Dormitory caning

The rooms at Green Shade are all double rooms, and Leng Ruolei's room is 502. But at this moment, there are three people in room 502. Leng Ruolei leans against the headboard, coldly watching Fan Zijie.
Fan Zijie's hands are bound high, hanging from the ceiling, his legs spread wide, his private parts completely exposed to the two men, and a long silver thread tied to each of his ten toes.
"Xiao Fei'er," Leng Ruolei gently called, "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 pressure on his 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 striking flesh echoed repeatedly, each lash landing on the same spot. After nine lashes, Fan Zijie had only one welt. He didn't cry out, not because he wasn't in pain, but because his mouth—his upper and lower lips, and his delicate little tongue—had been meticulously sewn shut with needles. The bloodstains were still fresh. He stared wide-eyed angrily at Leng Ruolei, who leaned leisurely against the headboard. He couldn't curse him aloud; his bound limbs were immobile. The only thing that could express his thoughts was his pair of dark, inky eyes.
"What beautiful eyes," Leng Ruolei couldn't help but sigh. "But why does such beautiful eyes reflect anger, resentment, and bitterness? It's a disgrace to such beautiful eyes."
Who did this to Fan Zijie? he thought bitterly.
The sound of the whip echoed in the silent room. Fan Zijie could no longer bear the immense pain. He longed to faint, to be blind and forget the pain, but he couldn't. His clear eyes were filled with helplessness and pleading.
"Is it done?" Leng Ruolei asked, walking to Fan Zijie's side.
"Yes, Young Master Lei, it's finished. Please check it, Young Master Lei," Mo Feili replied respectfully.
Ruolei waved his hand casually: "I trust what you do. I've never seen a nine-square grid before. Let me see."
Leng Ruolei traced the neat whip marks: "What beautiful marks." Leng Ruolei exclaimed, "I can't resist anymore." His hand sank down, digging deep 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 if it meant begging for mercy from the person who had ruined him, even if it meant abandoning his dignity completely.
"Did you give in?" Leng Ruolei suddenly asked, "You gave in just because of this nine-square grid? Nine-square grid, eighty-one lashes, nine lashes in the same place, nine times nine, eighty-one lashes, forming a nine-square grid, what a beautiful pattern! How could you defile this beautiful design like this?" He gently stroked the scars on Fan Zijie's back.
He reached out and lifted Fan Zijie's chin, his fingers lightly gliding over his lips, those stitched lips still so red: "Such beautiful lips, it's such a waste to stitch them up, they should be enjoyed by more people. Zijie, am I right?"
"No, don't do this." His bright eyes were filled with fear, he was so afraid, afraid of being sent to be enjoyed by others.
"Fei'er, put him down."
A moment later, Fan Zijie was put down, and as soon as he touched the ground, his legs went weak, he couldn't stand up at all, and could only lie limply on the ground.
“It’s really not good to have no 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?”
“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?”
“It’s done. 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 new medicine? 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 took 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.
Looking at 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.
He just wanted to sleep. Fan Zijie was dizzy and confused, completely bewildered by 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."
Lost in a dreamlike state, Fan Zijie finally woke up reluctantly.
Opening his eyes, he saw Leng Ruolei's smiling face, and a strange unease stirred within him—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, puzzled.
"It's simple." Leng Ruolei smiled, leaning back into Mo Feili's warm embrace. "I simply ungave 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. Well, to put it simply, you'll just be an avatar of mine then."
"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 a jumble of thoughts, unsure of 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, unsure what he wanted him to do.
Suddenly, Leng Ruolei burst into laughter: "Look in the mirror, see if you've changed at all."
Unable to withstand Leng Ruolei's teasing, Mo Feili let out a soft moan, as endearing as a cat's pursed lips: "Little Fei'er, how can you be so obedient?" Leng Ruolei's hands gently roamed over his body, gazing tenderly down at him, his eyes seemingly penetrating to the depths of his soul.
"I don't know," Mo Feili raised his head, his beautiful pupils filled with infatuation: "I just want to stay by your side."
"Is that so?" Leng Ruolei said languidly, his fingers twirling Mo Feili's long hair: "Such beautiful long hair, just like his." He murmured.
Like everyone else, Mo Feili sensitively heard these words and looked at Leng Ruolei with a puzzled expression.
Leng Ruolei ignored his question, simply resting his head gently on Mo Feili's shoulder and letting out a long sigh.
"What's wrong, Young Master Lei?" Mo Feili couldn't help but feel nervous and hurriedly asked.
"Nothing, I'm just tired and want to lie down for a while."
Mo Feili didn't speak, only relaxing his body. "Young Master Lei, you should rest first."
This shoulder is just as broad as his older brother's, Leng Ruolei smiled faintly, his years of hard work had truly paid off.
"Young Master Lei, how are you going to deal with Fan Zijie?" Mo Feili asked curiously.
Stroking his smooth and delicate face: "Little Fei'er wants to know?"
"Yes." Mo Feili nodded, not daring to say that he was afraid of offending the young master one day and ending up in the same situation as Fan Zijie.
"Afraid of offending me?" Leng Ruolei's eyes were locked on his.
"Yes." Not daring to hide his thoughts, Mo Feili could only honestly admit it.
"Then I'll show you his fate," Leng Ruolei said coldly, narrowing his eyes.
Entering the secret room, Fan Zijie was fast asleep on the large bed.
"Wake him up," Leng Ruolei's voice was exceptionally cold, a flicker of anger rising within it.
Mo Feili trembled slightly; Young Master Lei was angry. He immediately grabbed a bottle, uncorked it, and made Fan Zijie smell the aroma.
Soon, Fan Zijie slowly woke up. Upon seeing Leng Ruolei and Mo Feili standing before him, his face changed drastically, and he trembled.
But Leng Ruolei merely smiled and said, "The election for the new student council president is tomorrow. You need to be there."
"Yes, what are your orders, Master?" Fan Zijie asked tremblingly.
Leng Ruolei kicked him dismissively: "What can you do? Just show up tomorrow."
"I understand," Fan Zijie said respectfully.
Leng Ruolei snorted coldly, then suddenly smiled, "Zijie, this is the fifth time you've seen me."
Fan Zijie choked, staring dizzily at Leng Ruolei's smile. He remembered the unfamiliar face in the mirror.
The features were delicate, the wheat-colored skin still smooth and lustrous, but his expression had changed. No longer was he spirited; now, he was filled with fear and timidity. His eyes had changed too, brimming with infatuation, offering the utmost loyalty and love to the man who had destroyed him, without the slightest resistance, only wanting to survive under his tyranny. His pride, his ambitions, all had vanished in the smile of this young man, and he, he could only kneel before him, serving him. Why? Why was this happening? He too had once been a chosen one. Hatred and rage erupted instantly. He stared at Leng Ruolei, secretly vowing, "I will crush your arrogance, and I will destroy you as well."
Very well, that's how it is. How can one love someone and hate them to the core at the same time? "Zijie, you're nothing but a puppet. Do you really think you can beat me? But I haven't played this game yet; it must be really fun. If my older brother knew, he'd definitely give me a good scolding. But now that he has He Shuying, he probably won't pay attention to me anymore." Thinking this, Leng Ruolei clenched his fists. He glared at Fan Zijie, his heart filled with rage.
He grabbed Fan Zijie's hair, forcing him to look up at him: "Kneel down," Leng Ruolei shouted.
Fan Zijie obeyed, his long eyelashes fluttering, betraying the fear in his heart.
"Fei'er, bring me my Bewitching Beauty."
Mo Feili responded, walking to a shelf and returning with a small glass bottle.
"Feed him." Leng Ruolei's voice was flat, without any inflection, yet strangely alluring.
He reached out and pinched Fan Zijie's chin, uncorked the bottle, and forced it down his throat.
"Fei'er, raise the chin."
Raise the chin? What's raising the chin? Fan Zijie was filled with doubt, but when he saw the iron frame Mo Feili had pushed forward, covered with three-inch-long nails, the cross shape perfectly accommodating a person stretched out in a starfish position, the nails driving deep into the skin and bone marrow, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted. If only he could faint!
As if reading his mind, Leng Ruolei sneered, "Want to faint? Not so easy. Don't you know? You've already taken my specially made potion. Without the special aroma, you can't faint even if you want to."
What? Fan Zijie almost shouted out loud. So Mo Feili had planned this all along; he was just a fish in a net, how could he escape his grasp?
Mo Feili swiftly tied Fan Zijie to the iron frame, then looked at Leng Ruolei: "Young Master Lei, should we secure him?"
"Of course."
Mo Feili didn't hesitate any longer, and with a forceful pull, the three-inch-long nails were driven into Fan Zijie's back.
"
Ah
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"Because I wanted some entertainment!" Leng Ruolei chuckled, his smile so pure and innocent, like an angel's, yet he uttered the cruelest words,

didn't he? Just for a little entertainment, you turned the entire Green Shade Academy upside down, all for your momentary pleasure, and I'm your first victim? Tears slowly slid down her cheeks.
"What, you can't stand it?" Leng Ruolei smiled. "There's more fun to come."
He gave a wink, and Mo Feili immediately stepped forward: "Young Master Lei."
"Let this chosen one of heaven show you what the Pearl of the Orient is like." Leng Ruolei smiled, his bright eyes gentle and refined.
Suddenly, melodious piano music filled the room. Leng Ruolei was startled, then immediately picked up his phone: "Big Brother."
The person on the other end of the phone said something, and Leng Ruolei's bright smile vanished instantly: "Okay, I know, Brother He, I'll be right there."
Having grown accustomed to Leng Ruolei's smile, despite the countless pains it brought him, Fan Zijie, for some reason, longed to see it when it disappeared.
"Mo Feili, I'm going out for a bit. Don't follow me. Fan Zijie is yours to do with as you please," Leng Ruolei said hurriedly, taking an exquisite bottle from a shelf and leaving.
Mo Feili stared blankly at Leng Ruolei's departing figure, then sighed softly after a moment, put Fan Zijie down, and began applying medicine to him.
"Why are you doing this? Weren't you as loyal to him as a dog?" Fan Zijie couldn't help but mock.
Mo Feili said calmly, “I’m not his pet dog, you are. I’m his shadow, only allowed to exist in his lonely nights. When have you ever seen a shadow in the midday sun? But the difference between us is that I’m doing this willingly, while you’re being forced. However, that won’t be long.” A strange smile appeared on his lips, ethereal and distant: “You will also be like me, willingly crawling at his feet, becoming his slave, just hoping he’ll glance at you. As long as Young Master Lei wants it, he’ll get it. You’d better realize the situation. Otherwise, you’ll only suffer more.”
“Is that so? I’m just his toy when he’s bored, and you’re just his shadow. So we’re all the same.” He laughed maniacally, tearing open the wound on his back, and blood gushed out.
Mo Feili stopped, his calm expression unmoved by the bloodshed before him. "Don't overthink it," he said, "and don't expect me to let you go. Even if I do, it's only because he tacitly approved. He wants to see how much you can grow without him. He just wants a different approach."
"Are you willing to be his shadow for life, abandoning yourself, abandoning your soul?" Fan Zijie asked, clinging to a sliver of hope. If Mo Feili also wanted to leave, things would be much easier.
Mo Feili watched coldly, his perpetually calm eyes still filled with deep darkness, revealing no trace of his thoughts. After the bandaging was finished, Mo Feili left the secret room, and Fan Zijie was utterly devastated.

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