Green Academy

The bell for Class 3, Grade 11
had rung, and the classroom was quiet. After a while, the teacher slowly walked in: "Class, today I'd like to introduce a new student." He pointed to the boy behind him.
The boy, who had been looking down, raised his head and slowly scanned the classroom. He had long, flowing hair, and his eyes were captivating and charming. His simple tracksuit perfectly accentuated his tall and muscular physique. His handsome face was expressionless until his eyes met another pair of eyes. Once his gaze fell upon them, he didn't look away, focusing intently on the owner of those eyes, oblivious to the teacher's nagging.
"This student just transferred here. His name is Mo Feili. From now on, you'll be friends. Mo, please introduce yourself." The teacher, completely unaware of Mo Feili's change in demeanor, continued speaking.
Mo Feili remained standing there silently. The teacher, feeling somewhat awkward, spoke up with a gentle voice, "It seems Mo is a little shy. I'll let him off the hook. Let him sit with me."
"Alright," the teacher sighed in relief. "Mo, you can sit next to Leng."
Mo Feili, still silent, walked over and sat down next to the person who had spoken.
"Alright, class is starting," the teacher said.
Mo Feili ignored the teacher's animated speech on the platform, 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 students surrounded Mo Feili. He glanced at the boy beside him in a panic, unsure how to handle the crowd.
"Your name is Mo Feili?" the boy asked with 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 when my charm is irresistible?" He turned to Mo Fei Li: "Little Li'er, don't you think so?"
Mo Fei Li nodded. In his eyes, whatever Leng Ruo Lei said was always right.
Looking at the docile Mo Fei Li, Leng Ruo Lei smiled faintly. Mo Fei Li, truly, only Fei Li is worthy of being called. He wondered what kind of method he had used to train this person.
At noon, Leng Ruo Lei returned to the dormitory and looked at Mo Fei Li, who followed him in.
Seeing that no one was around, Mo Fei Li immediately knelt down: "Your subordinate greets Young Master Lei."
Leng Ruo Lei nodded: "Did Ying send you?"
"Your subordinate doesn't know." "
Don't know." Leng Ruo Lei raised an eyebrow: "What happened?"
"I've only heard Young Master Lei's voice, and I can't recognize Ying's voice," Mo Fei Li said calmly.
Leng Ruolei raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Really? I'm hungry."
Mo Feili immediately got up and went into the small kitchen attached to the dormitory, soon bringing out several steaming dishes.
"Quickly, and the cooking is not bad either." Leng Ruolei nodded: "I just wonder how your other skills are progressing."
"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.
"Ruolei, it's you." Fan Zijie looked at him with some surprise: "Is there something you need?"
"Nothing." He went straight up and kissed his lips.
Fan Zijie didn't have time to refuse before being kissed, and made no sound. He abruptly threw him onto the bed beside him, and Leng Ruolei covered him: "Zijie, don't make a sound, behave yourself. If you want to be like the day we first met, I won't object." Fan Zijie's heart sank, recalling
the day they first met.
It was a hot summer afternoon. He avoided the crowds and went to the student council office to take a nap. What was bothering him? Fan Zijie turned his head to continue sleeping, annoyed. But that thing wouldn't let him go, continuing to find his lips. Something wet and hot clung to his lips, refusing to let go. " Go away," Fan Zijie murmured unconsciously. But the wet, hot thing took the opportunity to slip into his mouth, and with a series of moans, he finally opened his eyes reluctantly. 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 instantly, struggling to push the man away. Releasing Fan Zijie, the man stood up. What a handsome young man. Fan Zijie exclaimed sincerely. The young man had fair skin, exquisitely perfect features, a masterpiece of God. His long, midnight-black hair was tied back with a silver headband, and his eyes gazed at Fan Zijie with tenderness, radiating an ethereal aura. "You are truly handsome," the young man suddenly said, "and your skin is so supple, 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. Such a beautiful person was saying such crude things, and he meant it. His mind raced, and his face flushed red. Seeing his embarrassment, the boy suddenly laughed. He pushed him down onto the large desk and then pressed down on him, kisses raining down on Fan Zijie's face and lips. "Let me go." Being treated like this by a boy, Fan Zijie was extremely ashamed and angry. The boy sneered, and with a tearing sound, Fan Zijie's trousers slid to the floor, his immature penis exposed to the air, trembling. "You---." Fan Zijie couldn't speak, only trembling with anger. The boy showed no sign of stopping, continuing his actions. He turned Fan Zijie over. Fan Zijie was startled and struggled violently, kicking and thrashing his legs. "You're really naughty," the boy chuckled, applying slight pressure. With a snap, Fan Zijie's wrist dislocated, hanging limply at his side. "Now, what tricks do you have left?" the boy laughed, his hand not stopping. With another snap, Fan Zijie's right leg was broken. 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, exposing his most secret and intimate parts to the boy. 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."

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a small bottle: "This contains strong liquor. It's not as effective as an aphrodisiac, but it'll do." He poured the liquor into Fan Zijie's anus and inserted his fingers again.
"Hmm, not bad, you can go in now." The boy chuckled, unbuckling his belt with one hand.
Looking down at his already erect member, he thrust into Fan Zijie's body.
It hurt! Fan Zijie felt as if he were being torn apart. He struggled, "It hurts! Let me go!"
"Let you go? What kind of joke is that?" the boy chuckled. He thrust forcefully. Fan Zijie's body stiffened; 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 chuckled, "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 fucked 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 pressed his head down, smiling at Fan Zijie.
He was almost completely naked, sprawled on the large desk, only a few tattered clothes clinging to his body. His anus, lacking proper lubrication, dripped blood mixed with milky fluid, its opening and closing exuding a silent allure.
Click, click. With the sound of the camera shutter, Fan Zijie had a vague premonition that he might never be able to escape this man's grasp in this lifetime.
Looking at Fan Zijie, who was limp beneath him, the young man sneered, "Remember, I am Leng Ruolei. From now on, when you hear this name, you'd better behave yourself, or you'll bear the consequences." As he spoke, he bent down, set Fan Zijie's dislocated joint, and then walked away on his own.
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, 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 need me to do?"
"Is it necessary?" Leng Ruolei said contemptuously. "Just withdraw. I don't need the names of my defeated opponents 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 glanced at him only once 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 you, to follow your preferences, and not to have my own ideas. Protecting you was the top priority. Secondly, I had to always follow my master's wishes." Mo Feili stared intently at Leng Ruolei.
Seeing his focused gaze, Leng Ruolei chuckled and pinched his chin: "Did you do it, Xiao Fei'er?"
"As long as Young Master Lei is satisfied, I've done it," Mo Feili said calmly.
"And what if you don't do it?"
"An unqualified shadow only faces death." Mo Feili spoke calmly and composedly, as if discussing someone else's affairs.
Leng Ruolei looked at the expressionless Mo Feili and laughed loudly, "Alright, then I'll see what you've learned and whether it satisfies me."
Mo Feili nodded quietly. Leng
Ruolei became curious instead. How could someone follow another person so unconditionally?
The ringing of the 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: "Leier, what have you been busy with lately? You haven't come back in ages. Is Green Shade that fun?"
"How could I dare to come back and disturb your honeymoon? How was He Shuying's trip?" he asked ambiguously.
"You, you're just naughty." 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 deal with it.” Leng Ruolei chuckled mischievously.
His dazzling smile stunned Mo Feili, who stared at the smiling face, unable to look away.
“Lei’er, come home for a visit. Your big brother misses you terribly.” Knowing her 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 come back when I have time. Don’t blame me if I bother you.”
She sighed helplessly, “When have I ever blamed you? You’re the one who’s being naughty. Hurry up and come back, or I’ll have to put a warrant for your arrest!”
“Okay, 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 instructed, then hung up the phone.
She glanced at Mo Feili, “Remember this number. From now on, if it’s this number, answer it immediately.”
“Yes.” "
A gentle breeze is most pleasant, and if a beautiful woman is lying on your lap, the feeling is 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, yet he was powerless to resist, only able to weakly submit to his demands.
Reaching out to stroke Leng Ruolei's smooth face, his skin was so delicate, it was hard to imagine that such a slender body could possess such formidable strength. Looking at his own wrist, and stroking Leng Ruolei's slender wrist, was it this hand that had so easily broken his limbs?
"What, have you seen enough?" A gentle voice rippled like water.
Fan Zijie shivered. "I... 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, is something wrong?"
"I want some orange juice, and also, prepare a gift for me, something unique, and 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 Ruolei? Is he like me? He quickly dismissed the thought. This transfer student seems extremely gentle with Ruolei; he's probably already fallen into his trap.
Recalling Leng Ruolei's angelic appearance and cruel nature, Fan Zijie couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"Why the sigh?" Leng Ruolei smiled. "I suppose I've displeased you. I have things to do today and can't satisfy your darling." He whispered intimately in Fan Zijie's ear.
Fan Zijie's heart had just relaxed when his next words plunged him into an abyss. "Wait until I come back tomorrow, then I'll pamper you properly." "
Big brother, how have you been lately?" Leng Ruolei put down his teacup and asked casually.
"Not bad, how about you?"
"Seeing all the flowers of Chang'an in a day."
"You." Leng Wushuang smiled knowingly. "I wonder how many people have suffered at your hands."
"What are you saying? To receive my favor is their honor." Leng Ruolei's eyes sparkled, his beauty 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 so obedient to you, really." Leng Wushuang said disdainfully, "How could I have such a wicked younger brother like you? Really." "You-want-to-ruin-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. "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 both of us. 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'm just 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.
Wushuang patted his cheek tenderly. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing, I saw the Shadow Fiend sent."
"Oh." "How was it? Was he good enough?" Leng Wushuang asked with concern.
"I haven't seen it yet, but it should be good." He lazily raised his hand. "He's a gentle and handsome man. If it doesn't work out, taking him as a concubine wouldn't be bad either."
Leng Wushuang smiled, knowing that this little brother, though seemingly an angel, was actually more terrifying than Satan. "Fine, whatever you want. Any plans lately?"
"I found something fun 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. Will he fall in love with me, the one who abuses him, or will he seek revenge?"
"That? That's certainly interesting. It depends on how you want to play with it."
"I have my own ideas." Leng Ruolei smiled, then stood up. "I'm leaving now, 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.
“Okay.” Ruolei waved casually, “Bye.”

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