Ye He Chapter 17

17,

“Ye He.”

“Hm.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I found a new job in T City, and I’ve made new friends…”

Ye He listened quietly as the woman on the other end of the phone recounted her experiences over the past while. Although he didn’t speak, his expression was unexpectedly gentle.

“I’m sorry…” The woman paused, then suddenly choked out in a low sob, “…I was too weak. I just left like that, abandoning you… I’m sorry, Ye He…”

The sound of sorrowful weeping came intermittently through the phone. Ye He sat in the living room, listening in silence, his gaze locked firmly on the room to his right. Although the wall blocked his view, Ye He seemed able to penetrate all barriers and see the obsession he had long been immersed in within that room.

“It’s alright,” Ye He’s pupils were dark and deep, like a pool of icy spring water, yet his tone was as gentle as a lover’s whisper, “I’m not alone anymore.”

“Really? Congratulations.” The woman’s tears turned to laughter, and she gently advised, “If you have a lover, you must take good care of them. Be more tolerant usually. Love alone isn’t enough for two people to stay together…”

Ye He also smiled, saying each word clearly, “I will take good care of him.”

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself too. Like you said, those of us who were abandoned at birth—if we don’t cherish ourselves, who else will…”

Ye He unconsciously clenched his fist, the force making his fingertips white, and his eyes were terrifyingly sinister, yet his tone remained calm, even fainter than before, “I will.”

“Ye He…” The woman’s voice dropped, choked with emotion as if recalling sad memories, “I regret it. After all, that child was innocent…”

The bright fluorescent light illuminated Ye He’s handsome features, making them paper-white, which deepened the shadows beneath his eyelids, like the stillness before a storm. He was silent for a few seconds, then asked softly, “Do you still love him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I just want to keep a memory, after all, that was the mark of our time together… Don’t worry, I won’t go looking for him…”

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In the room, Shen Yi pricked up his ears but could only vaguely hear Ye He utter simple replies like “Hm” and “Okay.” Just as he was about to move closer to listen, he saw Ye He return.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him expressionlessly, making Shen Yi feel uneasy. Suddenly, his body was violently flipped over, and he was pressed face-down firmly onto the bed.

Shen Yi’s legs instinctively twitched twice, but he didn’t struggle.

Ye He didn’t speak, but Shen Yi could feel the man’s hot gaze, heavy with intense possessiveness, gradually scanning his entire body.

Soles of his feet, calves, popliteal fossa, thighs, groin…

His shorts were stripped off, revealing pale, perky buttocks. The tight rosebud trembled slightly from the cold stimulus.

Then his waist was lifted, changing his posture to kneeling and leaning forward. Long fingers broke through the sphincter, scraping the sensitive mucous membrane inside the passage.

“Ah… what are you doing…”

Shen Yi cried out, his muscles instinctively tensing up. He stiffly endured the disgusting probing inside his rectum, along with the wet squelching sound of fingers entering and exiting the opening.

Ye He gripped Shen Yi’s narrow waist with one hand, preventing his instinctive evasion, while the other hand fiercely plunged into the rosebud, which was starting to loosen, and pressed against the sensitive, moist prostate, forcing a soft moan from Shen Yi.

Shen Yi was shaking with anger. Ye He’s attitude was like inspecting his property—forceful and crude, completely disregarding his wishes. Yet, even so, he didn’t dare offer even symbolic resistance, only cursing angrily in his heart.

Two fingers wantonly churned the sphincter. After expanding it casually a couple of times, Ye He guided the burning flesh blade and drove it into the rosebud, ruthlessly penetrating all the way. Without waiting for Shen Yi to adapt, he began thrusting his hips, pumping violently.

“Ah… mm…”

Shen Yi gasped in discomfort, silently enduring the pain of his sphincter being stretched open. The man vigorously pounded the rosebud, occasionally pulling out tender intestinal flesh. The intense, pile-driver-like impact churned his intestines, causing a strong feeling of nausea, similar to internal organs being pressed. Shen Yi frowned and groaned, fine cold sweat already beading on his forehead. The fierce and intense violation made his whole body ache, and his ears were ringing. He instinctively tried to crawl forward, but Ye He tightly gripped his waist and dragged him back, resulting in an even more brutal round of pumping and withdrawal.

Ye He indulged in riding this tempting body that belonged only to him, excitedly kissing every patch of skin he saw, leaving marks both deep and shallow.

Shen Yi closed his eyes weakly. A continuous, sharp pain radiated from his tailbone, yet his member stiffened and rose against his will, occasionally spitting out a small amount of thin fluid…

After releasing his bestial desire, Ye He carefully withdrew his member. Before the white fluid could flow out, he quickly stuffed the shorts he had taken off into the opening. The sensation, completely different from the flesh blade, made Shen Yi realize what he had done, and his heart was instantly filled with anger and humiliation.

Ye He grabbed Shen Yi’s hair, making him turn his head, enjoying the look of embarrassment and shame on his face. A long finger was crudely shoved into his mouth, playing with his slick tongue, while the other hand began stroking Shen Yi’s entire body, finally lingering on his upper right side.

The palm, slightly calloused, gently rubbed the skin of his right shoulder blade area. Deep within his dark eyes, a cruel, hidden desire pulsed.