September 12th: Another night spent with Ji Yue’nian at the Hot Springs Resort, that makes it the second night in a row.
Luckily, these past two days are Saturday and Sunday.
Sigh.
I never thought the day would come when I’d be ruled by my lower half. Truly, desire is original sin. I must remember this well as a lesson for the future.
His fingers paused as Jiang Chi put down his phone for the moment, turning his head to look at that patch of the bed that had been thoroughly ravaged…
… Pah! No, what he saw was a beautiful long-haired woman, who had already removed her toys, cleaned her body, and been changed into a bathrobe by him before being carried back to bed, now sound asleep.
The pristine white bathrobe could hardly conceal her graceful curves. Yet Jiang Chi knew well that beneath that loose bathrobe, there was not a single spot of normal skin; her entire body was covered in kiss marks and bite marks—startling to the eye and chilling to the heart.
This, of course, was the “masterpiece” of a certain man who had lost himself to desire.
Retracting his gaze, Jiang Chi resumed tapping away on his phone.
It seems I’ve developed some strange feelings toward Ji Yue’nian… Uh… I want her to continue her descent as a woman, yet I also want her to stay in this ts-girl form. I can’t really say it clearly, but anyway, it’s all very strange.
And these two days, I even “played” with Ji Yue’nian. I won’t describe the details, but not only did I feel great in the process, my heart was completely at ease.
If it was Ji Yue’nian’s hand that relieved me physically, then playing with Ji Yue’nian seemed to have calmed my heart as well…
I might be ill.
To actually take pleasure in tormenting someone. Though from Ji Yue’nian’s look she seemed to enjoy it, I really should find time to see a therapist someday.
Jiang Chi liked to keep a diary.
Not only because he’d read in a book once that the human brain was like a faulty hard drive, and all the things one thought were important would eventually blur away, as if time wiped the disk clean. So he liked to record everything in a notebook.
But also because of the motto, “Examine oneself three times a day.” Writing a diary would push his mind to reflect on the day’s events—right or wrong, good or evil.
Now, in the relative clarity that diary-writing brought him, he was dissecting his own heart bit by bit.
From the anger of being drugged to the exhilaration of striking back at Ji Yue’nian, from using her little mouth to solve his lust to reflecting on what to do with her as his desire cooled, from wanting only to give Ji Yue’nian a small punishment, to finding her quite amusing, and then losing control and toying with her harshly.
It was like peeling an onion, layer by layer stripping away his own heart, Jiang Chi faced all the emotions piling up in the dark corners of his soul: possessiveness, pleasure-seeking, lust, the urge to torment, the urge to bully.
As the Daoist thought goes: man has three thousand desires. Jiang Chi, being more or less a normal person, naturally had all seven emotions and six desires too—only he could control them well.
But before, Ji Yue’nian had set off his desires, causing all that followed. Only when the desire ebbed did Jiang Chi return from his perverse, tormenting state.
Strictly speaking, that perverse tormentor was also Jiang Chi—it was just the accumulation of countless dark, negative emotions during this recent time, caught between “Ji Qingchan” and Ji Yue’nian, teetering on the edge of madness.
Now, everything had been unleashed on Ji Yue’nian. Like breaking free of shackles and dispersing the haze from his soul, he naturally felt relaxed and at ease.
As for Ji Yue’nian, well, every debt has its debtor. And with her Innate Simo Saint Body, she’d been thoroughly pleased by Jiang Chi’s play. Who knows, maybe she’d awaken some special tastes in the future.
“Mm~”
Just then, the beauty on the bed let out a soft whimper and woke up. Jiang Chi put down his phone and walked over, meeting those timid yet faintly satisfied eyes.
“Ji Yue’nian, how do you feel?” He bent down slightly, patting the beauty’s cheek.
The beauty blinked in a daze. Seeing it was Jiang Chi, she instinctively shrank her neck. But remembering her manly identity, she put on a show of calm and forced herself to say toughly, “So, are you satisfied with my compensation?”
“Hmph! All for you, my butt still hurts, my waist’s sore, and my lower half has no strength at all.”
“And my mouth—who knew you liked to bite… thinking of all those marks on my belly… never mind, never mind, I’m a man, I won’t hold it against you.”
Pfft!
Jiang Chi couldn’t help it, and burst out laughing.
Clearly a timid beauty, but she pretended to be overbearing, and could even say such uncouth words with so much confidence.
Ji Yue’nian in this state was so adorable, he wanted to play with her until she cried again.
“Hey, stop laughing, I’m being serious! Will you accept my compensation or not?”
“I will, I will.” Jiang Chi nodded, still grinning.
After confirming several times that Jiang Chi had accepted her compensation, Ji Yue’nian closed her eyes, as if feeling for something. After a while, she opened her beautiful eyes again, a trace of puzzlement in them.
“That’s strange. I’ve already compensated you, so why do I still feel uneasy, even a little guilty?”
“How about… we do it again?” Jiang Chi blurted out.
Ji Yue’nian’s expression froze. Then she forced a smile and refused, “Forget it, let’s wait till next time.”
Just this once was enough to keep her from getting out of bed. If they did it again so soon, she was afraid she’d die on the bed.
Thinking that, she closed her eyes again, carefully sensing her body’s condition.
Sore, aching, swollen, but also a strange sense of satisfaction—yes, satisfaction.
A strange look flickered across Ji Yue’nian’s face.
It wasn’t just physical satisfaction, but spiritual satisfaction as well. That strange feeling was like her soul had tasted some gourmet delicacy—utterly addictive.
This had never happened before when Jiang Chi satisfied her. Thinking back over the past two days, Jiang Chi’s rough, unrestrained actions, humiliating words, personal shame…
A strange thought surfaced in Ji Yue’nian’s mind.
Being treated like this, she actually found it quite enjoyable. Deep down, she seemed to like being played with this way.
Damn!
Could she really be an m?
After being played by Jiang Chi for two days and a night, aside from some discomfort, she felt no disgust at all—on the contrary, she almost looked forward to next time.
Hiss!
Maybe she should see a therapist.
“Ji Yue’nian.” Suddenly, Jiang Chi spoke beside her. She turned her head to see Jiang Chi sitting on the bed, looking at her, licking his dry lips, his voice a little hoarse: “When’s next time?”
“…” Ji Yue’nian fell silent.
She strongly suspected that the effects of the drug on Jiang Chi still hadn’t completely worn off. Ugh… why did she tell Miss Receptionist to add several times the dose in the first place?
Oh right, it was for her own male pride. She’d never been rejected in her life… yet ended up flipping the script, getting tied up by Jiang Chi and taught a lesson in love.
“Next month.” She brushed it off casually. She couldn’t outright refuse—who knew whether Jiang Chi’s reason or desire was in charge now.
Besides, the two of them were just simple bed partners—bed partners cared about their own feelings, not their partner’s.
She was genuinely a little scared Jiang Chi would once again be ruled by his little head and pin her down for another round regardless of anything.
It felt good, but after that, she really couldn’t get out of bed.