TW: Dubcon

Editor: Sahloknir

Shi Qing had three choices right now.

Or 3. He could pretend to struggle while provoking Jiang Bieyu to continue.

He didn’t even need to think about it.

Of course a decent person like him would choose the last option.

So, with his eyes bound and his wrists firmly grasped by Jiang Bieyu, the little master seemed to lose all composure. His little legs kicked out into the darkness as he asked in a trembling voice,

“What are you saying?!”

“What in the world are you saying?!”

The man’s deep voice, filled with repressed feelings, rang in his ears.

Then a wave of hot air landed on the Shi family’s little master’s earlobe.

The fair earlobe turned a delicate red almost immediately after being teased like that.

Jiang Bieyu’s eyes were fixated on the blindfolded little master. The little master who could only helplessly descend into panic after being robbed of his sight. The man’s gaze overflowed with tenderness.

If anyone saw the look in his eyes right now, they would’ve thought he had gone mad.

For there seemed to be two people peering out of those eyes.

One was looking at the little master with tender pity.

The other was also looking at the little master, but only with intense infatuation and possessiveness.

Jiang Bieyu gently blew another breath onto Shi Qing’s ear, watching the flush on his encircled prey’s face deepen. He was very satisfied.

His voice became even quieter, as if he was whispering to his lover at midnight.

“What does Qing-er think I’m saying?”

“Your body is trembling so much. Are you afraid I will hurt you?”

It was as if Jiang Bieyu found this Shi Qing very cute. He quietly chuckled again.

Shi Qing could clearly feel the man’s long, slender hand trail down his back, as if he was counting every single vertebrae.

The sensation was so light and soft that it made him ticklish and want to shrink back. But the way his body was restrained didn’t let him.

The blindfolded little master tried to act tough even though he was trembling slightly. “You don’t have the guts to do it!”

“Jiang Bieyu, I think you’ve been too spoiled by me. Have you forgotten how you first came to my side? Were a hundred lashes not enough for you to learn your lesson?? If you don’t stop right now, your previous punishment will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you!”

Jiang Bieyu’s hand on Shi Qing’s spine paused.

He peered down at the helpless little master in his arms.

Perhaps Shi Qing believed that he had successfully intimidated the man. His blindfolded face showed his usual smug arrogance again as he snorted coldly.

“If you don’t want to die, then untie me now. I won’t beat you to death for old times’ sake.”

“You like whips?”

The man holding him in the darkness suddenly asked.

The little master didn’t understand why Jiang Bieyu was asking this, but he vaguely felt like something wasn’t right. He bit his lip and refused to answer.

Jiang Bieyu didn’t mind his silence.

The man just methodically tore another strip from the curtains.

—Rip!

He was so strong that the pretty curtains tore like paper.

Jiang Bieyu was in a good mood as he slowly tied the little master’s hands with the fabric.

His actions made the little master momentarily tense up again.

Shi Qing’s soft and sticky voice also took on a hint of fear, “Jiang Bieyu, what are you doing? Let go of me! Jiang Bieyu!!”

“Don’t be afraid.” The man’s voice was gentle.

When he finished securing the little master’s hands, he even leaned down a fraction to press what could be described as a chaste kiss to one corner of the other’s mouth.

“I only did that to free up my hands. After all, you’re not very obedient. What if you run off while I’m looking around for it?”

The little master shrank back in fear before what had just happened caught up with him. He turned his face away indignantly, “Don’t kiss me!”

Jiang Bieyu’s tone was almost doting. He even reached out and stroked Shi Qing’s head as he comforted him.

“Fine. Since Qing-er doesn’t want me to kiss him, then I won’t.”

The little master hatefully avoided his hand.

—Rip!

Jiang Bieyu tore off another curtain strip and tied Shi Qing’s ankles together.

Now Shi Qing basically had no chance of escape.

Out of sight of the little master, the man stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes fixated on those moist lips that he had caused to turn ruby red.

He slowly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket.

It was the handkerchief that Shi Qing had given him, the one embroidered with a big fat cat.

The little master’s tastes were always so unique. While everyone else had flowers like plum, orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums or landscapes embroidered on their handkerchiefs, Shi Qing was the only one who liked cats more.

In the entire Shi family, and indeed in the whole of Crane City, only Jiang Bieyu had been given a handkerchief by him.

Jiang Bieyu looked steadily at the handkerchief he was holding.

It was made of good material that was soft to the touch. He had never used it since he received it, instead keeping it carefully on his person at all times.

It was clean and soft.

Just the right material for gagging someone.

But Jiang Bieyu didn’t stuff it into Shi Qing’s mouth.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to.

It was because he didn’t want to.

He tucked the handkerchief back into his lapels.

“Qing-er.”

The man’s tone was gentle, as if he was afraid of frightening the little master, “You know as well that what I did to you today is enough for me to die a hundred times.”

“Then why aren’t you letting me go yet?!”

Frustrated that he was tied up and unable to move, the little master writhed around on the bed. “Jiang Bieyu, have you gone mad today??”

“Yes, I’ve gone mad.”

Jiang Bieyu strolled around the room.

He had lived here for two years.

And no one knew better than him about where the little master kept his things.

Thus, he quickly found that whip.

—Crack!

There was still a bell secured to the whip’s handle.

As the man heavily brought the whip down, it cracked loudly against the floor, followed by a ringing bell.

Shi Qing: Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo~

Shi Qing：He’s so eager~ I’m ready so come on, come on~

Jiang Bieyu gently touched the whip as he reminisced, “Back then, Qing-er used this very whip on me.”

He was taken back to the Shi family afterwards.

He spent two years here, watching and guarding. Willingly becoming a dog for Shi Qing.

But in the end, Jiang Bieyu was human.

It would’ve been fine if he didn’t have any improper thoughts about Shi Qing, but he did.

He was Shi Qing’s most loyal dog.

Shi Qing liked his loyalty, but he could never reciprocate the feelings of his pet.

—Crack!

The whip was brought down again. Accompanied by the clear sound of a bell, it reached Shi Qing’s ears on the bed.

How could the little master not recognise the sound his favourite whip made?

His face became pallid as he shrank back in fear.

His voice too began to tremble even more.

“Jiang Bieyu, what are you trying to do?!”

The man stepped forward and passed the whip into the panicked little master’s bound hands.

“Qing-er, I know that you will be very angry about what will happen today. You can whip me as many times as you like to sate your anger.”

Shi Qing: …

He wasn’t expecting this, ah.

Jiang Bieyu tied him up and went to get the whip…

Just to tell him that he wanted to be whipped??

This guy’s head really was messed up.

Shi Qing wanted to drag Jiang Bieyu over and personally teach him how to have a good time in bed. Alas, since he couldn’t break character, he could only hiss out through gritted teeth,

“Who’s going to whip you?! Let me go already!”

The man’s behaviour today was so insane that the little master continued to scoot back as much as possible. But there was only so much room on the bed.

The blindfolded him kept kicking and screaming. “Are you crazy?! Tying me up just so I can whip you??”

The man let himself be kicked before he smoothly reached out and took hold of the little master’s slender ankle. He ever so gently untied the fabric there.

“That’s right. But you can’t hit me yet. I know you’re angry because you think I lied to you. Don’t be angry, Qing-er. I know I’m in the wrong, but I would gladly do it all again if I had to.”

The rope fell onto the bed. As soon as the little master was free, he immediately went to kick the person in front of him again.

Jiang Bieyu just sat there and let him vent his anger.

He put the whip aside. Ignoring Shi Qing’s struggles, he brought the little master into his arms.

Little by little, he took off the clothes that he’s taken off countless times in the past.

Only this time, he wouldn’t stop at the inner layer.

One by one, the delicate and luxurious garments fell onto the bed.

The man’s hoarse voice was quiet and tinged with a painful obsession.

“Qing-er, there are many people outside. All you have to do is shout and they will rush in.”

Joy flashed across the little master’s face after this reminder. He immediately opened his mouth.

But Jiang Bieyu continued, “If you shout, they will come in, see this scene, and rescue you immediately. I will not resist when they take me elsewhere. As an insubordinate servant who has improper thoughts about his master, my death is assured.”

Jiang Bieyu felt the body in his arms stiffen. His touch remained gentle, and there was a bitter smile on his lips.

“You know how much Shi-laoye and Shi-furen treasure you. At that time, no one will be able to prevent my death.”

The inner layer was thrown to the floor.

The torn and scattered curtains could only partially obscure what was happening on the bed.

Only the man’s hoarse, solemn voice could be heard.

“My life is in your hands.”