Chapter 8
Getting spanked by Wen Chen was always a mix of pain and pleasure for Luo Qingjia.
Especially this current Wen Chen. his breathing heavy and his palms searing hot, gazing at him as if consumed by an intense, fiery lust.
The physical stimulation and psychological satisfaction left Luo Qingjia on cloud nine. He subconsciously shifted his hips, silently begging for more of Daddy’s discipline.
However, the man behind him completely froze, as if rooted to the spot.
Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Luo Qingjia flicked his tongue against the man's palm.
The air in the room instantly stalled, seemingly suffocated by Luo Qingjia’s wanton audacity.
Staring at the large hand hovering right before his face, Luo Qingjia’s mind raced. What is Wen Chen playing at? Why hasn't he pulled his hand back?
The damp patch of saliva on the man's palm was right at his eye level, as if reminding him of what he’d just done or perhaps demanding an explanation.
"Don't misunderstand, Uncle. You were covering my mouth, so I couldn't answer you. In my panic, I had no choice but to try writing with my tongue—"
Luo Qingjia’s words came to an abrupt halt.
Crap. I forgot I have hands.
Why didn't you just use your hands to write? He had no answer to that question.
Fortunately, Wen Chen didn't ask. It seemed the man had forgotten too.
The man's long, slender fingers curled inward slightly. It looked as if he wanted to touch the damp spot on his palm, or perhaps he was hinting at something else. Luo Qingjia widened his eyes, trying to decipher the man's true intentions.
Too bad the man didn't give him the chance. Wen Chen abruptly withdrew his hand, and from the sound of it, he had sunk back into his office chair.
Luo Qingjia: "..."
What the hell? Did the old prude stall halfway again?
Just a second ago, he was spanking him with so much heat and jealously forbidding him from mentioning other men. And now he was just calling it quits? Since when did he get to start and stop whenever he pleased?
He wouldn't allow it.
"Do you not believe me, Uncle? I really can write with my tongue. I even practiced it specifically... for my boyfriend."
"Have you done that to him?" The man's voice was tight, suppressing a simmering rage.
The very next second, Luo Qingjia was yanked into a familiar embrace. Taking full advantage of the situation, he wrapped his arms around the man's lean, powerful waist and pressed his cheek against that scorching hot chest, quietly listening to the violent thudding of the man's heartbeat.
He absolutely loved this man's body. It was far more honest than his mouth.
"Jiajia." Wen Chen's arms tightened imperceptibly. He seemed desperate to hold his precious treasure close, yet terrified of breaking him.
"Hmm? What is it?" Luo Qingjia nuzzled his cheek deeper into Wen Chen's embrace, letting his lips brush seemingly by accident against the man's chest.
Wen Chen abruptly loosened his grip. His large hands moved to gently grasp Luo Qingjia's shoulders, applying a slight pressure to push him away.
Feigning a loss of balance, Luo Qingjia looped his arms around the man's neck. Swinging his long legs over, he smoothly shifted from sitting sideways to straddling Wen Chen's lap, facing him directly.
Leaning forward, he tilted up his pure, innocent little face, widened his doe-like eyes, and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle? Why did you suddenly pull me into your arms?"
"And... why did you spank me just now?" At the mention of his rear, Luo Qingjia squirmed uncomfortably and added in a coquettish whine, "You made it all swollen again."
Wen Chen's blood was practically boiling.
Relying on the last shreds of his sanity, he kept his hands on those smooth shoulders, wanting to push this tormenting little succubus away. But he couldn't muster the strength. His eyes drifted uncontrollably, peering down through the oversized collar at the half-exposed, tantalizing view beneath.
"Wen Chen." Luo Qingjia inched his hips forward bit by bit, until he hit a very distinct roadblock. Only then did he freeze, his face flushing red.
As if suddenly scorched, he gave his waist a little twist, pouted, and demanded, "What exactly is this supposed to mean?"
Seeing that the man wasn't answering, but instead staring blankly at his lips. those sharp, elegant eyes, now free of their glasses and completely darkened with lust, looking as though they wanted to devour him whole.
Luo Qingjia's entire body went weak. He had no choice but to let go of the man's neck and prop his hands against that sturdy chest in a mock display of resistance. It was the only way to keep himself from melting entirely into the man's embrace and looking too desperate.
The man kept his lips pressed tightly together in silence, his Adam's apple bobbing continuously. It was hard to tell whether he was struggling to say something, or struggling to hold back what he truly wanted.
Luo Qingjia had had enough of Wen Chen’s endless restraint and self-denial. His patience thoroughly exhausted, he just wanted to force a conclusion out of him.
"Wen Chen, you feel it for me too, don't you?" he asked bluntly, staring right into Wen Chen's eyes.
Wen Chen lowered his gaze, not daring to meet Luo Qingjia's eyes. "Jiajia, there can only be familial love between us. You are the child I raised with my own hands."
"Is that so?" Luo Qingjia smirked. He reached down and wrapped his hand around that very specific roadblock, smiling as it elicited a muffled groan from the man.
"It's far more honest than you are." Luo Qingjia ignored the scorching heat against his palm, forcing himself to stay clear-headed so he wouldn't let Wen Chen brush him off again.
He flexed his slightly cramped fingers and teased, "Jumping to attention to greet me with so much enthusiasm, yet you still claim you have no interest in me?"
"Jiajia... let go... And... call me Uncle..." Wen Chen's eyes were bloodshot, his voice incredibly hoarse as he clearly struggled to endure the sensation.
"Tsk, there you go fussing over titles again. If you love playing the elder so much, maybe I should just start calling you 'Daddy'. Didn't you say you're raising me like a son? Daddy~"
"Although," Luo Qingjia gently stroked the increasingly rigid length in his hand, the corners of his eyes curving into a seductive arc.
"Is it really appropriate for you to get this excited when I call you 'Daddy'? Look at your state, and you still have the nerve to claim your feelings for me are strictly familial."
"Jiajia! That is a natural physiological reaction. It doesn't prove anything." Wen Chen's voice pitched up sharply, losing its usual steady composure. "I don't... I don't feel that way about you."
Luo Qingjia could smell the false bravado from a mile away. He leaned down and blew a soft puff of air against that completely honest area, blurring the line between a provocation and a tease.
"Is that so? Then why haven't you pushed me away? Why do you constantly indulge me and send me the wrong signals?"
"If you hadn't held me down to spank me, if you hadn't pulled me into your arms, would things have ever gone this far?
"To stop myself from loving you, I even went out and got a boyfriend, planning to build a real relationship with him. But you just had to break us up, and now you won't even let me mention him! Whenever I bring him up, or even bring up Brother Qingheng and the others, you get so insanely jealous. How am I supposed to not read into that?"
Luo Qingjia tightened his grip meaningfully. "With things already at this point, you still have the gall to deny it. You're so stubborn."
"By the way, speaking of hard..."
Luo Qingjia was abruptly cut off. Wen Chen suddenly grabbed him by the waist, hoisting him up as he stood.
He was shoved back down into the office chair. Suddenly, black-and-gold handcuffs snapped out from both armrests, locking securely around his left and right wrists.
The appearance of the restraints was so jarring that Luo Qingjia’s curiosity completely eclipsed any romantic tension. "Why are there handcuffs installed on this chair?" he asked, baffled.
To secretly install such degenerate handcuffs onto such a professional-looking office chair was just so...
If he didn't know exactly what Wen Chen's attitude toward him was, he would have genuinely thought the man wanted to engage in some office roleplay.
Unfortunately, knowing the old prude, the chances of Wen Chen using these to fend him off were far, far greater than the chances of using them to play with him.
"Ahem, you can be quite mischievous, Jiajia. Uncle was worried about accidents, so I had some preventive measures put in place beforehand."
Wen Chen lied without so much as a change in expression, but the explicit scenes from a dream he had a few nights ago began replaying vividly in his mind.
A few days prior, Jiajia had been busy with club activities and kept staying late at campus. Every time he went to pick him up, he saw crowds of people eagerly flocking around Jiajia to offer their services, including that bastard Yuan Ye.
Jiajia was wasting too much energy on these outsiders, leaving him with less and less alone time with Wen Chen. The older man had become so consumed with anxious restlessness that he actually dreamed of forging black-and-gold handcuffs. perfectly complementing Jiajia's skin tone in various places.
The office, the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, even an empty classroom...
No matter where they went, he could shackle Jiajia right by his side, making sure his baby obediently accompanied him and completely ignored all other unimportant people and matters.
Upon waking, he despised himself for his own depravity and absurdity.
Yet, he hadn't been able to stop himself from personally selecting this discreet, multi-functional office chair and quietly having one installed in every single one of his offices.
He told himself he was merely trying to "fulfill" the fantasy in a harmless way. He would never actually do any of those excessive things from his dreams.
But he still couldn't resist poring over the user manual until he had every kinky feature perfectly memorized.
Now, looking at this little white rabbit masquerading as a wildcat, with his pink lips parted slightly in stunned disbelief, Wen Chen felt the darkness inside him growing uncontrollably. He desperately wanted to deploy the ankle cuffs and all the other hidden attachments to ruthlessly discipline this disobedient little brat.
But he couldn't. Allowing these filthy thoughts to fester in the dark corners of his mind was already the absolute limit of what he could tolerate from himself.
Jiajia had once written in his Heartbeat Diary: "I love Wen Chen's noble, ascetic aura." If the boy were to discover this depraved side of him, he probably wouldn't like him anymore, right?
Jiajia's affections had never been long-lasting. Ever since he was a child, no matter how much he claimed to love a new toy, he would always get bored of it after a few days.
It had to be the same with people, right?
Wen Chen was deeply conflicted. Rationality dictated that keeping Jiajia from falling in love with him was the best way to protect his baby.
But he was no saint. On the contrary, he was an incredibly selfish man.
He wanted his image in Jiajia's heart to remain flawless. He wanted his baby to love him forever.
This was also one of the main reasons he didn't dare to accept Jiajia's advances.
Jiajia was still young. His infatuation was most likely fleeting. But Wen Chen was a deeply obsessive man; once he loved someone, he would love them forever. He would never be able to accept his lover abandoning him.
If there came a day when Jiajia asked him for a divorce, he would absolutely haunt him to the bitter end. And Jiajia would certainly despise such an ugly, ungraceful version of him.
Furthermore, he was thirteen years older than Jiajia.
Currently, his physiological capabilities were flawless across the board. But the day would eventually come when he couldn't keep up. When that happened, if Jiajia was still in his prime with a high libido, how was he supposed to satisfy him?
He would be physically incapable, yet absolutely unwilling to find some strapping young man to service Jiajia in his place. Was he supposed to force his precious boy to live like a chaste widow?
Absolutely not! The treasure he held in the palm of his hand could never be subjected to such an unspoken misery.
...In short, playing the role of family was the safest path. It might lack the fiery passion of lovers, but it was a quiet, steady stream that guaranteed they could be together forever.
"Do you really need to guard against me this much, Uncle? Am I a prisoner, or some kind of terrifying monster? Do you really have to handcuff me?"
Luo Qingjia was genuinely hurt. He hadn't expected Wen Chen to be this defensive against him.
Seeing Wen Chen hesitate, looking as though someone had just struck a nerve, Luo Qingjia was overwhelmed by a sudden wave of anger and instantly switched into full-blown sarcastic mode.
"Fine. If that's how it is, then mind your own business about what man I choose to be with. Either way, I'm definitely finding a man to solve my high sex drive."
"Oh, right. Even though you promised to buy me those toys, you don't have to bother anymore. I just felt it for myself, and..."
Luo Qingjia stared pointedly at Wen Chen's crotch and offered a deadpan review: "I think the real deal is just way more satisfying. You need body heat for real passion. And the texture is so much better."
"I'm definitely going to find a boyfriend who is bigger than you, Uncle."
"And I'm not talking about age."
"Yuan Ye is a great choice. His doesn't seem any smaller than yours. Plus, he's an athlete in the prime of his youth. He'll definitely have the stamina to..."
"But if you really hate Yuan Ye that much, Uncle, I can always just find a different boyfriend. Plenty of men are chasing after me. I'll just test them out one by one. I'm bound to find one bigger than you eventually."
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