Song Chenyi seemed to ignore me, putting away his phone as he began counting down mercilessly.

“Three—”

This was the sign of his impending anger.

“Be good, little puppy. You wouldn’t want me to punish you in public, would you? That wouldn’t be a pretty sight.”

At this moment, his earlier threats echoed clearly in my mind. My lips trembled.

“Two—”

“If you don’t want that, you can continue to test me.”

“One—”

“I’ll go! I’ll go eat!”

My sobbing surrender coincided with the final second of his countdown.

Only then did Song Chenyi’s lips curve slightly in a gentle smile. He reached out, ruffling my hair as he stepped aside for me.

“Good boy, Xiaoxi. Go back and eat.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill. Song Chenyi noticed and kindly reminded me with a smile.

“Wash your face before you go.”

I paused for a moment and nodded. But once I started washing up, it hit me—he wasn’t being kind at all.

The gentle facade was torn away as he pulled out the control panel, completely without restraint—changing things five times in just ten seconds.

I couldn’t even finish washing my face. I barely wiped away the old tears before new ones began to flow again. My legs twisted beneath me, barely able to hold me up.

Finally, I managed to turn off the faucet, gasping for breath. My chin was wet with what I couldn’t tell if it was water or tears.

Song Chenyi frowned, handing me a tissue.

“Continue.”

Ignoring the presence of others, I threw myself into his arms, wiping my face messily while whispering my pleas.

“Please, stop. Stop for a moment… don’t do this…”

But Song Chenyi just pushed me away, grabbing my head and forcing me back in front of the sink.

“If it’s not clean, do it again.”

“Master…”

My entire body shook like a fragile autumn leaf.

“Three—”

Song Chenyi lowered his gaze, unwilling to waste any more words.

I turned pale and obediently lowered my head.

I barely managed to hold back my tears, but my pants were already soaked. Thankfully, the dark color didn’t make the wet spot too noticeable.

Song Chenyi didn’t care, glancing at his phone and then softly reminding me.

“Let’s go back now. Your dad is probably getting worried.”

“Yes, Master…”

My voice was weak, and I was completely subdued.

“In public, call me ‘Gege.'”

Song Chenyi smirked in satisfaction, offering me his arm to lean on.

I was limp all over, my attitude just as soft as my body. Weakly and hoarsely, I whispered, “Gege.”

Clinging to him like a lifeline, I followed him like a conjoined twin.

He didn’t mind, casually playing with his phone as we walked back. That short distance felt like an eternity.

By the time we reached the room, not just one spot—my entire pants leg was damp.

“Brother, I’m sorry. Please, can we stop for now? Punish me later, but not here…”

At the door of the private room, I leaned against him, nearly sobbing.

But Song Chenyi only ruffled my hair, his dark eyes calm and smiling.

“No can do, little puppy. You asked for this.”

It felt like lightning had struck me. How could I be such an unlucky dog? Not only did I make a mistake, but I also got caught…

Tearless and defeated, I followed him into the room like a puppet.

“Why did it take so long? Hurry, eat before the food gets cold.”

Dad greeted us warmly, gesturing for us to sit down. Auntie Song smiled as well.

I couldn’t smile at all. Even the curve of my lips felt stiff.

But Song Chenyi, ever composed, gently helped me sit down while keeping his usual smile.

“Sure, Uncle.”

The moment I sat down, I realized something was wrong. The seat pressed exactly where the “toy” was stuck—right at the most vulnerable, unbearable spot.

In just one second, tears welled up again as I glanced at Song Chenyi in desperation.

But he pretended not to notice, calmly picking up his chopsticks and offering me some food.

“Xiaoxi, have some of this—it’s good for your brain.”

Damn him! He’s mocking me!

With his words and actions hitting me both, I gripped my bowl, on the verge of losing it.

Song Chenyi watched the entire scene unfold with amusement, his low chuckle barely audible to anyone but me.

“What’s wrong? Do you need Master to feed you?”

The dangerous warning alarms blared again. Trembling, I forced myself to pick up the food, my hands shaking.

My dad, seeing my sloppy posture, couldn’t help but scold me.

“Sit properly! Don’t slouch while eating.”

Dad, do you think this is by choice?

Gnashing my teeth and holding in my frustration, I swallowed the food along with my resentment.

“Mm…”

And yet, Song Chenyi had to make it worse.

“Yes, Xiaoxi, sitting like that will affect your circulation. Straighten your leg.”

Saying that, he reached over to straighten my leg, his hand creeping in as he did.

In that instant, I swore I heard fireworks going off in my mind—everything went blank.

Song Chenyi just smirked, not moving his hand.

By the time the last drop of cum was spurt from my sick. I felt like I was barely holding myself together, completely drained.

I don’t even remember how the meal ended or what expressions Dad and Auntie Song had. All I know is that when I got home and collapsed on my bed, I felt like a pile of mush.

But, of course, it wasn’t over. This was just the beginning.

At some point, Song Chenyi entered my room, locking the door behind him as he leaned lazily against it, his dark, playful gaze fixed on me.

Sensing his presence, I turned to look at him, instinctively pleading.

“No, Master… please, not tonight!”

But he just calmly pulled off his belt, wrapping it slowly around his hand, a finger pressed to his lips as he smiled.

“Shh… be good, little puppy. The night is just beginning.”

“After all, you wouldn’t want your father to find out that his little son is in heat all the time, would you?”

(end)