[The Perverted Student Council President] Author: annom

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The Perverted Student Council
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(1)
...Green Shade Academy... The bell for Class 3 of Grade 1 had already rung, and the classroom was quiet.
After a while, the teacher slowly walked over: "Classmates, today I'd like to introduce a new student to you."
He pointed to the boy behind him.
The boy, who had been looking down, raised his head and slowly scanned the classroom. He had a
waterfall of long hair, and his eyes were captivating and charming. His simple sportswear perfectly accentuated
his tall and muscular figure. His handsome face was expressionless until his eyes met another pair of eyes.
Once his gaze fell on them, he didn't look away, focusing intently on the owner of those eyes,
not even hearing what the teacher was nagging beside him.
"This student just transferred here. His name is Mo Feili. From now on, you'll be friends. Mo,
please introduce yourself." The teacher, oblivious to Mo Feili's change, continued speaking.
Mo Feili remained standing there silently. The teacher felt a little awkward, and a gentle voice rang
out just in time: "It seems Mo is a little shy. I'll let him off the hook. Let him sit with me."
"Alright." The teacher breathed a sigh of relief: "Mo, you can sit next to Leng."
Mo Feili, still silent, walked over and sat down next to the person who had spoken earlier.
"Alright, let's begin class," the teacher said.
Mo Feili ignored what the teacher was saying on the podium, focusing intently on
the boy beside him. The boy, feeling his intense gaze, turned his head and gave him a fierce look.
Mo Feili jolted, quickly averting his gaze and lowering his head.
Finally, class ended, and a group of curious classmates immediately surrounded Mo Feili. He
glanced at the boy next to him in a bit of panic, unsure how to deal with such a crowd.
"Your name is Mo Feili," the boy asked with great interest.
"Yes," Mo Feili finally spoke.
All the classmates looked at them in surprise: "Ruo Lei, I didn't expect you to be the most charming. Even such a
cold person can't resist you."
Leng Ruo Lei smiled: "There's nothing I can do. Who can blame me for having irresistible charm?" He turned to Mo Feili:
"Little Li'er, don't you think so?"
Mo Feili nodded. In his eyes, whatever Leng Ruo Lei said was always right.
Looking at the docile Mo Feili, Leng Ruo Lei smiled faintly. Mo Feili, truly, can only be "unique." He wondered
what method he had used to train such a person.
At noon, Leng Ruo Lei returned to the dormitory and looked at Mo Feili, who followed him in.
Seeing that no one was around, Mo Feili immediately knelt down: "This subordinate greets Young Master Lei."
Leng Ruolei nodded: "Did Ying send you?"
"This subordinate doesn't know."
"Don't know." Leng Ruolei raised an eyebrow: "What happened?"
"I've only heard Young Master Lei's voice, I can't recognize Ying's voice." Mo Feili said calmly.
Leng Ruolei raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Is that so? I'm hungry."
Mo Feili immediately got up and went into the small kitchen attached to the dormitory, and soon brought out several steaming dishes
.
"Quick enough, and the cooking skills are not bad." Leng Ruolei nodded: "I just don't know
how you've practiced in other areas."
"Please give your instructions, Young Master Lei." Mo Feili remained kneeling on the ground.
Leng Ruolei frowned slightly: "Get up, what will people think if they see this?"
"Yes."
"I have to go out first, you won't follow me." Leng Ruolei instructed. Saying that, he went out by himself.
"Ruo Lei, it's you." Fan Zijie looked at him with some surprise: "Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing." He leaned forward and kissed his lips.
Fan Zijie was kissed before he could refuse and made a sound. Ruo Lei suddenly threw him onto the bed next to him and
covered him: "Zijie, don't make a sound, be good. Or you can be like the day we first met, I
won't object."
Fan Zijie's heart sank as he recalled the day they first met.
It was a hot summer afternoon.
(2)
Fan Zijie's heart sank as he recalled the day they first met.
It was a hot summer afternoon.
He avoided the crowd and went to the student council office to take a nap.
What was bothering him? Fan Zijie turned his head to continue sleeping unhappily. But the thing did not let him go and
continued to find his lips. Something wet and hot clung to his lips and refused to let go.
"Get away," Fan Zijie murmured unconsciously.
But something warm and wet slipped into his mouth instead, and with a series of moans, he reluctantly
opened his eyes.
So beautiful, that was his first thought. Who, who was on top of me? No, someone was kissing him. The
moment this thought entered Fan Zijie's mind, he tensed up, trying to push the person away.
Releasing Fan Zijie, the person stood up.
What a handsome young man. Fan Zijie exclaimed sincerely. The young man had fair skin, exquisite and
perfect features, a masterpiece of God. His long, black hair was tied back with a silver headband, and his eyes were full of tenderness
as he looked at Fan Zijie, radiating an ethereal aura.
"You're really handsome," the boy suddenly said. "And your skin is so elastic, it feels so good to the touch
."
His hands roamed over Fan Zijie's body, and Fan Zijie was startled, only then realizing that his upper body was naked.
He stared at the boy, both ashamed and embarrassed: "What are you doing?"
The boy just smiled wickedly, his gaze sweeping over his naked body: "What am I doing? Of course, I'm going to sleep with
you."
Fan Zijie was shocked that such a beautiful person would say such crude words, and he was right. His mind raced
, and his face flushed red.
Seeing his embarrassment, the boy suddenly laughed. He shoved him onto the large desk and then
pressed down on him, showering Fan Zijie's face and lips with kisses.
"Let me go!" Fan Zijie was filled with shame and anger at being treated like this by a boy.
The boy sneered, and with a tearing sound, Fan Zijie's trousers slid to the floor,
exposing his trembling, immature penis.
"You—." Fan Zijie couldn't speak, only trembling with rage.
The boy showed no sign of stopping, continuing his actions.
He turned Fan Zijie over, and Fan Zijie, startled, struggled violently, kicking and
thrashing his legs wildly.
"You're really naughty," the boy laughed, and with a slight tightening of his grip, Fan Zijie's wrist
dislocated, hanging limply at his side. "Now, what tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
the boy chuckled, his hand still moving. With another snap, his right leg was broken as well. He released his grip,
but Fan Zijie couldn't stand and could only slump onto the table.
"That's more like it," the boy said with satisfaction. He spread Fan Zijie's legs wide,
revealing his most secret and hidden orifice without reservation. Fan Zijie couldn't help but shed tears; he had never suffered such humiliation.
The boy tried to insert his fingers, but Fan Zijie's body immediately tensed, and the boy's fingers
couldn't penetrate. The boy frowned. "Oh, that's troublesome then."
He rummaged through his pockets and took out a small bottle. "This contains strong liquor. Although it's
not as effective as an aphrodisiac, it'll do." He poured the liquor into Fan Zijie's orifice and then
inserted his fingers again.
"Hmm, not bad, you can come in now." The boy chuckled, unbuckling his belt with one hand.
He looked down at his already erect member and thrust into Fan Zijie's body.
It hurt terribly; Fan Zijie felt as if he were being torn apart. He struggled, crying, "It hurts! Let
me go!"
"Let you go? What kind of joke is that?" the boy chuckled. He thrust forcefully, Fan Zijie's
body stiffening. His struggles only exacerbated the pain in his broken limbs, proving utterly futile.
It felt like an eternity before the boy finally pulled away from Fan Zijie.
Before he could even catch his breath, the boy picked up a camera and laughed, "Fan Zijie, the student council president of Green Shade Academy, right? From an extremely
conservative, scholarly family, right? If they knew you'd been pinned down and taken advantage of by a man, what do you think
they'd think?"
His gentle voice was like a lover's whisper, but the threat in his words sent chills down Fan Zijie's spine. "What are you
going to do?"
"Nothing much, just a memento of our first encounter. Don't rush me."
Fan Zijie looked at the boy with fear, his eyes pleading. "Don't look at me." The boy lowered his
head, smiling at Fan Zijie.
He lay almost naked on the large desk, only a few shreds clinging to his body. His anus,
lacking proper lubrication, dripped blood mixed with milky fluid, its opening and closing
exuding a silent allure.
*Snap, snap*, the sound of a camera clicking filled the air. Fan Zijie had a premonition that he might never escape
this man's grasp.
(3-4)
Looking at Fan Zijie, limp beneath him, the young man sneered, "Remember, I am Leng Ruolei. From now on, when you
hear this name, you'd better behave, or you'll face the consequences." With that, he bent down, set
Fan Zijie's dislocated joint, and walked away. Recalling the past, Fan Zijie shivered and lowered his head, saying,
"I'll do whatever you say."
"That's right." Leng Ruolei nodded in satisfaction, pulled away from his lips, and gazed out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
After a long while, he said, "I want to join the student council."
"The election for new student council officers is next month," Fan Zijie hurriedly said. "Is there anything you want me to do?" "
Is it necessary?" Leng Ruolei said contemptuously, "Just withdraw. I don't need my
defeated opponent's name to be listed alongside mine."
Fan Zijie simply nodded, not wanting to dwell on his hurtful words, to protect his already wounded heart.
Leng Ruolei only glanced at him before getting up and leaving.
"Young Master Lei." A figure immediately followed.
"Didn't I tell you not to follow?" Stopping in a secluded spot, Leng Ruolei looked at
Mo Feili with displeasure.
Mo Feili immediately knelt down: "Young Master Lei, my duty is to protect your safety. I dare not stray too far from you.
I have disobeyed your orders, please punish me."
Leng Ruolei looked at the docile Mo Feili and couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted. However, he thought that if he couldn't teach him now,
he would only become more and more difficult to tame in the future.
"My words are not open to questioning. You'd better remember that." Leng Ruolei looked down at him arrogantly:
"Has no one taught you this?"
"Replying to Young Master Lei, I can only consider my master's safety first." Mo Feili said obediently:
"If I have done something wrong, please correct me, and I will correct it immediately."
"Very good." Leng Ruolei nodded in satisfaction: "Listen, you can only follow my words.
You can ignore everything else. No matter what kind of education you received before, now you can only listen to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Mo Feili bowed his head and replied.
Leng Ruolei nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go, I have something to ask you."
"Please instruct me, Young Master Lei."
"What kind of training did you receive? Who did you meet, and what did you do?" "
Replying to Young Master Lei, my training was mainly based on your preferences. I haven't met
any outsiders. All I've heard is your voice, and all I've seen are your photos and videos." "Is that
so? How were you trained?" Leng Ruolei stopped, puzzled.
"My room is filled with your photos. The first thing I learned was how to protect your safety
, to adopt your preferences, not to have my own ideas, and to always prioritize protecting you."
"Master's safety is the top priority. Secondly, everything must be done according to Master's wishes." Mo Feili
stared intently at Leng Ruolei.
Seeing his focused gaze, Leng Ruolei chuckled and pinched his chin: "So, have you done it, little Fei'er?"
"As long as Young Master Lei is satisfied, I've done it," Mo Feili said calmly.
"And what if you haven't?"
"An unqualified shadow only faces death." Mo Feili spoke as if he were talking about someone else, completely calm and
composed.
Leng Ruolei looked at the expressionless Mo Feili and laughed loudly: "Alright, then I'll see what you've learned
, and whether you can satisfy me."
Mo Feili nodded quietly.
Leng Ruolei became curious; how could someone follow another person so unconditionally?
The ringing of a cell phone broke the silence. Leng Ruolei was startled, then answered the phone: "Brother, what's
up?" The person on the other end of the phone laughed loudly: "
Lei'er, what have you been up to lately? You haven't been back in ages. Is Green Shade
really that fun?"
"How could I dare come back and disturb your honeymoon? How was He Shuying's experience?" he asked ambiguously.
"You, you're just so mischievous." The person on the other end of the phone sighed helplessly: "I really don't know
what to do with you."
"What to do? Just let it be." Leng Ruolei laughed mischievously.
That dazzling smile stunned Mo Feili, who stared at that smiling face, unable to look away.
"Lei'er, come home for a visit. Your big brother misses you very much." Knowing that his younger brother was the most mischievous, Leng Wushuang
could only make the request with a wry smile.
"Of course," Leng Ruolei readily agreed. "I'll be back when I have time. Don't blame
me if I bother you."
He sighed helplessly, "When have I ever blamed you? You were just being naughty. Hurry up and come back,
or I'll have to issue a warrant for your arrest."
"Okay, you're such a nagging old man. I'll be back tonight."
"That's good. We'll wait for you. I'm hanging up now." Leng Wushuang reminded him before hanging up.
She glanced at Mo Feili and said, "Remember this number. From now on, answer this number immediately."
"Yes."
A gentle breeze was most pleasant, and if a beautiful woman was lying on your lap, the feeling was
indescribable.
Looking at the boy lying on his lap, Fan Zijie couldn't describe his feelings. This
boy, cloaked in the guise of an angel, had ruined his life. He hated him to the core, but he had no power to resist him and
could only weakly let him do as he pleased.
Reaching out, he stroked Leng Ruolei's smooth face. Such delicate skin! It was hard to imagine that such a slender
body possessed such formidable strength. Looking at his own wrist, he caressed Leng Ruolei's delicate wrist. Was this the same
hand that had so easily broken his limbs?
"What, have you seen enough?" A gentle voice rippled like water.
Fan Zijie shivered. "I…" he stammered, unable to speak.
"What is it?" Leng Ruolei's smile grew even sweeter.
Fan Zijie said softly, "Nothing. I just came to tell you that I've done as you instructed."
"I know," Leng Ruolei said coldly.
"Xiao Fei'er," he suddenly called out.
A fleeting figure immediately appeared. "Young Master Lei, what's the matter?"
"I want some orange juice, and also, prepare a gift for me, something rather novel.
Hurry up," Leng Ruolei said arrogantly.
What a domineering person! Fan Zijie thought to himself, isn't this the transfer student who just arrived? Why is he
so obedient to Ruo Lei? Is he like me? He quickly dismissed the thought. This transfer student seems to be very
gentle with Ruo Lei. He must have already fallen into Ruo Lei's trap.
Thinking of Leng Ruo Lei's angelic appearance and cruel nature, Fan Zijie couldn't help but sigh deeply
.
"Why are you sighing?" Leng Ruo Lei smiled and said, "I think I've made you unhappy. I have something to do today and can't
satisfy your darling." He whispered ambiguously in Fan Zijie's ear.
Fan Zijie felt relieved, but his next words plunged him into an abyss. "I'll come back tomorrow
and pamper you properly."
(5)
"Big brother, how have you been lately?" Leng Ruo Lei put down his teacup and asked leisurely.
"Not bad, how about you?"
"I saw all the flowers of Chang'an in a day."
"You." Leng Wushuang smiled knowingly, "I wonder how many more people have suffered at your hands."
"What are you saying? To receive my favor is their honor." Leng Ruolei's eyes sparkled,
his elegance unparalleled. "Besides, none of them can retain this memory anyway."
"You, you love to play with people and then destroy everything they have, and they're still obedient to you,
really." Leng Wushuang said disdainfully, "How could I have such a wicked younger brother like you? Really."
"You—are—wanting—me—to—destroy—He—Shu—Ying—?" Leng Ruolei said, enunciating each word clearly.
Leng Wushuang's expression changed upon hearing this: "Go to hell, if you really want to do it, you'll have to abandon me as your older brother."
"Is that so?" Leng Ruolei smiled. Older brother, do you really think you've fallen in love with He Shuying? "Brother, the person you
love is me. But this is the best for you and for me. So, only if you fall in love with He Shuying
can he barely be worthy of you and soothe your soul. Brother, we're both tired. You already
have He Shuying, even if he's only a part of me, he's still by your side. And I'm still searching
."
Seeing Ruolei's silence, Leng Wushuang couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you really angry?"
"Angry at you?" Ruolei chuckled. "Then I'd be asking for trouble. I can't get revenge on
you, and I can't bear to see you suffer. I think I'll just let it go."
"You!" Wushuang poked his forehead, half-angrily, and pulled him into her arms.
"Brother," Ruolei suddenly called out.
Wu Shuang patted his cheek tenderly: "Is something the matter?"
"Nothing, I just saw the Shadow Fiend sent."
"Oh." Wu Shuang asked with concern: "How was it? Was he capable enough?"
"Haven't seen him yet, but he should be good." He lazily raised his hand: "He's a gentle and handsome man, you know
. If he doesn't work out, taking him as a concubine wouldn't be bad either."
Leng Wu Shuang smiled, knowing that this little brother, though seemingly an angel, was actually more terrifying than Satan: "Fine, whatever
you say. Any plans lately?"
"I've found something interesting at school. He's the current student council president, from a scholarly
family, both his parents are university professors, and he's an outstanding student. I really want to know
what he'll do when he can't take it anymore—fall in love with me, the one who abuses him, or seek revenge?"
"That? That's certainly interesting, it just depends on how you want to play with him."
"I have my own plans." Leng Ruolei smiled, then stood up. "I'm leaving, big brother." He
kissed Leng Wushuang on the cheek. "I'll come back to see you next time. Now I'm going to play with my toys."
"Go ahead. Remember to call me." Wushuang reminded him.
"I know." Ruolei waved casually. "Bye-bye."
Green Shade Academy—the Green Shade student dormitory is all double occupancy. Leng Ruolei lived in room 502. But at this moment,
there were three people in room 502. Leng Ruolei leaned against the headboard, coldly looking at Fan Zijie.
Fan Zijie's hands were tied high and he was hanging from the ceiling. His legs were spread wide apart, and his private parts were completely
exposed to the two men. Each of his ten toes was tied with a long silver thread.
"Xiao Fei'er." Leng Ruolei called gently, "Come here for a moment."
Mo Feili obediently came to Ruolei's side. Ruolei gestured for him to squat down, gently stroking his long
black hair with one hand, his eyes as gentle as water.
"Ouch!" The force from the scalp made Mo Feili frown uncomfortably. "Does it hurt?"
His voice was still so gentle.
"It hurts."
"Go, leave a nine-square grid of marks on his body." Leng Ruolei's gentle voice was like a lover's whisper
.
Crack, crack, crack, the sound of the whip hitting flesh rang out continuously, one lash after another landing on the same spot
. After nine lashes, Fan Zijie only had one welt on his body. Fan Zijie didn't cry out. It wasn't that he wasn't in pain,
but his mouth, his upper and lower lips, and his nimble little tongue had been sewn shut with needles.
The bloodstains were still fresh. He stared wide-eyed angrily at Leng Ruolei, who was leisurely leaning against the headboard. He couldn't curse
him aloud, and his bound limbs couldn't move. The only thing that could express his thoughts was his pair of dark, ink-black
eyes.
"What beautiful eyes," Leng Ruolei exclaimed. "But why
is there anger, grievance, and resentment in such beautiful eyes? It's such a disgrace to such beautiful eyes."
Who caused this? Fan Zijie thought angrily.
(6)
The sound of the whip echoed in the silent room. Fan Zijie could no longer bear such great pain. He wished he
could faint, so he wouldn't see or feel the pain. But he couldn't faint. His clear eyes
were filled with helplessness and pleading.
"Is it done?" Leng Ruolei asked as he walked to Fan Zijie's side.
"Yes, Young Master Lei, it is done. Please check it, Young Master Lei," Mo Feili said respectfully.
Ruo Lei casually waved his hand: "I trust what you've done. I've never seen a nine-square grid before, let me see
."
Leng Ruo Lei stroked along the neat whip marks: "What beautiful marks." Leng Ruo Lei exclaimed:
"I can't resist anymore." His hand sank down, deeply plunging into the wound.
Pain, so much pain, Fan Zijie felt excruciating pain, almost fainting. But he didn't faint. He didn't
know why. Never before had he so desperately wanted to speak, even to beg for mercy from the person who ruined him
, even to completely abandon his dignity.
"Have you given in?" Leng Ruo Lei suddenly asked: "You gave in just because of this nine-square grid. Nine-square
grid, nine times nine is eighty-one lashes, every nine lashes are branded in the same place, nine times nine is eighty-one lashes, forming a
nine-square grid, what a beautiful pattern. How could you defile this beautiful pattern like this?" He gently stroked
the scars on Fan Zijie's back.
He reached out and lifted Fan Zijie's chin, his fingers gently tracing his lips. Those stitched-up lips were still so
vibrant red. "Such beautiful lips, it's such a waste to stitch them up. They should be enjoyed by more people.
Zijie, don't you think I'm right?" "No, don't do this!" His bright eyes were filled with
fear. He was terrified, afraid of being sent to be enjoyed by others.
"Fei'er, put him down."
A moment later, Fan Zijie was lowered from the bed. The moment his legs touched the ground, he collapsed, unable to stand, and
could only lie limply on the floor.
"It's really not good that he's lost his lips." Leng Ruolei frowned. "Fei'er, what do you think we should do for him
?"
"Young Master Lei," Mo Feili called out timidly, "I don't know either, but he looks really ugly like this
. Should we restore his lips, Young Master?"
"That's not good." Leng Ruolei gently stroked his long hair. "By the way, did you do what I asked you to do
? How did you do it?"
"I've done it. They only know that Fan Zijie took a month's leave to prepare for the exam, and they
don't know anything else. His parents also thought he rented another house to prepare for the exam."
"Fei'er is so good." Leng Ruolei patted his head with satisfaction. "Why don't we unsew up his lips and
then try my newly made potion? What do you say, Fei'er?"
"I'll do whatever Young Master Lei says." Mo Feili's eyes were full of obedience and infatuation with Leng Ruolei.
"Alright." Leng Ruolei released him. "Let's go to the infirmary."
Mo Feili nodded, picked up Fan Zijie, and carried him to another room in room 502. He placed him on the operating
table.
This was a predominantly white room with a large white bed in the center, dividing the room in two.
One side was filled with shelves overflowing with various bottles and jars, while the other side had a large desk
piled high with various tools.
Fan Zijie was familiar with this room; it was on this very bed that his lips had been sewn shut. What
kind of miserable fate awaited him today? The thought sent shivers down his spine.
Seeing Fan Zijie trembling like a lamb to the slaughter, Leng Ruolei chuckled mischievously, "
Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Those were familiar words; he had said the same thing before he sewed his own mouth shut.
Skillfully picking up a scalpel, Leng Ruolei ordered, "Fei'er, inject him with TND."
"Yes." Without another word, Mo Feili immediately picked up the syringe and injected Fan Zijie.
Cut after cut, the cold blade scraping against his skin was so vivid,
like a brand on his back, a stark reminder.
"I'm so sleepy." Fan Zijie thought groggily, completely unaware of the changes happening to him.
"Young Master Lei, what are you going to do to him?" Mo Feili's voice sounded distant and indistinct.
"Don't ask, I'll tell you later."
Immersed in a dreamlike state, Fan Zijie finally woke up reluctantly.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Leng Ruolei's smiling face. A strange unease stirred within Fan Zijie, something he
had never experienced before. Had he done something to him again?
"You guessed right." Leng Ruolei smiled.
Fan Zijie then realized he had spoken his thoughts aloud. What was going on? He looked
at Leng Ruolei in confusion.
"It's simple." Leng Ruolei smiled, leaning back into Mo Feili's warm embrace. "I simply
unfastened your mouth and did some things to your head."
"What did you do to me?" Fan Zijie asked, filled with fear.
Leng Ruolei's smile grew even brighter: "It's nothing much, just some neurological modifications. In other words,
every time you see me, you'll love me a little more. After seven times, you'll be
completely in love with me, willing to do anything for me, even kill your parents." Leng Ruolei
shrugged: "If you see me more than nine times, you'll lose your own will and become my appendage. To
put it simply, you'll just be an extension of me."
"You?" Fan Zijie trembled, unable to comprehend such a method of controlling people's minds: "I don't
believe it! I absolutely refuse to believe it!" he shouted uncontrollably.
Leng Ruolei didn't say much, simply walking out and then back in. When he appeared before Fan Zijie for the fourth time
, Fan Zijie was already breathing heavily, his face flushed.
Leng Ruolei put his arm around his shoulder: "Now, do you believe me?"
Fan Zijie nodded with difficulty, his mind in turmoil, unsure what to do.
"Kneel down," Leng Ruolei suddenly commanded.
Fan Zijie hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up and knelt before Leng Ruolei, looking at him with confusion,
wondering what he wanted him to do.
Suddenly, Leng Ruolei burst into laughter: "Look in the mirror and see if you've changed at all
."

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