Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 24

Liang Yun slightly regretted snapping at him on the phone earlier.

This person holds a serious grudge.

She turned to look at him timidly, her voice soft and low. “I’m sorry, Master…”

But Chen Yang was relentless. He rubbed the wine glass against her face again. “Drink it! Are you deaf?”

Liang Yun forced a miserable expression, took the glass, and took a sip, holding it in her mouth. Seeing Chen Yang remain unmoved, she steeled herself and swallowed.

Preoccupied, she immediately choked and started coughing.

Chen Yang took the glass from her hand, deliberately aimed for the lipstick stain she had left on the rim, sipped, and downed the fiery liquid in one go.

“That’s all the guts you have?!”

He stood up, bending his arm into a gentlemanly arc, waiting for Liang Yun to link hers through it.

Liang Yun and Chen Yang walked side-by-side toward the elevator, their arms intimately linked, appearing to be the perfect gentleman and lady on the outside.

When the elevator doors closed, Liang Yun felt a chill on the back of her neck. She looked back and saw Chen Yang smiling faintly, staring into her eyes, yet not speaking.

“My… my room… is on the seventh floor,” Liang Yun stammered, unsettled by his gaze. She looked down at her toes, constantly shuffling them back and forth on the elevator’s polished, shiny floor.

Chen Yang suddenly raised a hand and loosened his tie. He reached across Liang Yun’s front with one arm and pressed the button for the twelfth floor, the penthouse.

Liang Yun shivered inwardly, bit the inside of her cheek, and simply stared silently at the numbers lighting up on the elevator door, one by one.

When the doors opened, Chen Yang took Liang Yun’s hand, looking very gentle and mild, and led her toward a room.

A little voice inside Liang Yun screamed, “Gentle trap! High danger ahead!” but another little voice kept repeating, “Go with him! Follow him!”

Until the door slammed shut behind them with a bang.

Chen Yang adjusted the living room lights to a medium dimness. Two tall Bordeaux glasses sat on the bar counter, next to a bottle of red wine chilling in an ice bucket.

“Before I came over, I specially asked the vineyard owner to select a bottle with a sweeter taste. Want to try it?”

Liang Yun lowered her eyes and shook her head. “No, thank you. I drank a little too much earlier and don’t feel great.”

She tried to bypass Chen Yang to grab a glass of water from the fridge, but he shoved her against the wall, his heavy shadow engulfing her.

“But it seems I misunderstood your taste. You prefer a stronger flavor, don’t you?”

Chen Yang had already loosened the tie around his neck in the elevator. Now, he tugged it with one hand, ripping it off, while the other hand pressed on Liang Yun’s shoulder and spun her around.

The zipper of her formal dress was ripped down with a sharp zzzt, and the dress quickly became a small pile of fabric falling to Liang Yun’s feet.

Before she could blink, Liang Yun’s hands were tightly bound by the tie behind her back. She was facing the wall, restrained by Chen Yang.

She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and the pasties on her n1pples were easily ripped off by Chen Yang.

Her panties were also forcefully torn off, the sound of the lace ripping both cruel and mournful.

Liang Yun, now completely naked, visibly shivered.

The room’s central air conditioning kept the temperature comfortably warm, yet she felt the pores on her back contract and stand up one by one. Her heart was pounding wildly.

“Elaine—”

Chen Yang’s tone was calm but cold.

“Master… Master…” Liang Yun lowered her head, a cold dread running down her spine, yet her face was burning hot as if on fire.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here? If I hadn’t come today, would you have never contacted me?”

Liang Yun dared not say it: She was pouting at him because of Chen Yang’s indifferent attitude when she left, and because he hadn’t come to “see her off.”

A few seconds passed with no answer, no sound.

Liang Yun felt her body stiffen with tension, every nerve trembling, yet some muscles deep in her lower abdomen were constantly contracting, sending familiar currents through her limbs.

She couldn’t distinguish whether she was feeling fear or anticipation.

A hand touched her head, and she nearly jumped.

Chen Yang’s fingers slowly grasped her hair and pulled, forcing her to turn her head and look directly at him.

He wasn’t furious; his eyes held only a trace of inquiry.

“Why?”

“Master… I was wrong…”

“I asked you why. Answer my question.” His gaze was like scorching sunlight, leaving Liang Yun nowhere to hide.

Why? Don’t you know why?

The stubborn, proud side of Liang Yun’s personality suddenly took over. She averted her eyes, refusing to look at him, lightly biting her lower lip, and remained silent.

“You’re not going to answer me?” Chen Yang’s voice still betrayed no emotion. He slightly loosened his grip on her hair.

Liang Yun silently turned her head away.

“Very. Well.” Chen Yang spat out the two single-syllable words, let out a low, cold laugh, grabbed her arm, and dragged her toward the large bed in the inner room.

Liang Yun was thrown onto the bed.

The bedsheets were dark, creating a strong visual contrast with her fair, jade-like body.

Chen Yang slapped the bed. “Get down!”

The words were practically squeezed out through his gritted teeth.

 Short Skit Time 

Chen Yang: I went to all the trouble of planning some romantic red wine surprise! And you come back drunk from drinking with strangers and throw a tantrum at me?! If I don’t spank you until you scream for ‘Daddy’ today, I’ll write my name ‘Chen’ backwards!

Liang Yun: Why did I drink? Because I was unhappy! Why was I unhappy? Because I missed you! Wuwuwu…

[Buries her head under Chen Yang’s arm, rubbing against him.]

Chen Yang: … Reaches out, patting Liang Yun’s back, takes a pen, and writes a character.