Campus Prince

Hearing his words, Leng Ruolei not only didn't stop crying, but cried even harder. "Big brother, I know your heart. You've always doted on me the most, which is why you were willing to be threatened by that devil. I became a burden to you when you were in your most difficult time, and I hurt you. No, I was wrong. You don't owe me anything. I should go back, go back to your side, because only you can let me sleep peacefully."
Gently stroking the shoulders and back of the person in his arms, he understood the self-blame in his heart, but he couldn't stop him from thinking like this. He could only helplessly hug him and gently coax him, "Lei'er, don't cry. Look, you've cried your little face all messed up. You're not pretty anymore."
Hearing Wushuang's gentle voice, Leng Ruolei stopped crying. "Big brother, I want to ask for a few days off to go back and be with you, okay?"
"No." Wushuang shook his head and wiped away the tears on his face. "Sometimes you have to walk alone. I can't stop you from flying high. I know you will provide me with the best medical care, right?"
"Of course." With a long sigh, Ruolei said proudly, "After all, I'm going to study medicine for big brother."
He remembered that little boy standing in front of him, saying with a proud face, "Big brother, I'm going to study medicine. I don't want you to have nightmares anymore."
"You were only 11 years old then, so young." Recalling the past, Wu Shuang couldn't help but sigh, "Standing in front of me, you were so proud, determined to do it. I thought you were just talking, but I never expected you to actually get into Harvard. It gave me a huge shock."
"Yeah, the expression on your face back then was so funny." Leng Ruolei laughed, "I still laugh when I think about it now. You were so silly, it wasn't like you at all."
"You." He gently pinched his nose, "You're always laughing at me. Okay, I'm going to sleep now, come keep me company."
Leng Ruolei smiled and reached out his hand, calling softly, "Big Brother." Wu Shuang
gave Ruolei a helpless glare, then, just like when they were children, she took off his clothes and carried him to bed.
Mo Feili coldly watched the two sleeping embracing each other on the bed, his eyes filled with pain. He didn't care about Fan Zijie, nor Ning Wuhen, because he knew that the young master didn't truly love them. But the eldest young master was different. He had easily stolen the young master's entire attention. No, not stolen; he had never held a place in the young master's heart, so how could he steal it? He was merely the young master's shadow, a shadow that could only exist under the lamplight of the night. In the bright sunlight, he could only hide far away, and no one would notice his existence.
Inadvertently, he met a pair of dark eyes, eyes filled with pain: "I am Mo Feili, who are you?" For some reason, he knew the other person was one of his kind.
"I am Mo Feiyan, the eldest young master's shadow." His cold words simply stated his identity and then fell silent, only saying when he saw the raw emotion in the other's eyes: "Don't think he will like you, and don't show your emotions, otherwise you will definitely suffer."
"Why?" Mo Feili pressed.
Mo Feiyan shut her mouth and stopped speaking.
"What exactly do you mean?" Mo Feili couldn't help but feel anxious. He knew that Mo Feiyan had been by Leng Wushuang's side for a long time and must know many secrets.
Mo Feiyan shook his head heavily: "Don't know too much, it won't do you any good. Listen to me if you want, or don't if you don't." His gaze shifted to Leng Wushuang, gentle and affectionate, full of longing.
Mo Feili stared blankly at Mo Feiyan, then suddenly seemed to understand something and blurted out: "You're talking about me, aren't you the same?"
Mo Feiyan paused, then smiled bitterly: "Yes, what right do I have to talk about you? Aren't I the same?"
Leng Ruolei on the bed suddenly opened his eyes: "What are you babbling about here? Are you looking for death?"
The two of them trembled at the same time, and Mo Feili stared at Leng Ruolei with wide eyes in panic: "Young Master Lei, me?"
Leng Ruolei's eyes flashed with fierce power as he stared coldly at them.
Mo Feiyan turned and left the room, and Mo Feili hurriedly followed.
Leng Ruolei looked at his sleeping elder brother beside him and sighed deeply. How spirited and invincible Leng Wushuang had been back then, a man of unparalleled skill and ambition, a peerless figure in the world. Now, he had fallen to such a state, unable even to find sleep.
Time slowly passed. Feili came in several times, but was always sent away because Leng Wushuang was still fast asleep. "Feili, go get my computer."
Looking at Leng Wushuang's sleeping face, a strange smile appeared on Ruolei's lips. He opened the computer with one hand and sent an email to He Shuying, mimicking Wushuang's tone.
Shuying:
What are you doing? Are you being good?
Did you leave anything scattered all over the house?
I'm fine here, don't worry about me, and don't come down.
I'll be back in a few days.
Wushuang.
"Little rascal." Leng Wushuang reached out and ruffled his hair. "You're so naughty."
"You're finally awake." Ruolei smiled. "You can really sleep! You slept for three whole days."
"Three days!" Wushuang exclaimed. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Why would I wake you?" Ruolei lay lazily in Wushuang's arms. "You haven't slept well for a long time. Why would I wake you if you were asleep?"
Seeing a fleeting glint of tenderness in Ruolei's eyes, Wushuang gently stroked his long hair. "Leier, don't think too little about yourself. Remember, your big brother only has you as his treasure in this world. You must protect yourself."
Ruolei smiled sweetly and said softly, "Big brother, I'll listen to you, okay?"
Leng Wushuang smiled. "Where's Mofeiyan? Did he cause you any trouble?"
Leng Ruolei frowned almost imperceptibly, but smiled and said, "Nothing. What trouble could he cause me? It's not you."
"What did you say?" Leng Wushuang laughed as she flipped over and pinned Leng Ruolei beneath her, gripping his slender, white neck. "I'll strangle you, you little brat."
Ruolei chuckled, offering no resistance, his bright eyes fixed on Wushuang. In those eyes, there was the spoiled willfulness of a pampered child, the arrogance he had cultivated, and a strong soul.
"Lei'er." Wushuang's heart ached. "My darling, what am I going to do?"
"Brother, don't be so troubled!" Ruolei said gently, holding Wushuang's neck. "I'm your precious jewel, you wouldn't want me to suffer, would you?"
Seeing Wushuang nod silently, Ruolei smiled, his smile bright and sunny. "Then just keep spoiling me, won't you?"
"When have I ever stopped spoiling you?" Leng Wushuang laughed. "It's you little devil, I asked you to come to Huanyu to help me, but you refused. You insisted on staying in this school, getting moldy, and making trouble. Really."
"Brother." Leng Ruolei shook his arm coquettishly. "I have to go out for a bit. I've missed several days of classes, I can't not go."
"You." He playfully pinched Leng Ruolei's high nose. "You've got several doctoral degrees, and you still care so much about school?"
"No, you have to act like a character when you're playing one." She broke free from Leng Wushuang's hand. "I'm leaving now. My lab is over there. Do whatever you want."
"Little brat." Helpless, she kissed his cheek. "Go ahead, I have things to do."
Watching Ruolei leave with lingering concern, Leng Wushuang's gaze suddenly deepened: "Mo Feiyan."
A tall, slender figure immediately approached: "Young Master." He knelt on one knee.
"Tell me the truth, what have you been doing these past few days?"
Mo Feiyan trembled, looking at Leng Wushuang with fear, daring not to say a word.
Seeing Mo Feiyan remain silent, only staring at him, Leng Wushuang felt a surge of anger and kicked Mo Feiyan: "Come with me."
Arriving at Ruolei's laboratory, Leng Wushuang couldn't help but chuckle: "Well done, Lei'er. You really understand people."
A dazzling array of various supplies, clearly all newly developed masterpieces by Ruolei, were on display. He casually picked up a needle: "Such exquisite craftsmanship. If it were used on you, it would be quite interesting. I really want to see if you'd still maintain this facade then, hmm?"
Mo Feiyan's eyes widened in fear, unable to utter a word. He was already accustomed to his master's inexplicable anger and had long been prepared to endure any harm inflicted by his master.
His long hair was violently pulled up, forcing him to raise his head. His beautiful face was fully exposed to Leng Wushuang's eyes.
His face was extremely beautiful, with slightly furrowed brows, delicate features, and eyes like autumn water, full of desolation. His smooth skin radiated an alluring glow, and his thin red lips were tightly pursed. His graceful neck was long and white, exuding a fatal temptation.
But Leng Wushuang showed no pity whatsoever, coldly looking down at Mo Feiyan: "Take off your clothes."
Mo Feiyan obediently took off all his clothes, kneeling naked before Leng Wushuang. His snow-white skin was covered with countless, incalculable scars.
Playing with the silver needles in his hand, Leng Wushuang smiled coldly: "Mo Feiyan, come here."
Mo Feiyan crawled to Wushuang's side: "Tie your hair up there."
Mo Feiyan looked at where he pointed—two rings hanging vertically from the ceiling. If she hung her hair from the ceiling and tied her hands to the rings, she could only kneel on the bed in the room. But how could she tie herself up like that? Mo Feiyan was troubled and couldn't help but steal a glance at Leng Wushuang. He had a stern face, like a statue of strength and beauty.
Leng Wushuang didn't look at Mo Feiyan. He just stared blankly at the night outside the window, his mind filled with memories of the past.
In those distant nights,
the repeated lewd moans and whispers,
the torn pain still lingered in his heart,
every moment in the midnight
felt like a year
.
Only when he saw that angelic smiling face could he let down his guard and fall asleep beside him.
Turning his gaze back, he coldly surveyed Mo Feiyan's body: "Still not moving? Do you want me to do it myself?" With that, he strode forward and shoved Mo Feiyan heavily onto the bed.
"Lie down."
At Leng Wushuang's command, Mo Feiyan obediently knelt on the bed, his buttocks raised high: "Young Master, you???"
His terrified words revealed his deep fear. Leng Wushuang looked at him contemptuously: "Scared? I think you're much stronger than I was back then."
Hearing Leng Wushuang's words, Mo Feiyan's heart tightened. Of course, he knew what had happened back then. Five years of suffering had turned the once gentle and cheerful boy into a cold and bloodthirsty one, made the once spirited and pampered boy fickle and unpredictable, and subjected him to countless punishments and daily torment.
He knew Leng Wushuang didn't like to talk about that past; no one who knew about it dared to bring it up. It was a wound that Leng Wushuang could never erase. And if he did bring it up, would he suffer even more cruel treatment? But what did a little suffering matter if it made the young master happy?
Mo Feiyan couldn't help but smile, an extremely alluring smile.
This smile, however, only fueled Leng Wu's anger: "You dare to smile? Fine, let's see if you can still laugh."
He picked up the specially made lighter from the bedside table and forcefully shoved it into Mo Feiyan's anus.
The lighter was on, and Mo Feiyan felt a burning sensation emanating from her lower body. It wasn't the uncontrollable passion and desire the young master had caused her to take aphrodisiacs to toy with her; it was a real flame, faint but undeniably real, slowly burning her inner walls.
Young master, what a hateful heart you have.
Without even moving, Mo Feiyan silently endured the pain inflicted by Leng Wushuang.
Seeing the pain in Mo Feiyan's eyes, Leng Wushuang merely smiled coldly, "Does it hurt? It can't hurt more than I did back then, can it?" He gently stroked Mo Feiyan's long hair. "Back then, I swore I would take revenge in my lifetime. He's been reduced to ashes by me, and now you've come again. I know you were prepared for me by him."
Mo Feiyan's heart tightened. He couldn't forget his first mission;
the exceptionally cruel and bloody scene kept replaying in his mind, planting a seed of fear within him, yet his love for Mo Feiyan only intensified because of it.
The flames were slowly licking at his soft skin, and Mo Feiyan couldn't help but furrow his brow in pain. Would this allow him to die? Then the young master wouldn't be constantly reminded of that unbearable memory because of his existence, and the young master would surely be better off.
"Don't think you can get away with this so easily. Didn't you say you wanted to atone for him? I haven't even tasted your pain yet!" A cold smile appeared on his face as he reached for a lighter, letting it leave a deep wound on the inside of Mo Feiyan's body.
His hand slowly slipped into Mo Feiyan's anus.
Mo Feiyan's eyes widened in shock, the extreme pain rendering him speechless. He had followed Leng Wushuang for ten years, but this was the first time he had been treated like this. Even though he knew that as a shadow, he had an obligation to satisfy his master's desires when needed, the young master had never done so. His education had never included anything about sex, simply because it was a right reserved for the young master.
Was the young master planning to exercise that right today? He couldn't tell whether he felt joy or pain. Even though he knew he would never receive good treatment, he couldn't ignore the deep-seated desire within him.
A sharp pain shot through his back, and he shuddered, looking pleadingly at Leng Wushuang.
Leng Wushuang merely glanced at him coldly, his five fingers curled like hooks, pounding viciously into his soft and vulnerable inner walls.
Mo Feiyan arched his back in pain, curling into a ball. Leng Wushuang ruthlessly pried open his fingers one by one, penetrating even deeper into his body. The tight anus gripped Leng Wushuang's hand tightly, the part that had just been burned by the fire now torn open by such cruel treatment, crimson blood slowly flowing down his long thighs, winding into a bloody stream.
Leng Wushuang looked at Mo Feiyan arrogantly, then abruptly pulled his hand away. The merciless action naturally brought Mo Feiyan even greater pain, and he couldn't help but groan, then bit his lip.
Leng Ruolei leaned against the door, calmly watching all of this, knowing that Leng Wushuang had seen him immediately.
"Leier, when did you get here?" Leng Wushuang didn't care that his younger brother had witnessed this bloody scene.
"I've been here for a while, big brother, this isn't fun."
"Is that so? Then what good games do you have?" Leng Wushuang smiled. He knew this younger brother all too well; beneath the angelic face lay two hearts, a devil and an angel.
"Fei Li." Without answering his brother's question, Leng Ruolei called out to his shadow in a deep voice.
Mo Fei Li emerged from behind the door, his slender body trembling slightly.
Leng Ruolei seemed not to notice, and simply ordered, "Bring me my 'Xiaoyao'."
Mo Fei Li nodded, and a moment later, a delicate little bottle was placed in Leng Ruolei's hand.
Leng Ruolei leisurely fiddled with the small bottle: "Big brother, do you know what 'Xiaoyao' is?"
"You little rascal." He casually tapped Leng Wushuang on the head: "There are so many variations, how could I possibly know them all?"
"This is my masterpiece." Leng Ruolei snuggled into Leng Wushuang's arms like a cat: "It can produce intense pleasure from even slight physical stimulation, and as the stimulation intensifies, the pleasure increases, but you can never reach a true climax. Big brother, isn't that interesting?"
"It's rather boring." Leng Wushuang shook his head in disagreement: "Do you spend all day in the lab researching these things? Then I really doubt where you got your nickname 'Devil Angel'."
"Not just 'Devil Angel,' but also 'Pearl of the Orient'." Leng Ruolei laughed smugly.
"You naughty boy." Leng Wushuang chuckled and pinched his nose. "How are we going to play? With this? It seems too simple."
"Playing with him won't be simple at all. Haven't you always wanted to see him break down? Today, I guarantee your wish will come true." Leng Ruolei laughed, his angelic, flawless face particularly striking.
"Then let's begin."
"Feili, apply this anywhere on his body, but don't apply too much," Leng Ruolei instructed. He glanced up and saw Leng Wushuang's questioning gaze: "This kind of medicine isn't about quantity. Just watch."
A small amount of powder was applied to his shoulder, and Mo Feili tried his best not to irritate his wounds.
But even just a little powder caused Mo Feiyan's body to arch sharply, his pale, bloodless lips trembling as he let out a soft groan.
"How interesting." Leng Wushuang laughed. "Lei'er, you truly deserve the title of 'Devil Angel.'"
He strode to the bedside, grabbing his vulnerable member with one hand, easily igniting an endless flame. "Young Master." Mo Feiyan's voice became hoarse, incredibly sexy, arousing an urge to pamper him, yet some remained unmoved. What
was this flame? Mo Feiyan was utterly bewildered.
Every part of his body was engulfed by this flame, overwhelming him with boundless desire. His member was already erect, the intense pleasure stimulating him to climb higher and higher, the peak standing there—it was none other than Leng Wushuang.
Alluring moans echoed in the room. Mo Feiyan could no longer control himself, reaching for his own member. Leng Wushuang sneered, letting him hold his member in his hand, stroking it up and down.

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