The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 19

The door was pushed open just a crack. As it swung wider, light from the hallway gradually spilled into the pitch-black room.

Duan Huaijing gripped his chopsticks tightly. In those few fleeting seconds, time seemed to stretch into an eternity. The house was silent; aside from the sound of Xie Yun opening the door, all he could hear was the deafening thud of his own heart.

“Brother!” Duan Huaijing blurted out just as the door was about to be fully opened.

Xie Yun paused and turned his head. “What is it?”

Avoiding his gaze, Duan Huaijing stammered, “I’ll get the things myself. My room is a bit of a mess.”

Xie Yun’s gaze swept over his face. Realising that Duan Huaijing likely didn’t want him inside, he nodded and stepped aside.

Duan Huaijing shovelled a few quick mouthfuls of rice, then slowly pushed himself up from the corner of the table. He was stalling for time, hoping the noise would alert “The Eyes” inside so that nothing reckless would happen.

He placed his hand on the door handle, glancing back at Xie Yun. Although his brother had agreed not to enter, he was still standing right there.

Duan Huaijing took a deep breath, praying fervently that the room would be empty. His palms were so slick with sweat that his hand almost slipped as he pressed down on the lever.

The door opened. It was dark inside, showing no sign of life.

Duan Huaijing’s lashes fluttered. His hand went limp against the handle as a cool breeze brushed his palm. At that moment, he couldn’t tell if he felt the relief of finally being able to breathe after holding it in, or the dread of knowing that “The Eyes” was definitely up to no good.

Thank God.

Afraid that standing in the doorway for too long would look suspicious, he lowered his head to compose himself. He scanned the room, spotted the item Xie Yun had mentioned, and walked over quickly. As he moved, he used his peripheral vision to check for anything out of place.

“The Eyes” had actually managed to sneak into the Xie household and even into his bedroom. Just who on earth was this person?

Lost in thought, his fingers had just brushed the item when he noticed something: the curtains opposite him were bulging slightly.

His gaze froze.

If a person were standing there, that was exactly where they’d be.

Duan Huaijing’s heart raced. He grabbed the item and spun around abruptly, blocking Xie Yun’s view of the curtains.

“Here’s your stuff, Brother.” He tried to sound like his usual self, but his shaky voice and trembling fingers betrayed his agitation.

Xie Yun seemed not to notice. He took the item, thanked him, and left.

Duan Huaijing watched him walk away. Only after Xie Yun had turned the corner did he retract his gaze and shut the door.

His heart was still pounding. Xie Yun didn’t see anything, right?

He hadn’t dared turn on the light while Xie Yun was there for fear of revealing a shadow. Now that he was alone, he flicked the switch. His eyes remained fixed on the slightly swaying curtain as he edged toward it, full of wariness.

“Come out. I saw you.” Duan Huaijing swallowed hard. He waited a full minute, but no one emerged.

He grabbed a nearby broom, clutching it like a weapon as he fidgeted nervously. Then, in a sudden burst of courage, he lunged forward and smacked the broom against the curtain.

To his surprise, the curtain flattened.

There was no one there. No one at all.

Duan Huaijing stood there helplessly with the broom. He scanned the room again but couldn’t see any hiding spots. Being out in the light while “The Eyes” remained in the shadows felt terrifyingly vulnerable.

Just as he was about to search elsewhere, the room plunged back into darkness.

A power cut?

No. Someone had turned off the light.

Duan Huaijing gripped the broom, his only lifeline in this empty room. It was the only thing that gave him a shred of security against the obsessive possessiveness of “The Eyes.”

He watched his surroundings like a hawk, backing away slowly toward what he hoped was a safe spot. Suddenly, his back hit something soft yet firm. A familiar yet unsettling warmth radiated into him. Duan Huaijing’s heart jumped; his instinct was to spin around.

A hand reached out from behind, brushing against his palm and sliding up to his shoulder. Everywhere the hand touched, a shiver followed. Because he couldn’t predict where those fingers would land next, Duan Huaijing’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Then, the hand took a firm hold of his shoulder, pinning him in place.

From behind, the figure of “The Eyes” completely eclipsed him. Duan Huaijing was like a lamb to the slaughter, able only to ask in a pitiful, aggrieved tone if he could be let go.

“The Eyes” leaned in, his body heat pressing against Duan Huaijing’s back. Stray hairs tickled his neck. He couldn’t even turn his head; he was like an Omega about to be marked, forced to expose his most vulnerable spot.

“Say that again.” The person’s breath hit his earlobe. Within seconds, the skin there was flushed a deep, burning red.

Duan Huaijing squirmed uncomfortably. He was about to snap when he heard a soft “tsk” from behind.

“You and Xie Yun seem to get along rather well.”

Duan Huaijing could hear the thick possessiveness in that voice, and everything clicked. When Xie Yun had come for his things, “The Eyes” had definitely been there, hiding in some corner he’d missed.

But where? His room was large, and since he was only staying temporarily, he didn’t have much furniture. Everything was visible at a glance.

Aside from the window that connected to Xie Yun’s room, there was nowhere else. He just didn’t know if a person could actually fit in the space between them.

“The Eyes” seemingly noticed his wandering thoughts. He clamped a hand onto Duan Huaijing’s chin and forced him to turn around, a gesture that demanded total attention.

“Thinking of him right in front of me? Hmm?” A thumb brushed over his cool, soft lips, rubbing with increasing pressure as if trying to crush them.

Duan Huaijing hissed in pain, but “The Eyes” didn’t let up. He seemed intent on punishment.

“I wasn’t. I have nothing to do with him.” As he spoke, the thumb continued to toy with his lips, occasionally circling his mouth as if threatening to push inside.

Duan Huaijing felt a surge of irritation and the stinging humiliation of being toyed with.

“Duan Huaijing, are you asleep? I need to talk to you.” As luck would have it, Xie Yun’s voice drifted in from the hallway.

Duan Huaijing opened his mouth, unsure how to respond. He absolutely could not let Xie Yun in.

He instinctively looked up at “The Eyes.” The man looked perfectly composed, as if he hadn’t heard a word, continuing to toy with his lips with downcast eyes.

Duan Huaijing grew frantic, a spark of suppressed rage flaring up. He slapped the man’s hand away and hissed, “There’s someone there!”

“The Eyes” tilted his head, staring at his rejected hand in silence.

Duan Huaijing thought he might have hit him too hard, but he was too angry to offer an apology. Between the man in the room and Xie Yun knocking at the door, he felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

In the next second, “The Eyes” lightly rubbed his fingertips together, brought the spot Duan Huaijing had slapped to his nose to scent it, and then looked up. In the dim light, their faces were blurred, but Duan Huaijing could feel the provocative, intimate gaze fixed on him.

“Aren’t you going to tell him to piss off?”

The sheer audacity of the gesture stunned Duan Huaijing. He swallowed hard. Before he could speak to Xie Yun, another knock echoed through the door.

He had missed his window.

“Duan Huaijing?” the person outside called again.

Before he could answer, Duan Huaijing was pulled into a hard chest. His face was cupped, and another pair of soft lips pressed against his.

His eyes widened. He clamped his jaw shut, struggling with everything he had to keep the man out. He could see dark, indecipherable emotions swirling in the man’s eyes.

Minutes later, Duan Huaijing was breathless. When he was finally released, he doubled over, gasping for air.

“You” His voice was hoarse. He tried to clear his throat.

At that exact moment, “The Eyes” spoke up: “Come in”

He was speaking to Xie Yun. Duan Huaijing’s heart nearly stopped.

At that volume, Xie Yun would definitely hear. Duan Huaijing lunged forward with the fastest reflexes of his life and clamped his hand over the man’s mouth.

Are you insane?

They were now pressed back together, even closer than before.

“The Eyes” looked down at the lack of space between them. He slid a hand around Duan Huaijing’s waist, pulling him flush against him. His gaze was meaningful, the ultimatum clear: Either you get rid of him, or I let him in to see exactly how I’ve been kissing you.

He was pretending to give Duan Huaijing a choice.

Livid, Duan Huaijing took a deep breath. His hand trembled as he pulled it away from the man’s mouth.

“I’m already in bed.”

He looked up at the taller man, lying through his teeth to the person outside the door. A stray, chaotic thought crossed his mind: Xie Yun is about this height, too.

The noise outside stopped. It sounded like he had left.

Duan Huaijing shoved “The Eyes” away, putting distance between them again. He used the back of his hand to vigorously wipe his mouth.

If he had opened the door then, he would have realised no one was there, only a voice recorder.

“Will you only be satisfied once you’ve driven me to my grave?!” He finished wiping his mouth, his eyes rimmed with red. He couldn’t hold back his emotions any longer.

The man took a step closer. Duan Huaijing glared and backed away, making his desire for distance very clear.

“What were you trying to prove by letting Xie Yun in? That you’re so powerful you can control me like a doll?”

Duan Huaijing took a ragged breath. His mind raced through everything he’d endured lately, every suffocating moment. Everyone wanted a piece of him, and all he could do was swallow his pride and bear it.

“I really don’t get it! Why must you harass me? I’ve had more than enough of you!”

“Are you only happy if you push me to the edge? Do you ever consider my feelings? Am I just a dog you’re keeping?”

He was spiralling into a breakdown.

Tears spilled over. He hadn’t expected to be this emotional, but once the dam broke, he let every bit of accumulated negativity pour out.

He was crying so hard his fingers went numb. He had to rub them constantly to regain feeling.

The man listened to every word. When Duan Huaijing finally ran out of strength and began to collapse, “The Eyes” caught him, following him down. He brushed the hair away from Duan Huaijing’s face and whispered to himself, “I’ve made you unhappy.”

He wasn’t angry at the outburst. He didn’t blame him for the instability.

“I worked so hard to get here. so hard, ” Duan Huaijing was lost in his own world. He choked back a sob. “I just wanted to live a quiet, free life with my grandmother. Why is that so difficult? Why is it so hard!” He looked as though he had been dealt the greatest injustice in the world.

“And that Xie Ming… he’s obsessed with making me marry him. Xie Yun broke his word and doesn’t care if I live or die. And then there’s you, telling me to break off the engagement. Everything involves me taking the risks while you lot enjoy the results. What am I to you? Some kind of entertainment?”

That sentence took the last of his energy. He stared blankly at the ceiling, tears still streaming down his face, no matter how much he tried to wipe them away.

“The Eyes” wiped them for him, but eventually gave up and leaned in to kiss his eyelids instead.

Compared to his usual aggression, this kiss was lingering and gentle, like a first love’s tentative touch.

Duan Huaijing kept crying. He didn’t even have the strength left to push him away.

The atmosphere of the kiss shifted. The man began to trail kisses down to his earlobe, his hot breath fanning against the skin. Duan Huaijing flinched.

The expected kiss didn’t come. Instead, a sharp sting made him gasp.

Duan Huaijing winced in pain, cursing the man a thousand times in his head.

As he pulled back, “The Eyes” licked the drop of blood from the earlobe.

“I can solve everything else for you,” he whispered, looking up with eyes full of madness. “But the engagement. That’s the one thing I won’t allow.”

He buried his face in the crook of Duan Huaijing’s neck, inhaling his scent. After a moment, he asked, “What can I do to make you happy?”

Duan Huaijing’s sobbing paused. He turned his head and suddenly laughed. With tears still in his eyes, the smile looked more painful than a sob. His swollen lips parted, revealing the tip of his tongue.

“Kiss me,” Duan Huaijing said, word for word.

“The Eyes” leaned in immediately, desire flooding his gaze.

But Duan Huaijing jerked back, leaving the kiss to land on thin air. “I lied. If you want me to be happy, why don’t you.” He paused, his tone dropping to a soft, lover-like murmur, “…drop dead.”

“Alright.”

Taking advantage of the moment, Duan Huaijing’s smile froze in shock, the man surged forward and kissed him again, his hands roaming over his body.

Duan Huaijing could feel the man’s arousal. He felt a surge of disgust, convinced the man was just taking advantage of the situation.

But to his surprise, amidst the lustful kiss, the man simply interlaced their fingers. It was a gesture so pure it felt like a solemn vow made before a Buddha as if holding hands meant promising forever.

Duan Huaijing realised too late how dangerous his words had been. If he told this madman to die, he might actually do it. In the world of “The Eyes,” there was no such thing as being a widower only dying together.

I don’t want to die yet!

A chill ran down his spine. He struggled to pull his hand away, but the grip was unbreakable.

The red marks left on his fingers looked like a unique “red string of fate” ring. To Duan Huaijing, it was an eyesore.

“The Eyes” nuzzled against the Beta’s neck, where a gland would be on an Omega. Behind his messy fringe, his eyes held more than just lust and infatuation, they held a pathological madness. Every time Duan Huaijing struggled, it was just more proof to him that his darling wanted to leave.

And that was absolutely out of the question.

Every act of resistance only served to accelerate his own imprisonment.

Huaijing is mine, Duan Huaijing is mine, Duan Huaijing is mine, Duan Huaijing is mine!!!

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