Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 17

“Why are you covering yourself with your hands?” Chen Yang walked two intimidating steps toward Liang Yun before stopping.

He picked up a cushion from the sofa and tossed it onto the floor in front of him, lifting his chin slightly toward Liang Yun. “Get over here and kneel!“

This time, Liang Yun didn’t dare hesitate. She quickly moved to Chen Yang’s feet and knelt submissively.

As her knees met the soft sofa cushion, a faint warmth touched her heart: Chen Yang is actually very thoughtful and gentle. Her floor was wood; kneeling directly would hurt her knees.

Thinking this, Liang Yun smiled faintly, though her head was bowed.

The small smile was clearly visible to Chen Yang. He showed a fleeting, helpless smile. What am I going to do with you? Butt didn’t let Liang Yun see it.

Chen Yang spoke, “Still smiling?! You truly don’t know the rules!” His tone was dismissive, but mostly cold and fierce.

Liang Yun looked up into Chen Yang’s cool, unblinking eyes. “I’ve never had a Master, so of course, I don’t know them.”

Whoosh—

The thin pointer whistled sharply through the air and landed on Liang Yun’s shoulder with a crisp crack of flesh meeting rubber.

“Aahhh!” Liang Yun involuntarily leaned forward, clutching Chen Yang’s leg, her cry slightly shrill.

This kind of rubber pointer, with its great flexible elasticity, striking a bony spot like the shoulder, felt like a taut rubber band snapping back, biting into the thinnest layer of skin, a pain that instantly stole her breath.

Chen Yang pulled her hands away, reversed his grip on the pointer, and used the tip to poke the shoulder he had just struck, forcing her to sit up straight. “Did I allow you to touch me?“

His tone was full of disgust.

Liang Yun’s face instantly flushed red, humiliated by his disdainful expression and tone. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Not knowing the rules is fine; knowing how to take a beating is enough!“

Pah—

Another strike landed, hitting her other shoulder.

Liang Yun learned quickly this time. Though she groaned in pain, she sat still and didn’t dare move.

Several more strikes followed in quick succession, landing mercilessly on her shoulders and back.

“Wuwuwu,” Liang Yun clenched her hands, covering her mouth to stifle her cries.

Chen Yang’s whipping seemed random, yet it was precisely distributed across her entire back, ensuring no inch of skin escaped and no single spot bore too many strikes.

“Hands. Hold them out!” Chen Yang suddenly pointed the tip of the pointer at the fist Liang Yun was biting.

Liang Yun didn’t dare delay. Sobbing, she held out both hands.

“Raise them high!”

Pah—

The nerve endings in her palms were rich. One strike here hurt several times more than the blow to her shoulder!

“You tried to block me with your hands just now, didn’t you?”

Pah—

“Block me now, then!”

Pah—

“Block once, get struck once!”

Liang Yun’s palms quickly swelled, welts rising in vivid red ridges. The pointer whipped quickly; the last wave of pain hadn’t subsided before the next arrived. The cumulative pain made Liang Yun tremble violently and sweat profusely.

When her palms were nearly burning, Chen Yang stopped. He leaned forward, pinched Liang Yun’s chin with his fingers, lifted her head, and looked down at her. “Address me!“

“M-Master~” Liang Yun’s voice trembled heavily, yet she felt a strange satisfaction in her heart.

Hearing those two words leave her lips, Chen Yang smiled slightly. He stroked Liang Yun’s head as if she were a small pet and helped her stand up.

Liang Yun was momentarily dazzled by his smile. Her legs were weak as she stood, and she stumbled, falling into Chen Yang’s embrace.

This time, he didn’t push her away. Instead, he stabilized her by holding her waist. The warmth of Chen Yang’s palm seeped through the skin on her waist, traveling thread by thread into her heart, a teasing and provocative sensation.

He led her to the kitchen, pulled open the drawer containing the cooking utensils, and took out three spatulas made of different materials:

One made of wood, one of steel, and one of nylon.

“Pick two.”

Chen Yang said.

— Short Scene —

Liang Yun: Want to play? Who’s afraid of whom?

Chen Yang: Is it honestly that hard to tell the truth?

Liang Yun: Why don’t you say it first?

Chen Yang: Why should I say it first?