[05-30] 【The Professional Ethics of a Dominator】Author: Lengxiao Duidaofeng

Synopsis:

Wei Jiu is a gangster. In his view, the world isn't black and white, only gray. Morality is secondary; profit is paramount.

Xie Wentian is a BDSM practitioner, a very underground profession, but he possesses a sunny heart because he believes his profession can bring joy to people.

Everyone can have their own principles. Wei Jiu prioritizes profit, while Xie Wentian prioritizes morality. In this tug-of-war, who will ultimately yield?

Main characters:
Xie Wentian, male, 29 years old, single; Occupation: Professional BDSM practitioner;
Wei Jiu, male, 33 years old, single father; Occupation: Half-legal, half-criminal boss;
Wei Xiaoxiao, male, 10 years old, single kid; Occupation: Elementary school student.

Who's more arrogant?

"Tell me, how much do you want?"
Wei Jiu sat across from Xie Wentian, legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gesturing with one hand and smoothing his neatly combed hair with the other.
Xie Wentian didn't answer him, but instead picked up the photo Wei Jiu had left on the coffee table and examined it closely.
The photo showed a handsome young man. Xie Wentian recognized him; his surname was Tang, and his given name was Ren. He was a well-known young entrepreneur in the East, wealthy, talented, and quite popular.
"What exactly do you want from me, Ninth Brother?" Xie Wentian put down Tang Ren's photo, clasped his hands on his knees, and was confused about Wei Jiu's intentions. He had just heard Wei Jiu say he wanted to train Tang Ren; could it be that Tang Ren had asked Wei Jiu to contact him? But as far as he knew, Wei Jiu was currently embroiled in a heated argument with Tang Ren over a bidding project. This seemed rather suspicious.
Wei Jiu raised an eyebrow, slammed his hand on the coffee table, and fiddled with Tang Ren's photo, glancing at Xie Wentian with a sidelong glance.
"Xie Wentian, I know you're a famous BDSM trainer. Everyone you've trained says you're amazing. What do I need you for? I need you to train that bastard Tang Ren into a dog slave! Understand? I'll pay whatever it takes. I'll get him for you, and you just need to turn him into a dog—the kind where I say one thing and he doesn't dare say another, I tell him to kneel and he doesn't dare stand up!"
"Sorry, I only serve clients with SM interests and who are willing to be trained. I don't accept commissions; the client must talk to me face-to-face."
Xie Wentian wasn't buying Wei Jiu's act. He calmly looked at Wei Jiu without even blinking.
"What, what? Who do you think you are? Talking to me like that? I'm doing you a favor by asking you to do something for me! After you train Tang Ren well and make him obedient to me, transfer all the money in his company to my name, and you'll get your share!"
"How did you come up with such an absurd idea?" Xie Wentian smiled and shook his head helplessly.
He'd seen plenty of madmen and heard plenty of their nonsense, but he'd never seen anyone as insane as Wei Jiu.
"What the hell do you mean?!"
Wei Jiu was notoriously short-tempered. Hearing the hidden meaning in Xie Wentian's words, he grabbed the gun from his waistband and pointed it at Xie Wentian's head.
"Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu, calm down, calm down!"
Wei Jiu's henchman, seeing the commotion, quickly tried to calm him down.
"What I mean is that I absolutely refuse to accept this kind of work that violates moral principles. I'm a dominatrix, but I'm also a human being first and foremost. I don't want to commit crimes, I don't want to go against my conscience. The customers who come here are looking for pleasure, and I'm only responsible for bringing them pleasure."
But Xie Wentian seemed determined to persist. He leaned back, crossed his arms, and stared at Wei Jiu with a smile.
Wei Jiu glared fiercely at Xie Wentian for a moment, then glanced back at his men, pointing the gun barrel at Xie Wentian. "He's sick. What kind of pleasure do sadists get? It's just torturing people, you pervert! What kind of pleasure is that? I spit on you!"
"Enjoying satisfaction and pleasure from pain, you don't understand, so shut up."
Xie Wentian hated being misunderstood and insulted in his profession. Although the gun barrel was pointed at his head, he displayed fearless courage, not taking Wei Jiu seriously at all.
"Pervert, I'll tell you you're a pervert, what can you do about it!" Wei Jiu frowned, his eyes widening instantly. Xie Wentian
chuckled softly, leaning forward and deliberately resting his head on the gun barrel.
His eyes usually held an unfathomable depth, and when that gaze slowly swept over Wei Jiu's arrogant face, even the seasoned Wei Jiu was somewhat surprised.
"Everyone has sadistic and masochistic desires to some extent, it's just that some are obvious and some are latent. Ninth Brother, I know you're gay. When you're gay, you don't think it's perverted because you like being gay. But in the eyes of normal people, being gay is also a kind of perversion. Now you think that we who do SM are perverted, but that's only because you don't like or accept this kind of play, just like those normal people don't understand or accept gay people. Put yourself in their shoes. What right do you have to completely deny something you don't understand? If we are perverted in your definition, then aren't you also perverted in other people's definitions?"
Wei Jiu was speechless after Xie Wentian's words. Looking at Xie Wentian's calm and somewhat frightening face, he finally put his gun away. He tossed Tang Ren's photo on the ground, tapped the coffee table, and laughed at Xie Wentian, "I didn't expect you to actually have some guts. I, Wei Jiu, have lived for over thirty years and have never seen anyone so arrogant in front of me."
"Not arrogant, just telling the truth. These days, many people can't stand the truth because what they do is considered dirty business, and they're afraid of being exposed. Don't you think so, Brother Jiu?"
From the moment Wei Jiu put down his gun, Xie Wentian had a vague feeling that this man was no ordinary character. He seemed fierce, but he wasn't simply brutal.
Sure enough, Wei Jiu didn't get angry after hearing Xie Wentian's later words; instead, he laughed heartily.
"I understand now why someone like Mr. Xie is called the number one dominator. You are indeed a person of character."
"You flatter me," Xie Wentian smiled faintly.
“Alright, since you really insist on not agreeing, I can't force you. But I've remembered what you said. It was that damn so-and-so who gave me this terrible idea to come to you! I'll confront Tang Ren head-on. I'm a man, and underhanded methods are never appropriate, right?”
Wei Jiu put away his gun, stood up straight in front of Xie Wentian, his eyes darting around as he looked at the fairly good-looking man in front of him. He grinned, leaned closer, and whispered, “I don't really understand this thing you're talking about—enjoying pleasure amidst pain—but it sounds interesting. So, how about a chance to give me some pleasure?”
“Five hundred yuan per hour starting price, service fee extra, provided you're willing.” Xie Wentian also stood up, serious and earnest.
"The price is quite high..." Wei Jiu glared at Xie Wentian defiantly, then pulled out his wallet with a smirk. "I don't really believe what you're saying. I'll try it today. How many minutes can I play for a thousand yuan?"
Xie Wentian glanced at the clock on the wall, which was pointing to three o'clock. He raised an eyebrow regretfully and said to Wei Jiu, "Sorry, Brother Jiu, my time today has already been booked by a customer. Let's do it another day."
Just as he finished speaking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a dignified middle-aged man entered. Wei Jiu was stunned. Wasn't this the police chief, Sun Tieshui?
"So many people, oh dear, why is President Wei here too..." Sun Tieshui was clearly startled by the large crowd.
"Ah... Director Sun, I came here to chat with Mr. Xie. If you need to talk to him, you can go ahead and do your thing. I'm leaving now, goodbye." Wei Jiu's face darkened as soon as he left. Luckily, he hadn't caused trouble at Xie Wentian's place. He hadn't expected this guy to be so powerful, even having connections with the police chief.

"What, did Wei Jiu cause you trouble?" Sun Tieshui glanced at Wei Jiu's nonchalant way of barging out the door and turned to ask.
Xie Wentian chuckled and gestured to the sofa. "Sit down. It's nothing. He wanted me to do something unethical, but I refused. You know, we people in this line of work are first and foremost human beings, law-abiding citizens, aren't we? Besides, my professional ethics wouldn't allow me to mess with people who don't like this kind of work."
"Xiao Xie, I admire your adherence to morality. You're a real man."
Sun Tieshui nodded, taking off his coat as he spoke. He lowered his voice, glanced at his watch, and a hint of wickedness suddenly appeared on his usually righteous face. "It's almost time. Let's begin. I have a meeting in the city at five o'clock; I need to hurry."
"Haha, you really are..."
Xie Wentian laughed, stood up, and opened the back door. He stood at the doorway, making an inviting gesture. The room was gloomy and dimly lit.

Desire

is always hidden deep within a person's heart. Some people live their whole lives for their desires, while others die without ever understanding what their desires truly are.
The room was dark, needing little light, like the unspeakable secrets and desires hidden in people's hearts.
Xie Wentian held a whip in one hand and kissed his lips with the other, his handsome face appearing cold and indifferent.
Sun Tieshui, drenched in sweat, writhed and groaned at his feet, each groan accompanied by insatiable desire.
"It's 4:30, you have to go."
Xie Wentian put the whip aside, squatted down, and untied the cotton rope binding Sun Tieshui's hands.
Sun Tieshui shook his hands, lay back on the ground, still savoring the exhilarating whipping he had just received. He touched the black cloth covering his eyes, seemingly unwilling to remove it, as if removing it would melt away the pleasure still lingering in his body and mind.
Each whip would suddenly fall, striking his body, the perfect balance of pain and fear making his heart tremble and shake again and again.
The feeling was like being on a cloud, being chased by something, and yet, what was he chasing?
Xie Wentian ignored him, knowing that after such an excessive outburst, one's mind wouldn't immediately return to that pleasurable illusion. He walked aside, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, took a few gulps, and wiped his sweat with a tissue.
"Hey, Brother Sun, it's 4:35." Xie Wentian glanced at his watch again.
"Hmm... let's go." Sun Tieshui groaned as he sat up from the carpet, pulling off his blindfold, his usually composed face revealing a hint of post-coital exhaustion.
"That was great, I almost came."
Sun Tieshui put on his clothes, retied his tie, and smiled at Xie Wentian, praising his technique.
Xie Wentian smiled casually, walked over, and gave him a hug.

"Hey, interesting."
Wei Jiu tilted his head, unable to resist touching his neatly combed hair again. He was a respected figure in this area, and very few dared to say no to his Ninth Brother. He used to think that someone like Xie Wentian, who "did shady things," would be more afraid of him, but he never expected that this guy would actually be so serious about what he said and did.
Look at that mouth, it's so flowery, describing SM so beautifully… bringing joy to people?
Is it really that joyful?
Wei Jiu stood at the entrance of Taiyang Elementary School, squinting in the setting sun. He turned slightly, and a group of elementary school students, some with their backpacks on their heads, some swinging them in their hands, filed out. The boy with the buzz cut at the front rushed over.
"Dad!" the boy shouted as he ran, bumping into Wei Jiu.
"Son!" Wei Jiu laughed and picked up his son, Wei Xiaoxiao, in his arms.
Since his divorce eight years ago, he and this son had been each other's only support. Wei Jiu, a grown man, had been thoroughly tormented by this little brat these past few years. He was in his prime, how could he go three days without doing it, but the kid was at home. Wei Jiu was always worried about leaving his son home alone, so he would bring someone home at night. But fearing his son would find out, he could only make love in the middle of the night. Often, they would fall asleep before even starting, his pent-up desire burning, leaving him restless and unable to control himself.
Eventually, Wei Jiu stopped bringing people home and simply masturbated under the covers.
To be honest, he was really fed up with his hands these past few years; the feeling of being under the covers was too lonely. Bed sheets are better when two people are rolling around. Maybe when his son is older and lives at school, he can find a regular partner and say goodbye to these hands.

Today is Wei Xiaoxiao's tenth birthday, and Wei Jiu came to pick him up for the celebration. He had already bought a present, which was in the car—the latest Transformers toy.
Wei Xiaoxiao was initially excited with the Transformers, but after fiddling with it for a while, he became a little listless.
Wei Jiu drove intently, his mind drifting back to his meeting with Xie Wentian earlier that day. He was determined to find an opportunity to test this seemingly upright but actually formidable dominatrix.
"Dad..." Wei Xiaoxiao put down the car and tugged at Wei Jiu's sleeve.
Wei Jiu glanced at him quickly, then continued looking at the road. "What is it?"
"When are you going to find me a mom?"
The child's voice sounded pitiful, and Wei Jiu swallowed hard, his lips twitching involuntarily.
Where am I supposed to find you a mom? If I liked women, your mom wouldn't have run away after seeing me sleep with a man... Finding you a dad would be more appropriate.
But the child was still young; these were things he absolutely couldn't say now.
Wei Jiu laughed several times, blinking awkwardly like a clumsy actor in a TV drama.
"What, isn't having a dad enough?"
Wei Xiaoxiao lowered his head, looking aggrieved, fiddling with his Transformer toy, and muttered, "Without a mom, everyone says I'm from a single-parent family."
"Hey, what single-parent family! That's called a single-parent family."
Wei Jiu turned the steering wheel, his brows furrowed. He knew his son was older now, and his pride was stronger.
"Anyway, a stepmother is fine too, go find one."
"Find one just like that? Someone has to want your dad." Wei Jiu felt a pang of bitterness watching his son talk about finding a mom as easily as ordering eggplant salad. If he could find one, he would have done it long ago. But not only could he not find a woman, he couldn't even keep the man he was most comfortable with. It wasn't that he wasn't charming enough, it's just that at this age, who still believes in love?
Wei Jiuteng patted Wei Xiaoxiao's head apologetically, coaxing him, "Dad will try his best."

Xie Wentian left his workplace at nine o'clock in the evening. He had just served another customer and wouldn't be busy for another three days.
He hadn't eaten yet, so he wandered into the street to grab some snacks; he liked them anyway.
Grilled octopus had become popular everywhere, and the aroma alone was enough to make anyone's mouth water.
Xie Wentian spotted a less crowded stall and quickly made his way there.
"Boss, ten skewers of octopus, no octopus heads!"
He squeezed through the crowd, flustered and afraid someone would snatch the fattest octopus skewers.
Just then, Xie Wentian heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Grill some octopus skewers, the big ones, please."
He turned around and bumped into Wei Jiu's anxious and disheveled face. He didn't know what he was so anxious about; it was just a few octopus skewers.
"Yo, Brother Jiu," Xie Wentian greeted him politely.
To comfort Wei Xiaoxiao's wounded little heart, Wei Jiu took him to several places in four hours: a department store to buy clothes and toys, then to KFC for dinner, and then to an amusement park. After forcing himself to ride the pirate ship and roller coaster, Wei Jiu almost vomited his lungs, while Wei Xiaoxiao was overjoyed and insisted on riding them again.
"This won't do!" Wei Jiu quickly put on a grimace, saying it was getting late and they should go home. He grabbed the child and fled. Just then, he saw a stall selling grilled octopus on the street, and Wei Xiaoxiao was clamoring for some, so he had no choice but to squeeze into the crowd to grab some.
"Ah, ah...you..."
Wei Jiu grimaced and gave a dry laugh, having just run into Xie Wentian.
Xie Wentian looked down and saw the little boy Wei Jiu was holding tightly. He had big eyes and a straight nose; it was clearly Wei Jiu's son.
"What, bringing your son out to play?" Xie Wentian liked children and couldn't help but reach out and pat the child's head.
"Mmm-hmm." Wei Jiu quickly nodded, his eyes darting away from Xie Wentian.
"Excuse me, we're out of seasoning. These are the last ten skewers that the gentleman ordered earlier?" The uncle, smelling strongly of grilled octopus, handed ten greasy skewers to Xie Wentian. Xie Wentian took the skewers and handed five to the child Wei Jiu was holding. "Here, it's Uncle's treat."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Wei Xiaoxiao was a little shy at first, but then accepted the five skewers of octopus without hesitation and started eating before his father could say anything.
Xie Wentian affectionately stroked Wei Xiaoxiao's short hair, then looked up at Wei Jiu, whose expression was a little stiff, and smiled. "The child is very sensible."
"Hehe, all children are like this, delicious. I'll be going now, goodbye, Mr. Xie."
Wei Jiu also smiled politely, his demeanor completely different from his daytime appearance. He looked down at his son, who was eating heartily, took his hand, and headed towards the parking lot.
Perhaps it was because the night was too dark, but as Xie Wentian watched Wei Jiu's back, he suddenly felt that the other man was very lonely.

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