WCHM Chapter 46

T.N. Disclaimer- this chapter contains themes of BDSM such as confinement, bondage, consensual non-consent (I put it as “consensual” because Lu Chi truly doesn’t mind, but depending on how you look at it, it could very much be noncon), and a looot of things that are bad for your blood pressure. Proceed with caution.

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When Gu Yanyan and Liang Zhiyu led the police into the villa, it was already the afternoon of the third day.

 

City A was still shrouded in the damp, gloomy rainy season. The villa stood alone within its private grounds; from the foyer, one could see the dense curtain of rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside, the cold furnishings were laid bare at a glance, gray-toned, just like the sky beyond the windows, carrying a hazy, oppressive gloom.

 

The police closed their umbrellas and stepped inside, lifting their heads only to meet a pair of pitch-black, somber eyes.

 

Liang Jiashu sat at the balcony table, idly turning a phone in his left hand. Beneath his black hair, his handsome brows and eyes lifted toward them as he spoke indifferently, “Everyone, what brings you here?”

 

There were no servants in the villa. It seemed he was the only one living there.

 

Before the police could speak, Gu Yanyan had already stepped forward. His rain-soaked hair clung to his forehead as he issued a cold warning: “Liang Jiashu, hand Brother Chi over!”

 

Behind the youth, Liang Zhiyu swept his gaze around the room and spoke with the same cold expression. “Cousin, we’ve already checked the surveillance. That day, after you carried Teacher Lu into the car, you drove straight here. You never came out again.”

 

“After that, for a full three days, we’ve been unable to contact Teacher Lu.”

 

“Liang Jiashu, this is a crime. This is illegal detention.”

 

Silence filled the air.

 

The accused young man lowered his eyes faintly, staring at his phone screen with detached indifference, completely ignoring them from a position of lofty disdain.

 

The police held back the two agitated youths and stepped forward, presenting their credentials.

 

“Mr. Liang, due to a real-name report filed by these two individuals, as well as 327 anonymous reports accusing you of illegally detaining another person, we need to immediately search your villa…”

 

Before he could finish, Liang Jiashu lifted his gaze and gestured expressionlessly.

 

“Please. Go ahead.”

 

“……”

 

He was far too composed. Gu Yanyan and Liang Zhiyu exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

 

As expected.

 

Several officers began searching the four-story villa. Yet an hour later, they found nothing. Though the place was large, the décor was cold, less like a modern person’s residence and more like a gloomy dwelling inhabited by a water ghost that had died long ago.

 

It made one’s spine go cold.

 

Gu Yanyan and Liang Zhiyu were sweating with anxiety, insisting the police search again, following them up and down the stairs. Footsteps filled the living room as rain pattered against the windows, cold and damp.

 

Liang Jiashu lowered his gaze, still staring at his phone screen.

 

Not far away, Gu Yanyan crouched down, kneeling near the kitchen island and suspiciously feeling around for hidden mechanisms. What he didn’t know was that just a few steps behind him, separated by a single wall, inside a concealed interlayer…

 

A blindfolded man, his entire body bound in chains and his mouth gagged, was forced to arch his head back, strapped to an iron frame, unable to make a sound.

 

The school uniform he wore was very tight. The top had a big cutout at his collarbones, and the shorts cut into his thighs. The soft fabric clung tightly to his body, but the zipper had long been ripped apart, showing everything that needed to be seen without any scruples. He was forced to raise his head, as his wrists were fixed above in a crossed posture, his knees opened and kneeling on the soft carpet, his ankles wrapped in chains. Staying like that, strapped to an iron frame, he was like a meek lamb offering sacrifice.

 

And if that wasn’t enough, a faceless sex doll was shaking on his hips.

 

The doll was made in proportion. Despite lacking any facial features, it was wearing Liang Jiashu’s clothes, exuding the familiar smell of chemical reagents. However, it was like a huge face-holding spider, with artificially warm limbs hanging over the man at a strange and distorted angle, wrapping him in all directions, and not allowing him to escape at all.

 

It was the position they liked to use.

 

The set body temperature was also the kind that Lu Chi liked.

 

So even if Liang Jiashu was temporarily away at the moment, Lu Chi’s breathing, mouth, chest, and body were still forced to feel Liang Jiashu.

 

In the surveillance feed, the tall, long-limbed man was unable to struggle, cry out, or refuse. He could only endure wave after wave of frequencies controlled by Liang Jiashu.

 

Liang Jiashu’s pupils contracted. He unconsciously shifted his legs, suppressing the body’s excitement stirred by that thought.

 

Gu Yanyan was still searching desperately, completely unaware that the Lu Chi he longed for, the one who always seemed so composed, had already been locked up just behind him, stripped of his sight and brutally toyed with for a full three days.

 

Toyed with until he was nearly broken.

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The air circulated slowly.

 

He lightened his breathing and swallowed with difficulty. Yet because a mouth gag was stuffed inside, warm saliva immediately dripped down, soaking his skin.

 

…From now on, he would never mock the system for drooling because of senility again.

 

Lu Chi swore silently to himself.

 

The small room was equipped with a night light. Under the dim yellow light, the man’s white neck was wrapped in a cold iron choker, its buckle just covering his Adam’s apple. His chest was pinched with two silver butterfly clamps, connected to a long, pink wire. Press the switch, and the place will become slightly numb. However, he wore the clamps for too long, and there were also countless messy teeth marks around it, so his chest was already swollen and covered in broken skin.

 

Lu Chi slowly let out a breath. After a moment, in the darkness, he faintly heard Gu Yanyan’s voice.

 

…It seemed like arguing? Questioning?

 

He tried his best to ignore the vibrating doll on his legs and adjusted his breathing to listen. However, the room was narrow and cramped, its walls specially treated to prevent his desperate moans from spreading out.

 

With effort, Lu Chi finally heard Gu Yanyan’s sharp, furious voice clearly, shouting, “Liang Jiashu, where exactly have you locked Brother Chi up?!”

 

“This is a crime! Lu Chi is a person, someone who breathes, someone with his own freedom! He’s not a doll for you to show off your control!”

 

“Liang Jiashu, you…!”

 

Lu Chi laughed softly, surprisingly still having the leisure to think that the Protagonist Shou’s presence was really overwhelming right now.

 

But the next second, the man’s muscles suddenly tensed, and he let out a muffled groan.

 

Zzzzt.

 

The clamps on his chest were remotely activated by someone with an expressionless face, suddenly bringing a violent and urgent current. Too many fatal spots were being prodded over and over again. Lu Chi was like a doll that couldn’t make a sound, only able to bite down on the gag in his mouth. Saliva slid once more from the corner of his lips, dripping down and wetting his neck in a complete mess.

 

He had never been this wretched before.

 

Inside the living room, Liang Jiashu stared at his phone covered with a privacy film. The moment he saw the man’s involuntary tears seep out and soak the blindfold, his throat rolled, and his finger abruptly dimmed the screen.

 

…The image was already lewd enough.

 

If it got any more intense, Liang Jiashu wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reacting.

 

Outside the window, the air was damp and cold, rain falling in a steady patter.

 

The tall young man stared at his phone, distracted the entire time, seeming not even willing to spare a glance for the people in front of him. Gu Yanyan was furious, turning around and shoving Liang Zhiyu hard, his voice icy with rage.

 

“Are you mute? Can’t you talk?!”

 

The police were still searching the villa. Thinking of Lu Chi’s face, Liang Zhiyu clenched his fist and stepped forward, warning Liang Jiashu: “Cousin, does President Liang know you’re illegally detaining someone in private?”

 

He deliberately brought up Liang Mingzhu, trying to snap this lawless, high-and-mighty cousin back to his senses.

 

But as soon as the words fell, Liang Jiashu saw, on the surveillance feed, as Lu Chi, dazed and unfocused, suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if Liang Zhiyu had struck a sore spot. His lips curved slightly, very lightly.

 

…So you really want to leave me that badly? Just hearing another man’s voice makes you this happy?

 

Liang Jiashu had thought his heart was already numb, yet at this moment, he realized it could still hurt, hurt so badly he wanted to kill someone.

 

Warm air poured from the central air conditioning overhead.

 

He closed his eyes briefly, then slowly stood up, looking down at the many police officers behind him. His handsome features were twisted with cold gloom, chilling to the bone.

 

“Are you done searching?”

 

The officers paused, awkwardly wiping sweat from their brows. For over three full hours, they had searched everywhere, but there truly was nothing out of place.

 

If they didn’t leave now, it would really be hard to justify staying. But Gu Yanyan refused to go. The youth was emotionally agitated, screaming for them to tear the villa apart and find the hidden Lu Chi.

 

“Liang Jiashu, you lunatic! Lunatic!”

 

Liang Zhiyu also glared viciously at Liang Jiashu. Even as black-clad bodyguards pushed him outside, he still roared unwillingly: “Liang Jiashu, Teacher Lu is not your possession!”

 

“You don’t truly love him at all, you selfish freak! Monster!”

 

Bang!

 

The front door slammed shut.

 

Liang Jiashu stood where he was, saying nothing more. After a long while, he walked expressionlessly to the hidden interlayer.

 

Click. He pressed the switch, and the wooden rail slid for three long seconds. The next instant, the man shown in the surveillance, knees spread wide and kneeling on the carpet, appeared directly before Liang Jiashu.

 

Because he had simultaneously turned the clamp current and the doll’s vibration up one more level, Lu Chi’s breathing was already uneven, his entire body tensed into beautiful, sensual arcs. Beneath the blindfold, his nose bridge was tall and sharp; his parted lips were crimson, saliva dripping down continuously.

 

Liang Jiashu quietly admired the sight for a few seconds.

 

Then he knelt down, yanked the faceless doll away, and stuffed Lu Chi into his own mouth, swallowing him to just below his Adam’s apple, several finger-widths down.

 

Gulp.

Swallowing sounds soon echoed through the silent living room.

 

The lingering aftereffects slowly dissipated amid the sound of falling rain.

 

Lu Chi let out a breath, feeling an eerie, warm licking sensation against his skin. He knew Liang Jiashu was in the middle of losing his mind and wouldn’t easily allow him to speak. Sure enough, the young man soon expressionlessly unlocked the chains, secured his limbs again, carefully loosened the clamp, and lowered his head to gently kiss the broken skin on his chest for a while.

 

Then he carried Lu Chi into the deeper laboratory and placed him on the soft carpet. After rinsing his mouth, he came back, knelt down again, and began licking his forcibly parted lips, sucking on the tip of his exposed tongue.

 

Lu Chi, dressed in his barely there, tight, and ultra-short school uniform, let him do as he pleased.

 

Liang Jiashu’s voice was hoarse with desire, yet he didn’t vent it, only asking casually: “Was it exciting just now? Did it feel good, Xiao Chi?”

 

Lu Chi bit the gag in his mouth, blindfolded, peacefully playing the role of a doll that couldn’t speak. But his quiet, unmoving appearance seemed to make Liang Jiashu misunderstand something.

 

The other man suddenly hugged him extremely tightly. After a long moment, his tone abruptly turned cold and gloomy, hiding a numb pain deeper than the rain outside.

 

“I won’t let you go unless I die.”

 

Liang Jiashu ground his teeth as he declared:

 

“Lu Chi. Unless I die.”

 

The phone vibrated, and Liang Jiashu expressionlessly rejected his mother’s call. A moment later, like a moody madman, he suddenly became cheerful, grabbing Lu Chi’s hand and pulling him to his feet, coaxing him forward: “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’m holding you, I won’t let you fall.”

 

His voice was excited, as if seeing the usually powerful, composed, effortlessly free Lu Chi so helpless, so dependent on him, made him especially happy.

 

Lu Chi felt like he was cosplaying a blind monk, calmly walking forward, without any of the “helplessness” filter Liang Jiashu imagined. When he reached a spot, Liang Jiashu suddenly gripped his wrist tightly and said, “Good. Stop here.”

 

Lu Chi stopped. After a moment, with great dignity, he pointed at his own legs.

 

Liang Jiashu froze. After a long pause, he asked tentatively: “You’re tired… You want to sit down… is that it?”

 

Lu Chi nodded with dignified restraint, extending a hand toward him like an empress dowager. Under the lights, the blindfolded man, soaked all over, reached out with soft fingertips.

 

His fine black hair was drenched with sweat, clinging to the bridge of his tall nose. His body was smeared with disordered fluids, indistinct moisture, bluish-purple kiss marks… yet he still stood there, skin luminous as snow, calmly issuing commands as if it were only natural.

 

Liang Jiashu fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. He took Lu Chi’s hand and said softly, “Alright. I’ll help you go rest.”

 

Lu Chi nodded, just about to gesture for him to pour him a glass of water, when Liang Jiashu suddenly scooped him up and walked forward a few steps. Immediately after, a familiar, subtle, and strangely warming sensation enveloped Lu Chi. He felt himself forcibly pressed down by Liang Jiashu, his hands bound behind his back, unable to struggle, sinking heavily forward onto something.

 

His head collided with it without warning, and Lu Chi let out a rare, muffled gasp. Several seconds later, he realized what was beneath him.

 

…Silicone.

 

Another faceless, life-sized doll wearing Liang Jiashu’s clothes. Only this time, it could no longer really be called a doll, as it was more like a soft wooden horse riddled with holes.

 

Liang Jiashu seemed intent on letting Lu Chi experience the full extent of his research. With extreme precision, he placed him onto the wooden horse, hand touching one of the holes. After a moment, he lowered his head to lick Lu Chi’s earlobe and said hoarsely: “This one warms up to thirty-nine degrees. It will contract on its own.”

 

The doll barely counted as humanoid, kneeling prone on the floor, dressed in one of Liang Jiashu’s shirts.

 

“This one goes to forty-two degrees. It massages back and forth… Hm? Your heart rate sped up when you checked it… so Xiao Chi likes it hotter.”

 

With that, Liang Jiashu kicked the doll aside, grabbing Lu Chi’s overheated fingertips and forcing him to hold hands, rasping: “All of the dolls are made to scale, except for a few things.”

 

“They’re all shorter than me.”

 

“They’re all shallower than me.”

 

“And none of them will love you.”

 

“Xiao Chi, you have to remember, I’m the best.”

 

Lu Chi’s hands were still bound behind his back. Liang Jiashu’s neurotic behavior made his breathing surge violently, saliva still spilling uncontrollably. Unable to speak, he could only listen as Liang Jiashu murmured into his ear:

 

“I’m the best…”

 

“Baby, didn’t you say you need lots and lots of love?”

 

“Look. I can give you lots and lots, so much love.”

 

The words fell.

 

The next second, the blindfold was abruptly ripped away, and light flooded in. After a brief, intense blur, Lu Chi’s eyes quickly focused on the scene before him.

 

A vast laboratory.

 

Countless faceless dolls, grotesque, mass-produced, and featureless, surrounded Lu Chi in a dense encirclement. They were all dressed in Liang Jiashu’s clothes, exposing shameless devices aimed directly at Lu Chi. Their heads were twisted toward him at eerie angles, blank faces smooth and empty.

 

And the real Liang Jiashu stood before Lu Chi, eyes bright with excitement, shining unnaturally.

 

He said, “Baby, do you like it?”

 

See? This is what you wanted.

 

So much. So, so much.

 

Love.

 

…Fucking madman.

 

Lu Chi looked at Liang Jiashu. After a moment, the beautiful man’s face remained expressionless as he calmly sucked in the saliva he couldn’t stop from spilling.

 

Bro. There’s a gag in my mouth.

 

I can’t fucking answer!

 

Liang Jiashu: “……”

 

The young man met his eyes and slowly reached out, about to remove the gag from Lu Chi’s mouth. But he suddenly froze, then pressed hard against Lu Chi’s crimson lips, his voice calm yet hoarse: “No. You’re not allowed to talk.”

 

The moment he heard Lu Chi’s voice, the moment he was bewitched by Lu Chi’s gaze… Liang Jiashu would be unable to be ruthless, unable to lock him inside the villa, unable to keep him by his side.

 

He feared that possibility. Feared Lu Chi would gain his freedom and fly away.

 

So he pulled Lu Chi tightly into his arms and kissed him hard. Fragmented, wet kisses fell as Lu Chi’s breathing grew uneven, and he heard Liang Jiashu apologizing over and over.

 

“I’m sorry, Xiao Chi. You can only be mine…”

 

The long-pile carpet trembled faintly. Lu Chi lay on the floor, the corners of his eyes flushed red, his hand touching something eerily warm. Liang Jiashu was still adjusting the dolls, trying one, switching to another.

 

Meanwhile, he himself knelt before Lu Chi with bloodshot eyes, like a lunatic, watching while satisfying himself.

 

“If I turn the temperature up, Xiao Chi’s waist trembles.”

 

“Xiao Chi’s tongue is so red. I really want to kiss it.”

 

“Baby, does it feel good?”

 

The remote was in his other free hand.

 

Different settings. Different temperatures. Different functions.

 

So Lu Chi tilted his head back, breathing hard, thinking…

 

This Gong No.1 really knows how to play, ah!

 

He had forced that naturally indifferent, cold, rigid man into a moody, muttering, pathological madman.

 

Very.

 

Fucking.

 

Satisfying!

 

At the instant the doll began to tremble, Liang Jiashu tore it away and sat down himself. Feeling Lu Chi’s familiar, slightly cool breath rush in, he finally lost control, spasming as he undid the mouth gag, lowering his head to kiss Lu Chi fiercely.

 

Tongues entwined and breaths exchanged, until a crisp slap suddenly rang through the air.

 

Lu Chi seemed to finally lose patience with continuing the forced performance. At some point, he had broken free of his restraints, slapped Liang Jiashu hard across the face, then reached out and grabbed his head, pulling him into a brutal kiss.

 

Liang Jiashu’s breathing turned heavy from the blow, pleasure surging to its peak. As he held Lu Chi and kissed him, he suddenly heard him speak, his voice sexy and hoarse from not having spoken in so long.

 

“Liang Jiashu.”

 

The young man froze.

 

Lu Chi lifted his gaze. After a moment, breathing unevenly, he kissed him lightly and said, “Jiashu, you can’t keep me locked up.”

 

After all, the plan for leaving this world had finished loading ahead of schedule.

 

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