"Shen Linxian, do you even know how nauseating it is just to look at your face?"
"Xiao Zhou, always so stubborn," Shen Linxian sighed, a mock disappointment in his tone. His gaze, however, was anything but casual — it burned with a hunger that threatened to tear Yan Zhou apart and devour him whole.
"I don't like little liars. You say no with your mouth, but your body... your body is far more honest."
He spoke with a possessive, greedy indulgence.
"If only Xiao Zhou could say sweeter things. You probably don’t know, do you? Every day, I fantasize about pinning you down just like this — making you cry and beg with those pretty eyes, until you can’t do anything but plead for mercy."
The more he said, the more violently Yan Zhou’s disgust and fear twisted inside him.
Yes — he was afraid.
You couldn't use logic to predict a pervert’s next move. And right now, trapped like this, there was no telling what kind of twisted thing Shen Linxian might do next.
"Fuck your mother!"
Shen Linxian's expression cooled.
"Looks like I really do need to shut that mouth of yours."
Without warning, he yanked Yan Zhou's T-shirt up and stuffed it roughly into his mouth.
“Mmfh!”
The sudden exposure sent a chill across his bare chest, and the cloth gag made Yan Zhou scowl and gag until he spat it out.
Before he could protest again, Shen Linxian calmly pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.
"If you don't behave, I'll make these public. And you know better than anyone what I’m capable of."
"Go ahead, publish it if you have the guts! I’m a man — what the fuck do I have to be afraid of?!"
Yan Zhou barked the words defiantly, but the flicker in his eyes betrayed him.
"Shen Linxian, I swear, even if you ruin me, I’ll never agree to sleep with you."
"That’s not your decision to make," Shen Linxian murmured.
Yan Zhou could only watch helplessly as the cloth was shoved deeper into his mouth this time.
And what followed... left him too overwhelmed to even spit it out.
Tears welled in the corners of his eyes — burning, humiliating.
But he couldn't even cry out properly.
The man pressing down on him was the same lunatic who had stalked him for the past two weeks. Yan Zhou had thought he had the upper hand — and yet here he was, completely defeated.
When the morning sun finally rose the next day, it brought a rare clear sky.
Yan Zhou woke on a pristine white bed, aching so badly he could barely lift his eyelids.
“Mmmn..."
He made a small, broken sound, rubbing his lips against the back of his hand like a stray cat, then forced his swollen eyes open.
The first thing he saw was Shen Linxian’s face — disgustingly handsome, infuriatingly serene.
Sunlight spilled across Shen Linxian’s face through the window.
He slept peacefully, a slight smile playing at his lips — a stark contrast to Yan Zhou’s miserable state.
The bed was spotless. He must have blacked out at some point, and Shen Linxian had cleaned everything up.
Yan Zhou ground his teeth in fury.
He wanted to slap that smug face awake — but waking the beast was likely to backfire spectacularly.
Slowly, carefully, he sat up.
Even the gentle pressure of sitting on the mattress made him wince in pain.
He felt sore, yes — but there was no deeper pain, no foreign feeling inside. Shen Linxian must have... cleaned him thoroughly after everything.
He grimaced in shame and fury.
Only then did he realize he was completely naked.
Bright red marks encircled both his wrists — telltale bruises from struggling against handcuffs.
Fucking pervert.
Thinking you could bully me just because you’re stronger?
Now that I've seen your real face, let’s see how you threaten me again.
The police hadn’t managed to catch him before — but after this, they sure as hell would.
Still...
Simply handing him over to the authorities felt too easy.
Too merciful.
Seething, Yan Zhou rubbed at his sore wrists and spotted something gleaming by the bedside — the same handcuffs that had bound him yesterday.
An idea flashed in his mind.
Ignoring the pain, he snatched them up, moved in a swift, practiced motion, and flipped himself over Shen Linxian, straddling him.
In a blink, he grabbed Shen Linxian’s hands and snapped the cuffs shut around his wrists.
Shen Linxian’s eyes fluttered open — but instead of surprise, there was only lazy amusement.
"So eager to switch positions, Xiao Zhou?" he chuckled, smirking. "Pity... with a thing that small, you’re better off staying underneath."
As he spoke, his gaze slid meaningfully downward.
Only then did Yan Zhou realize he was still completely naked.
His face flushed hot with rage and humiliation.
"Fucking pervert!"
He punched Shen Linxian across the face, furious.
"Yours is the one that's tiny, asshole!"
"Heh, didn’t you already get a very intimate experience of my size last night?" Shen Linxian said shamelessly.
The memory hit Yan Zhou like a slap, and he instantly bristled.
"I swear to God, this isn't over!"
"Good," Shen Linxian said lightly. "I never intended to let you go anyway."
He leaned back casually, the handcuffs doing little to hinder him. A wicked smile played at his lips.
"Or have you forgotten, Xiao Zhou? You lost our little bet. From the very moment you started reacting to me last night, you officially became my boyfriend. Thinking of backing out now?"
Yan Zhou’s eyelids twitched violently.
Furious, he punched Shen Linxian again, then scrambled off the bed to find his clothes.
Unfortunately, his aching body gave out beneath him.
With a loud thud, Yan Zhou collapsed onto the floor.
Burning with shame, he struggled to his feet and shot a vicious glare at Shen Linxian, who merely watched the scene unfold, still smiling as if thoroughly entertained.
Ignoring him, Yan Zhou stumbled to the wardrobe, yanked it open, and grabbed the first casual-looking outfit he could find — he didn't care if it fit or not.
"You’re picking something too thin," Shen Linxian called after him, voice annoyingly gentle. "It’s cold outside. You should wear something warmer."
"Mind your own damn business, you perverted freak!"
Yan Zhou barked, pulling on the clothes despite the pain searing through his body.
He hobbled around the room, hunting down his phone.
When he finally found it, he immediately opened the camera and snapped a dozen photos of Shen Linxian — still handcuffed, still half-reclining on the bed with that maddeningly serene smile.
"Taking pictures so you can admire me when you miss me?" Shen Linxian teased, tilting his head. "Want me to pose a few more ways for you?"
He looked completely relaxed under the camera's gaze — like some kind of exhibitionist.
That warm, gentle smile never left his face, seeming cleaner and brighter than the morning sun itself.
But no matter how bright the sun, autumn’s chill was always lurking underneath.
"Dream on!" Yan Zhou spat.
"You think you’ve got dirt on me? Well guess what — I’ve got plenty on you too!
If you dare release my photos, don’t expect to live in peace. I’ll burn us both down if I have to!"
With a final furious declaration, Yan Zhou clutched his sore backside and limped toward the door.
Behind him, Shen Linxian just kept smiling, looking for all the world like a kind, decent man —
If Yan Zhou hadn’t already learned exactly how twisted and monstrous he really was, that face might've fooled even him.
As Yan Zhou reached the door, Shen Linxian called after him, half-laughing:
"Don’t forget our bet!"
Yan Zhou’s legs buckled violently, and he stumbled again — barely managing to catch himself against the doorframe.
Trembling with rage, he gritted his teeth so hard they ached, and hissed without looking back:
"Bet your fucking mother. I never agreed to anything, you freak!"
But speaking of the bet...
That story actually began half a month ago.
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