The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 11

 “Just relax.” 

Fang Qing called early in the morning to tell him that Xie Ming’s group had met with an “accident” yesterday.

Duan Huaijing snapped awake instantly. He opened his chat history with “The Eyes,” his fingertips hovering over several sets of photos sent the previous night.

In the photos, some of those people were lying in pools of blood, some were standing by cars trembling so hard they couldn’t stay upright, and others were crying so hysterically that snot and tears soaked their clothes. The glamorous poise they had displayed during the day was utterly gone.

It wasn’t hard to guess who caused this scene: “The Eyes” had run them down with a car.

“The Eyes” must have incredible driving skills; he had managed to punish every single one of them without actually taking a life.

Watching the scenes on his screen, Duan Huaijing felt his blood rush. The excitement in his body surged uncontrollably, making his fingers tremble with a dark thrill.

Did that make my baby feel better?

That was what “The Eyes” had asked him yesterday.

Duan Huaijing swallowed hard. For once, he felt a rare sense of catharsis. His fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed back: “A little.”

The reply came almost instantly. “Hmm?”

Duan Huaijing reopened the photos. He closed his eyes, recalling the filthy looks and insulting words those people had directed at him. He felt satisfied, but a part of him, the part that had grown a bit wicked, felt it wasn’t enough.

“If this happens again, I want you to sever their tendons.”

A dark red eye emoji flickered strangely on the screen, followed by: “Done.

Duan Huaijing was in a great mood. When “The Eyes” mentioned wanting a reward, he agreed without a second thought.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. Duan Huaijing opened it to find Xie Yun standing there in a formal suit.

“Big Brother?” Duan Huaijing kept his hand on the door.

Xie Yun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He gave a quiet “Mhm” and held up a tube of ointment. “Here to apply your medicine.”

Duan Huaijing wasn’t entirely sure what Xie Yun was thinking.

Without waiting for an answer, Xie Yun stepped inside. Duan Huaijing instinctively backed away, not daring to look him in the eye. Instead, his gaze fell on the top button of Xie Yun’s shirt.

Now that they were both in the room, Xie Yun looked down at him, his gaze half-lidded.

Duan Huaijing felt the air grow thin. He lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers. “Actually, I can apply it myself.”

Xie Yun didn’t respond to that. He sat on the nearby chair, watching Duan Huaijing as he stood there like a timid quail. “Sit. I’m not in a hurry to get to the office.”

Xie Yun’s voice was deep and pleasant. Even though it was a command, it didn’t feel overbearing.

Duan Huaijing’s mind didn’t want to comply, but his legs didn’t listen. By the time the sentence finished, he had already walked over to the chair. “Really, Big Brother, there’s no need. It’s too much trouble for you.”

Xie Yun said nothing, merely gesturing with his eyes.

Duan Huaijing felt like he was being watched every second, a sense of shame prickling at him because he couldn’t resist at all. He sat on the cold edge of the chair, feeling as though he were sitting on pins and needles.

Xie Yun was right in front of him. Their knees were nearly touching. Duan Huaijing subtly shifted his toes, trying to move his knees away to create some distance.

Xie Yun’s eyelids flickered as his gaze swept down.

Duan Huaijing immediately froze, sitting perfectly still like a schoolchild.

Xie Yun sat with his long legs spread, rolling up his sleeves. The veins on his forearms were prominent, exuding the distinct, raw power of an Alpha.

Due to the size difference, from a distance, it looked as though Xie Yun had completely enveloped Duan Huaijing into his territory, like a predator about to enjoy his breakfast.

After tidying his sleeves, Xie Yun saw that Duan Huaijing still hadn’t moved. He lifted his gaze and signaled toward something behind the younger man.

That tiny mole near his eye flashed in Duan Huaijing’s vision.

“Oh, right,” Duan whispered, coming back to his senses.

The first time is awkward, the second time is familiar. Having had the experience of resting his leg on Xie Yun’s lap yesterday, and not wanting to keep him waiting, he quickly placed his leg on Xie Yun’s lap.

He felt the muscles beneath his leg stiffen.

“Big Brother?” Duan Huaijing waited for two seconds without sensing any movement. He kept his head lowered, blinking.

Xie Yun looked down. His gaze was almost tactile, “licking” over Duan Huaijing’s skin from the ankle up to where the hem of his shorts began. He blinked, and the moment he looked up, his eyes locked with Duan Huaijing’s.

“Hand me the medicine behind you,” Xie Yun said after a pause.

Hand him the medicine. behind me the medicine.

The phrase looped in Duan Huaijing’s head.

He meant the medicine.

Duan was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his face in his chest. He reached back, grabbed the bottle, and handed it over, not daring to look up again.

Flustered and a bit annoyed with himself, he tried to pull his leg back to do it himself, but the moment he moved, Xie Yun’s palm clamped down on his ankle.

That unfamiliar, warm touch wrapped around him like a vine.

“Don’t move. It’ll be over in a moment.” Veins branched across the back of Xie Yun’s hand; his palm was large enough to completely encircle Duan’s slender ankle.

Xie Yun poured some medicine into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm it, and then quickly began massaging it into the ankle.

Because he used some force, Duan Huaijing couldn’t help but let out a soft groan of pain. He instinctively raised his arm and bit down on his own sleeve.

Xie Yun’s movements paused. Taking advantage of the fact that Duan Huaijing couldn’t see his face, he stared at him with abandon. Whether intentional or not, his movements grew firmer, eliciting more muffled groans.

His eyes looked like those of a hunter finding an interesting prey—or a twisted butcher, greedily watching his prize in its most vivid state.

Xie Yun patted the ankle and said, his voice a bit husky, “Just relax.”

Duan Huaijing tentatively eased his muscles, but he remained stiff.

He rarely had physical contact with anyone. To him, being touched felt disgusting and uncomfortable, like lying in bed on a sweltering summer day covered in sweat without having showered.

He chanted to himself: Win over Xie Yun in ten days, get him to agree to call off the engagement with Xie Ming. It’s all for the goal. Endure it. Endure it.

Finally, the application was finished. Duan Huaijing figured he should keep hiding his face for a while to avoid more awkward eye contact.

But then, one of his fingers was gently pulled away. Sunlight streamed in through the gap.

Then a second finger. Xie Yun’s face was revealed like a veil being lifted. The sharp brow bone and the perfect contours of his face were a masterpiece of nature.

“What do you want for breakfast? I’ll have the cook make it,” Xie Yun said. He had already stood up and was leaning over to speak, his tone quite natural.

Duan Huaijing instinctively wanted to say “anything.” After all, he was a guest; he shouldn’t be picky.

But perhaps it was because the news of the car accident was so satisfying, or perhaps he was genuinely hungry, when Xie Yun finished speaking, Duan retracted his original answer. He looked down and whispered, “Can I have Zhajiangmian noodles with bean sauce?”

He figured if they couldn’t do it, he’d eat whatever, but he really craved that savory taste. He licked his lips and looked up tentatively.

Xie Yun’s eyes were still on him.

Their gazes collided in the air. The bright morning sun shone between them like a pillar of light, activating some ancient, mysterious magic of time.

Because of the height difference and the way Xie Yun was leaning in, there was an atmosphere reminiscent of a groom lifting the bridal veil on a wedding night.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The several layers of thin curtains billowed in the wind, twisting and tangling together like lovers who refused to let go.

Duan Huaijing’s eyelashes fluttered. He licked his lips, about to say something, when Xie Yun suddenly broke eye contact and stood up straight. Before leaving, he gently pushed Duan Huaijing’s hand back over his face.

Duan Huaijing, forced back into “hiding,” thought: I knew he had a ‘retract’ personality.

Shifting his fingers slightly so he could peek through, he saw Xie Yun, usually so steady walking out of the room with somewhat hurried, disorganized steps.

Xie Yun was in such a rush that he didn’t look back, and Duan didn’t go out to watch. Neither noticed someone standing in the hallway who had captured their every move.

When the cook finished the noodles, Duan Huaijing was still debating whether to go down. The moment earlier had been truly awkward.

He wasn’t a thick-skinned person. He was sensitive and delicate; he could remember an awkward or sad moment for a long time, replaying it at night and blaming himself for not handling it better.

He easily got stuck in a feeling.

Maybe I’ll go down in a bit.

Ignoring his growling stomach, he tried to brainwash himself: I’m not hungry, I’m full. I’m not hungry, I’m full.

In the midst of his inner conflict, a message popped up on his phone.

It was from Xie Yun: I’ve headed to the office. The noodles are ready. Go ahead and eat. Tell the cook if you need more.

Duan Huaijing breathed a sigh of relief. Great, he didn’t have to face Xie Yun.

I’ll be back at noon to apply your medicine.

****

Two hours later, Duan Huaijing received a package from “The Eyes” and wished he could beat his morning self to death.

When he lugged the waist-high box inside, he never expected it to be filled with women’s clothing and… certain “props.”

He was so startled he nearly pulled off a standing backflip.

“The Eyes” sent a message right on cue: I want to see baby in girl’s clothes.

Duan Huaijing stood a meter away from the box, typing furiously on his phone. “What are you thinking? I’m a man! I won’t wear girl’s clothes even if you kill me!”

Transfer: 10,000 RMB. Below the transfer, it said: Voluntary Gift.

Duan Huaijing’s eyes went straight. He counted the zeros on the screen, swallowed hard, and typed: “But then again.”

The house was empty, but he still felt guilty. He locked himself in the bathroom before he dared to change.

He didn’t even dare look in the mirror while dressing; the shame was overwhelming.

Once he was finished and took a photo for “The Eyes,” he finally stole a glance at the mirror and couldn’t look away.

The person in the mirror looked like him, yet didn’t. He was wearing white cat ears and a fluffy, frilly skirt. He looked like a cat that had been pampered by its owner and finally turned into a human one day.

He didn’t know how to do makeup, so his face was bare, but that clean, natural look gave him a “pure yet seductive” fragility.

Duan Huaijing’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe it was that person, really him?

He instinctively reached out toward the mirror; the person inside reached out too.

His phone dinged. A message from “The Eyes.”

His finger trembled. He snapped back to reality, looking at the mirror as if at a strange, eccentric stranger.

Baby is so smart, a natural learner.

 Such a beautiful kitten. Do you know what I want to do most when I see you like this?

Duan Huaijing was a man; he knew exactly what the other meant, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“I don’t know what kind of fit you’re throwing. I wore the clothes you asked for. We’re even now.”

Change the headpiece.

Duan Huaijing took a deep breath. Resigned, he dug through the box and found a pair of floppy puppy ears. He put them on and sent another photo.

He was still deeply embarrassed. He held the phone high for a high-angle shot that showed the headpiece and his whole body, but his head was turned to the side, his ears flushing red all the way down to his neck.

This should be enough.

Be good, it’s very beautiful. Don’t be shy, baby.

Damn it!! Damn it!!!! I’m done!! Who’s shy?!!!

Transfer: 10,000 RMB. Tear the clothes apart.

Duan Huaijing felt the smooth fabric. Even he could tell the clothes were expensive. I barely wore them and I have to tear them? What a waste.

He decisively accepted the money, comforting himself that it wasn’t his money anyway.

Tearing them by hand was too hard, so he opened the bathroom door and went into the bedroom to find scissors.

He had just made the first cut when he heard a car horn outside.

He didn’t have time to put the scissors down. He ran to the window and looked out, sure enough, Xie Yun was stepping out of a black Maybach.

As if sensing his gaze, or perhaps just having the habit of looking up at this floor when getting home, Xie Yun lifted his eyes. Duan Huaijing recoiled in horror, leaning against the wall.

He didn’t see me like this, did he?

Then it hit him, Xie Yun had said he’d be back at noon to apply the medicine. If he saw him like this, it would be impossible not to think the worst!

Duan Huaijing started cutting the clothes frantically; it was much faster than trying to take them off.

As he cut, he strained his ears to listen for movement outside.

Xie Yun had entered the hall.

He forcefully cut through a shoulder strap, exposing his smooth, delicate skin.

Xie Yun was on the first floor.

The quality of the clothes was too good; he hadn’t finished cutting them yet. He was so panicked he wanted to cry.

He cursed “The Eyes” three thousand times in his heart!

Xie Yun turned the corner to the second floor.

Xie Yun was standing at his door.

Duan Huaijing’s hands were shaking. All his strength was focused on the battle with the fabric.

There was a polite knock on the door.

“Are you in there?”

He heard Xie Yun’s voice. He couldn’t open the door right now, so he pretended not to hear and kept cutting.

“Duan Huaijing?” Xie Yun’s voice grew serious, as if he were worried something had happened.

Duan Huaijing realized that if he didn’t answer, it would only raise more suspicion. He was biting the hem of the dress to hold it steady for the scissors, so his voice came out muffled and low. “I’m here.”

But it was too quiet. Xie Yun likely didn’t hear him.

After receiving no reply several times, Xie Yun assumed the worst. He stepped back slightly and spoke through the door. “Duan Huaijing? If you don’t speak, I’m coming in.”

There was only one last bit of fabric holding the dress together. If he could just cut it, he’d be free and could open the door normally.

But right now, he could only complain internally: I did speak! You’re just deaf!

The door was kicked hard from the outside.

Duan Huaijing’s hand slipped, and he nearly dropped the scissors. He instinctively turned toward the sound.

He tried to comfort himself: It’s fine. It’s a door, not paper. It’s not that fragile.

Then he saw the door frame shudder and begin to give way.

Duan Huaijing: 

The dress was almost done. “The Eyes,” oblivious to the crisis, sent another message.

Duan Huaijing felt an immense weight of pressure. If he sent the photo to “The Eyes,” Xie Yun would burst in and see him in these clothes. If he didn’t send it, “The Eyes” wouldn’t be satisfied.

Xie Yun didn’t know about “The Eyes”; he would only believe what he saw. What would he think?

He was Xie Ming’s fiancé, yet he was dressed like this in the solemn Xie estate.

Would he think he was. loose?

Duan Huaijing cut faster, his heart racing. Tears of frustration welled in his eyes. The gathered fabric was too thick; his hand was starting to chafe and hurt, but it still wouldn’t give.

Recalling the warm touch on his ankle during the medicine application, and then looking at the chat with “The Eyes,” he suddenly felt a wave of grievance.

But he had brought this on himself. There was no one to tell and no one to pity him.

Even so, he didn’t stop. He prayed that the Xie family’s doors were high-quality and wouldn’t break with one kick.

But he had underestimated the power of a top-tier Alpha.

The door panel ripped from the hinges. A massive BANG exploded in the room like a thunderclap, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

“No!” Duan Huaijing snapped his head around, tears finally spilling over.

At that moment, his only thought was: It’s over. In the strictly traditional Xie house, in front of the self-disciplined Xie Yun. Being caught like this, they’ll call me a degenerate.

It was too late.

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