Chapter 21 Part 1

Unable to see any light, Zhong Nian couldn’t distinguish the passage of time and could do nothing but sleep.

Fortunately, he could still open the live stream. Even with his eyes blindfolded, he could see the live stream window and glean some minimal, permitted information from the viewers.

He learned that it was still the afternoon of the fourth day of the game Task, and the place where he was confined was originally Zhan Lu’s Single Dorm.

However, there was a “cost” to getting even this bit of help from the live stream.

Zhong Nian had to sift through dozens of indecent bullet comments to pick out one or two useful ones, enduring the viewers’ verbal teasing.

【Baby… Just thinking about Baby watching me gets me excited.】

【I’ve used all my points to support my wife, so even if I eat Steamed Bun today, I’m happy.】

【Streamer looks perfect for doing bad things like this.】

【I’ve seen this plot before! Next up is 】

One after another, bright red block announcements pinned at the top warned and intimidated everyone in the Live Stream Room.

Soon, no one dared to speak recklessly anymore, and things became much more restrained.

【It can do that?】

【First time seeing a player’s System operate like this. Feels good, though.】

【I suspect this System is settling personal scores.】

Zhong Nian felt a bit worried. “Won’t this affect you?”

The System replied, “It’s fine… Your situation is special. Even if complaints get reported to the top level, they’ll make allowances.”

Zhong Nian felt a little embarrassed. “Sorry. I used to curse you as a useless System before. You’re a good System now.”

After he said that, a strange electric current buzzed in his mind. After a long pause, it finally responded: “Mm…”

With the live stream troubles temporarily resolved, Zhong Nian felt much more comfortable.

Calculating the time, Zhan Lu should arrive soon, so he turned off the live stream ahead of time.

There were some scenes he didn’t want others to see.

He couldn’t handle anything on his own now—eating and drinking required someone to feed him, and Zhan Lu’s hands were clumsy.

Four times while feeding him water, he’d gotten Zhong Nian’s shirt wet, which gave his hands brief freedom.

But Zhan Lu wouldn’t let him change clothes himself, even after Zhong Nian promised repeatedly not to make any moves.

The man insisted on doing it personally, claiming it was to make him lie more comfortably—and conveniently taking off his pants too.

Even though they were both men, Zhong Nian still felt awkward.

Zhan Lu’s movements were always slow and dragging. When buttoning his shirt, his knuckles would brush against Zhong Nian’s skin intentionally or not.

He had no idea how this man’s hands could be so rough—like sandpaper lightly scraping over him, a bit hot and extremely itchy.

He’d tried resisting once, but Zhan Lu’s response—”If you don’t want to wear it, you can go naked”—forced him to grit his teeth and compromise.

He silently cursed the bastard pervert in his heart, yet now he wished the man would hurry up and come.

Earlier… Annoyed and ashamed, he’d refused Zhan Lu’s offers several times to use the toilet.

The more water he drank, the stronger the acidic bloating in his abdomen became.

Time turned torturous; he lost interest in the live stream and focused all his attention outward.

Finally, he heard footsteps.

The door opened, and like a house cat that had waited ages, he quickly raised his head toward the sound and called, “Zhan Lu.”

The man who entered froze for a moment, closing the door half a beat later. But he didn’t immediately approach the youth, instead standing at the doorway and quietly watching him.

The blindfolded youth had no idea how alluring he looked at that moment. The black-and-white server uniform was gone, replaced by an oversized shirt that clearly belonged to another man. His legs weren’t properly covered by the blanket; instead, he’d clamped it tightly between them, messing it up completely.

Snowy white skin intertwined with the dark blanket, and his slight squirms from discomfort seemed to suppress something.

Not to mention the red cloth strip over his eyes and the ropes on his hands and feet, which added an indescribable eroticism to the scene.

“Zhan Lu.” His red lips parted, his voice sweet like sticky sugar frosting.

Even blindfolded, his little movements and flushed face showed he was enduring shyness. After calling several times, he finally forced out the embarrassing request: “Let me go to the toilet… Hurry, I can’t hold it anymore.”

Tormented, he got no response from the man and thought it was deliberate punishment. His voice took on a crying tone in his urgency.

“I’m sorry, I won’t curse you anymore. Sorry for biting you too. Let me go, okay? You wouldn’t want your bed soiled…”

He was about to cry when the man finally approached.

Without a word, the man untied the ropes on his feet—but slowly. Zhong Nian kept urging him, ignoring how the touches on the welts around his ankles hurt a little.

“Eyes, hands,” he said pitifully.

The man paused, seemingly hesitating, then untied his hands.

Zhong Nian hadn’t even gotten happy before the man rebound his hands in front of him.

The new position was much more comfortable, but the silent refusal left him disappointed. He pouted.