Because it was their first time, although Bian Menghan wanted to very much, he ultimately took his Shizun’s physical condition into consideration and stopped after only three times.
Yet, even so, Shi Changting fell into a deep, unconscious sleep for an entire day, not waking up until noon the next day.
Having been completely “devoured,” Shi Changting lay on the bed with vacant eyes, his entire body aching as if he had been pulled apart, especially that particular area.
“Water!” When Shi Changting opened his mouth, he realized his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
Bian Menghan, who was sitting by the bedside, handed him some water upon hearing him. “Shizun cried out all night yesterday. It is this disciple’s fault.”
Although Bian Menghan said this, there was not a trace of guilt on his face. On the contrary, he looked increasingly excited.
Shi Changting had no desire to see Bian Menghan, let alone speak to him. He took the water without a word, but suddenly heard a series of silver bell sounds, crisp and melodious.
His gaze shifted, and he saw that a crimson bracelet had appeared on his right wrist at some point, adorned with two hollow red bells, with demonic energy faintly swirling around them.
He knew what this was.
It was the Spirit-Binding Bracelet he had written into the original novel for the original Shi Changting, a device designed to strip away all power of resistance, making it convenient for the future Bian Menghan to do unspeakable things to his Shizun.
Very well. It was now being used on him, too.
What a disaster.
Shi Changting felt a sense of despair.
He could not help but curse in his heart: The things that should have been restored from the original plot were not, but the things that should not have been are exactly the same.
Fine, fine. So that is how we are playing, is it?
Shi Changting took a deep breath and looked quietly at his disciple. “Menghan, what is the meaning of this?”
Having just been satisfied, Bian Menghan appeared to be in an exceptionally good mood.
He smiled slightly and said, “It is just to temporarily limit Shizun’s spiritual power. There is no other way. After all, Shizun is so powerful.”
“And you are always thinking of running away. This disciple had no choice but to use this method. That way, Shizun will stay by this disciple’s side forever.”
A pervert! This is absolute insanity!
Shi Changting sighed in agony. “What is the point of doing all this?”
“Because this disciple loves Shizun.”
“Love?” Shi Changting rattled the red bracelet on his wrist with a sardonic smile. “Sealing my spiritual power, keeping me locked up on your bed, and using force. Is this your way of loving someone?”
“Heh. Then this love is something I truly cannot afford.”
Bian Menghan’s smile gradually became somewhat strained. “Shizun, please believe in this disciple just once. I will definitely be good to you.”
“Menghan,” Shi Changting said, his expression quiet and his face numb.
“I do not like you. No matter how much you do, I will not like you. So, let go. I can treat everything as if it never happened. From now on, you and I are still master and disciple, only master and disciple.”
Shi Changting emphasized the words “master and disciple,” hoping that the boundaries between them might awaken Bian Menghan’s reason and end this improper relationship.
“Master and disciple?” Bian Menghan’s expression turned cold inch by inch, but he remained restrained. “Shizun, it does not matter if you do not like me. I will definitely work hard. I will risk everything to be good to you so that you will eventually like me. If you do not like me in a year, then ten years. If you do not like me in ten years, then a hundred. Regardless, this disciple has plenty of time. But Shizun,”
Bian Menghan’s gaze suddenly turned sinister, his eyes terrifyingly deep, as if a raging fire had ignited within them. Carrying a destructive and terrifying power, he locked the other man firmly within his gaze.
He said chillingly, “The only thing I cannot do is let go. Never, ever.”
“So, Shizun had best be obedient and stay by my side. Otherwise, if there is a next time, even I do not know what I might do.”
He is threatening me again! What the hell kind of love is this?
Shi Changting reached his limit. “Bian Menghan! You…”
Why will this person not listen to reason? He is like a stone in a latrine: stinking and hard!
“Shizun should be grateful,” Bian Menghan’s eyes were pitch black, as if they could swallow all light. “This disciple truly loves Shizun and cannot bear to hurt you. Otherwise…”
Otherwise, he would personally drag Shizun, this cold, high-mountain flower, off his pedestal.
He would crush him over and over, trample him underfoot in agony, then pack him up, store him in his own cabinet, and slowly let him wither into a specimen.
From then on, for his eyes only.
Shi Changting was so angry that his face flushed red. He was about to speak, but Bian Menghan did not give him the chance.
He leaned over, pulled Shi Changting into his arms, cupped his flawless face, pressed him down onto the bed, and in the next second, kissed him fiercely.
The kiss was brutal and predatory, carrying a heavy sense of punishment. It hovered incessantly over Shi Changting’s lips, stealing his breath away bit by bit.
Just at the final moment when he thought he was going to suffocate, Bian Menghan finally stopped.
Shi Changting regained his air, his chest heaving violently. He lay on the bed, coughing uncontrollably. “Cough, cough, cough! Bian Menghan, you bastard!”
Bian Menghan’s expression softened, and he licked his lips as if savoring the aftertaste.
Shizun’s taste was as good as ever.
It was only his words that were chilling.
Bian Menghan tidied Shi Changting’s clothes, his fingers grazing Shi Changting’s gentle, cold features and his lips, which were reddened from the kiss.
His movements were extremely meticulous, as if he were treating a priceless treasure, and he gently helped him sit up.
Shi Changting was burning with fury and had lost all reason. He swiped away Bian Menghan’s hand in disgust, but accidentally slapped Bian Menghan across the face.
Smack! The sound was exceptionally loud in the silent room.
Shi Changting froze instantly.
He swallowed hard, his reason gradually returning.
Fk! That was too impulsive!
Shi Changting’s body went stiff, and he hurriedly called out to the long-absent System: [System! System! Question: I just hit the yandere, villainous antagonist. What do I do?]
Waiting online, this is urgent.
System: [It is fine. Just be more careful in your next life.]
Shi Changting: […………]
Are you even speaking human language right now?
However, just as Shi Changting was regretting his recklessness and panicking, he saw Bian Menghan suddenly let out a soft laugh.
???
What is going on?
Shi Changting was puzzled. Is this guy brain-damaged from the slap? How can he still laugh?
Bian Menghan leaned in close to Shi Changting, lifted the hand that had struck him with both of his own, and held it before his eyes with a look of near-devotion. He asked with concern, “Is it all right, Shizun? Did you hurt your hand?”
Shi Changting: “…………”
I have a feeling this bastard is about to lick my hand next!
Internal monologue: Mom, I want to go home. I have encountered a pervert.
Seeing Shi Changting remained silent, Bian Menghan persistently asked again, “Does it hurt, Shizun?”
It looked like he would keep asking until Shi Changting answered.
Shi Changting said dully, “No, it does not.”
“If it does not hurt,” Bian Menghan tilted his head slightly, a faint smile blooming on his face. He leaned the other cheek, the one that had not been hit, toward Shi Changting, his eyes revealing a hint of near-maniacal intensity.
“Shizun, would you like to do it again?”