Chapter 12: Guarding Song Yuqing’s Chastity

Chapter 12: Keeping Chastity for Song Yuqing

The Alpha was momentarily stunned, questioning what he had just heard, then let out a soft chuckle the next second.

Wasn't Song Yuqing exactly that kind of person? Given the chance, Song Yuqing would sleep with anyone.

After all, Song Yuqing was even willing to become someone's stepmother just to curry favor with the powerful.

In the darkness, the Alpha inhaled Song Yuqing's scent—a piercing, icy fragrance—and found himself spaced out.

A scheming Beta, yet possessing such a beautiful, alluring body, a stunningly cold beauty, and a one-of-a-kind, frosty demeanor.

"Brother, you're so obedient," the Alpha said, gripping Song Yuqing's hand and pressing his bloodied lips to Song Yuqing's ear, smudging blood on the earlobe as he spoke intimately.

In the dark, the Alpha recalled the scene of Song Yuqing standing behind the frosted bathroom door that day.

A slender waist, beautiful dimples on the lower back, softly rounded thighs, and elegant bone structure—every part exuding visual allure.

Every inch of him was addictive.

Enough to keep one awake late at night, yearning to paint him.

Song Yuqing tilted his head slightly, but the Alpha persisted, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear, "Did you do that with that old man too?"

"How did he have you?"

"Did he make you feel good?"

Song Yuqing lowered his eyes, his face showing even more disgust in the darkness—exhaustion and irritation, a deep disdain for these nobility's games.

"Let me go, and you'll find out once we try," Song Yuqing said, his tone unnervingly calm. The Alpha couldn't help but think that, even at the very end, Song Yuqing would likely maintain his cool, pale composure, choking back his sobs in his throat while uttering disdainfully:

—Is that all you've got?

Then he would have to capture it—either on camera or on canvas—to commemorate the moment forever.

Today was the first time. He wanted to slowly seduce Song Yuqing into depravity, to strip away his icy, controlled facade with his own hands and savor the corruption inside.

"Alright, I'll let you go, but you can't run away, brother," the Alpha said, his tone growing even more intimate. "I'm quite fond of you, but if you run, I'll get angry too."

Song Yuqing nodded. "I won't run."

Even after releasing Song Yuqing, the Alpha remained on guard. But then Song Yuqing turned around in front of him, lowered his head, and bared his pale, tempting neck—like a little rabbit baring its most vulnerable spot.

The Alpha's gaze was captivated by the faintly swollen pink gland.

His guard completely dropped, his attention solely on the slender, soft hands roaming his waist, lingering just out of reach.

Song Yuqing stillened his fingers, lifted his head, his cold face showing little expression. "Do you really want to know?"

The Alpha's vision was keen even at night. That face was truly beautiful, like a handful of first snow—soft yet icy, making you want to cup it and lick it.

The Alpha's breathing quickened.

For a moment, a wave of desire crashed over him, breaking down his defenses.

"Please, brother."

A show of weakness, uttered from a place of superiority.

"Now..." Song Yuqing's gentle expression turned colder, his smile faint. "I'll reward you, you stupid dog."

Why was Song Yuqing suddenly insulting him?

But strangely, he didn't feel disgusted by the insult—instead, he felt a strange excitement.

Click!

The sound of a metal buckle snapping shut rang out sharply in the darkness.

The Alpha snapped back to reality, only to see Song Yuqing climbing out the window and running away.

The Alpha frantically clawed at the thing restraining him, trying to pry it open, but it wouldn't budge.

He was almost boiling over with rage, his usual cheer vanished, replaced by sheer frustration.

"Fuck!"

Seething, powerless.

Click. The lights came on, and with them, a light, taunting chuckle echoed from the corner.

"Shut up."

The Alpha couldn't contain his anger. "It's all your fault! What kind of stupid idea was that?"

Tan Shu's face still wore a gentle smile. "What do you mean, my stupid idea?"

"You were the one who came to me, saying you wanted to scare Song Yuqing," Tan Shu said, his smile widening at the sight of Xiao Jinshi's sorry state. "You almost went all the way right here."

Stupid dog, so pathetic—trying to turn a fake act into reality. Serves him right.

Song Yuqing was full of more surprises.

What to do?

He wanted to soil him, to reduce him to tears, even more now.

Tan Shu offered an unhelpful suggestion. "Just cut it off. Song Yuqing definitely calculated the strength when he made this. If an Alpha could break it open, he wouldn't have bothered."

Tan Shu teased, "What is this? A chastity belt?"

"You'll have to guard Song Yuqing's chastity for him now."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Hearing the phrase "guard Song Yuqing's chastity," Xiao Jinshi's ears burned for some reason. He lowered his head and continued trying to force the metal lock.

It remained immovable.

Now he couldn't even be seen in public—forget about that, he couldn't even relieve himself.

Seeing Xiao Jinshi like this, Tan Shu felt complete revulsion. So stupid, no wonder Song Yuqing called him a stupid dog.

He must be enjoying this immensely.

Song Yuqing's handiwork was now being used on him.

After returning home, Xiao Jinshi initially held onto a sliver of hope that he could get it off himself.

He tried using an electric saw to cut it off, but he had no idea what kind of metal material Song Yuqing had used—the saw just kept slipping. After sawing for a long time, all he managed to do was give the chastity cage Song Yuqing had made for him a polish.

The young master spent the whole night sawing, all the while recalling how he had been played by Song Yuqing.

He tried to remember when Song Yuqing had acquired something like this.

But no matter how hard he tried to recall, all he could remember was the brush of Song Yuqing's fingers, Song Yuqing’s slightly lowered eyelashes, and Song Yuqing’s face lifted upward.

Wait, did Song Yuqing actually touch him?

Could it have been with this metal contraption?

Song Yuqing even called him a dumb mutt. The more he thought about Song Yuqing… the more he thought about Song Yuqing, his condition didn’t improve—instead, it got worse. Every second was a mix of pleasure and agony.

Xiao Jinshi felt both vexed and bewildered.

Fa Fa followed Song Yuqing as he jumped out the window and made his escape, moving swiftly and without hesitation.

Song Yuqing wasn't feeling particularly sour. The alpha earlier was a dog, but some dogs could handle it. He didn’t think that someone would dare to ask for help in opening the metal chastity cage.

Even if he did ask for help, it might not be possible to open it.

Fa Fa: “You used the chastity cage you made on that thing—what will you use for Qi Ran?”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Look, here’s an even bigger fool. He was just joking, but silly Fa Fa actually believed him.

“I made a lot more.” As he spoke, Song Yuqing pulled several round objects from his pocket. They looked like simple metallic spheres, but at the press of a button, they would instantly wrap around the lower body of the target and constrict tightly. “These can be sold to alphas who can’t control themselves.”

Fa Fa: “…”

Song Yuqing was about to go upstairs to find Qi Ran when he heard a familiar voice.

“Fancy meeting you here. Did you run into some trouble earlier? Do you need my help?”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Author’s Note:

Song Qingqing: “…Will this ever end?”

Today, while reading comments, I noticed a reader calling Qingqing—Song Qingqing. Such a cute nickname! Last night while writing, I also wrote a line: “Success thanks to Qingqing, failure also because of Qingqing.” I really like the name Song Qingqing. So adorable.