Shou-Switching System Has Been Bound - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Tenacious

Qi Youli watched as that massive thing finally ceased its arrogance.

Why should he have to eat this damn thing!

He wasn’t Xia Xu!

His pitch-black pupils trembled as he looked at Ji Lianyi. The man was calmly “chambering his gun” he must be trying to scare him, right? Didn’t he love Xia Xu so much that he could forgive him even for cuckolding him?

How could he do something so out of line behind Xia Xu’s back!

He must be bluffing.

Fine, I’m scared, okay…

His dislocated jaw made it impossible to speak; he could only emit anxious ho-ho sounds: Uncle, you’re my real uncle! I was wrong! Spare me!

Ji Lianyi, naturally, couldn’t understand. The “gun” was ready; he gripped it and walked toward Qi Youli.

The only part of Qi Youli that could move was his head, which he strained backward. If there weren’t so little meat on his face, he would have squeezed out a double chin. Seeing that Ji Lianyi had no intention of stopping and was about to press the “gun” against his face…

His anxious ho-ho sounds turned into angry ones.

You dare put that in my mouth! I’ll kill you! I’ll definitely kill you!

He glared at Ji Lianyi with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. The dull, gloomy eyes were now scorched red at the corners by rage, making him look exceptionally vivid and alive.

Then, Ji Lianyi pressed the “gun” against his mouth.

Those lips he had kissed not long ago were incredibly soft, like peeled fruit flesh, trembling as they were ground bit by bit by the “gun” in his hand. He traced the shape of Qi Youli’s lips with the “gun,” leaving a shiny layer on them like lip glaze a color that belonged to him.

Qi Youli was going insane!

How could he! How dare he!

He was going to kill him! He had to kill him!

The angrier he became, the more it highlighted his current helplessness. His lips were forced open by the “gun,” and the heavy “muzzle,” held by a slender hand, brushed against his teeth.

Ji Lianyi admired the sight; a person with their upper lip pushed up like this looked very much like a snarling puppy.

He used the “gun” to rub over every one of the puppy’s teeth, letting the dog experience and remember his scent in a marking fashion. The eyes behind his lenses revealed heartfelt pleasure, making him appear almost unsettled.

The puppy had a massive temper and was nearly fuming himself into a faint. Now, the only thing that could move was inside his head since he couldn’t dodge.

Qi Youli suddenly slammed his head forward with all his might.

If I don’t kill you with this hit, I’ll at least break you!

At worst, neither of us lives!

But he had overestimated himself. This hit neither killed nor broke Ji Lianyi; it was merely an even-handed clash with the air. Simultaneously, it piqued Ji Lianyi’s interest even further, increasing his satisfaction.

A puppy that still resisted under these circumstances meant Ji Lianyi didn’t have to worry about accidentally killing him.

He grabbed the small ponytail tied on top of the puppy’s head and roughly yanked the head up.

The puppy was shaking. With that attack, his dislocated jaw also wobbled, hurting like hell. The moment Ji Lianyi touched him, no matter how tough he tried to be, he instinctively recoiled.

Ji Lianyi noticed the recoil.

To him, these were unexpected rewards. Like the time he locked the puppy in the bathroom and discovered the puppy’s tears, it made him realize the puppy had a fragile side. Now, the recoil told him silently that the puppy could also feel fear he wasn’t truly lawless.

These discoveries were like randomly dropped surprises.

He received these surprises, hid them in his heart, and would bring them out to respond at some future moment.

The puppy, forced to raise his head, had eyes that looked like they could spit fire and burn him to death. Ji Lianyi was in a good mood and rare enough to say another word to him.

“You were very happy when you were standing in the position I am in now.”

Why can’t you handle it when the positions are swapped?

Qi Youli’s eyes bulged. How can that be the same! You perverted old man deserve to be treated like that by me!

Ji Lianyi said only that one sentence. Holding the “gun,” he slowly pried open the puppy’s teeth. The puppy’s dislocated jaw was powerless to offer any resistance, leaving him to endure the hard “gun” entering his mouth bit by bit, bringing a soul-shivering sense of danger and humiliation.

The process was slow. Ji Lianyi wanted him to remember the taste, the texture, and the feeling of this moment to etch it into his bones.

The puppy’s tongue was pushed back by the “barrel” and pressed to the bottom. The corners of his mouth stretched wider and wider until they reached their limit. The “barrel” poked into his throat while a segment remained outside. That delicate throat had never been touched by such a dangerous weapon; the puppy felt sheer nausea, yet he couldn’t even make a dry-heaving sound. Finally, his eyes grew wet from the strain.

Ji Lianyi admired his pain. Pain makes all things vivid; it makes him excited.

He had never raised a puppy.

Nor was he a gentle feeder. Regardless of whether the puppy could swallow it or not, he kept stuffing “food” into his mouth, filling it until the puppy’s cheeks bulged.

He actually managed to see a bit of cuteness in it.

Even at this stage, those eyes still glared at him fiercely, clearly saying: You just wait. Once you fall into my hands, I’m never done with you in this life!

A stubborn and tenacious puppy was best suited to be a toy.

To become the outlet for all desires.

Ji Lianyi was almost lost in those eyes, feeding the puppy even more ferociously. Amidst the puppy’s gradually pained expression, he slowly curled the corners of his mouth. He could clearly see how clear tears slowly formed, becoming more than the sockets could hold, before suddenly sliding down.

One tear after another. When they reached the corner of the mouth, they touched the “food” stuffed inside.

Scalding hot.

As if they had been boiled by Qi Youli’s rage.

The heat made the “blue veins” on the food jump, earning a constant fluttering of Ji Lianyi’s coat hem.

Qi Youli’s head was groggy, yet he couldn’t pass out. His jaw hurt, his throat hurt, and the corners of his mouth hurt. At first, he thought if Ji Lianyi dared… then he thought, anyway, Xia Xu said the Uncle “couldn’t do it,” so he would just endure it for two or three minutes…

Until now.

Fck!*

Didn’t Xia Xu say he couldn’t do it!

The eyes that had been staring dead at Ji Lianyi could no longer hold out. Heavy eyelids slowly drooped, and tears flowed even more joyfully. In his blurred vision, the blue veins were like the roots of trees, manifesting power.

He was blinded by the “black forest.”

On the forest hung crystal-clear water droplets not dew, but his tears, his saliva…

He felt as if a century had passed. In his world, only that one taste remained in his mouth. He no longer gagged at the taste; he had become completely accustomed to it, even sensing it grow richer, as if it were invading every cell of his body to leave an ineradicable mark.

The hand Ji Lianyi used to grip the puppy’s ponytail strained with blue veins. He opened his hand and forcefully cupped the back of the puppy’s head.

Qi Youli’s world trembled as a torrential rain fell to drench him.

Gulp, gulp.

The puppy’s Adam’s apple rolled, but with a dislocated jaw, he couldn’t even swallow properly.

Some of the “food” spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Ji Lianyi slowly exhaled. His fingers tapped lightly on the back of the puppy’s head. He asked in a hoarse voice: “Want to pee?”

Qi Youli: !

He snapped awake instantly.

His neck made a creaking sound as he gave Ji Lianyi another fierce headbutt!

Ji Lianyi retreated unharmed. With nothing blocking the puppy’s mouth, the unswallowed contents spilled from the corners of his mouth onto a filthy face.

But it wasn’t filthy enough.

Qi Youli wanted to cough but couldn’t do it properly, staring death at Ji Lianyi.

If before it was just “playing around,” then from now on, he and the other man were enemies unto death! Irreconcilable! Even if the heavens and earth should end, this hatred will never cease!

Ji Lianyi did not share his abundant emotions. The physical pleasure could only bring him a momentary thrill. He had already regained his calm, and he unhurriedly pulled out a tissue to clean himself up and dress properly.

Only then did he look back at the puppy with remnants still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled: “Now you’ve tasted it.”

Qi Youli’s pupils suddenly shrank. In that moment, his mind was a blank. Even with his feet tied to the chair, he stood up in a distorted posture.

Ji Lianyi showed a look of admiration.

Truly tenacious.

However, when Qi Youli lunged at him again, he fell over along with the chair.

Ji Lianyi went over, pinched his jaw, and with a click, put it back in place.

“I f*ck your ancestors!”

“I’m gonna kill you! I’m gonna kill you!”

Qi Youli roared hysterically, cursing a blue streak. Every snap of his teeth showed his desire to bite Ji Lianyi to death, but it only made him taste the flavor Ji Lianyi had left for him more clearly.

Ji Lianyi untied the hands bound behind the chair. Before the hands had even fully regained their freedom, they lunged at him with the rope still attached. He stood up and dodged, calmly leaving before Qi Youli could untie the ropes on his feet.

Regaining his freedom, Qi Youli went to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and rushed to the door, only to stop before it to pull on his pants.

By the time he got out, there wasn’t even a shadow of Ji Lianyi left.

Qi Youli, returning with the knife, was about to explode with rage. He turned into a groundhog and roared at the sky, raising his foot to kick the partition by the door.

At the moment he was about to strike, the thought popped into his head: This is a rented apartment. If I break it, I have to pay.

He forced his foot down, then went to flip the coffee table.

His hand touched the table.

Ah, I bought this coffee table myself for 500 bucks. I like it a lot. I plan to move it to my own house later, and 500 bucks really isn’t cheap.

My money doesn’t blow in from the wind!

Qi Youli looked around, looking at this and then that.

Finally, he picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table, slammed it onto the floor, and stomped on it fiercely: “I’ll stomp you to death, you turtle bastard!”

With every stomp, the little ponytail on his head wobbled.

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