Zhong Nian trembled like a rabbit pinned helplessly under a beast’s claw.
The dangerous aura emanating from The Man was no illusion; Zhong Nian could sense it clearly. With just a little provocation, The Man would truly do something terrifying to him.
In a moment like this, Zhong Nian cast aside any notions of loyalty and decisively chose to betray Charles. But with The Man’s finger pressing down on his tongue, his words came out muffled and indistinct.
He whimpered and mewled, his tongue wriggling as if he were eagerly licking The Man’s finger.
Uncontrollable saliva spilled from the corner of his lips, making him look rather disheveled.
“Begging for mercy won’t help.” The Man’s thumb moved slightly, rubbing his tongue.
“Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!” Zhong Nian was on the verge of panic.
This bastard was actually giving him a chance to speak!
“If you won’t talk, I’ll have to use some methods to pry open your mouth and wear down that stubborn streak of yours.”
The Man’s voice echoed in the room, cold and merciless to the extreme.
He lowered his head and replaced his finger with something else, invading Zhong Nian’s mouth and pinning his tongue.
“Mmph—”
This time, the sound Zhong Nian made was deeply muffled. Something new filled his mouth—hot, flexible, and belonging to another person: The Man’s tongue.
It delved deeper than the finger had, more forcefully, coiling around his own tongue and stripping away his ability to speak.
Zhong Nian pushed with his bound hands, but they were quickly seized and pinned above his head.
This position forced his chest and back to arch upward, as if he were proactively offering himself into The Man’s embrace.
Who the hell used this method for “intense interrogation”?
Zhong Nian had imagined The Man actually chopping off his hands, feet, or tongue, but he never dreamed it would turn out like this.
The unforeseen development shattered his cognition, leaving his mind blank. He felt shocked and baffled, with no capacity left for thought.
The Man kissed him savagely, sometimes gnawing at his lips, sometimes sucking so hard that his tongue root ached, denying him any chance to breathe. It truly felt like punishment.
Zhong Nian was already in a state of high tension, his heartbeat and breathing a chaotic mess. Under this sudden deep kiss, he quickly neared suffocation.
Driven by survival instinct, he ignored the risk of enraging the other and kicked out with his only free limbs—his legs—which were soon subdued as well.
Unable to breathe, he went limp all over from the kiss. In just a few moments, even this feeble resistance failed him.
Gradually, Zhong Nian’s head spun in dizziness, his eyes lost focus, and his cheeks flushed from oxygen deprivation and emotional turmoil.
Just as he was truly on the brink of suffocation, The Man reluctantly withdrew his tongue, separating from him.
“Still not talking?”
The Man’s breathing was noticeably unsteady, rough and heavy, his voice even more hoarse and low.
A few gulps of air rushed in, and some clarity returned to Zhong Nian’s eyes. He moved his bullied, swollen lips: “It was Charles… Hnngh!”
Before he could finish, he was kissed again.
This time, The Man didn’t grab his already limp wrists. Instead, he cradled the back of Zhong Nian’s neck, preventing him from turning away, forcing him to accept it all.
His other hand pressed against Zhong Nian’s stomach, kneading the soft flesh with unclear intent.
This terrifying punishment continued until Zhong Nian’s tongue was sucked raw, and a faint metallic tang of blood mixed into their saliva.
For a fleeting moment, the unusual blood scent ignited a deeper bestial urge in The Man. He yanked Zhong Nian’s waist upward, pressing him against himself with such force it seemed he wanted to snap him in half, crush him, and meld them into one.
But the sob that escaped Zhong Nian’s throat roused a shred of reason in The Man.
The Man released Zhong Nian. Even in this pitch darkness, he effortlessly took in the youth’s current state.
Silvery-white hair scattered messily across the bed, dazed eyes shimmering with moisture, long lashes clumped together. His mouth hung open, unable to close for the moment, with his small tongue peeking out, a bead of blood dangling from it.
After staring for a long while, The Man swallowed hard, savoring the addictive taste. He hooked Zhong Nian’s chin and kissed him again.
Perhaps stirred by the youth’s pitiful appearance, this kiss lacked the earlier brutality. It was tender, like a gentle lick and nuzzle.
He lapped away the blood bead from the tip of the tongue and soothed the swollen lips.
Zhong Nian’s lips and tongue had gone numb, sensationless. He lay motionless, eyes closed, tears hanging as The Man toyed with him.
He appeared utterly dazed and powerless, quietly waiting for The Man to finish and let him go.
【Aaaah let go of my wife!!】
【Dead man, I’ll kick you, I’ll hit you.】
【Sometimes Baby looks so easy to bully. A few kisses and he’s done for, nearly passing out.】
【No, really, who wouldn’t want to bully him a little after seeing this?】
【Kidnapper Boss, you kiss him fine, but why are you rubbing all over my treasure’s thighs like a Teddy?】
【So pitiful, I’m mad, but… I’m kinda into it too.】
Zhong Nian didn’t know when The Man had left. Only after recovering his wits and seeing the barrage did he realize this “punishment” had lasted over forty minutes.
No wonder his mouth and tongue felt dead, completely numb.
The whole thing was utterly baffling.
He wasn’t given a chance to speak, then was kissed without warning, and left afterward.
If The Man were still there, Zhong Nian would have asked if this was how he always interrogated traitors.
Prying open a mouth like this.
–
In just over an hour, The Man returned.
He brought lunch: a pot of still-bubbling Assorted Sandpot.
Zhong Nian listened in the darkness to the sounds of The Man blowing on the food to cool it. He wanted to speak, but The Man beat him to it.
“Eat first.”
“…” Zhong Nian pursed his swollen lips.
After finishing the entire pot of delicious sandpot rice, The Man wiped his mouth for him.
Paper towels were still too rough for Zhong Nian’s current state. His abused lips were badly swollen, like two crushed flower petals, red enough to drip juice.
The mild sandpot rice was fine, and the tongue wound tolerable, but when the paper towel touched them, Zhong Nian still hissed involuntarily.
The Man’s movements paused, then he fetched a damp towel and cleaned Zhong Nian by pressing it gently.
Once done, Zhong Nian cursed inwardly: Hypocrite.
“You were the one who disobeyed first,” The Man said suddenly.
Zhong Nian was speechless: “I wanted to tell you later, but you didn’t give me the chance.”
The Man folded the towel to the other side and wiped Zhong Nian’s face: “You wanted to frame Charles, sow discord between us. I won’t buy it.”
“It’s the truth! You can go ask him!”
The towel paused by the youth’s face. The Man lightly hooked his cheek with a fingertip, saying indifferently: “You two sound pretty close. Didn’t you say you don’t like him?”
Zhong Nian inexplicably detected a hint of sarcasm in The Man’s calm tone but chose his words carefully and stayed silent.
“A lot of people are worried about you being locked in here,” The Man said, tossing the towel aside. “But I won’t let you go.”
Zhong Nian: “…”
Fine, whatever. At least he was alive.
The Man couldn’t keep him locked forever. Once the game cleared, he’d be free.
He just had to endure.
…
By evening, Zhong Nian realized it wasn’t so easy to endure.
At first, he comforted himself that since The Man hadn’t bound his feet, he could sneak to the bathroom when alone to handle his physiological needs. It was laborious, but it avoided embarrassment.
He never imagined The Man would personally bathe him that night.
“Untie me, I can wash myself,” Zhong Nian shrank to the foot of the bed, full of wariness. “Or I can skip washing for a day or two, no problem.”
The Man had no intention of negotiating. He commanded: “Come here.”
“I said no… Ah!”
His ankle was grabbed. Zhong Nian clutched the bedsheet futilely and was dragged to the edge, pinned down.
The Man scooped him up: “You sweated this morning. You must wash.”
Zhong Nian yelled: “I don’t want to!”
The morning sweat was The Man’s* fault! From being kissed like that… Face streaked with tears and saliva, body soaked in sweat.
Like handling a reluctant kitten, The Man swiftly untied the ropes on Zhong Nian’s wrists, stripped off his clothes, and placed him in the bathtub already filled with hot water.
The kitten disobeyed, so he was bound again—this time hands and feet together.
When his clothes were stripped, Zhong Nian’s body reacted with hackles raised, nearly reverting to his Original Form in fright.
Amid the panic, he remembered to turn off the livestream first. The barrage from the unexpected kiss had been embarrassing enough, with all sorts of comments.
Once fully restrained, Zhong Nian thrashed a bit more, splashing water everywhere like a fish. He knew even without sight that The Man had become a drenched mess too.
Yet The Man remained patient, refilling hot water as needed, unconcerned about being soaked.
After Zhong Nian dunked himself—including his head—underwater once more, The Man spoke: “I don’t mind stripping naked and getting in with you, holding you while we wash.”
Zhong Nian: “…”
Fine, the wise chose to yield to circumstances.
A bath was a bath. It was so dark, probably couldn’t see anything, and they were both men…
But soon, to Zhong Nian’s despair, he realized The Man was utterly unaffected by the lack of light. His movements were too fluid to be explained by familiarity with the room or instinct.
The Man even knew without touching that he was unconsciously biting his lip, and made him release it.
“Can you see?” Zhong Nian asked through gritted teeth.
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