Xiao Ci, You Don't Want to Be (09)

Xue Ci was terrified of Fu Yang like this.

He inexplicably recalled the screenshots of those melodramatic stories that 11 had shown him, where some terrible villains invented some bizarre ways to play.

In the end, it completely ruined the person.

Xue Ci almost fainted just thinking about it.

He tried to remain calm, but his voice was already trembling uncontrollably. "I'm so tired. I did so much today."

He made himself appear as a very considerate boyfriend, gently holding Fu Yang's hand, his fingertips brushing against the man's palm, appearing tender, soft, and understanding.

"Did you just get back from abroad? Do you want to rest for the night? You can sleep in my dorm if you want, we can squeeze in."

"Fu Yang, you look very tired."

The previous words had some effect, but this last sentence instantly snapped the man out of his reverie.

He frowned deeply. "I haven't done anything yet, why would I be tired? You really don't trust my stamina?"

"..."

Xue Ci had no idea what nerve he had touched, and he pursed his lips. This time, he didn't even have a chance to speak before the man pulled him over.

Fu Yang used considerable force; Xue Ci was much smaller than him and was pulled over to sit on his lap.

With her thighs slightly raised, Xue Ci pressed herself against the man's chest.

He felt a little dizzy and whispered, "Don't... don't jol me."

With her slender waist held captive by a single hand, Xue Ci was completely unable to exert any strength.

Fu Yang nuzzled his cheek with the tip of his nose, squeezing the soft flesh into a curve, before releasing it slightly and asking in a gloomy voice, "Why don't you contact me first? You don't even reply to my messages."

"Have you never thought about me?"

Fu Yang can accept that the love between two people is unequal, because there is no such thing as equal love in this world.

One side always has to back down.

Before meeting Song Xueci, he never imagined he would be the one to bow his head.

But he is indeed working as someone's dog now.

They were even afraid of being abandoned.

During his two weeks abroad, he used the Fu Family's influence to find many famous doctors, but none of them could help him with his condition.

He began to feel anxious and couldn't sleep, feeling uncertain and anxious about Xue Ci's perfunctory messages.

Every second he lost contact with Song Xueci, he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, whether she was laughing and joking with other men, or being confessed to by other men.

Would she cheat? Would she be attracted to physically strong men?

Fu Yang had been hiding it all along, but he could keep it a secret for a few days or a few months, but not forever.

He and Xue Ci will get married, and after they get married, they will definitely do those things.

She couldn't even give Xue Ci the most basic things a husband should have.

Xue Ci... probably thinks he's a good-for-nothing.

Fu Yang was almost unable to control his mania, and after discovering that he had a few gray hairs from worrying, he became even more doubtful of himself.

He started smashing things around him to vent his anger, occasionally spending hours in the bathroom, but mostly listening to news about Song Xueci from his informants. Only when he knew no one was around did the pressure lessen.

He became sensitive and irritable, and even the smallest thing could send his mood plummeting.

He was like a frenzied, emasculated lion seeking a mate.

Of course, what he cared about most was Song Xueci's attitude towards him.

He noticed that Song Xueci; she was no longer clingy towards him.

When you like someone, you can't help but want to contact them. You want to hear their voice, chat with them about trivial things, and you don't want to hang up.

That's how he treated Xue Ci.

But Xue Ci could go for days without contacting him, and even ignore his messages and calls.

She's already bored even before she's tried his body.

Fu Yang had never felt inferior about such things, but now he was deeply troubled by self-doubt.

His eyes were bloodshot from the torment he had endured; they were crimson, menacing, like those of a wild beast.

He only found a moment of peace when he held Xue Ci in his arms.

He stared into Xue Ci's eyes for a long time, listening to her stammering and perfunctory answers, his blood ran cold, and his temples throbbed.

I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear things I don't like.

Fu Yang silenced Xue Ci with a kiss.

It was a very light and gentle kiss.

Completely ignoring his own desires, he gently observed Xue Ci's expression, softening his words when she frowned and increasing the intensity when she hummed comfortably.

They sucked continuously, their lips and teeth intertwining.

Xue Ci completely dizzy from being kissed the whole time, and didn't react at all when she was finally released.

His eyes were completely vacant, mist filled his vision, and his pupils stared blankly into the air. He was stunningly beautiful, his face flushed pink from all the kisses.

Her body felt tingly and numb; she was leaning weakly against the man's chest, breathing softly.

It's a bit sour, and it's so hot.

Xue Ci hummed twice, then felt herself being lifted onto the table.

"Xiao Ci looks so comfortable."

"Would you like to be more comfortable?"

Xue Ci's head spun even more. He struggled to open his eyes, only to see the murky liquid remaining on Fu Yang's lips.

When the man saw him raise his eyes, he deliberately rolled his Adam's apple in front of him and made a loud swallowing sound.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, Xue Ci turned her face away in embarrassment.

He was exhausted, his head tilted to the side, his mind not quite clear. He felt the other person pressing on his stomach one moment and saying his pants were very wet the next.

Xue Ci ignored her completely, muttering in annoyance, "So annoying..."

Fu Yang shut his mouth and carried the person into the bathroom.

Xue Ci regained her senses at this point, chased the others out, and took a bath by herself.

When she came out, Fu Yang was on the phone with someone, looking serious. Xue Ci ignored him, put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and climbed up to the top bunk to sleep.

He was so tired from Fu Yang's antics that his eyelids quickly drooped shut.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he could vaguely feel the bed shaking.

The man's breath pressed down on him, squeezing beside him and hugging him from behind. Xue Ci pretended not to wake up, but the next second, his clothes were grabbed and his stomach was pressed.

Fu Yang pressed his fingers together forcefully, his voice low and hoarse. "It will come here."

Realizing what the man was saying, Xue Ci bit his lip, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. Knowing he was impotent, he gradually relaxed, ignoring any further nonsense the other man uttered, and drifted into a hazy sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Fu Yang had already left.

The other person washed his clothes from last night, put breakfast on the table, and sent him a few messages.

[You are not allowed to ignore messages.]

I'll come over again tonight.

[If you dare ask Jiang Shu to accompany you, I'll do those things in front of him.]

... abnormal.

Xue Ci both angry and annoyed, feeling that the other person must have developed psychological problems due to repression.

He couldn't be happy at all, and went to wash up in a sullen mood, refusing to eat the breakfast the other person had prepared.

But then I thought, wasting food is bad.

Xue Ci still tore off the wrapper and ate it in small bites.

Fu Yang kept his word and came again tonight.

This time, Xue Ci lay on the bed, biting her lip to endure the shame as he devoured her.

The third day and the fourth day.

Xue Ci a little weak and listless, and she was not very attentive in class.

The roommates thought the two had a conflict, so they made room for each other. Seeing that Xue Ci seemed to be in a bad mood every day, they gathered around to ask what was wrong.

"If you really don't like it, then let's break up."

"Let's go back to our place, so he won't bully you."

Finally, the daily "practice," which was neither comfortable nor torturous, came to an end thanks to my roommate's epiphany.

Just when I finally got to rest for the weekend, Fu Yang called again.

Xue Ci now feels her legs go weak whenever she sees his call.

[what to do...]

Xue Ci truly understood the difficulties of being a caged bird this time.

The phone kept ringing.

A message has arrived--

Don't make me angry.

[Xue Ci, you know I can't stand this.]

Xue Ci's rebellious spirit, stirred by the ordeal, took the phone and proposed ending the relationship.

Soon after, an OOC (Out of Control) warning was issued.

He was so frightened that he immediately backed away. "I... I was just kidding..."

Fu Yang remained silent for a long time on the other end.

After waiting for two or three minutes, he finally spoke, "I'll take it as a joke."

His voice was low and somber.

Xue Ci, deliberately pretending to accidentally hang up the phone.

But after hanging up, he got scared, afraid that Fu Yang would come to his dorm to catch him. After turning off his phone, he planned to wander around the school aimlessly, making it impossible for the other person to figure out where he was.

Xue Ci her backpack over her shoulder and ran to the dormitory building as if fleeing a disaster, where she coincidentally ran into Jiang Shu.

Seeing him hurrying along, Jiang Shu called out to him, "Xiao Ci."

Your collar isn't straightened properly.

The boy was carefully adjusting his collar.

Compared to the domineering tyrant Fu Yang, Jiang Shu was far gentler. Xue Ci to him like a lifeline. "I... I want to go out and have some fun. Do you have any recommendations?"

Jiang Shu: "Are you alone?"

Xue Ci nodded, feigning a pitiful expression.

Sure enough, Jiang Shu quickly fell for it and said he would go with him.

Xue Ci felt much more at ease with the presence of a tall, strong young man by her side.

However, he was unaware that his every move was being monitored, so as he was carrying cotton candy back to school, a black car pulled up beside him.

The car door opened, and out emerged a pair of hands belonging to an adult male, with prominent veins.

Xue Ci was lifted up and placed in the car, the cool minty scent emanating from Fu Yang completely enveloping him.

I didn't even dare to pick up the cotton candy that fell under the car seat.

Finally, Fu Yang reached out and picked it up.

Seeing that he had been staring at it for a while, Xue Ci reminded him, "It's already fallen to the ground..."

Xue Ci afraid that he had become so perverted that he would pick up things from the ground and eat them.

To Fu Yang, Xue Ci was complaining that he had dropped the cotton candy on the ground.

"I'll buy you lots." Fu Yang tossed the cotton candy into the bag, then pulled Xue Ci onto his lap. The car was swaying, and Xue Ci was quickly jostled into his arms.

Fu Yang pressed harder and harder on Xue Ci's waist, remaining silent the entire way.

Even after arriving at the villa, he did nothing, and even had a lavish lunch prepared for him.

Xue Ci increasingly afraid and lost her appetite.

Before Fu Yang could finish his meal, seeing that Xue Ci hadn't touched her chopsticks again, he asked, "Are you full?"

Xue Ci didn't answer, "I want to go back to school."

"I can't go back today."

Fu Yang spoke slowly and deliberately, each syllable sending Xue Ci's spine. His pale, frightened face remained tense, his lips bitten repeatedly until they were soft and ripe, turning a deep red.

"Fu Yang, I want to go back..." Xue Ci emphasized, "I will slowly save up and pay you back your money."

Fu Yang disliked every word Song Xueci.

The man stood up, his tone cold and expressionless.

Xue Ci felt himself being lifted up horizontally. He struggled violently in fright, but could not escape the other person's hold.

He was carried to the bedroom and placed on the soft, large bed, where his entire body sank in, leaving him unable to exert any strength.

Of course, even if he could use his strength, he couldn't escape Fu Yang's struggles at all.

"I spent two hours alone with Jiang Shu today." Fu Yang down, his arms supporting him on either side of the boy, feeling the boy trembling beneath him. "Didn't I tell you not to ignore my messages and not to make me angry?"

A few roses, fresh and sweet, sat in a vase on the table in the room.

The flower stamens are wrapped in layers, small and delicate.

Peel off the petals little by little.

How could a rose possibly have the strength to resist?

The sounds of water and sobbing spread, and the fragrance of delicate stamens drifted into the air, filling the entire room with a sweet aroma.

Fu Yang is like a dog.

Every bit of sweet juice they could get their hands on was consumed; when they couldn't drink it anymore, they kept licking it and biting into the bones until the white marrow inside was completely eaten through, until in the end they couldn't eat anything at all.

Xue Ci was in a daze when she was held in someone's mouth and forced to answer the question, "Is it comfortable?"

It's somewhat comfortable.

It felt more comfortable than when those men kept shaking him.

But he refused to say it aloud, to bear it all. He bit his lip hard, protesting in a slightly hoarse, coquettish voice, "... I'm not feeling well."

"I feel awful."

You're no good at all.

These words stung Fu Yang, and the man didn't say anything more. He got up, carried Xue Ci, and went to the bathroom.

Xue Ci felt his lips being caressed, and the strange sensation made him open his eyes, only to find himself facing a mirror.

His skin in the mirror had a rosy glow, like a baby being held in someone's arms.

A wave of shame washed over Xue Ci, and she struggled, but was held tightly and her cheeks were pinched.

"Xiao Ci is clearly feeling so comfortable..."

"I will practice hard."

Fu Yang's tone was low and chillingly obsessive. "Xiao Ci, don't smile at other men anymore, otherwise..."

"I don't know what I'll do."

Xue Ci's mind was in a daze, and she could only remember parts of what happened in the bathroom.

Memory is fragmented.

After what seemed like an eternity of commotion, he was finally tucked back into bed.

He felt relatively refreshed, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't lift a single finger.

... We have to break up. We absolutely must break up.

But Fu Yang seemed to sense his thoughts and hugged him tightly.

Whispering sweet nothings to each other.

The burning, shameful words made Xue Ci sob uncontrollably, but Fu Yang followed his tears and kissed him little by little.

Xue Ci sniffed, feeling a sticky sensation on her face.

He ignored the other person and fell asleep.

In his dream, he was entangled by a giant monster that made it hard for him to breathe. The monster said it would stick its tail inside him, swell up his belly, and make him give birth to many little monsters.

Xue Ci was startled awake.

When he woke up, the "big monster" was hugging him from behind, breathing evenly.

Fu Yang seemed very sleepy. Xue Ci quite a bit of noise getting up, but he still didn't wake up.

He tiptoed downstairs, without even putting on his shoes, grabbing his trousers to go to the living room to put them on.

He ran downstairs quickly, only to find someone in the living room.

Fu Zhouxuan had just put down his schoolbag; he looked like he had just come home from school.

"Snow—" Fu Zhouxuan uttered a syllable, his expression blank, then he turned his head sharply, "Did you just wake up?"

Xue Ci looked down at herself, no wonder Fu Zhouxuan didn't want to look at her.

Fu Yang dressed him in a shirt that only covered his upper thighs.

They really don't seem to have the authority of a parent.

Even though she was still barefoot, and the hickeys on her thighs and neck were clearly visible, Xue Ci looked at her with a serious expression. "Did you just get back from school?"

Fu Zhouxuan didn't know where to look, and finally could only lower his head. "... Hmm."

Eyes can hide, but the nose can still smell.

It smells so good...

It's much stronger than anything I've smelled before.

Xue Ci wanted to send the person back to their room, but there was a noise at the door.

A tall figure soon appeared.

Why is Fu Qingxiao here too...?

Xue Ci really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

His trousers were still draped over his arms, and his round toes were curled up, reddened by the cold tiles.

The villa's living room fell silent for two seconds.

After a moment, Fu Qingxiao broke the silence.

"The floor is cold." Luckily, the man simply brought over his slippers and bent down to help him put them on. "Lift your foot."

Xue Ci's mind went blank, and she obediently lifted her foot.

His ankle was gripped tightly in the man's hand; it was a small ankle, and it seemed that by holding it, the man could imprison his entire body.

Standing to the side, Fu Zhouxuan felt numb all over, but his blood was burning hot.

"Just woke up?" Fu Qingxiao helped the boy put on his shoes, his gaze falling on the boy's trousers. "The bathroom is over there on the first floor."

Fortunately, no one noticed.

Xue Ci sighed, "I'm still a little dizzy from sleeping, I'll go change my clothes now."

Fu Qingxiao's gaze swept straight over.

Song Xueci so stupid.

Trying so hard to appear calm, how stupid.

They probably don't know.

Even my voice has been softened and become weak.

Author's Note:

A little chaotic scene unfolds; I'll be breaking up with "Stomach-Nourishing Bro" in the next chapter~~ [doge][doge][doge]