The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 16

Dressed entirely in black, Jiang Yan stood at the back door of a bar. Behind him, the faint, flickering glow of multi-colored neon lights was visible. His expression was cold and sinister, like a hunting venomous snake, his gaze gradually violating Shen Congbai’s composure.

The moment Shen Congbai saw him, his heart seemed to stop beating. A chill swept through his entire body; his pupils constricted in extreme terror, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

It’s Jiang Yan. He’s going to kill me.

Jiang Yan lifted his eyes and swept a light, indifferent glance over the crowd behind Shen Congbai. When his gaze slid over the small bag and the down jacket held by the thugs, his expression darkened imperceptibly.

Shen Congbai heard a faint aspirated sound escape his throat: “Mm.”

The person beside Jiang Yan said something into a phone, and soon, more than ten men emerged from the bar. Liu Qi and his group didn’t even dare to make a sound before they were quietly dragged into the shadows.

Shen Congbai wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but after Liu Qi left, he felt as though he could smell a faint, lingering scent of blood in the air.

As he connected the dots, Shen Congbai’s face turned pale. Given how much Jiang Yan loathed him, he would be next.

Shen Congbai forced himself to ignore the pain radiating from all over his body. He struggled to prop up his upper body to flee, but he accidentally aggravated his wounds. The sudden sting made his eyes redden instantly. “Sss…”

Jiang Yan’s fingertips, hanging at his side, twitched slightly. He crouched down to look Shen Congbai in the eye and remarked, “How piteous.”

Shen Congbai acted as if he hadn’t heard, though his body continued to tremble slightly.

Jiang Yan reached out, wanting to wipe the dust from the boy’s face, but when his hand was just a centimeter away, Shen Congbai slapped it away forcefully.

Shen Congbai’s dark eyes were filled with terror. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning back to distance himself, looking at Jiang Yan with utter rejection. “What are you doing!”

Seeing him like this, the corners of Jiang Yan’s mouth curled up. Without allowing Shen Congbai to refuse, he reached out and pinned the boy’s back, stroking his face with a slow, gentle, yet irresistible motion.

Shen Congbai’s waist shook even more violently. He grit his teeth hard; his face stung from the rubbing, and the arm behind him was pressing directly against his wounds, causing a piercing pain.

Looking at the boy’s reddened eyes, a flash of obsession crossed Jiang Yan’s face. “So beautiful.”

So piteous and so beautiful… but so wicked. How could he reject me?

His arm tightened more and more until Shen Congbai let out a cry of pain. Only then was Jiang Yan finally willing to let go of that warm body.

Due to the struggle earlier, the back and elbows of Shen Congbai’s cream-colored wool sweater were stained pink by the seeping blood. Shen Congbai desperately suppressed the urge to cry, his heart filling with increasing fear.

He gripped Jiang Yan’s arm tightly and sobbed, “If you’re going to do something, just do it. Sob… why torment me like this?”

The sight of him on the verge of tears stirred the malice in Jiang Yan’s heart.

The light hit him from behind, keeping his face hidden in the shadows. He slowly revealed a morbid smile, his voice as wet and cold as if it had fallen into an icy pool. “This is just the beginning. You’re this scared just from a few bumps and falls? If you end up in a customer’s arms later, being played with by their filthy toys, won’t you faint from fright?”

“…”

The person in his arms found even his breathing slowing down. Jiang Yan’s icy fingers slid inside his collar like a small snake, leaving a trail of shivers wherever they passed. “You could choose to serve only one guest. But if you run into someone like me who enjoys tormenting people, I’m afraid you’ll be whipped until your skin is torn open. It would certainly look beautiful.”

Shen Congbai’s eyes gradually welled with water at the whisper. But when that cold hand touched the wound on his back, they both froze.

Shen Congbai was the first to break down. “You can’t sell me to a place like that. I… I…”

He couldn’t find the words. After all, he had used these exact same verbal insults to humiliate Jiang Yan before—and he had been even more cruel than what Jiang Yan was saying now. He hadn’t just whipped him; he had made him wipe his feet, wash his underwear, and subjected him to all sorts of unsightly humiliations.

“I’m sorry. I know I was wrong before. You can have whatever you want, but please don’t sell me.” The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. “Sob… I’ll earn money to pay you back.”

Jiang Yan’s gaze cooled. His arm, which had been pressed against the boy’s back, shifted to catch him by the buttocks. With a slight exert of force, he picked the boy up with one hand.

Shen Congbai clung to his neck and continued to cry, his nose and eyelids turning a bright red as he apologized incoherently. “I’m sorry, sob, I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t until Jiang Yan carried him to the back seat of the car and Shen Congbai’s bottom hit the seat that he slightly checked his sobbing.

Jiang Yan held his face and looked at him from side to side. Suddenly, his expression turned grim. “Shen Que, that useless waste… he actually let you get into this state.”

Feeling his life was in danger, Shen Congbai didn’t dare speak up for Shen Que. He could only shrink back into the corner of the car, using his tear-soaked eyes to peek timidly at Jiang Yan. “Where are you taking me?”

It’s over. I’m really going to be sold.

Jiang Yan suddenly reached toward him. The movement was so fast that before Shen Congbai could react, his wool sweater was torn to shreds with a loud rip.

Shen Congbai froze in place, his mouth hanging open as he failed to find any words.

Jiang Yan touched the wound on the boy’s elbow, his eyes filled with regret as he sighed softly, “Such a beautiful color.”

A pity it was left by someone else. A trace of morbidity flashed in his eyes. In the next instant, Shen Congbai let out a low-pitched shriek.

Jiang Yan… how could he lick it?!

“It’s dirty… let go…” Shen Congbai tried to pull his hand back, but he was stopped by a warning look from Jiang Yan.

Shen Congbai immediately became obedient. Fine, if he wants to eat it, let him eat it. You crazy lunatic, why are you even drinking human blood?

Jiang Yan meticulously licked every corner of the wound. After finishing with Shen Congbai’s hands, he gripped the boy’s waist and turned him around. The abrasions on his back ran from the shoulder blades down to the small of his back. Fortunately, the wounds weren’t as deep as the ones on his elbows; since Shen Congbai had delicate skin, the surface was just scraped.

He kissed the center of the boy’s back lightly and said in a husky voice, “This needs to be cleaned thoroughly as well.”

“Mm…” Shen Congbai felt an itch and struggled slightly, which seemed to bring Jiang Yan back to his senses.

“True. Others can see this spot. The Young Master doesn’t like being disturbed by others.”

Jiang Yan picked up a spare shirt of his own and draped it gently over Shen Congbai. The sweet, metallic taste in his mouth provided a temporary sense of gratification. He pulled Shen Congbai into his arms and closed his eyes in silence, preparing to savor the “main course” later.

The moment the car stopped, Shen Congbai found himself sitting on the man’s arm again. Because of their significant size difference, Shen Congbai looked like a porcelain doll in his grasp.

Shen Congbai initially wanted to struggle to get down, but then he saw that terrifying smile on the corner of Jiang Yan’s mouth. He immediately lost his nerve and obediently wrapped his arms around the man’s neck.

It wasn’t until he was placed gently on the head of the bed that he belatedly summoned the courage to try and escape.

Jiang Yan anticipated his move and firmly caught his ankle. With a mixture of reverence and greed, he removed Shen Congbai’s shoes and socks.

A piercingly bright silver-white flash entered his field of vision.

Jiang Yan squeezed the bells hanging from the chain, his face twisting. A faint red mark soon appeared on the boy’s ankle from the pressure of his hand, making the anklet look even more loathsome.

He slowly looked up, kneeling on one knee. His tone was dangerously low:

“Young Master, who tied this anklet on you?”