KM: Chapter 41

Ji An cried so pitifully that You Chen helplessly reached out to support his waist, nodding as he said, "Alright, alright, I won't take it back. I'll give it to you tonight." "Don't take it back, I won't do it again. I'm sorry, I… I'll eat well at lunch and dinner, okay? You can't take it back…" Ji An's face was tear-streaked, looking both disheveled and adorable. You Chen clicked his tongue, pulled out a few tissues to wipe his tears, and coaxed him, "Alright, I won't take it back. I'll give it to you tonight. But you have to remember what you said." Ji An nodded vigorously, afraid he might change his mind. You Chen pinched his face, his thumb unconsciously rubbing his lips, and smiled, "Why do you always look like this when you cry, your whole face turns red, even your lips." Ji An sniffed, his thin eyelids red and hot, lifting to glance at You Chen. Suddenly, he stuck out his tongue to lick You Chen's fingers. You Chen was momentarily stunned, a smile touching his eyes, but he didn't move, letting Ji An lick at his leisure until he couldn't hold back any longer and switched to his index finger. Ji An was so scared he didn't dare move. You Chen patted Ji An's buttocks with his other hand, saying, "Baby, keep going." His palm was too warm for Ji An to bear, so he shifted forward to try to escape. You Chen raised an eyebrow and reached out to grab Ji An's knee, lifting and releasing it with force. Ji An was forced to straddle his leg. Moving forward became dangerous, while retreating would make him sit on You Chen's open palm. Ji An whimpered, having no choice but to kneel on You Chen's shoulders to escape the predicament. You Chen chuckled, "The little dog has gotten smarter." This position was Ji An's first time experiencing looking down at You Chen, yet it felt even more uncomfortable. You Chen leaned back against the chair, looking up at him. Beneath his calm gaze was a climbing desire, his lips curled in a teasing smile. His high cheekbones cast shadows, and You Chen's innate sense of oppression was as strong as ever. Ji An's eyelashes trembled as he hurriedly looked away. You Chen's fingers began to circle slowly, and as he withdrew them, he complained, "Little dogs love to drool." His legs went weak, nearly causing him to sit down. You Chen was a natural leader; Ji An had no choice but to comply. "Come closer." Ji An obediently bent down, leaning towards You Chen, stopping at what he thought was the right distance. However, You Chen frowned slightly and asked, "Did I say stop?" His fingers tightened on You Chen's shoulders, and he slowly leaned closer, closer, until their noses touched. Only then did You Chen finally say stop, allowing Ji An to exhale the breath he didn't dare release. You Chen suddenly raised his finger, the one covered in Ji An's saliva, pressing it against Ji An's lips, and softly ordered, "Lick it clean, little dog." Ji An's pupils constricted, and he suddenly found it hard to breathe. The distance was too close. If he stuck out his tongue to lick, he might accidentally touch You Chen's lips. Ji An didn't dare move. You Chen pressed his lower back, asking, "Did you hear me?" Ji An blinked, trembling as he stuck out his tongue to lick You Chen's fingers. It was too close. You Chen's gaze became too hot. He knew that at such a close distance, You Chen could see clearly—his expression, his eyes, his trembling teeth, his increasingly flushed face. He licked stiffly and cautiously, and You Chen saw it all, saw it clearly. Ji An's breathing grew more rapid, these thoughts constantly bombarding his mind until his vision blurred and his scalp tingled. This kind of mental stimulation was something You Chen seemed adept at. "Does it feel good? Your eyes are squinting. Do little dogs feel good licking others?" Ji An's legs went weak, his body swayed as if to sit down. You Chen grabbed his waist, holding him steady. He suddenly thought, You Chen is really strong. "Keep going. I didn't say stop, so you can't stop." Ji An's fingers trembled, and he slowly resumed licking. You Chen's index finger deliberately moved closer to himself, forcing Ji An to lean closer. As expected, his tongue brushed against You Chen's lips. You Chen chuckled softly, not moving. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest, but he didn't dare stop. His tongue grew sore. You Chen slightly parted his lips, extending his tongue to touch Ji An's through his fingers, then withdrew the finger, holding Ji An's head and kissing him. He left a row of teeth marks on Ji An's lips before biting his tongue. When the hand on his waist loosened, Ji An lost his support and sat down, pressed against the table by You Chen's forceful kiss. Ji An felt pain but couldn't push him away. You Chen's fingers, wet and pressing on his collarbone, circled around, then slowly moved up, sliding over his Adam's apple. Ji An shivered, his whole body going limp, his mouth open and vulnerable, shiny with a clear row of teeth marks. You Chen glanced at it, not stopping, instead leaning in to bite again. Ji An kept whimpering, seeming not quite conscious. Even when You Chen held him in his arms, he was still crying, not knowing if he had taken another photo. You Chen took out wet wipes from the drawer, cleaning Ji An's face and mouth. Ji An squinted, nestled in You Chen's arms, and fell asleep after being comforted for a while. You Chen carried him to the sofa, took off his coat to cover him, bent down to leave a kiss on Ji An's forehead, and turned to leave the office. At lunch, Ji An was very obedient, likely scared by the morning's words. His reward mechanism seemed particularly effective on Ji An. Ji An was very suited to being a little dog. He was pain-loving yet obedient, afraid of punishment, greedy for rewards. "Tonight we'll have dinner with Chu Longyu." You Chen wiped Ji An's mouth clean. Ji An's eyes lit up at his words, cautiously asking, "What about my gift?" He smiled helplessly, "I said I'd give it to you, so I will." Ji An nodded, "Okay." You Chen was busy in the afternoon, leaving Ji An alone in the office, curled up in the office chair watching a movie You Chen had put on for him. He fell asleep watching it, not knowing You Chen had come in once, turned down the computer's volume, watched him for a while, and then left. When he woke up, it was already late. The movie had long since ended. You Chen pushed the door open from outside, saw he was awake, and smiled, "Perfect timing, it's time to eat. Let's go." He yawned, holding You Chen's coat as he stood up, handed the coat to You Chen, and was led out by the hand. Only then did he remember they were at the company, and some people hadn't left. Coming out of You Chen's office like this, people would know. Ji An instinctively tried to withdraw his hand, hiding behind You Chen. You Chen frowned and looked back at him. Ji An uttered an "ah" and obediently hugged You Chen's arm again, softly asking, "Won't they see?" "So what?" Ji An choked, not knowing how to answer, and dared not stay silent. He could only call You Chen's name, a response that answered nothing. Fortunately, You Chen understood him, responding with a hum and pulling him into his embrace, saying, "We're not in a secret relationship, little dog."