Chapter 738: Epilogue (9)
[Part 2]
Wu Zhu had been going way too far lately, and Wen Jianyan finally couldn’t take it anymore.
Previously, it was somewhat excusable.
After all, having nearly been forgotten by the world, the other party needed a slightly paranoid way to confirm his existence; to a certain extent, it was understandable.
So at the beginning, Wen Jianyan was quite cooperative.
Styling himself as a considerate lover and perfect partner, he would, of course, take good care of his significant other’s feelings in this situation.
What’s more, he naturally liked things that made him happy.
Being intimate with his lover naturally fell into that category.
But, you know, some things just need a little confirmation and that’s it.
You can’t just keep confirming it constantly, right?!
Feeling good is fine, but you can’t just keep feeling good constantly, for that long at a time, and with no end in sight once it starts, right?!
Even if physical recovery levels had improved, whether a human’s mental state could handle it had to be taken into consideration!
Furthermore.
The terrible things weren’t just limited to this.
After simply teaching the other party how to use it, he habitually washed his hands of the matter.
In this process, he actually forgot… that there was such a thing as the internet in this world.
And it was truly not a good thing.
It was an absolute menace! Total dregs!
Wen Jianyan propped his forehead with one hand, only feeling his temples throbbing violently.
What he expected even less was that the other party actually remembered the terms he had spouted nonsense and fabricated back in the Xingwang instance.
And ended up using all those wicked tricks on him!
He truly regretted his past nonsense to the extreme.
And regretted even more actually giving this guy the opportunity to find the answers to those questions!
Right at this moment, a voice came from far above:
“…Hey, hey! Are you listening?”
Wen Jianyan raised his head, looked over listlessly, and said weakly, “I am.”
Chen Mo: “…”
He stared at Wen Jianyan fixedly for a few seconds, then said with a rare, lenient attitude: “Have you been too tired lately? Why don’t you go rest for a bit?”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
How did he sink to this level!!
Propping his forehead with one hand, his expression was somewhat ferocious.
This situation couldn’t continue like this.
He had to find a way to put an end to it!
As soon as he got home, Wen Jianyan cut off Wu Zhu’s internet.
But he quickly regretted it.
Because after this guy didn’t have a phone, he had even more time to mess with him.
Within a few days, he was already miserable beyond words.
He even had to hide in Chen Mo’s office for refuge.
Seeing him appear in the office for a week straight, Chen Mo’s gaze towards him grew stranger day by day.
On the 8th day, he stood up, rarely poured a cup of hot water for him, and asked with a face full of concern:
“Are you… okay lately?”
Wen Jianyan: “Of course, what could possibly be wrong with me?”
Chen Mo: “I was afraid you’d been possessed.”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
That was truly harsh to hear.
“Alright, cut the crap, is there any more work to do?” He curled his knuckles and knocked on the desk. “Some other day, I might not be in such a good mood.”
After leaving the other with new work, Chen Mo sat back in his seat.
Not far away, their usually derelict president was currently sitting honestly behind the desk, propping his head up, lazily looking down at the documents in front of him.
Chen Mo sighed softly.
He inexplicably felt a sense of gratification that his child had finally grown up.
He lowered his head and continued to process the work in front of him.
Thus, Chen Mo did not see.
The moment he lowered his head, the young man’s body not far away abruptly stiffened.
“…”
“What are you doing?”
He suppressed his voice, the sound squeezing out from between his teeth.
“Stop messing around!”
“Wen Jianyan…”
By his ear, a familiar voice murmured his name.
Sounding somewhat aggrieved.
“It’s been a week.”
“There are… still… people here…!”
“He can’t see.”
In the dead silent office, a loud “Bang” suddenly rang out.
Chen Mo looked up in surprise.
He saw Wen Jianyan standing straight up, teeth gritted, his chest heaving rapidly. The desk in front of him, along with everything on it, had been overturned to the ground, and documents were scattered all over the floor.
“What’s wrong?” Chen Mo asked.
He frowned, “What’s wrong with your face? Do you have a fever?”
“…” Wen Jianyan tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat ferocious smile, “Yeah, a bit.”
“I’m leaving early today, you don’t mind, right?”
If it were in the past, Chen Mo definitely wouldn’t allow it.
But this time was extraordinary.
It seemed it was still him after all.
“Of course.”
He even consoled him a bit.
“Make sure to rest.”
In the elevator.
“Give it to me.”
“What?” Wu Zhu asked.
“Your phone!!!!” Even though he had suppressed his anger, Wen Jianyan’s voice still cracked from fury.
“You already took it away.”
“Then where did you learn that?!”
“Just now,” Wu Zhu thought for a moment, and answered completely without shame, “Do I need to learn?”
Back in the Changsheng Building, it wasn’t like they hadn’t played like this before.
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He leaned over, his head pressing intimately against Wen Jianyan’s shoulder, stickily rubbing the tip of his nose against his face, his voice containing anticipation: “Then next, are we going home?”
Wen Jianyan smiled instead of getting angry.
“Going back, of course we’re going back.”
Wen Jianyan leaned down, moving close to examine Wu Zhu’s face.
He extended his fingers, his fair knuckles hooking onto the pitch-black leather strap, pulling the man closer.
“Baby…”
In the room, the curtains were drawn, and the light wasn’t bright.
The smiling face of the young man looked like a ghost or a demon.
“What exactly have you learned?”
Thick, honey-like light flowed down, falling on the man’s broad, well-defined shoulders.
A cold iron cage was firmly clamped onto his face.
His thin, red lips were slightly parted, like a large beast unable to contain its wildness, baring its ghastly white fangs.
Wen Jianyan pressed his fingertips into the gap, his soft white skin pressed into a shallow indentation by the cold, hard iron hoop.
“How about we play something new today…”
But at this moment, the other party’s careless voice came from above:
“If the strap breaks, I’ll add another week.”
The next second, the creaking sound of strained leather disappeared.
The fragile leather was no longer being pulled.
However, on the bound man’s arms and neck, the veins became even more hyperactive and ferocious, pulsing violently.
“Good.” Wen Jianyan smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
Wu Zhu’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, his chest heaving rapidly. He bit down hard on the strap between his teeth, unable to speak, only able to look up from below.
In the shadows, his beast-like golden eyes flashed with terrifying light.
“The first lesson I’m teaching you today is endurance.”
Clang!
“Lower your head.”
Wu Zhu bowed his stalwart back. His originally aggressive gaze was forced to lower, and suppressed, hot pants spilled from deep in his throat, one after another.
The young man looked down from above and smiled slightly.
“As long as you can endure for a full twenty-four hours this time, I’ll reward you, how about it?”
Fair, clean fingers landed on his knee and gently wandered upwards.
Every inch of muscle was tightly tense, feeling like scorching hot rock through the thin fabric.
“Otherwise, your punishment will be a month of complete abstinence.”
He leaned in close, his smooth tone mixed with gritted teeth for the first time.
“And… from now on, you are never, ever allowed to go online again!”
Wen Jianyan’s nature inherently carried a somewhat vile factor of disregarding whether others lived or died.
But the problem was…
Trying to play for a full twenty-four hours was truly difficult.
Even with the blessing of the internet, it was still so.
For the first two hours, the search bar keywords were “edging” and “specific tutorials.”
By the third hour, it was “whips that don’t hurt to hit with,” “low-temperature candles,” and “expedited home delivery.”
Later on, he completely ran out of methods, unable to even come up with keywords to search for.
Wen Jianyan was tired.
He gave up.
When your boyfriend isn’t human, the vast majority of toys have no meaning whatsoever; at most, they only massively consumed his own physical stamina, serving entirely just a symbolic purpose.
Of course, this absolutely did not mean he was being soft-hearted.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and yawned tiredly.
Although he hadn’t been harassed by Wu Zhu at night recently, going to Chen Mo’s to work for a week straight was also quite a considerable undertaking. Having tossed about for so long today, it truly left him somewhat exhausted.
Wen Jianyan pushed Wu Zhu out of the bedroom and said casually:
“Alright, alright, just wait here for now.”
Next, he closed the door, set a two-hour alarm, buried his head in the pillow, and slept like a log.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Wen Jianyan finally woke up leisurely.
He raised his head, his fluffy hair sticking up everywhere, and looked around blankly.
The room was very dark, the curtains tightly drawn, and for a moment he couldn’t tell what time it was.
He didn’t move, a bit dazed from sleep.
The room was cold and quiet, with no sign of Wu Zhu.
Where was that guy?
The faint light of the phone screen lit up in the dim room. Looking at the “alarm stopped” icon slowly appearing on the screen, Wen Jianyan suddenly shuddered.
He remembered.
“?!”
Wen Jianyan shot up into a sitting position, his eyes locked onto the time on the phone screen.
The alarm had gone off, but he hadn’t woken up.
And now, from their agreed-upon twenty-four hours…
There was less than ten minutes left.
Wen Jianyan tossed the phone aside, tumbled out of bed awkwardly, and staggered toward the door, dragging two plush slippers worn on the wrong feet.
He twisted open the door and immediately saw the scene he had guessed.
Sure enough, he was right there.
The exact same position, the exact same posture.
Exactly the same as before he went to sleep, without any difference.
But having just taken two steps forward, Wen Jianyan’s footsteps abruptly stopped.
The living room was very dark, so quiet it induced panic.
From deep within the suffocating shadows, however, came heavy, deep, fierce breathing sounds.
Only getting this close did he clearly see that the contours and lines of the other’s shoulders and back had somehow become increasingly feral, silently and oppressively expanding in the darkness.
Wen Jianyan’s heart suddenly tightened, pounding wildly for no reason, as if suddenly seized by some unknown anxiety.
Not far away, eerie and sinister patterns climbed across the man’s robust body, their edges glowing a fierce red, currently rising and falling with each breath. The fragile leather sank deeply into his shoulders, arms, and chest, and the metal on the muzzle reflected a cold, ominous gleam.
Beneath his eyes was a patch of crimson.
A gaze with almost physical substance pressed over from the depths of the shadows.
“…”
The moment he met the other’s gaze, Wen Jianyan felt the hairs on the back of his neck all stand on end.
Panic surged over him all at once. He swallowed hard, and braving the other’s predatory stare, he still had to bite the bullet and shuffle over step by step.
“B-Baby…”
“Darling…” he laughed sheepishly.
“This time it was my bad, I really didn’t plan to make you wait outside for this long…”
Wen Jianyan raised his hand to touch the restraint strap over Wu Zhu’s mouth, wanting to untie it, but perhaps he was too nervous; his fingers were covered in cold sweat and inexplicably wouldn’t listen to his commands.
However, unexpectedly, Wu Zhu bit tightly onto the leather in his mouth, forcefully preventing him from taking the thing off.
“…” Wen Jianyan froze, seeming to realize something. He subconsciously looked down and glanced.
His gaze was scorched by something ferocious, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
He looked up in almost absolute terror.
Through the cold metal cage, he vaguely saw the other curl up the corners of his lips in the darkness, smiling silently, gently, and slowly.
No. It didn’t look like a smile.
It looked more like leaning in before a meal.
“…”
Bad bad bad bad bad…
Cold sweat broke out on Wen Jianyan’s back. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he stepped backward step by step, vaguely hearing the sizzling sound of boiling oil in his ears.
Behind him, the clock hung on the wall, the second hand ticking away second by second.
Tick.
It pointed to the top of the hour.
Crack.
In the dead silence, the sound of leather bursting rang out.
The already thoroughly ravaged restraints were pushed open by the sturdy arms underneath, snapping apart as easily as paper strips.
Clang.
The next second, the heavy iron cage dropped to the floor.
His back hit the cold wall, and all routes of retreat around him were blocked and sealed by shadows, everything in the distance seemingly turning blurry.
Wen Jianyan was drenched in cold sweat, his knees trembling.
“Baby,” Wu Zhu repeated the term of endearment Wen Jianyan had called him earlier.
“Time’s up.”
The terrifyingly hoarse voice sounded in the dim room, yet his enunciation was very gentle.
At the same time, cold tentacles coiled up from all around.
Wet and dripping.
“We can begin now.”
After that.
Chen Mo didn’t see a trace of Wen Jianyan for a whole week.
