The Heroic Master Is Tough-Talking but Soft-Hearted: The Aloof Major General Has Fallen - Chapter 9

Asher looked as though he had rushed back directly from the Disciplinary Office, leaving the wounds on his body completely untreated.

Whip marks crisscrossed his back, and gruesome gashes were exposed to the air. Dark red scabs had begun to congeal at the edges, telling a tale of horrific violence. Despite this, his spine remained as elegantly straight as ever, as if it would never bend. Yet, paradoxically, his pale lips lent him a touch of fragility.

When the male approached, Asher spoke to confess his guilt.

“I apologize, Master. It is all my fault. Please punish me.”

Sia had learned from previous lessons. This time, he did not jump out to voice his accusations immediately. Instead, he observed in silence, his gaze shifting back and forth between Cen Li and Asher.

Sia breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his Master ignored Asher and simply steered the wheelchair away. He felt that this was how things were supposed to be. It seemed he had overthought matters; the Master still treated Asher the same as always, without any special favor.

However, in the next second, Cen Li, who was supposed to have entered the house, suddenly stopped and turned back with a look of displeasure.

“What are you still kneeling there for? Get in here.”

Asher was stunned.

Soon after, he stood up. Having knelt for a long period, his legs felt a dull ache. Ordinarily, the powerful physique of a military female would not be so easily compromised, but he had just endured a session of torture. Asher’s figure swayed slightly.

His Master was still waiting for him nearby. After a brief pause to steady himself, Asher followed Cen Li with hesitant steps.

Cen Li’s gaze swept over Asher for a moment. Having not seen him for a day while he was unconscious, the military female appeared even more disheveled than he had imagined. Cen Li’s eyes gradually darkened; he was truly angry now. It was the feeling of seeing his personal property marked with traces that did not belong to him.

“You,” Cen Li began, his gaze fixed on the approaching female.

Before he could finish his sentence, the female leaned forward. His body suddenly lost balance, and he fell directly toward Cen Li.

“Master!”

Cen Li ignored Sia’s anxious cry beside him. Fearing he might crush Cen Li, Asher used his last shred of consciousness to forcibly twist his body to the side.

Seeing this, Cen Li frowned deeply. He reached out quickly to grab Asher’s forearm, pulling the bug toward his chest. His voice was laced with annoyance.

“Do you have a death wish?”

The concrete floor was hard and uneven. Falling on it would likely result in a bloody head injury. Moreover, with the military female being semi-conscious, such a direct fall could lead to unforeseen accidents.

“I am sorry, Master.”

Asher had never intended to fall into his Master’s embrace; it felt as though he were throwing himself at him. Although the truth was that the Master had pulled him, leading to this situation, the shock cleared his foggy brain significantly. Asher suppressed his physical discomfort and prepared to stand up to apologize.

Cen Li pressed down on his wrist and asked coldly, “Is the Major General awake now? Try not to fall on me again later.”

The male’s tone was mocking. With the majority of his body forced against Cen Li, Asher stiffened upon hearing those words. It took a long while before he managed to say, “Master, I promise it will not happen again.”

Cen Li gave a cold smile. He did not speak, but his grip on the female’s wrist tightened. After a while, as Asher grew uneasy wondering what his Master meant, Cen Li let go.

“Go on.”

Asher lowered his head. Although confused, he obediently replied, “Yes.”

Seeing that the female had regained his composure, Cen Li looked down and rubbed the fresh bloodstains on his hand. He curled his lip and said, “Truly disgusting.”

Noticing the bright red blood on the male’s slender fingertips, Asher’s expression tightened. “I am very sorry, Master. Let me clean that for you.”

Asher produced a handkerchief from somewhere. He leaned over, intending to wipe Cen Li’s hand clean.

However, Cen Li avoided him. He suddenly reached out and carefully wiped the blood off onto a clean part of Asher’s military uniform. After finishing, Cen Li saw Asher’s dazed expression and smiled slightly. “The Major General does not mind, does he?”

[Humiliation Value +2]

Asher lowered his eyes, looking very submissive. “Of course not, Master.”

Cen Li gave a soft snort. A flash of silver caught his eye. He noticed something around Asher’s neck. Since it was half-hidden by his clothes, Cen Li could not see it clearly.

“What is this?”

Asher had not yet realized what Cen Li was asking about. Soon, the Master hooked his finger into the collar around his neck and tugged at it with apparent curiosity. Asher’s back stiffened. Following the male’s movement, he lowered his body further.

“Master, this is a Mental Restriction Collar.”

Cen Li’s movements paused slightly.

A Mental Restriction Collar, as the name implied, was used to limit a female’s mental power levels. It was generally used on females going through a period of mental riot. During this time, their mental levels were extremely unstable and posed a potential danger to society. They could harm the public and, most significantly, threaten the safety of fragile males.

Cen Li’s thumb brushed against the collar. He knew Asher was suffering from an undeserved misfortune. Asher had not harmed him. Simply because he was with Cen Li at the time, he was deemed by the other bugs as the one most likely to have harmed the male.

“It is hideous.”

Cen Li tossed the metal ring aside, his brows lowering in a look of impending rage. Asher did not know how he had annoyed his Master again, so he instinctively apologized. “I am sorry.”

He was interrupted halfway by Cen Li.

“Take this ugly thing off.”

Asher looked up in surprise. For a moment, he thought he had heard wrong. Cen Li narrowed his eyes.

“What are you looking at? Do you not understand me?”

Asher withdrew his gaze. “No, Master.”

It was not that he did not understand; he was just so shocked that he nearly lost his composure in front of the male. Seeing that the Master’s gaze remained fixed on his neck, Asher realized the male was not joking. He truly seemed to want to unlock this restriction collar.

Simply because it was ugly?

It sounded absurd, but coming from a capricious male, it possessed a certain level of logic. Asher convinced himself with this reasoning.

He looked at Cen Li and said tentatively, “The Mental Restriction Collar was placed on me by the Male Protection Association. I cannot remove it myself.”

The air went silent for a moment. Cen Li’s gaze turned cold and he scoffed. “That is truly a nuisance.”

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