Campus torture

The exquisite and luxurious bedroom was breathtakingly beautiful, but the heart-wrenching screams emanating from it completely shattered this aesthetic. Hearing the piercing screams, Leng Ruolei quickened his pace.
"Brother He, what happened?" Before he could finish speaking, his gaze was drawn to the person on the bed. It was Leng Wushuang, the arrogant and domineering Leng Wushuang, who was now groaning in his sleep, his slender body writhing as if trapped by something.
He couldn't help but look at He Shuying, who hurriedly said, "I don't know what happened. He was fine until around midnight, when he suddenly started screaming like that. Ruolei, what's wrong with Wushuang?"
Without answering He Shuying's question, Leng Ruolei simply smiled faintly, slowly took off his coat, got into bed, and nestled into Leng Wushuang's arms. He reached out and hugged her, burying his head deeply in her chest, softly chanting a strange language, like a gentle hymn or an ancient incantation.
He Shuying stared in astonishment at the two embracing on the bed, feeling an inexplicable tension between them that no outsider could intrude upon. What was going on? The sharp and piercing screams gradually subsided, slowly fading into silence, with only the strange language from Leng Ruolei's mouth echoing in the room.
Leng Wushuang opened her eyes, looking at Leng Ruolei with a dazed expression: "Leier, why are you here?"
"Did I have another nightmare?"
"No, I just missed you! Big brother, don't you welcome me?" Leng Ruolei smiled gently, a deep sense of grievance appearing on his angelic smile. Who could bear to see such a lovely girl looking so wronged?
The answer was no!
Leng Wushuang smiled helplessly: "You naughty boy, you just love to play. Okay, whatever."
"Mm." Leng Ruolei smiled sweetly: "Big brother, go to sleep, you have things to do tomorrow!"
Not hearing Leng Wushuang's reply, she looked up and saw that he was already fast asleep.
From beginning to end, no one noticed He Shuying beside him, and no one looked at him.
Without stopping, Leng Ruolei began to chant softly again, the strange melody echoing in the room.
He Shuying stared blankly at the two intertwined figures before her, and then left the room step by step.
“Young Master Lei, you shouldn’t go. It’s just a small matter,” Mo Feili said gently.
“I can choose not to go,” Leng Ruolei smiled. “Then you can go as me.”
Mo Feili looked up, meeting those bright eyes with a questioning look.
“Let’s go to the lab.” Seeing through Mo Feili’s doubts, Leng Ruolei simply said.
The spacious lab was unchanged. Fan Zijie was fast asleep, unaware of the impending danger.
Without even glancing at Fan Zijie, Leng Ruolei pulled Mo Feili to the lab table, picked up a bottle of medicine, and applied it to his face.
Mo Feili remained motionless, letting Leng Ruolei do as he pleased. “Young Master Lei, what are you doing?”
“Making you pretend to be me, otherwise it won’t be fun later. I don’t want anyone controlling me.” Leng Ruolei smiled, a smile as bright as the sun, yet also stern and authoritative.
Mo Feili lowered his head: "I'm afraid I won't do it well."
Leng Ruolei kicked him hard: "Even if you can't do it well, you have to do it well. You dare to send me this kind of trash? I think the Grim Reaper is really going to become the Grim Reaper."
Knowing that Leng Ruolei was in a bad mood, Mo Feili didn't dare to defend himself. He also knew that Leng Ruolei was young and talented, having earned four doctoral degrees at the age of fifteen. He was also ethereal and agile. Ordinary outstanding talents were simply not in his eyes. Perhaps only those who could rival him were worth his attention.
Seeing that Mo Feili didn't speak, Leng Ruolei became even more displeased. His sharp gaze swept over Mo Feili's back, making him tremble involuntarily. He
casually grabbed an exquisite iron hoop from the table: "Roll up your sleeves."
Mo Feili rolled up his sleeves in confusion. The next second, pain immediately swept through every nerve in his body. The exquisite iron hoop was tightly attached to his right arm, smooth and slippery. What was this thing? It wouldn't harm his body, but it made him feel almost like he was going to die.
"This is the Soul Lock." Leng Ruolei's voice rang in his ear. "It was a toy I had when I was little. I never thought it would have a new use. Go now. I want you to be a perfect student, both in character and academics. Smile at me, don't make my face look so ugly."
"Yes." Mo Feili smiled, his radiance dazzling. Is this my face? This is how I smile. No, he clearly said my smile was like an angel's. It must be him, he's the one who can't smile. A wicked thought arose within him. He activated the Soul Lock and intensified the punishment on his mind. It
hurt so much. It was like... like what? He didn't know, and he couldn't remember. His limited life experience wasn't enough to tell him what was going on. He only knew that he had angered Young Master Lei, that charming young man. At this moment, his anger had given him an air of authority. What was causing this pain? He had undergone rigorous training, developing a pain tolerance ten times greater than the average person, yet now he was almost unable to control his groans. He was afraid that if he groaned aloud, Young Master Lei, he would be looked down upon and driven away, no longer able to stay by his side.
Seeing Mo Feili's thoughts, Leng Ruolei smiled happily: "Go ahead, I don't like useless people. Take him to my apartment building while you're at it." He gestured towards Fan Zijie.
Without hesitation, Mo Feili turned and walked towards the playground outside.
Leng Ruolei picked up a bottle of medicine from the table and fiddled with it in his hand. "Brother, you still couldn't get over it. Even He Shuying couldn't give you a good night's sleep? I don't ask for much, just someone to comfort you when I'm not around, so you won't be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. Only then can I leave in peace. Alas, why is fate so unfair to you? But I will definitely find a way to turn this situation around."
Picking up the fine needle, Leng Ruolei suddenly smiled, a smile both distant and profound. He
meticulously embroidered, his focus and joy surpassing even that of an ancient bride.
Each stitch, one by one, resulted in a beautiful pattern.
After carefully examining it, and finding it satisfactory, he woke Fan Zijie.
"You're awake," a gentle voice said, drawing the listener in.
Fan Zijie looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he had woken up without pain this time.
"Look for yourself," Leng Ruolei smiled, pointing to the large full-length mirror.
Was that himself? Fan Zijie was utterly bewildered.
A large, rugged, and strangely shaped stone was tattooed on his body, covering his entire form. He stared at Leng Ruolei in shock.
"Look closely, don't miss the most amazing part," Leng Ruolei chuckled.
What else? What else could there be?
Fan Zijie closed his eyes in despair. "Have you forever branded yourself on me? What else do you intend to do to me?"
A soft hand caressed his back, sliding down to his delicate clitoris, then forcefully pulled him apart: "Look carefully." The gentle voice always held the most cruel intent.
Looking in the mirror between his legs, Fan Zijie's head exploded. His father had actually
tattooed a ring of stones in vibrant sky blue on his clitoris—this damned nightmare.
Leng Ruolei, however, wouldn't let him off the hook: "Did you see the texture of these stones?"
Fan Zijie looked down at his chest, where every line forming the stone was composed of a tiny "slave" character. He took a step back and knelt before Leng Ruolei. He pleaded pitifully, "Please spare me, I beg you."
"So incompetent? That's unlike you." Leng Ruolei looked at him with a half-smile. "It's not that simple." He sighed, took out a silver chain, and tied it around Fan Zijie's waist. One end of the chain hung down, and Leng Ruolei wrapped it around his left thigh, tying it into a neat Chinese knot. "Hmm, much prettier this way." He nodded in satisfaction.

"What is this?" Fan Zijie's voice was filled with fear. Although the exquisite silver chain was so beautiful, who knew what vicious conspiracy was hidden behind that beauty?
Seeing Fan Zijie cowering and trembling, Leng Ruolei couldn't help but laugh. He stretched out his hand: "Come here."
Not daring to disobey in the slightest, Fan Zijie crawled to Leng Ruolei's side.
Grabbing Fan Zijie's hair, Leng Ruolei kissed his lips, unexpectedly gently. Fan Zijie froze, looking up at Leng Ruolei in confusion. "Little fool, you'd better behave," Leng Ruolei warned in a low voice. A sudden chill ran through
him; Fan Zijie stiffened, afraid to move.
Fingers lightly traced his nipple. Fan Zijie swallowed, trying to suppress the turmoil within him. "What's wrong with me?" he thought in horror. "I'm not that shameless, I'm not, I won't fall in love with him, I won't!" He shook his head frantically.
"What's wrong?" Leng Ruolei's gentle voice sounded in his ear. "You seem unwell. Do you need my help?"
"No, no need." He curled up in fear.
"Really not?" Leng Ruolei asked softly.
"Really not." To avoid further questioning from Leng Ruolei, he offered his lips.
A strange glint flashed in his eyes, and Leng Ruolei bit down hard on his lips.
"Ouch!" Fan Zijie cried out, immediately biting his lower lip.
"Open your mouth."
Fan Zijie obediently opened his mouth, letting Leng Ruolei penetrate him, seizing his tender little tongue, chasing and playing with it wantonly.
"So delicious." After a while, Leng Ruolei withdrew from his mouth, saying with satisfaction, then slid to his sensitive nipple, taking it into his mouth and gently nibbling.
Fan Zijie felt a warm current roll through his body, flowing down to his lower abdomen: "So hot." He murmured unconsciously, then stopped as if he understood something, his dreamy starry eyes staring straight at Leng Ruolei.
Leng Ruolei's heart fluttered: "So beautiful." He lowered his head and kissed his eyes, while one hand traced circles on Fan Zijie's back.
"It itches," Fan Zijie frowned, but a bewitching smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, his body trembled as Leng Ruolei grasped his penis, slowly kneading his tender member.
"Mmm, mmm, ah, ah," uncontrollable moans escaped Fan Zijie's lips, instantly filling the room with an atmosphere of debauchery. Realizing he was shamelessly responding to the young man on top of him, tears of shame silently streamed down his face. But at that moment, his tears, his writhing body, his frenzied expression, and his wanton moans blended together, creating a jarring contrast.
"You're crying," Leng Ruolei said as if he had discovered something new. "Don't cry." He gently kissed away the tears from Fan Zijie's eyes.
He spoke softly, but his grip on Fan Zijie's penis tightened subtly. "Ah, ah," Fan Zijie cried out uncontrollably. His rapid breathing caused his chest to rise and fall, possessing an alluring quality.
He grabbed the silver chain tied to the base of Fan Zijie's thigh and tied a tight knot at the base of his penis, binding the already swollen and erect member, preventing it from ejaculating, causing it to turn purplish-red.
"I beg you, spare me," Fan Zijie sobbed, murmuring his pleas.
"Beg me, then who am I?" a gentle voice coaxed him.
But Fan Zijie didn't heed the voice's hint, only crying out, "Lei, Ruolei. Spare me, I beg you."
"Is that so?" Leng Ruolei's voice held a hint of anger, and he punished Fan Zijie by biting him hard on the shoulder. He reached out and flipped Fan Zijie over, supporting his waist with one hand, making him kneel with his legs crossed in front of him.
Against the backdrop of the sky-blue stone, the pink flower-like opening appeared exceptionally delicate. Taking Fan Zijie's hand, Leng Ruolei moved it to the entrance: "Good boy, stroke this little hole yourself. Don't stop."
Dazed, Fan Zijie obediently stroked his own opening while pleading with Leng Ruolei, "Please, spare me, I can't take it anymore."
"Call me Master."
"Master, please, please spare me." Completely conquered by desire, Fan Zijie obediently changed his address as instructed. He felt his whole body burning, his penis screaming for release, while his flower-like opening, under his caresses, gradually began to bloom, filled with inexplicable agitation.
Leng Ruolei reached out and grasped the hand rubbing around the delicate opening, guiding it to the entrance, and then forcefully pushed it in.
"Ouch! The tearing pain made Fan Zijie scream. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, but Leng Ruolei held it firmly, refusing to let go. Instead, he twisted Fan Zijie's wrist wantonly, letting the hand ravage his tight, constricted opening.
'Master, I beg you,' Fan Zijie pleaded, tears streaming down his face. 'Please spare me. Please.' His voice grew weaker and weaker until it was almost inaudible.
Leng Ruolei frowned, opened a small bottle by the bedside, and instantly, a rich fragrance filled the room. Fan Zijie perked up, his eyes widening as he looked at Leng Ruolei.
Leng Ruolei released his wrist, indicating that he could remove his hand.
Fan Zijie frowned, slowly withdrawing his hand from his body. With each movement, blood flowed out. He couldn't help but steal a glance at Leng Ruolei, who was indifferently removing his clothes, completely ignoring him. A chill ran through him. What a cold person.
When Fan Zijie had completely withdrawn his hand from his body, Leng Ruolei got onto the bed: "Serve me first."
Fan Zijie glanced up at him, only to be slapped hard on the stomach by Leng Ruolei. The force wasn't great, but it made him crave a harder, harder slap.
Without thinking, he looked up and took Leng Ruolei's penis into his mouth. Instantly, the thick penis filled his mouth, its unique masculine scent enveloping him, making him involuntarily submit.
He licked and sucked the thick penis with his tongue, over and over again.
Leng Ruolei frowned and abruptly pushed him away. Fan Zijie was startled, knowing he hadn't satisfied him, and what awaited him was unknown.
Leng Ruolei rolled over, covering his body, found the still-bleeding flower cave, and entered him in one swift motion.
"It hurts!" Fan Zijie pleaded in agony, "Master, I beg you, please, please."
"Beg me? Beg me for what?" Leng Ruolei chuckled, whispering gently in his ear.
A searing heat emanated from his lower body, desire dominating his senses. He pleaded pitifully, "Please, I beg you!"
"Then who am I, and what are you begging me for?" Leng Ruolei didn't rush into anything inside him, simply asking lazily.
"You are my master, ah!" Fan Zijie couldn't help but scream.
"Say it, what do you want from me?" A pair of unrestrained hands teased Fan Zijie wantonly, determined to tear off all his outer garments and make him completely succumb to desire.
"Please, harder, harder, ah, ah." The wild voice made no attempt to conceal its master's lewdness.
Fan Zijie was completely immersed in desire, frantically responding to Leng Ruolei, lewd voices escaping from his slightly pale lips. Leng Ruolei glanced at him with pity. Had this once spirited and proud young man succumbed so easily?
If so, then he was nothing more than a toy.
But
if
he were given another chance,
what would he do?
Would he rise again, appearing before him with a desire for revenge,
or would he be utterly devastated, becoming a complete male prostitute?
If the former, what kind of astonishing charm would he exude?
If the latter, then what would he...?
He quickened his pace, thrusting wildly into Fan Zijie's body without any mercy.
A burning sensation coursed through Fan Zijie. He could clearly feel the thick, erect penis moving in and out of his body with incredible heat, accompanied by waves of irresistible pleasure that assaulted every nerve in his body.

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