Shen Ru was stunned. The Puppeteer's tastes were actually... that peculiar.
But he could not show the slightest trace of disgust, let alone nausea. On the contrary, he had to force himself to look delighted, even as though he was enjoying it.
To an outsider, Shen Ru seemed to be humiliating the Puppeteer, insulting him word by word, but the bloodshot eyes brimming with excitement utterly betrayed the Puppeteer's barely contained exhilaration. Controlled by Shen Ru's expressions and words, he sank into an endless existence of sinister depravity.
The young man curled his lips and swept the loose strands of hair off his forehead, exposing its graceful shape. His voice, slightly hoarse from suppressing his emotions too fiercely, kept clawing at the Puppeteer's heart.
"Finally, a little reward for an obedient dog."
Shen Ru's fist could not have clenched any tighter. His pale knuckles trembled along with his body as he swung his arm up and slammed his fist into the Puppeteer's face in the mirror. That handsome face instantly shattered, making even his refined smile look grotesque.
The man's uncontrollable laughter echoed through the cramped bathroom, cold and exultant.
"You really do make it impossible to stop, Shen Ru."
"No wonder Mo Yu treasures you so much."
"Well, as agreed, I'll see you next time."
The moment his words faded, the door burst open from outside. Inky darkness instantly flooded the room. With scarlet eyes and an aura of savagery he had yet to rein in, Mo Yu pulled Shen Ru straight into his arms.
The familiar, fresh scent soothed Shen Ru, but his physical nausea persisted, growing worse by the moment.
The Puppeteer had set his sights on him for more than the tantalizing malice within him. There had to be another reason.
He kept using Shen Ru's