After Accidentally Sending Empathy Dolls to My Four Top Donors - Chapter 20

“Sure,” Wen Leling’s eyes flickered as he dodged the gaze. His delicate hand reluctantly half-circled the rogue paw of the Sentinel that had climbed up his waist and was faintly probing beneath his clothes, gently pushing it outward.

It was such a light touch that it was hard to tell if he was genuinely resisting or simply playing a game of hard to get.

Interesting.

The Sentinel’s eyes dropped and then lifted. His numb mind, originally present only for the reproduction mission, was swept by waves of novelty. Suddenly, he found this fun.

“I am looking forward to it.” He ordered a glass of wine and clinked glasses with Wen Leling.

The crisp sound fell into his ears, piercing through the surrounding clamor. It felt as if he were suddenly placed in a vast wasteland at the dusk of late autumn, chillingly cold.

Wen Leling felt a chill on his back as chaotic, empty emotions surged within him. He took two more sips of wine and then, in a daze, followed the Sentinel’s lead.

His entire body felt soft, as if he were nothing but an empty shell. His eyelids felt heavy, and Wen Leling could only see his surroundings through a needle-thin slit.

The images doubled and swayed, making his head spin. He closed his eyes uncomfortably and was carried by a powerful body before being placed on a bed, sinking limply into the soft bedding.

The bedsheets felt slightly cool, sliding against his exposed thighs and causing Wen Leling to give a sharp, light shiver.

Someone was above him, their heavy breath smelling of alcohol as it brushed against his neck.

“Baby, you better perform well,” a lecherous male voice whispered in his ear. A pair of calloused hands, carrying an irresistible force, began to strip away the already thin clothing from his body.

Cold fingertips brushed over his shoulder, pulling down one side of the collar. A large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed under the dim shadows. His collarbones looked like a pair of open butterfly wings, the hollows deep, beautiful, and fragile.

The room was deathly quiet. The rustle of clothes rubbing together and the sound of buttons popping off were inescapable, reaching his ears with absolute clarity.

In his cold, blurred state, Wen Leling struggled desperately, twisting his body in unease.

The Sentinel, however, remained unmoved. His hands continued to roam over Wen Leling’s body as if he were stroking a treasure, acting with great care.

But if one were to truly savor the sensation, they would realize there was a sickening sense of appraisal behind it.

Rough fingertips slowly kneaded Wen Leling’s slender and soft waist, capturing the sensitive depressions at his sides. He brushed past them maliciously and then heavily ground against his flat, soft belly, intending to probe into even more private areas.

A broken whimper escaped Wen Leling’s throat. His thoughts were hanging over the edge of a cliff, teetering. He struggled in vain, trying to dodge, only to be restrained even tighter.

The drunkenness made his resistance look like a “no” that meant “yes.” His body was as soft as a pool of spring water, radiating an enticing pale pink glow.

Suddenly, a sharp sting came from the side of his neck.

It was not a kiss or a bite; it carried a strange numbing sensation, like many tiny needles of ice piercing his skin and eroding his nerves. It was both numb and painful.

The spiritual power deep within his body resisted purely out of instinct. It felt as if ice water had been poured over his head. A white light exploded in Wen Leling’s dazed mind, and his eyes snapped open, his dilated pupils contracting sharply.

The Sentinel pressing down on him also paused. He suddenly looked up, his ferocious gaze sweeping toward the closed door. He let out a resentful, low “Tsk.” “Damn it, ruining my fun!”

What?

Wen Leling looked at the Sentinel before him, momentarily lost, before immediately sensing the spiritual power of Xiao Wenye and Min Chi. But in the few seconds of clarity that followed, he realized something was wrong.

They had released their spiritual power too early.

To put it bluntly and without mercy, Wen Leling suspected they had released it early on purpose, as the fluctuations were filled with provocation.

They wanted to stimulate this Sentinel and make him lose control, but that was not part of the plan.

This was absolute nonsense! They were playing games with his life!

Wait.

A heartless guess crashed into his mind without warning, leaving Wen Leling speechless.

Could Xiao Wenye and Min Chi want him and the Spider Sentinel to perish together?

It was not impossible.

Sentinels who entered the Central White Tower had to pass through layers of strict selection. Every one of them had climbed their way up over a trail of blood.

Therefore, if he wanted to ensure his survival, he could only rely on himself now.

Wen Leling tried to pretend nothing was wrong as he looked at the Spider Sentinel just a step away. The man’s rank should be the same as Xiao Wenye and Min Chi’s, but because he had to hide his identity, he could not release his spiritual power to counterattack. The interference from the external spiritual power was thus much more severe than normal.

The Sentinel’s eyes were filled with red light. He looked down and cursed, “Damn it! What the hell is going on!”

Then, without warning, he lunged and grabbed Wen Leling, dragging him closer.

Before he had a chance to react, his neck was bitten ferociously.

The raging toxins were like a tornado, sweeping Wen Leling up high, tossing him up and down, left and right. It made his head spin. He wanted to flee, but he could not escape no matter what he did.

“Ugh!” His body shook violently. He felt the toxins, strong enough to take down a giant beast, surging and crashing through his veins, destroying his lighthouse of hope. Little did he know that in the next second, they would unexpectedly crash through a deeply hidden door meant for a special purpose.

Wen Leling was once again, and completely, awake!

He clearly perceived the blatant spiritual power fluctuations outside the door, originating from Xiao Wenye and Min Chi, who likely intended to leave him for dead.

They were just a short distance away, watching coldly, adding fuel to the fire, and attempting to kill with a borrowed knife to achieve two goals at once.

They were rotten to the core.

Why did they want to kill him?

Wen Leling could not understand. He did not feel he had done anything improper that warranted paying with his life.

Was it something from a long time ago?

His eyelids flickered slightly. Memories of the past were poised to strike in his mind, but the Spider Sentinel seemed to scent something repulsive. A look of alarm and suspicion flashed through his lust-filled eyes, and he exerted force. With a rip, the remaining clothes on Wen Leling’s body were torn away.

Moonlight flowed through the curtains that had not been closed tightly, spilling over the youth’s completely exposed upper body. His lean and flexible frame was left entirely visible.

Under the moonlight, his skin was dazzlingly white, like high-quality mutton-fat jade. However, due to the previous kneading and his current emotional agitation, it was flushed with a pale red.

The two pink cherry-like points on his chest stood up shyly upon sudden contact with the cool air. His waist was startlingly thin, something that could be held in one hand. The thin lines of muscle converged smoothly inward, disappearing into his loosely tugged-down shorts.

“A man?!” the Sentinel roared in shock. Immediately after, he became even more acutely aware of the shallow fluctuations leaking from the cracks in Wen Leling’s spiritual screen, fluctuations caused by anger, shame, and the uncontrollable fear of dealing with an unknown power.

It was crisp, soft, and made one feel involuntarily refreshed.

“And a Guide?!” His shock turned into an unbelievable, wild joy. The excitement of having obtained a rare treasure made his pupils dilate and brighten.

He had been discovered.

Wen Leling pulled the quilt around himself tightly. Thinking that since he was already exposed, he might as well go all out and face the man head-on.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes. His condensed spiritual power, like a cold, hard, sharp cone, lunged toward the Sentinel’s spiritual landscape.

“Ngh,” the Sentinel groaned. He clearly had not expected this seemingly weak Guide to possess such strong offensive power. However, the gap between their ranks was no joke.

Wen Leling’s spiritual impact only dazed him for a split second. What followed was a surge of rage that rushed straight to the top of his head.

Before he could explode, a very fierce and heavy slap landed on his face.

The force was so great it made his vision go dark. Half of his cheek immediately became red and swollen, burning with a searing pain.

After the stinging heat, a wave of strange pleasure, the origin of which he could not name, suddenly spread from the area that had been hit. It was like an electric current racing through his spine, sparking a wave of numbness that was hard to resist.

A sense of shame threatened to overwhelm the Sentinel. He tried desperately to suppress that damn, untimely physical reaction, but he could not stop himself from stepping forward, getting closer to Wen Leling, restraining him, and possessing him.

His body began to mutate. Pieces of skin fell from his face one by one, replaced by a white spiderweb pattern.

Not knowing their compatibility, Wen Leling backed away repeatedly in fear. At the critical moment, his hand fumbled blindly on the bedside table. His fingertips touched something cold and hard. Turning his head, he saw it was a vase. Regardless of the consequences, he grabbed the vase and smashed it with all his might against the Sentinel’s temple.

There was a muffled sound, accompanied by the crisp noise of the vase breaking.

The Sentinel, who was pressing down on him, froze. He stared with wide, disbelieving eyes. Blood gushed from his temple, dripping onto Wen Leling’s chest in a startling red.

He swayed and then fell heavily to one side.

As if he had seen a ghost, Wen Leling pushed the man away and scrambled off the bed, pulling the quilt to cover his naked body.

His face was deathly pale, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. The quilt was heavy and inconvenient to pull, and it kept sliding down. One could vaguely see the scattered bloodstains and ambiguous red marks on his body. He looked utterly disheveled yet strikingly beautiful, like a vibrant flower that had unexpectedly bloomed in dazzling colors after being ravaged by a violent storm.

He stumbled out of the room, his heart still thumping wildly in his chest.

It was late at night, and the corridor outside was empty. Barefoot, Wen Leling stepped onto the cold carpet. Following the spiritual power fluctuations of Xiao Wenye and Min Chi, he came to a utility room with a half-open door.

He pricked up his ears and heard voices speaking in hushed tones inside.

Min Chi asked, as if he had asked many times already, “You really do not plan on saving him?”

Xiao Wenye sneered, “He is just a B-rank. Only fools like you would believe him. If he dares to perform a cleansing for us once without our permission, he will dare to do it a second time. It is better to get rid of him sooner rather than later.”

After a few seconds of silence, Min Chi’s tone became solemn, as if he had finally made a decision after serious thought. With a sense of relief, he said, “I will go take a look.”

“If it really does not work out, we can discuss getting him transferred. He is a perfectly good person; how can we just sentence him to death like that?”

If they found out later they had killed the wrong person, that they had killed Lele, they would have nowhere to go to cry.

As the words fell, Wen Leling heard footsteps getting closer. He wanted to run, but the quilt was too much of a hindrance. He stepped on the quilt, tripped over his own feet, and fell. Ignoring the pain, he thought about how Min Chi would react if he saw him like this. Would he burst into laughter?

He quickly scrambled up. Running was definitely out of the question, so he stood aimlessly by the side of the long corridor.

Hearing movement outside, Min Chi looked back and realized the door was not closed tightly. With his heart in his throat, he walked out with light steps. As he pushed the door open, his eyes met Wen Leling’s.

His steps paused, and he took a half-step back. He pinched his own arm hard to make sure he was not dreaming. He scratched the back of his head and looked away as if his mind were full of worries. He tried his best to remain calm and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Where is the mission target?”

“In the room.”

“Ah, I see,” Min Chi stammered awkwardly.

Wen Leling did not want to hear his excuses. “You do not need to say anything. I only believe what actually happened and what I heard. I will report the events to the White Tower exactly as they occurred. Now, please help me contact the hotel staff and have them send up a new bathrobe. Send Xiao Wenye into the room to deal with the Spider Sentinel.”

“Hurry. His head is broken. If he bleeds to death, we will not be able to turn him in.”

Wen Leling held the quilt tightly, so Min Chi did not notice the marks on him.

Once the three of them finished and returned to the White Tower, Wen Leling reported the events of the mission along with his suspicions to the management in a meeting. Xiao Wenye and Min Chi tried to defend themselves, but fortunately, the management was openly biased toward Guides, and Wen Leling won a total victory.

After Xia Congmian photographed his injuries and judged them to be Grade A, he was given two controllers. When he saw Xiao Wenye and Min Chi again, there were collars around their necks.

They were quite effective.

The two who had been defiant toward him yesterday morning were now both silent with their heads hung low. However, Wen Leling knew they were still very defiant in their hearts; they simply did not dare to be so arrogant now because he held the controllers that governed their life and death.

Once the collars were removed, everything would return to how it was before.

Therefore, he had to take this opportunity to play with these two fellows.

Wen Leling pursed his lips and held it in for a few seconds, then suddenly broke into a curved smile. His eyelashes hung down, but they could not hide the little scheme in his eyes.

In the cleansing room, he sat on a chair and crossed his legs, as if intentionally revealing his shapely, slender calves. He lifted his chin slightly and beckoned toward Min Chi with a finger first.

Although Min Chi was the one who had suggested saving him, Wen Leling still remembered how the man had toyed with his doll and how miserable it had made him!

He had originally wanted to give Min Chi a beating and then have Min Chi beat Xiao Wenye, but he had been talked out of it by Xia Congmian.

The man said that it would only make his own hands hurt. Rather than hurting himself or the Sentinels, it was better to humiliate them. Leaving S-grade Sentinels with unsatisfied desires was the most fatal pain they could experience.

“Come here.” Wen Leling released his spiritual power and hooked it around Min Chi’s wrist.

Min Chi walked forward with unsteady steps, reaching out his hand to touch him. Wen Leling pushed him away, his eyes looking downward. He fixed his gaze on a certain spot and quickly reached out his hand, tightly grabbing Min Chi’s belt.

“Say it. Say you are my puppy.”

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