When Gu Xing returned to room 05, there was no one left inside.
“Tsk, did A take my person away?”
Gu Xing glanced at the watch on his wrist. At this hour, they should have had enough fun and it was time to head back. Otherwise, Xu Yizhou definitely wouldn’t be able to get up tomorrow. Thinking this, Gu Xing strode into the elevator. The elevator stopped at the third basement level. Without hesitation, Gu Xing headed to room 04.
He knocked twice, and the door slowly opened. Inside, J was sitting wide-legged on A’s lap, while A remained as indifferent as ever, carefully applying medicine to J’s wounds. It didn’t seem like he was interrupting anything.
“A, where did you take my treasure?”
Without wasting time, Gu Xing leaned against the doorframe and got straight to the point.
Hearing this, A’s hand, which was applying the medicine, paused. “He’s missing?”
J could only feel A’s gaze suddenly turn icy and gloomy, causing him to shrink back slightly.
“Damn, if you didn’t take him, and he’s not in the room”
Gu Xing’s eyes widened, the rest of his words left unspoken. Everyone here was far from good, and Xu Yizhou knew nothing about this place. If he fell into anyone’s hands. Something terrible would definitely happen. Gu Xing didn’t dare to imagine further and immediately turned to leave.
“Master, who is this ‘Zhou’? Why is Moon so worried about him?”
J straddled A’s thighs, his arms wrapped around A’s neck, his tone laced with a hint of coquettishness. The red marks on his chest glistened with moisture, the medicine freshly applied. A didn’t respond. Instead, he placed J on the nearby sofa, stood up, and headed for the door.
“Master, I’m in so much pain… Are you going to leave me?”
Seeing A leave so quickly, even abandoning the medicine on the side, J felt a pang of disappointment and called out to stop him. A’s footsteps halted briefly. He glanced back slightly at J, who was kneeling on the sofa.
His tone carried a rare urgency. “Sorry, J. The game is on hold for now.”
With that, A turned and left without looking back, no matter how much J called after him.
J tightened his grip on the torn clothes in his hands, his narrowed eyes flickering with a chilling, murderous intent.
This was the first time A had ever called a temporary halt to their play mid-session. It had never happened before. As a perceptive submissive, he could sense that A’s expression had changed earlier in room 05 when he looked at the person named “Zhou.”
He had felt something was off the moment he saw A alone with that person.
Now, it seemed his suspicions were confirmed. Lifting a hand to press the mini-earpiece in his ear, J’s voice turned cold. “Deal with it as soon as possible. A and Moon are already searching.”
Xu Yizhou watched as the man before him hung up the phone. The blinding light made it hard for him to keep his eyes open. His hands and feet were bound by the man standing over him, leaving him lying on the ground, completely immobilized.
“What do you want? Let’s talk this out calmly.”
Xu Yizhou truly had no experience with this kind of situation. It was his first time being kidnapped, and his legs wouldn’t stop trembling. He tried to reason with the man, but it seemed the man had no intention of communicating at all. The man crouched down, reached out, and removed the mask from Xu Yizhou’s face.
“Well, well. So this is the person who even made J feel threatened? Just a college boy, huh?”
The man looked at Xu Yizhou’s face and couldn’t help but marvel at how good a college student’s skin was—so smooth and tender. Xu Yizhou felt nauseated hearing those words applied to him.
“No, big brother, if you want money, I have it! Let me go and I’ll give you money!”
Kidnappings were usually about money, so Xu Yizhou blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Money?” The man chuckled as if he’d heard something amusing. “Little college boy, you probably don’t know yet—in the Eighteenth Layer of Sin, who here lacks something like money?”
As he spoke, the man pulled out a dagger. The light reflected off the blade, casting a cold gleam onto his silver mask. Xu Yizhou swallowed hard and struggled even more fiercely. So this was for real? No way—he was only twenty, just past the first two decades of his life. He hadn’t lived enough yet! There was still so much youth waiting for him!
He didn’t want to die!
“Then what do you want? I can give you anything. Let’s talk this through, big brother.”
Xu Yizhou figured buying time was better than getting stabbed outright. The man seemed pleased by Xu Yizhou’s compliance and laughed softly. He pressed the dagger’s blade against Xu Yizhou’s face, sliding it down to his jaw. If Xu Yizhou moved even slightly, the sharp blade would cut his skin.
“How about this? Be my m, and I’ll consider sparing your life.”
A lecherous smile spread across the man’s slightly chubby face as the tip of the dagger pressed against Xu Yizhou’s throat. Disgusted but desperate, Xu Yizhou agreed immediately.
“Okay, okay, let’s talk, let’s talk.”
Satisfied with his response, the man shifted the blade and cut the ropes binding Xu Yizhou’s feet.
“Kneel properly. From now on, I’m your master. You’ll address me as ‘Master,’ understood?”
The man yanked him up, forcing his knees to slam hard against the ground. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Xu Yizhou, bringing tears to his eyes. At least now his legs were free.
Frowning, Xu Yizhou agreed while eyeing the distance to the slightly ajar door.
Seizing the moment, he lunged up, shoved the man aside, and sprinted toward the door with all his strength. But his legs were in too much pain. Just outside the door, he stumbled and crashed heavily to the ground.
He’d barely taken a breath of fresh air before the man grabbed him by the hair, dragging and hauling him back inside. All Xu Yizhou felt was pain. The man slapped him without hesitation. The ringing in his ears echoed through his heart. It hurt terribly. The blow sent him sprawling to the floor.
“Damn bitch, acting all high and mighty when I gave you a chance!”
The man looked down at Xu Yizhou, crumpled on the ground, without a trace of pity.
“Since you’re so disobedient, let me teach you how to be a proper m.”
With that, the man casually picked up a whip from the table and swung it at Xu Yizhou without hesitation. It was a thin whip used for training experienced m’s, inherently painful, and the man had no control over his strength. Instantly, a bloody welt appeared on Xu Yizhou’s white T-shirt, the fabric fraying from the impact. Xu Yizhou cried out in pain, veins bulging on his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut, the side of his face swollen and flushed from the earlier slap. He was writhing in pain like a worm, but the man still seemed unsatisfied. Another lash came down.