The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 31

“I know you’re awake.”

Duan Huaijing occasionally had to admire “The Eye’s” sheer meticulousness. A grown man had vanished from the face of the earth, yet not a soul had noticed anything amiss. Aside from the fact that no one truly cared about him, it was clear that someone had gone to great lengths to suppress the truth, perhaps even crafting a monumental lie to explain his absence.

For the past few days, the people in the villa had gone about their duties with clockwork precision, never uttering a word more than necessary. Duan Huaijing felt like a caged bird; he was well-fed and provided for, but freedom remained a distant, impossible dream.

His only shred of comfort was that “The Eye” left early and returned late. The man spent very little time at home, which kept Duan Huaijing from spiralling into total despair. He tried to rationalise the situation: he was living in a luxury villa with servants at his beck and call, no rent to pay, and no annoying flatmates.

Evening arrived, and the housekeeper brought him his usual glass of milk, leaving it on the table before departing without a word. He had long maintained the habit of drinking milk before bed, and that routine had followed him here.

However, he couldn’t tell if the milk here was simply “stronger” or if something else was afoot. Every morning, he woke up with a mysterious, dull ache throughout his body. Sometimes it was in his inner thighs, other times his neck; he felt as though he had been thoroughly worked over.

Try as he might, Duan Huaijing had yet to find the source of the problem.

Tonight, he was still full from dinner and couldn’t stomach the whole glass. He forced down half and sent the rest away. Lying in bed, he felt too restless to sleep, so he simply closed his eyes and tried to drift off.

Ten, perhaps fifteen minutes passed. Suddenly, the faint, careful click of his bedroom door opening reached his ears.

His eyelashes fluttered. He had been about to shift his legs, but now he froze, not daring to move an inch. Who would be opening my door at this hour?

Is it “The Eye”? What does he want?

Duan Huaijing regulated his breathing, letting his eyes move rhythmically beneath his lids as if he were deep in sleep. Most people would see a sleeping person and leave them in peace.

But to his horror, the footsteps drew closer.

The intruder walked steadily, and though the steps weren’t loud, the silence of the room amplified every sound. In the dead of night, with the wind howling outside, the footsteps felt like explosions in his ears, each one treading directly on his frayed nerves.

His entire body was rigid. He had no idea what “The Eye” intended to do, and the uncertainty only made his mind sharper, more alert.

The footsteps stopped right beside him. After a few seconds, he heard the rustle of fabric.

Is he undressing?

Before his brain could process the thought, something cool and soft pressed against his lips. It was an invasive, predatory kiss that sought to occupy and dominate his mouth.

“Mmph”

Mmph!!

Next, his pyjamas were peeled away, piece by piece. He couldn’t wake up, he didn’t dare wake up. He remained a limp marionette, allowing the intruder to manipulate him as he pleased.

“Babe, you’re so tempting,” the man whispered, a sigh of longing. “Everything about you is so cute, I just want to swallow you whole.”

“Dressing you in clothes I picked out, only to strip them off with my own hands… It’s so satisfying. Such a rush.”

The man let out a long, contented breath. “Next time, I should try you in women’s clothes. You’d look beautiful, wouldn’t you?”

“The Eye’s” hand slid toward his inner thigh, finding the red marks Duan Huaijing had discovered that morning. He pressed down, his thumb rolling over the sensitive skin until the area flushed a deep, angry crimson.

He heard “The Eye” murmur with obsessive intensity: “Your skin is so delicate. It only takes a little friction before it breaks, and then you’ll try to crawl away, looking so pathetic.” His tone shifted, turning cold and cruel. “But what could you do? I’d just grab your ankle and drag you back to start again.”

Duan Huaijing’s body gave an involuntary shudder.

He felt scalding breath fanned over his ankle, followed by something wet and hot, like a snake’s tongue, licking the skin, marking it as his territory.

“I really want to keep you here forever. Lock you away until you love me, until you can never leave me.”

“Say it, babe.” The man’s fingers pressed into his bruises, his voice a mixture of unrepentant arrogance and seductive coaxing. “Tell me you can’t leave me. Say you’ll die if you go. Say you’ll be with me for the rest of your life.”

Duan Huaijing didn’t forget his “sleeping” persona. He remained silent.

However, his body seemed better acquainted with “The Eye” than his mind was. After just a few touches, he began to tremble. He clenched his fists beneath the duvet and bit his lip to stay silent, but a faint, stifled sound began to rise from the back of his throat.

Hearing this, “The Eye” grew visibly more excited. Taking it as a form of confirmation, he redoubled his efforts.

A few minutes later, Duan Huaijing had to face a humiliating reality: he was being brought to the brink by just two fingers.

Never mind. I’m supposed to be asleep anyway.

“The Eye’s” actions became increasingly excessive. He treated Duan Huaijing’s body like a conquered territory, biting here and licking there. Finally, Duan Huaijing understood where those morning aches came from. Anyone who was folded into such high-difficulty, contorted positions every night without a proper warm-up would wake up feeling torn apart.

“Babe, do you know which spot makes you feel best?”

“The Eye” shifted his fingers, prodding a specific point. He began to talk to himself: “Here. Every time I touch this, you cry out.”

Duan Huaijing couldn’t control his physical reactions.

Slosh squelch.

“The Eye” let out a puzzled, “Hmm?” as if wondering why he wasn’t making a sound this time.

When the man prodded a place Duan Huaijing had never even touched himself, he closed his eyes in internal despair. He didn’t know what he had been like before, but it was clear “The Eye” was a frequent visitor. Given the man’s tone and his intimate knowledge of Duan Huaijing’s body, his claims were highly credible.

However… Duan Huaijing felt a sudden, murderous urge. He was wide awake now; how could he possibly make those kinds of noises?

“The Eye” continued his exploration, seemingly convinced he just hadn’t dug deep enough to find the “treasure.”

At first, Duan Huaijing fought to keep his voice trapped, but he soon realized that if the man didn’t hear what he wanted, he would simply keep probing.

After a few seconds of internal struggle, Duan Huaijing decided to prioritize his sanity and get “The Eye” to leave as quickly as possible. He bit the bullet and, following his body’s instinct, let out a soft, breathy sound: “Nnh.”

Just kill me now. This is too shameful.

He heard “The Eye” let out a soft chuckle. He thought hoped the ordeal was over.

A drop of sweat rolled from the intruder’s temple, landing near the corner of Duan Huaijing’s eye before sliding down like a tear.

He felt the man lean in close. The scent of “The Eye” and his expensive cologne filled his senses.

Then, he heard the man whisper: “Babe. I know you’re awake.”

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