Ye He Chapter 9

The sound of running water ceased, and Ye He walked into the room, toweling his hair dry.

Shen Yi secretly watched him, unable to stop comparing his current calm and composed expression with the sinister look in the photo from earlier.

Who exactly is he? Shen Yi was lost in thought and didn’t notice that Ye He had suddenly stopped wiping his hair. By the time he realized it, Ye He was already standing in front of the cabinet.

Ye He opened the cabinet, paused for a moment, and then took out the photograph. Shen Yi felt ice-cold all over, his heart pounding in his throat, yet he could only watch stiffly as Ye He walked toward him. Shen Yi opened his mouth, but before a plea for mercy could escape, Ye He slapped him with the photograph.

The force of the slap was light, but it carried a profound sense of humiliation, like a father chastising a disobedient son. Even more terrifying was his gaze—that sick, gloomy look made Shen Yi tremble uncontrollably. He instinctively hugged his head, curled up, and retreated backward. This passive behavior clearly had no effect on Ye He; almost instantly, Shen Yi was dragged back by his ankles, which were grasped upside down.

Extreme terror instantly engulfed Shen Yi. Recalling the cruel methods Ye He had used before, he immediately began to beg in a low voice, “I was wrong… I won’t dare to do it again… You, ah—”

His body was suddenly forced down onto the man’s thigh, his waist and abdomen pressed tightly against the man’s lower body. Before Shen Yi could react, the only pair of shorts he was wearing was crudely yanked down to his knees. A hand, slightly calloused, vigorously kneaded the two cheeks of his buttocks, which still bore fresh blue and purple pinch marks. Shen Yi instinctively struggled, immediately earning a fiery sting on his backside. He dared not move again, but the throbbing pain continued to surge.

The repeated, rough strikes made Shen Yi flush crimson, feeling both shame and disgust. He turned his head away in embarrassment and begged in a low voice, “…Stop, stop hitting me…”

Ye He actually stopped. Compared to his initial brutality, his movements were now quite gentle, yet this only made Shen Yi feel more terrified. The palm slowly caressed his buttocks, molding them into an appealing shape. Between the ravaged cheeks of his backside, the chrysanthemum bud, which had been repeatedly violated by the man, displayed a beautiful, fresh pink color. It was slowly contracting, the alluring folds twitching painfully, allowing one to imagine the tightness and heat within the passage.

Ye He sneered, then suddenly pinched the bright red, burning flesh of his buttocks and twisted hard.

“Mmm…” Shen Yi let out a muffled groan. Before the pain could subside, he was pulled up. Ye He acted as if nothing had happened, pushing him toward the desk and opening the computer. He even helped Shen Yi pull up the shorts that had slipped to his knees.

Shen Yi stared blankly at the familiar game interface popping up on the screen, unsure of Ye He’s intentions. While he was trembling with fear, he was suddenly pressed down onto the chair.

The pain of his tormented backside hitting the chair surface instantly drained the color from his face. What terrified Shen Yi even more was that the momentary stinging numbness had caused him to become aroused. He desperately tried to suppress the urge to get up and flee, stiffly taking the mouse handed to him on his right.

Although he couldn’t see it, Shen Yi could feel the man beside him staring brazenly at his private parts. This extremely oppressive atmosphere made him restless and unable to enjoy the game, and his movements became increasingly rigid.

“Snap—” The mouse was slammed down heavily. Shen Yi’s muscles tensed, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

A hand reached into his shorts.

He slowly turned his head. Ye He looked calmly at the screen and spoke two words.

“Continue.”

Shen Yi struggled to control his shaking body, picking up the mouse that had slipped from his grasp.

No one spoke; only the hollow clicking of the mouse remained in the room. Shen Yi’s eyes were red, and he gripped the mouse, his fingertips turning white from the excessive force. He felt that those few minutes were an agonizing ordeal. The hand inside his shorts was pinching and kneading his yin茎, playing with it for a while before moving to the scrotum behind, pressing and squeezing the two round spheres enclosed within, and pulling them to the sides. What terrified Shen Yi even more was that these rough, humiliating actions did not calm his aroused member; instead, the glans at the tip secreted more slippery fluid.

Finally, when Ye He buried his head in Shen Yi’s chest and began to bite his nipple, Shen Yi lost control and slumped in the chair, his eyes unfocused, his hands hanging limply at his sides. His body instinctively accommodated the other’s actions, emitting seductive gasps, “Ah… mm, ugh… ah…”

Ye He stopped again. He took Shen Yi’s hand and placed it back on the mouse.

“Continue.”

Shen Yi’s face was pale with disbelief. He finally understood what Ye He intended to do. For a moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of resistance and struggle, but the next second, he obediently followed the man’s command.

Not yet. Resisting now would only give the man an excuse to continue the humiliation, or rather, a legitimate reason to destroy him.

The stinging bites on his sensitive nipples combined with the intense stimulation of his member made it difficult for Shen Yi to focus on the game. Soon, a bright red death notification appeared on the screen. His swollen member was suddenly squeezed hard. The extreme stimulation at the point of eruption caused the glans to tremble and spit out a large amount of viscous fluid.

“Ah…” Shen Yi’s eyes were vacant, his legs twitching weakly. Although he was not bound by any ropes, he lacked even a shred of courage to resist the man’s torment. Shen Yi tried hard to empty his mind, attempting to escape these humiliating thoughts, but the hand stained with white fluid near his nose, and the man’s dark, profound gaze behind him, silently reminded him that there was no room for choice.

Shen Yi hesitated, then began to stiffly lick the hand. His soft, pink tongue enveloped the fingertips, leaving a trail of glistening moisture. The youth’s flushed eyes were moist, his long, curled eyelashes slightly lowered due to shame and humiliation, concealing his originally lively gaze. His suppressed, obedient expression garnered no pity; instead, it fueled a more cruel sadism.

The darkness in Ye He’s eyes spread like thick ink. His thick, long fingers suddenly probed into the soft throat. The five fingers pressed together, quickly blocking the airway and forcefully pushing deeper, attempting to penetrate the convulsing, contracting esophagus. Shen Yi’s eyes widened. The fear of suffocation made him struggle frantically, twisting his body desperately. However, all resistance was futile. The man’s powerful, brutal actions were completely unaffected.

Extreme lack of oxygen made Shen Yi emit desperate sobs. His brain buzzed, and the scene before his eyes began to blur, yet the man’s sinister gaze seemed to pierce through everything and stab clearly into his heart. On the verge of death, a thought suddenly flashed through Shen Yi’s mind: he didn’t want to die. If he just begged this man, he wouldn’t have to die.

As if grasping the last straw, he struggled to make a sound, “Plea… please, ugh… I… don’t… want… to die…”

The hand forcefully inserted into his throat was withdrawn.

Relieved, Shen Yi bent over in agony, coughing violently, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he desperately gasped for air. As soon as his consciousness recovered slightly, the mouse was shoved back into his hand, and Ye He’s voice, still cold, sounded in his ear.

“Continue.”

Shen Yi’s face was ashen. He looked at Ye He in despair, “What… what else do you want to do?”

Ye He stared at him deeply.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down Shen Yi’s handsome face. He screamed and pleaded in despair, “I was wrong… I won’t dare to do it again… Please, spare me… Please… Ahhh—”

Ye He mercilessly pinched the vulnerable, tender flesh between his thighs, leaving distinct red marks.

“No, don’t… ah, don’t pinch, ha…” Shen Yi whimpered pitifully, trembling as he clicked on the game.