Feeling guilty, and genuinely ashamed for making the germaphobic Wen Chen such a mess, Luo Qingjia squeezed his eyes shut, braced himself, and leaned over the edge of the bathtub, sticking his butt out to obediently accept his punishment.
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"Wu wu wu, my butt's going to break! Daddy, can you hit somewhere else?"
"No. Baby's big butt is fleshy and durable, it won't break. It's the most suitable place for punishment."
"My thighs have a lot of meat too! Can you hit my thighs?"
"Fine. Then I'll hit your thighs too."
"Wu wu wu, you bastard!"
Smack! "What should Baby call me?"
"Wu wu... Daddy~ Hmph, bad Daddy..."
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Luo Qingjia lay flat on his stomach on the first-floor living room sofa. As he carefully recalled the details of that night, he unknowingly grew hot all over. His butt, which had been repeatedly ravaged over the past few days, was actually itching for a spanking.
He wasn't sure if it was because the memories were too explicit, or if the sofa itself—being the battlefield from that night—carried its own stimulating aura.
He buried his nose into the sofa and took a deep breath to see if Wen Chen's scent still lingered. He only smelled a faint hint of white tea.
This was his favorite scent. His toiletries and body lotions were all white tea-scented. Most of the cleaning supplies in the house shared this fragrance too.
Makes sense. Given how dirty the sofa got that night, and considering Wen Chen's severe germaphobia, he definitely made 003 clean it overnight.
That was Luo Qingjia's initial thought.
But after lying there reveling in it for a few minutes, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
That's right—neither the sofa nor the cushions had been replaced; 003 was just ordered to dry-clean them. This was entirely out of character for Wen Chen.
While 003 was a highly advanced domestic robot and anything it cleaned and sterilized was flawlessly pristine, Wen Chen was a massive germaphobe. If something got that dirty, he would absolutely throw it out and buy a new one, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get over the mental hurdle.
So why keep the sofa?
Could he be keeping it to reminisce? Had Wen Chen finally realized his feelings for him and wanted to take things a step further?
Definitely. Ever since that night, he could clearly feel that Wen Chen's attitude towards him had become far more ambiguous.
For instance, Wen Chen used to be terrified of any romantic tension arising between them, constantly emphasizing that Luo Qingjia had to call him "Uncle." He wasn't even allowed to call Wen Chen by his name.
But that night, he noticed Wen Chen constantly referring to himself as "Daddy." Even after the bathroom punishment ended and Wen Chen carried him to bed, he kept calling himself Daddy.
Lying in bed, Luo Qingjia had intentionally called him "Uncle," asking his "Uncle" to apply medicine to his butt, using the excuse that he had to take care of Wen Qingheng the next day before going on a date with his boyfriend.
That had made Wen Chen completely lose his cool. Pinning Luo Qingjia's butt down, he delivered another thrashing, beating him until he was crying for Daddy and promised that he would "only call him Daddy from now on" and "always listen to Daddy" before finally letting him go.
Furthermore, he had suddenly realized last night that Wen Chen's constant excuses to punish him and keep him bedridden over the past few days were just a ploy to stop him from going out to see other men.
He had been furious. He could understand Wen Chen not letting him see Yuan Ye—whether out of jealousy or simply because he looked down on his "boyfriend," that made sense.
But forbidding him from seeing Wen Qingheng was crossing a line. Wen Qingheng was Wen Chen's biological nephew, and he and Luo Qingjia shared a pure, brotherly bond. Plus, Wen Qingheng was injured and in a bad mental state.
"Uncle, Wen Qingheng is your nephew too. By blood, he's your actual family. He needs care and attention right now. Isn't it a bit cold-blooded of you to stop me from seeing him?"
He had yelled "Uncle" to emphasize the uncle-nephew relationship between Wen Chen and Wen Qingheng. He just wanted Wen Chen to stop hitting him so his butt could get some rest.
—Whenever he called him Daddy, Wen Chen just got too excited. He only wanted Wen Chen to calm down a bit.
Who knew Wen Chen would strike even harder, forcing him to call him Daddy.
Luo Qingjia lost his temper too. Since the soft approach didn't work, he went hard, deliberately chanting "Uncle, Uncle" non-stop and saying whatever would hit where it hurt most:
"You're only my Uncle in name, aren't you overstepping? What right do you have to restrict me from leaving the house? What right do you have to control which men I see? What right do you have to interfere with my dates?"
"I'm never going to call you Daddy again. I promised my boyfriend I would only call him Daddy in bed. I've broken the rules these past few days, and I feel terribly guilty. I will never call you Daddy again!"
He repeated the important part twice.
Smack! Wen Chen carried him to the bed, gave his peach a heavy pat, and said with a dark expression, "We're in bed now. Hurry up and call me Daddy."
After a pause, he added, "Also, you're not allowed to mention that useless ex-boyfriend of yours again. If you do, I'll throw him to Antarctica to raise penguins."
In his fit of anger, Luo Qingjia had fired back without thinking:
"When I said 'in bed,' I meant 'having sex'. That's a little kink between couples. Surely Uncle isn't oblivious to that, right?"
"You're so obsessed with me calling you Daddy—are you trying to sleep with me?"
Thinking back on it now, it was a spectacular comeback.
After he dropped that final line, Wen Chen had turned bright red and left the room.
If he hadn't been so shameless as to blurt that out, given Wen Chen's demeanor at the time, his butt might have actually been beaten to a pulp.
It seemed acting a little slutty had its perks; it could save your butt in critical moments.
But he couldn't stay passive forever. He needed to do something to turn the tables.
Luo Qingjia's eyes darted around, and a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.
"003, go to Wen Chen's room and steal a white dress shirt and a black tie for me."
The omnipotent robot, who was cleaning nearby, turned its head mechanically. A professional, fake smile hung on its handsome face—which looked strikingly similar to Wen Chen's. "I'm sorry! 003 dares not disobey its master and cannot complete your task."
Luo Qingjia laughed in exasperation. "003! Aren't I your master? You should know that Wen Chen built you for me. I am your ultimate master."
003: "Apologies, Little Master. Wen Chen is my Daddy. I cannot disobey Daddy. I'm sorry!"
Luo Qingjia: "..."
He strongly suspected that Wen Chen had stayed up late last night rewriting 003's programming, deliberately adding the word "Daddy" just so 003 could seize every opportunity to remind him: Who exactly is the Daddy here?
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