KM: Chapter 43

Ji An blinked, still not fully comprehending, when someone covered his eyes from behind and pulled him backward into an embrace. "Don't look, baby." You Chen wrapped his arms around him and led him into the car. Ji An tried to shake the previous scene out of his mind and shifted his attention to the gift in his hand, turning to ask You Chen, "When can I open this?" You Chen smiled. Ji An was so obedient, like a kitten pampered for too long, lacking independence, habitually reliant on his master, but only on the master he had chosen in his heart. Even asking when to open a gift seemed like a clumsy attempt to please. "After we get home and you take a bath." As soon as he finished speaking, Ji An had a good guess of what was inside. He widened his eyes, looking at the gift, and slowly loosened his grip on the bag. You Chen noticed his movement from the corner of his eye, tapped the steering wheel, and asked, "Don't like it? Don't want it anymore?" Hearing this, Ji An quickly hugged the bag tightly again, shaking his head, "No… I want it."

Nervously, he arrived home and sat on the bed waiting for You Chen to finish his bath. Once You Chen was done, he pulled Ji An into the bathroom, providing him only with a white shirt and underwear, nothing else. You Chen held the door handle with his left hand and leaned against the door frame with his right, giving Ji An a kiss on the corner of his lips. Ji An's timid gaze never softened You Chen's heart; it only made him more relentless. "Wash quickly, baby." The door was gently closed. Ji An resignedly withdrew his gaze, slowly washing up, putting on his clothes, and sluggishly opening the door. You Chen had him walk barefoot, leaving wet footprints with each step. His jade-white slender legs resembled the perfect work of a sculptor.

You Chen half-reclined on the sofa, a towel wrapped around his waist. Years of training had given his muscles a smooth and powerful line. Ji An glanced at him and lowered his head again, his thoughts drifting elsewhere, only thinking that the high school student could never compare to You Chen. Under the scorching gaze, Ji An stood before You Chen with his head down, his toes curling involuntarily. You Chen straightened up, extending his right hand to wrap around Ji An's waist, nuzzling affectionately. Without saying a word, he ambiguously kneaded the soft flesh of Ji An's waist, pinching out a beautiful waistline under the loose shirt. If the hem were lifted, one would surely see finger marks, tinged with a sensual red. The only sound in the air was the rustling of fabric. Ji An bit his lip tightly, not knowing that such simple actions could leave him breathless. He thought it was his ears, his neck, his chest, his lower abdomen, all those sensitive points that had been kissed and caressed before. Yet, in this moment of confusion, he suddenly understood that as long as it was someone he liked, wherever their fingers landed, it would stir ripples.

"Why are your legs shaking, little dog?" You Chen asked knowingly, a satisfied smile on his lips. Ji An said nothing. His hand moved to Ji An's legs, and Ji An shuddered, instinctively clamping his legs together. You Chen laughed, curling his fingers to press upwards. Ji An let out a low moan, his knees buckling, collapsing into You Chen's embrace. You Chen held him, his hand still between Ji An's legs, kneading the soft flesh there. Ji An's eyes were red, his forehead resting on You Chen's shoulder, softly whimpering. You Chen kissed his ear and said, "Little dog, I want to play a game with you, but this game might make you uncomfortable, so I need to ask you first." Ji An murmured in agreement, his knees rubbing together.

"If I'm sitting on the sofa, but I want you to sit on the floor, by my legs, would you feel uncomfortable? If I call you little dog, would you feel uncomfortable?" Ji An shook his head, mumbling a no. "Good little dog." You Chen gently placed Ji An on the floor. Ji An knelt between his legs, looking up at him. He placed the gift in Ji An's arms, scratching Ji An's chin, "Now you can open it, little dog." Ji An's eyes brightened, rubbing his face against You Chen, and carefully took out the box, opening it. It was a collar with a bell. Ji An was momentarily stunned. You Chen rubbed his ear, asking, "Don't like it? It's a special gift for the little dog." "I like it," Ji An said softly, then looked up, holding the item out to You Chen. You Chen smiled, taking the collar and guiding Ji An's hand to feel the inside of the collar, where it was engraved with the capital letters, AN. "The little dog's name." Ji An lowered his eyes to look, hearing You Chen ask, "Do you want me to put it on for you, little dog?" Ji An nodded vigorously.

"Then the little dog should say, Ji An belongs to You Chen forever." "Ji An belongs to You Chen forever." With a click, You Chen fastened the collar. The deep brown contrasted with Ji An's fair skin, making him look both innocent and alluring. His slender white neck bore the marks of You Chen's kisses, the bell resting in the hollow of his collarbone, making Ji An appear both pure and enticing. You Chen took out a chain from the box, with a hook at the end, presumably to connect to the collar. The end in his hand was also engraved with capital letters, YOU. He hooked it onto the small ring beneath the bell, lowering his head to plant a kiss on Ji An's lips. "You Chen also belongs to Ji An forever."

Ji An was too stunned to react. You Chen tugged on the chain, forcing him to look up for a kiss. Ji An's face turned red, his lips flushed. You Chen licked his ear, commanding, "Little dog, take off your clothes." With trembling hands, Ji An undid the buttons but didn't take off the shirt. You Chen didn't force him, flicking his chest with his fingers. Ji An whimpered, retreating slightly. "Did I make the little dog uncomfortable? How about the little dog rubs it himself?" You Chen propped his elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his hand, watching leisurely as Ji An stared at him in disbelief. Ji An wanted to shake his head, but You Chen tugged on the chain again, causing him to stumble forward, getting his chin scratched. "Good little dog, rub it for me."

Ji An's head felt swollen, his heart racing, his whole body tinged with a faint red. He slowly raised his hand, placing it on his chest. "Use both hands. Yes. Doesn't the little dog know how to rub?" You Chen's eyes were filled with amusement, making Ji An kneel closer, kneeling upright, then slipping his hand down Ji An's back to knead the soft flesh. "Baby, you've been so good lately, you've gained a little weight." "Does the baby know that rubbing here feels really good?" Ji An's ears turned crimson, almost bleeding. You Chen whispered in his ear, speaking those lewd words seriously, teasing and provocative. "If the little dog doesn't know how, just rub like I do. If you don't learn correctly…" You Chen didn't finish, just like before, he never verbally stated that mistakes would result in punishment. He knew Ji An understood well.

Ji An's actions were clumsy, filled with shame yet also pleasure. He wanted to bite his lip, but You Chen insisted he make noise, or it wouldn't end. He could only close his eyes, open his mouth, and uncontrollably moan. You Chen deliberately said he wasn't doing it right, slapping several times, leaving mottled finger marks. Several times, Ji An's legs gave out, and he sat down, only to be ordered to kneel again, followed by a few more punishing slaps. The crisp sound heightened his shame, making him cry even harder. "Spread your legs a bit, little dog." Ji An obediently spread his legs, kneeling properly. You Chen finally stopped the tormenting punishment, his palm covering Ji An's thigh root, enveloping and kneading. Ji An clung to You Chen's arm, crying and begging for mercy, shouting no. The more he shouted, the more excessive You Chen became, his other hand stirring in Ji An's mouth, forbidding him from begging. Tears streamed down Ji An's face, finally collapsing on the floor, crying.

"Little dog, the floor is cold. Get up." You Chen tugged on the chain, and Ji An choked out, asking You Chen to hold him. You Chen couldn't continue playing, releasing the chain, bending down to pick him up, and walked towards the bed. The chain dragged on the floor, jingling, as Ji An clung to You Chen, calling his name. He called all night, the bell on his neck ringing all night.