Chapter 19
Luo Qingjia hadn't left the house in three days.
Every night, he was tossed around by Wen Chen so thoroughly that he couldn't even get out of bed.
It all started the night Wen Chen got a little tipsy.
At first, he thought Wen Chen was completely wasted, as the man hadn't reacted at all when Luo Qingjia tried to cop a feel. Only later did he realize that Wen Chen was merely buzzed—his mind was clear, but his defenses were relatively relaxed. It was the perfect opportunity to test the waters.
He intentionally brought up his fake boyfriend and deliberately struck seductive poses, offering himself up for a spanking. He wanted to push Wen Chen into losing control and doing something out of line, so he could finally interrogate the man about his true feelings.
Unfortunately, the older and wiser player won out. In the midst of his probing, he ended up melting right into Wen Chen's palm, completely led by the nose.
"Come on, Daddy. Weren't you going to spank my ass? I'm ready, please punish me."
He had been lying on his stomach, back facing Wen Chen, pushing his peach up as he said those words. It should have been incredibly alluring.
Wen Chen, however, remained entirely unmoved. He landed a heavy smack on Luo Qingjia's peach and ordered in a deep voice, "Get up. Do a horse stance over me and reflect on what you've done."
Wen Chen was usually incredibly gentle with him and catered to his every whim, which only made Luo Qingjia want to act out from time to time just to disobey him.
But the moment this man put on a cold face and issued a command, Luo Qingjia's subconscious urge to submit took over. He didn't want to resist; he only wanted to wag his tail and beg for Daddy's mercy.
Holding a horse stance was a terrifying punishment for him. When he was disobedient as a child, this was how Wen Chen would punish him. forcing him to hold the stance while reflecting on his mistakes until Wen Chen was satisfied.
If his legs gave out midway and he collapsed, he had to start the reflection all over again. For a pampered young master like him, it was sheer physical and mental torture.
But no matter how torturous it felt, as long as Wen Chen ordered him to do it, he would obey.
Besides, there was a new twist to the punishment this time. He had to hold the horse stance over Wen Chen's body. This undoubtedly added an element of kink to the so-called punishment, dulling the torture.
Actually, if it was torture, it was a mutual, sweet kind of torture.
With his back to Wen Chen, he stood with a foot on either side of the man's shoulders, half-squatting in the horse stance. If his legs gave out, he would end up sitting right on the man's face.
In an attempt to seduce Wen Chen, he complained that the fabric of his pants was rough and chafing his injured skin, asking Wen Chen to help him take them off.
Wen Chen refused. Instead, he ordered him to take his own pants off while maintaining the stance and continuing his reflection.
"Take them off yourself," Wen Chen said, landing a punitive smack on his peach. "Children who make mistakes don't get to make demands."
The man's voice was low and unquestionable. The large hand resting on his peach carried an immense sense of pressure, making it feel like if he dared to refuse, he would be punished even more severely.
He was oozing Dom energy. He was so handsome it made Luo Qingjia's legs weak.
With trembling legs, he finally managed to strip off his pants. The slightly calloused pads of the man's fingers pressed against his perky curves, inspecting him inch by inch before concluding, "Baby's big butt is indeed red and swollen. No wonder you can't wear pants."
"Squat properly. Daddy will apply some ointment for you."
Smack! "Don't move."
Smack! "Keep that little mouth moving, keep reflecting."
(300 words omitted here...)
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Luo Qingjia couldn't believe a tipsy Wen Chen could be so wicked. Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't move while holding the stance, Wen Chen brazenly caressed his butt under the guise of "applying ointment."
Tsk, what kind of decent person applies ointment with such erotic movements? And who empties an entire bottle of ointment onto someone's butt?
This custom-made ointment was originally a very proper white paste. But it melted upon contact with heat, turning into a transparent liquid that flowed down Wen Chen's scalding palm, or dripped onto the leather sofa... In short, it was somewhat indescribable.
Wen Chen lay there applying the ointment, while Luo Qingjia maintained his half-squat with his back to him, unable to see where the liquid was flowing. But precisely because he couldn't see it, his imagination ran wild.
Wen Chen's palms were burning hot, and his own skin was on fire; the ointment trapped between them melted instantly into a flowing liquid. The heavier drops splashed directly onto the leather sofa, composing an ambiguous melody.
The slower streams were even more maddening. Some flowed downwards, while others followed the curve of Wen Chen's palm...
He couldn't help but close his eyes, his mind filling with indescribable images. And with Wen Chen still creatively applying the ointment... it felt too good. And then... he just couldn't hold it anymore...!
His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto Wen Chen. Both of them were sticky and messy. Fortunately, the usually germaphobic man didn't blame him, even gently patting his back to soothe him.
"I'm keeping a tab on this. Baby has to pay it back later."
Wen Chen sat up and scooped him into his arms. Pressing his heavily heaving chest against Luo Qingjia's back, he whispered that sentence into his ear before carrying him into the bathroom.
He stripped off Luo Qingjia's only remaining shirt, rinsed him from head to toe, lathered him in bubbles, and washed him thoroughly once more.
After washing him clean and placing him in the bathtub, Wen Chen stepped back under the overhead shower. He shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt, tilted his head back, and let the water trace his sharp nose, sexy Adam's apple, bulging pecs, defined abs, and clear V-line...
Below that was a prominent bulge. Ah, no, it was his long, slender legs. The black suit trousers hid his powerful leg muscles, adding an air of asceticism to his incredibly sexy physique. The contrast was striking.
The man leisurely rinsed off for a while before slowly squeezing out shampoo and body wash, nonchalantly scrubbing his head and body. With every movement, his perfect muscle lines were on full display.
Luo Qingjia wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like Wen Chen was intentionally showing off his body, putting on some sort of wet-shirt temptation.
At the time, he was so mesmerized that he could only stare blankly at the male eye candy, feeling grateful that Wen Chen had been drinking and lowered his guard. But thinking back on it now, the more he pondered, the more he felt this "Male Bodhisattva" was deliberately seducing him.
If that theory held true, then Wen Chen's subsequent actions needed to be re-examined.
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His memories pulled back to that night.
After rinsing off, Wen Chen also stepped into the bathtub. He sat opposite him in a sprawling, dominant posture, arms resting on the edges of the tub. With his chin slightly raised, he ordered with a straight face:
"Come here. Unbuckle Daddy's belt."
"W-why do you need your belt unbuckled?" he asked with feigned modesty, his face flushing red.
His stutter wasn't an act, though. he was genuinely so excited he almost bit his own tongue. He had completely misinterpreted the situation, assuming Wen Chen wanted help taking his pants off to "serve Daddy in the bath," since he was the one who had gotten Wen Chen all messy in the first place...
I dirtied Daddy's body, so it's only natural I help him wash it, right? A real man takes responsibility.
He had even planned out his lines for Wen Chen. He just didn't expect Wen Chen to deviate from the script.
"To whip... your butt..." Wen Chen paused for a few seconds before slowly and heavily spitting out the last two words, his tone carrying a hint of frivolity.
Unfortunately, upon hearing that his butt was about to suffer again—and with a belt, no less—he trembled with fear, completely missing the suggestive undertone in Wen Chen's voice.
"No! If you hit it again, my butt's going to rot... I can't, I have to go out tomorrow..." He shot up from the water, making up excuses as he tried to flee.
But just as he swung one leg over the edge of the tub, Wen Chen also stood up. Catching Luo Qingjia's waist with one hand and grabbing his leg with the other, he dragged him right back into the water.
"The punishment isn't over yet. Baby wants to run away already?" Wen Chen stood behind him, leaning down to ask near his ear.
The man's body kept a very polite distance, not pressing against him. His voice was calm but authoritative, betraying neither anger nor joy, as if he were simply performing a routine duty.
"Haven't you punished me long enough? I'm already in such a sorry state, Daddy, please let me go~" Luo Qingjia pleaded while trying to wriggle out of Wen Chen's loose embrace.
Wen Chen seemed provoked by his attempt to escape. He suddenly pulled him tight, biting his earlobe as he interrogated him, "Who's in a sorrier state? I'm the one who got sprayed all over, and I'm the one who got sat on."
As if recalling something, Wen Chen lightly slapped his peach. "Speaking of which, every time Baby reflects halfway, his legs give out and he sits on my face... Tell the truth, did Baby do that on purpose?"
He did, in fact, do it on purpose twice.
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