Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 13

Chen Yang turned his head to look at her, a half-smile curving his lips.

Liang Yun’s face immediately froze. She tugged at the corner of her mouth but couldn’t think of a single appropriate thing to say.

“That’s not your style at all,” Chen Yang said, playfully tapping the eyelash stickers on her Beetle’s headlight. His voice was full of amusement. “Or perhaps, this is your true style?”

Liang Yun glared at him fiercely: Do you really think that’s any of your business?

If anyone else had teased her about such a juvenile touch, she would have either genuinely shrugged it off or faked indifference, playing along to make the interaction pass quickly.

But hearing the words come from Chen Yang created a strange, inexplicable knot of defiance in her chest.

“Dr. Chen, please move. I won’t be responsible if I hit you.” Liang Yun shifted her large commuter bag to the front of her body, as if trying to use it as a shield. With a cold expression, she shuffled toward the car door.

Chen Yang watched her, thoroughly entertained, like a hunter who has set a trap and observes an overconfident prey bypassing a fake danger he had placed, stepping closer and closer to the center of the real trap. The prey even gives him the middle finger, completely unaware that she’s about to be captured alive.

The moment Liang Yun pulled the car door open, a strong gust of air rushed past her back.

Chen Yang’s large hand snatched her and practically tossed her into the back seat. Her car keys were simultaneously seized and inserted into the ignition by the person who had now, with complete authority, slid into the driver’s seat.

“You—” Liang Yun was momentarily stunned by his quick succession of moves. His sudden, aggressive high-handedness was an unbudgeted problem, entirely outside her course syllabus. “Where is my Puzzle bag?!”

Chen Yang laughed in exasperation at Liang Yun: At a time like this, her biggest concern is her purse?!

“Aren’t you going to call the police?” Chen Yang turned his head back, reached for her precious bag, and tossed it onto the passenger seat, deliberately giving her time.

Liang Yun just glared at him, tight-lipped, saying nothing.

A short but intense silence.

“Then I’ll take that as consent,” Chen Yang said, adjusting the seat height and starting the engine.

It wasn’t until Chen Yang had driven the car out of the garage and merged into the street traffic that Liang Yun quietly asked, “Where are we going?”

She said “we,” not “you.”

From the moment she was caught like a kitten, grasped by the scruff of her neck, and tossed into the back of her own car, Liang Yun had already accepted the fact that she was going with him.

“You chose not to call the police, which means you accept being taken anywhere. Doesn’t it?” Chen Yang looked at Liang Yun in the rearview mirror. “Now, take off your pants and kneel down in the back seat!”

Liang Yun uttered a questioning “Ah?” She seemed slow to react, instead turning her head to look at the stream of cars outside. The sky had already grown dark, and the streetlights were switching on, one after another.

“I’ll count to three,” Chen Yang commanded in a low voice while calmly driving. “Three… Two…”

Liang Yun’s body had long since betrayed her reason. A rush of heat between her legs gushed out impatiently by the time he reached “two.”

She slowly and awkwardly pulled off her pants. Just as she was about to kneel on the seat, Chen Yang’s voice came again, icy and emotionless: “Underwear!”

Liang Yun glanced worriedly outside, which immediately earned her: “Can’t you understand me?! Do I need to stop the car and teach you?!”

She clamped her thighs together, trying to make her movements as discreet as possible, and carefully took off her panties.

Chen Yang stretched one hand back. “Give them to me.”

Liang Yun obediently placed the small, crumpled ball of white silk and lace into his hand.

Chen Yang rubbed the distinctly dark, damp patch between his fingers and seemed to click his tongue in satisfaction.

“Now, kneel with your head facing the back, legs apart, lower your waist, and arch your butt up. I need to clearly see your front and back in the rearview mirror!”

Liang Yun was utterly humiliated now, clutching the seat cover and trying to keep her voice down. “Can we not… There are so many cars outside…”

“Was I not clear enough?! Do I need to stop the car to instruct you?!”

Tears started welling up in Liang Yun’s eyes, yet she strangely couldn’t form the word “no,” as if she had forfeited the option to resist from the very beginning. A small voice deep inside told her: Do as he says. This is how you want Chen Yang to treat you, isn’t it?

Liang Yun obediently arranged herself into the required position on the back seat, burying her head low, praying that other drivers wouldn’t look their way.

Chen Yang observed her every movement in the rearview mirror. He kept close to the greenery, driving steadily in the shadow cast by the car in front, subtly hiding Liang Yun’s small silver Beetle in the least conspicuous place in the traffic flow.

Just as Liang Yun felt her legs and knees starting to go numb from kneeling, she felt a slight shudder as the car stopped. She looked up and saw that the area outside was pitch black.

Chen Yang turned on the small dome light. At some point, the driver’s and passenger’s seats had been moved all the way forward.

Liang Yun realized for the first time that the back seat space in her little car was actually quite large, large enough to fully swing various implements.

Chen Yang opened the back door, slid in, and slowly turned the kneeling Liang Yun around, pulling her onto his lap. “You said you threw away my clothes. How are you going to pay me back? And we need to settle the score for slamming my car door last time, too.”

“That’s your own fault,” Liang Yun mumbled softly, half wanting him to hear and half afraid that he would.