The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 17

I want to hide you away.

That day, Xie Ming had bragged to his friends that he could “take down Duan Huaijing in a month.” To speed things up, he had begun showering Duan with expensive gifts over the last few days. In his eyes, Duan Huaijing was just another commoner trying to climb into the upper class, greedy for money and power. Fortunately, money was the one thing Xie Ming had in abundance, and he didn’t believe for a second that he couldn’t break Duan with it.

His plan was simple: get Duan Huaijing to fall hopelessly in love with him within the month, and then dump him. To Xie Ming, it was a hilarious game.

Duan Huaijing, unaware of the plan, expressionlessly picked up a newly delivered ring from the table and slid it onto his finger. It was a perfect fit. He then tucked the other jewelry away in his safe, mentally calculating his current savings if he converted all these items into cash.

Is it enough to fund an escape?

Both sides were secretly plotting their own agendas.

However, when he went downstairs for dinner today, Duan Huaijing didn’t expect to find both Xie Yun and Xie Ming at the table. Previously, Xie Yun was always busy with work and Xie Ming was busy drifting among his “flowers.” Duan had intentionally timed his meals to avoid them, so the three of them had never sat at the same dinner table at once.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Duan looked down at Xie Yun reading a newspaper and Xie Ming playing with his phone. He seriously considered retreating to his room.

But before he could take two steps, Xie Ming spotted him. “Why are you just now coming down? Come eat.”

“Okay,” Duan replied, knowing he couldn’t dodge it. He shuffled over to the table.

Xie Ming kicked the chair next to him, gesturing for Duan to sit. Duan gave a small nod and took his place next to Xie Ming, his eyes instinctively flickering toward the man sitting opposite them.

Xie Yun was still holding his newspaper, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His expression was calm, exuding the steady, composed air of someone in total control. It seemed as though his expression hadn’t shifted once since Duan sat down.

Duan Huaijing averted his gaze a split second before the other man could look up.

Because he usually came down late, he would either cook for himself or heat up leftovers the maid left for him. Perhaps because both Xie brothers were present today, the maid made him a fresh portion.

“That ring looks alright on you,” Xie Ming remarked casually. He had finished eating and was wiping his mouth while glancing at Duan’s hand.

Xie Ming had been sending him gifts constantly lately. Duan wore some of them, but this was the first time Xie Ming had actually commented on one. After a momentary daze, Duan nodded cooperatively. “Thank you.”

“Big Brother, what do you think?” Xie Ming suddenly called out to the stern-faced Xie Yun. “I’m planning on using this style for when Huaijing and I get married.”

Duan Huaijing snapped his head up to stare at Xie Ming, wondering if the man had been possessed. Usually, whenever the engagement was mentioned, Xie Ming’s attitude was: “Whoever wants to marry him can go ahead, because I’m not.”

Only then did Xie Yun shift his gaze to them. The moment Duan’s eyes met that gaze, he looked down, driven by an instinct he couldn’t quite name.

A few seconds later, he heard Xie Yun say, “It’s quite good.”

Duan’s heart sank at those two words. It reminded him of the time he first learned about the arranged marriage; no one had asked for his opinion back then, either. Only this man from the Xie family had said, “It’s quite good.”

Then, and now. Even though just a day or two ago, Xie Yun had told him to come to him if he had any dissatisfaction with the marriage.

Duan looked at his toes, feeling like a commodity in a cage being appraised. His personality was nothing more than a weight on a scale.

He wasn’t good with words, so he couldn’t win an argument against Xie Ming. He was sensible, so he wouldn’t make a fuss if Xie Ming continued to mess around after marriage. He had no money or power, so the Xie family could crush him like an ant.

Duan Huaijing’s nose suddenly felt a bit prickly. He thought: Once I use Xie Yun to break this engagement, I’m leaving this mess for good. They’re all the same! No one in the Xie family is normal! They’re sick! The whole family is sick!

The aroma of food wafted over; his meal would be ready soon.

While Duan was zoning out, his phone suddenly chimed with a series of notifications.

I really want to hide you in a place only I know. I want to bind your hands and feet with chains, so you have to wait for me on the bed every day, not allowed to go anywhere. 

Your eyes must only look at me. If I find you secretly looking at someone else, I’ll gouge them out.

A baby who can’t see anything will be even more dependent on me, right? I’m so looking forward to it.

Baby, I love you so, so, so much. I feel like I’m going crazy with how much I love you.

Duan Huaijing let out a cold snort in his heart, his bangs obscuring the cold indifference in his eyes. He tapped on the keyboard: “If you’re crazy, why don’t you go die?”

I’ll strangle baby first before I die, so we can be together on the road to the underworld.

Duan felt a spasm in his stomach, followed by a wave of nausea.

Xie Ming, noticing his phone wouldn’t stop ringing, leaned over. “Who are you chatting with?”

Duan, still immersed in his disgust, felt a flash of irritation. He quickly turned off the phone. When he looked up, the annoyance was replaced by his usual “honest and naive” mask.

“Just an internet friend,” he said softly.

“Fine,” Xie Ming replied, only asking out of mild curiosity. He knew Duan Huaijing wouldn’t have the guts to betray him.

The phone chimed again. Duan picked it up to look, and his hand froze mid-bite.

Xie Ming asked, “Why did you stop eating?”

Duan quickly shoveled two mouthfuls into his mouth and said to Xie Ming, “I just remembered I have medicine I need to take before a meal.”

Xie Ming nodded indifferently, watching as Duan grabbed his phone and ran upstairs. He didn’t ask what the medicine was for or if Duan was sick. He simply didn’t care about Duan Huaijing.

*****

Duan Huaijing ran to his room, slammed the door, and leaned against it before opening the message.

Did you receive the package I bought for you a few days ago?

Duan didn’t need to guess to know which package “The Eyes” was referring to. He still remembered his shock upon opening it and finding a heap of “toys.”

I want to see the baby climax.

Duan nearly dropped his phone. That message reminded him that he had originally wanted to throw those things away. But fearing that the man would have a manic episode and ask about them, he had hidden the box away and hadn’t opened it since.

Thank god I didn’t throw it out. That was his first thought. But that didn’t mean he wanted to use them.

Lowering his voice, he hissed into the phone, “Are you sick? I really… I really don’t understand what goes through your head all day! Wash the filth out of your brain, I’m begging you, okay?”

There was no reply for a while. Duan thought his outburst had worked, but then a new reply appeared.

Baby, don’t scold me like that.

Duan’s expression softened slightly, thinking he had finally silenced the man. But as he pressed his finger on the voice message button to continue the lecture, a new text popped up.

It’s going to make me feel so good.

Duan Huaijing: 

His face flushed red as he muttered a curse. He canceled the voice message he was about to send and even retracted the previous one for good measure.

Has baby chosen one? Or should I choose for you?

Duan closed his eyes, knowing there was no escape today. Abandoning all hope, he typed: “I’ve chosen.”

He figured that since they were so far apart, “The Eyes” wouldn’t know if he actually wore it or not.

His plan was perfect, until “The Eyes” replied: Send a photo for me to check.

Duan felt like he was standing between a bottomless abyss and a dangerous sea, trapped in the middle.

Every toy “The Eyes” had selected was unacceptable to him egg vibrators, dildos, anal beads… the scale of the play was large enough to ruin his reputation forever.

After hesitating for ages, he realized he couldn’t change the man’s mind once it was set. After a long session of mental preparation, he crawled under the bed and dragged the box out.

His hands were trembling.

He picked a pair of underwear that looked relatively normal, but it had several moveable beads attached to it. Bracing himself, he put them on. Maintaining a sitting position on the bed, he sent a photo to “The Eyes.” “Done.”

To his surprise, he felt no reaction at all. It felt like wearing regular underwear.

Just as he was congratulating himself on his choice, he stood up to push the box back under the bed. Suddenly, the pearls inside shifted, wedging themselves firmly. Duan’s legs went weak, and he fell to his knees.

The movement set the beads in motion. Just that simple act of pushing the box made Duan’s face flush, his forehead breaking out in a sweat.

He’d worn it, he’d photographed it; surely “The Eyes” would let him go now.

Just as he was struggling to stand up, a knock came at the door. He instinctively wanted to run and open it, but he was still wearing that thing. Every movement made his legs buckle. He covered the short distance dripping with sweat, not daring to make a sound for fear that any opening of his mouth would result in a moan.

The knocking continued. It was Xie Yun.

“The house has a first-aid kit. See if there’s anything you need,” Xie Yun’s voice came through, cold and detached. Normally, it would have chilled Duan to the bone, but now, with only a door between them, he felt only embarrassment and shame.

Xie Yun was so upright, compared to Duan’s face burned with humiliation.

“It’s  nothing. I’ll be fine once I take my medicine,” Duan said, controlling his tempo to sound as natural as possible.

“I’ll leave the kit here. It’s fully stocked for any future needs.”

Duan answered haphazardly, “Oh, okay. Thank you, Big Brother.”

He waited a moment until he heard no further movement before inching toward the door to retrieve the kit. He reached out, his fingers just brushing the box, when a pair of polished leather shoes appeared in his field of vision.

Duan’s heart skipped a beat. His whole body gave a microscopic shudder, which the beads immediately detected. Sensing his body’s reaction, he quickly bit his lip.

A second later, he slowly looked up. Xie Yun was looking down at him from his height.

“Big Brother.”

Xie Yun gave a soft “Mhm.” His gaze drifted to Duan’s ankle. “Is your foot still not healed?”

Duan wanted to say it was fine, but then he remembered his contorted posture. He decided to stick with the lie. He took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s still a bit difficult to move.”

“Let’s go, then,” Xie Yun said, walking into the room. It seemed he had realized he’d forgotten the sprain ointment when he dropped off the kit and had come back for it.

Duan blinked. Was Xie Yun going to help him apply medicine again?

He couldn’t!

Duan tried to interrupt several times, but Xie Yun’s calm authority silenced him. He had no choice but to close the door and shuffle after him into the room.

Xie Yun gestured for him to rest his leg on his lap again. But this time, wary of the beads, Duan spent a long time mentally preparing himself. When the medicine was about to be applied, he slowly withdrew his leg.

“Thank you, Big Brother, but I think I’ll do it myself,” Duan whispered, shrinking his neck.

Xie Yun, holding the ointment, watched Duan’s pale, shapely calf leave his lap. His gaze traveled inch by inch up to Duan’s face.

Duan shivered, feeling as though the gaze held the dissatisfaction of a predator watching its prey escape.

He wasn’t good at smooth talk. He spent ages trying to think of a “high EQ” way to say no, but nothing came to him.

While he was struggling, Xie Yun spoke: “I’ll help you to the chair.”

“Okay, okay,” Duan said, feeling a sense of reprieve.

However, Xie Yun didn’t know his situation. When he sat Duan down, the beads shifted again, causing a sudden surge of heat and pressure.

Duan let out a sharp “Ah!” and collapsed onto the desk, burying his face in his arms.

Xie Yun tried to nudge him, his tone concerned. “What’s wrong?”

The nudge only made things worse. Duan had wanted to endure it on his own, but the touch made the beads roll again. He realized he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Clutching his stomach and bending over, he bolted for the bathroom.

“I ate something bad. Sit for a moment, Big Brother, I’ll be right out!” He stumbled into the bathroom without looking back.

The pearls were difficult to remove, wedged tightly. Duan bit his lip, but a soft moan still escaped. He was terrified Xie Yun would hear, so he bit down on his own shirt and leaned against the wall to finish the task.

After a moment, he felt slightly better, but then a knock came on the bathroom door.

It was Xie Yun, holding Duan’s phone. “Someone keeps messaging you. It looks quite urgent.”

Who could be so urgent?

Duan hadn’t heard the notification sound for his other apps. His first thought was that something had happened to Auntie Lin. He tried to stand up, but the bathroom was a mess of his discarded clothing; if anyone walked in, they would know exactly what had happened.

He couldn’t open the door.

He needed time to clean up. He shouted toward the door, “Big Brother, can you check who it is for me?”

Xie Yun held the phone and described the caller: “The profile picture is a red eye.”

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