Ye He Chapter 10

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Shen Yi stared blankly at the still-flashing screen. He had never known that ejaculation could be this painful. He couldn’t remember how many times he had climaxed that night, only that the man was still kneading his already red, swollen member, forcing him to accept the next climax. There was nothing Shen Yi could do, and absolutely no room for resistance or refusal. Since being locked up here, he had been constantly forced to endure pain, his last vestiges of self-respect ruthlessly shattered again and again, making him realize he was no longer the heir of the Shen Corporation, but a pathetic wretch who could only survive by begging and pleasing other men.

The only small comfort was that the man didn’t want him dead. Although he had faced death several times, the other party always maintained a precise measure, never letting him perish immediately. Those were merely warnings, punishments, or perhaps, foreplay. Recalling the various concessions and compromises he had made just to stay alive, he found it utterly ridiculous. The man was a complete lunatic—cold, ruthless, and deeply calculating, rarely showing anger. As long as he wasn’t provoked, the man acted like a silent, harmless good guy.

The dull, throbbing pain still emanating from his lower body kept pulling Shen Yi’s consciousness away. His vacant gaze swept the surroundings before settling on the man’s face. The handsome features and the slight upward curve of his lips all showcased the man’s charming side. If this pervert wasn’t currently trying enthusiastically to make his numb member climax again, perhaps Shen Yi might have a greatly improved opinion of him. Unfortunately, there was no ‘if.’ Now, Shen Yi felt only disgust and hatred, mixed with a sorrowful helplessness. When would this person finally let him go?

Disorganized thoughts caused strange ideas to pop up in Shen Yi’s mind one after another. Suddenly, two images flashed before his eyes.

The work ID card with the name, and that photograph.

“Ye He…”

The wet, lewd sounds stopped. The sudden silence instantly cooled Shen Yi’s confused mind. “I’ve met you?”

Ye He didn’t answer, but his increasingly dark and ominous gaze indicated that things were heading in a bad direction. He suddenly reached out and ripped off Shen Yi’s drooping shorts, folding his feet up and pressing them against the sides of the chair, exposing the hidden private spot below. Between the yellowish finger marks and bruises, the inviting chrysanthemum bud trembled and contracted due to its owner’s fear.

“No.”

Ye He pulled out his member, thrusting it forcefully, burying it deep into the warm, tight passage, then began to pump violently.

“Ah… ugh, mm… ahh… slower…”

After this period of conditioning, Shen Yi had long grown accustomed to this rough and simple method of intercourse. After a few thrusts, his sphincter began to involuntarily wrap around Ye He’s erect blade of flesh, instinctively contracting to please the other party. His hips shook continuously, enduring impact after impact, each heavier than the last. The face-to-face insertion position allowed Shen Yi to clearly see Ye He’s handsome features and deep, dark eyes. This face, shaking violently, gradually became fragmented, overlapping with the pale, gloomy youth in the photograph from ten years ago.

“…Ah, mm… Ye He…”

Shen Yi subconsciously called out the name. The invading movements paused for a moment, then became even more intense. The thick member fiercely penetrated the chrysanthemum bud, stabbing into the deeper parts of the intestine. The powerful force caused Shen Yi’s spine to repeatedly hit the back of the chair, his buttocks even lifting off the seat and hanging in mid-air. If Ye He hadn’t been firmly gripping his waist, he probably would have slid down powerlessly. The prostate faithfully relayed waves of extremely sweet stimulation. His painfully swollen member stood trembling, slapping against his abs, leaving wet streaks.

“Ah… Ye He… ah… wh-why… Ye He…”

The extreme stimulation eroded the little sanity Shen Yi had left. The constantly shaking face before him and the question in his deep consciousness made him continuously call out that name. He didn’t realize that his intermittent, blurred moans at this moment sounded less like pleas for mercy and more like a form of encouragement to the abuser.

The man’s breathing gradually grew rougher, filled with lust.

Shen Yi’s muscles were taut, his smooth skin covered in tiny beads of sweat. The red, swollen member bouncing against his abdomen gradually swelled to its limit, but just as it was about to release, the bell-shaped tip was cruelly blocked by a hand. Shen Yi looked pleadingly at Ye He, only to find the other party completely calm, without even a drop of sweat on his forehead.

The continuous, powerful pumping allowed Shen Yi to clearly feel how excited the blade of flesh buried inside him was, yet he saw no trace of lust on the man’s face, as if he were performing a matter-of-fact task. In contrast, the naked Shen Yi was nothing more than a lowly plaything.

Shen Yi’s previously hot and confused mind felt as if it had been doused with cold water.

Not long after, the member inside him swelled again, and with the final thrust, the hand pinching the tip was simultaneously released. Hot liquid poured into his body, and Shen Yi’s consciousness was swallowed by the stimulation of the climax at the same moment. However, before he could fully immerse himself in the afterglow, the man’s low voice in his ear was like a sharp claw, tearing apart his precarious self-respect.

“Shen Yi, you were born to please men.”