Chapter 19 Chapter 19 "Yeah." He Songfeng...

"Um."

He Songfeng let out another small breath through his nose.

Under Cheng Yiliao's scorching gaze, He Songfeng gave the order:

"Let me go."

Cheng Yiliao let go obediently, rubbing his hands with anticipation.

Unexpectedly, the next second after letting go of He Songfeng, He Songfeng bent down to pick up the phone on the ground, dusted it off, and spoke softly to the man on the other end of the phone:

"Um."

"OK."

"Wait for me at the school gate, I'll come find you."

While answering the phone, Chong Cheng sneered, "Don't be so self-righteous," with a black mole half-exposed right above his eyeball.

Cheng Yiliao's expression suddenly changed like a bungee jumping device collapsing, crashing from a great height to the ground, causing a deafening tremor.

This "hmm" is not a response to him at all, it's all his narcissistic fantasy.

By the time Cheng Yiliao reacted, He Songfeng had already put away his phone and walked out slowly.

Cheng Yiliao quickly chased after him.

He Songfeng paused, turned around slowly, and looked at Cheng Yiliao, looking him up and down.

She uttered a soft laugh, which was like a gust of wind, brushing against his shackled ears and even blowing his heels that were standing on the ground up.

When He Songfeng smiled gently, she was so beautiful that Cheng Yiliao could hardly take his eyes off her.

He is not a wild boar, and although he has never eaten fine bran, he has seen a lot of it.

He Songfeng was the first person who made him fall in love with him from the first sight as if he was under a spell.

No gender, just human.

Cheng Yiliao took He Songfeng's wrist, gently squeezed it, and handed him a stack of folded banknotes.

"I'll give you the money. Buy condoms. Buy expensive and good ones. Treat yourself better. I can't bear to spend it."

He Songfeng withdrew his hand, and the money floated all over the ground and was stepped on again.

He Songfeng gently rubbed his palms, raised his head and eyebrows, half-closed his eyes, and gave Cheng Yiliao a playful glance, mocking him:

"You're reluctant? I think you hate it."

He Songfeng smiled, and with the joy of a victor in the debate, he left with brisk steps.

Cheng Yiliao's breathing stagnated and his eyes became much clearer. He wondered how He Songfeng could tease dogs so well.

Cheng Yiliao returned to the room.

He looked at himself in the mirror, looking like a pervert who had stolen underwear, a scoundrel who had pulled someone else's clothes over his head, covering his mouth and nose tightly, and only deliberately cutting two holes to show his eyes.

He angrily pulled the clothes off his head and raised his hand to smash it on the ground.

Lift high and put down gently.

He quickly crumpled the clothes in his palms, covered his nose with them and took a deep breath. The clothes fell down, and he used his stiff legs to walk towards the room.

Although it is autumn, the temperature has not changed at all. It has changed from the stuffy and humid summer to the hot autumn.

The cicadas on the tree were screaming their last desperate screams, making the people passing by under the tree frown and cover their ears.

He Songfeng met Zhao Jieyi at the school gate.

He didn't really want to meet Zhao Jieyi, but he didn't want to stay in school. With nowhere to go, he had no choice but to sit in Zhao Jieyi's passenger seat.

"Dear, it's sunny outside, drink more water."

He Songfeng took it reluctantly and drank two sips.

"Go home, I miss you so much."

He Songfeng heard the roar of the car engine and suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Zhao Jieyi: "What's wrong?"

He Songfeng slowly turned his head, looked at Zhao Jie, and said calmly, "I want to break up."

He spoke without any burden, even with some joy.

It was as if Zhao Jieyi was a piece of dust pressing on his shoulders, which he wiped away lightly.

Zhao Jie felt like he was struck by lightning. He stared at He Songfeng blankly, his eyeballs almost falling out.

He held up He Songfeng's hands as if they were a sacred tablet. "My dear, I really know I was wrong. I have deleted all the videos and photos. I swear to heaven, if I ever do anything to let you down, my whole family will die."

He Songfeng was indifferent and even wanted to take his hand back, subconsciously thinking that the other party had defiled his clean body.

"He Songfeng, we've been good friends since you were seven years old. You know, I've never had any bad intentions towards you. I love you and spoil you endlessly. Before we confirmed our relationship, I always treated you like my own brother."

"Haven't you seen clearly how good I've been to you over the past decade? You can't abandon me just because you've moved to a big city and met someone richer and more prestigious."

He Songfeng frowned and denied: "I'm not."

“He Songfeng——!”

Zhao Jie stretched out his voice and cried his name.

He Songfeng frowned and thought: It's so noisy, so noisy.

If Zhao Jieyi and Cheng Yiliao were put together, I wonder how noisy it would be. It would be like two huge loudspeaker monsters blasting each other with noise.

"Two months. You've only been out of town for two months, and you don't want me anymore."

Zhao Jieyi's voice hummed and became lower, sobbing like the breath of a dying person, with a sorrow that others could not resonate with.

He gradually shifted his center of gravity away from He Songfeng, his neck seemed to be broken, and his head was buried on the steering wheel.

"Wuwu... Wuwu... I know you've been the smartest and most beautiful since you were little, and I also know you'll have a brighter future if you leave me. I can't keep you, I'm just a step you take on your way up."

"I admit that I am nothing if I leave that broken town. In your eyes, I am just trash and scum. I am not worthy of you."

Zhao Jie covered his face and cried bitterly.

He Songfeng lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his hands that had just been touched by Zhao Jie, the warmth of the other party still lingering on his fingertips.

He Songfeng couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

Childhood sweethearts, and also each other's first love.

He is also the mentor who supports him all the way.

He Songfeng sighed tiredly, and his cold eyes finally drooped in concession, and his helpless mole was exposed to the cold air and shivered.

He Songfeng chose to compromise and returned to the rental house with Zhao Jie.

There wasn't much changed since I last left, except for a few more ornaments at the head and foot of the bed, and the wall socket facing the bed was unusually empty of any electrical appliances.

Zhao Jie took his hand and went out to eat together, and then walked home.

Everything seemed to be what a normal couple should do.

Wait until nightfall.

He Songfeng lay on the bed with his head down reading a book, his half-dry hair stuck to his cheeks, and his body was wet, the water glistening like broken diamonds all over his body.

His own clothes were neatly folded beside him, and his student ID and school badge were neatly placed on the bedside table.

In the headshot on his student ID card, He Songfeng is facing the camera, wearing a dark suit, standing upright with a solemn expression, like a serious news anchor on TV.

When Zhao Jie walked out of the bathroom, the first leg he took felt awkward on the ground, as if the joints were rusted.

The second step was just as stiff, as if his entire waist and hips were glued together with 502 glue.

He Songfeng was lying on the bed, with his two long, thin, straight legs raised up, his white and well-proportioned calves pressed together, and his legs crossed.

The two feet were not overlapped, but separated and each moved independently, like the webbed feet of a duck swimming, with small movements back and forth. The ten round toes were like tender wild fruits pressed on the treetops and swaying in the wind.

One of her ankles is so thin that one hand can pinch both ankles. The skin on her heels and forefoot is very thin, so thin that the deep red underneath the skin shows through without reservation, and it is so pink as if she had deliberately applied blush.

Zhao Jieyi never treats himself badly and does whatever he wants.

He Songfeng was kissed and the book in his hand was thrown roughly to the ground.

The other party pounced on her like a jackal, tiger or leopard without any mercy.

"You are seducing people again." Zhao Jieyi accused him.

He Songfeng had no time to explain himself, so he raised his leg to kick, but instead his foot landed in Zhao Jieyi's hand.

Zhao Jie took a sip of it and said an obscene metaphor: "Alps candy, delicious."

"My dear, you are so beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

"Are those rich guys in school obsessed with you every day?"

"I really don't know who would not react to you. I wanted you to help me when I was in the car today, but I was so busy crying that I forgot about it."

Zhao Jieyi seemed to have been bewitched by a vixen, and he felt dizzy and dazed.

When he saw He Songfeng, he was like a butterfly seeing nectar. He dived in and sucked it hard. His whole body was filled with the scent of He Songfeng, from head to toe, from skin to blood cells. Only then did he breathe a sigh of satisfaction.

"You, your hands, are born to squeeze men's blood."

"You are not a human being, you are just a rotten rag."

Zhao Jieyi kept swearing, and from his throat, which had been smoked by tobacco leaves for many years, he kept spewing out words that humiliated He Songfeng.

He Songfeng endured the humiliation with an expressionless face.

It showed exactly the same look as when he was surrounded and insulted by the camera monsters in his dream.

Passive silence, numbness and lifelessness.

Without a mirror, he could not imagine another clean and peaceful He Songfeng. He could not just be a spectator, hanging high above the swamp and passing by.

He had buried his nose in the stinking mud pit a long time ago, leaving only a pair of eyes that had been covered by black moles for many years, and now he was looking down in a trance.

He Songfeng turned his head and stared at the dark hole in the socket panel on the wall at the end of the bed.

He watched intently, as if his soul was being sucked in. His soul was lost, he died, and his body became cold.

Faintly, he saw a subtle red light. Although it was fleeting, he still caught it.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea rose in my throat.

It was even more nauseating than being stared at by countless cameras in a dream.

He only felt that the flesh and bones under his skin were being rotted by this sinister black air, the flesh rotting into pulp and the bones turning into smelly water.

nausea.

He Songfeng stretched out his hand, trying to stop Zhao Jieyi.

However, Zhao Jieyi misunderstood it as an invitation to hold hands and held on tightly.

He Songfeng closed his eyes and said weakly and resolutely: "Let's break up."

Soon, He Songfeng realized that he shouldn't say such spoiling words when the man on horseback was in high spirits.

As soon as Zhao Jie stopped moving, he put his hands on He Songfeng's waist and squeezed hard as if he was strangling his neck, trying to break all the bones.

"Now is not the time to say that."

“…………”

"But I want to say that I find you disgusting and I want to break up with you."

He Songfeng's unpopularity made him feel pain and bitterness.

What he got was an almost retaliatory counterattack from the man, without any tenderness or mercy.

"Who taught you to break up at this time?"

"I love you."

"You'll never be able to get rid of me in your life."

Zhao Jie smiled strangely, gritting his teeth as if he was issuing a death threat.

"We will be together forever."

Zhao Jie took a deep breath and took out a bundle of money from the drawer next to him.

"I'll give you money, and we won't talk about this today, okay?"

One, two...

Three, five...

Throw it up with all your strength, and it will float down.

The money was spread on He Songfeng's body and face, like a fig leaf, covering his dirty body.

"Here's four thousand dollars."

"Just say you love me, and I'll give it all to you."

It turned out that in Zhao Jie's eyes, he was just a cheap guy who could be easily dealt with for money.

But……

He Songfeng thought of the damaged school uniform and stared at the stack of banknotes in Zhao Jieyi's hand.

Even he himself did not realize that his peaceful face was gradually distorted towards greed.

He thought of the student assembly that was about to be held and the certificate of award that he was about to receive. To others, the verbal praise that was not worth mentioning was the honor that He Songfeng, a respectable man, had pursued all his life.

He attaches too much importance to respectability, so his vanity is equally great.

For a piece of printed red paper, He Songfeng, driven by vanity, stared at the ceiling, his body shaking, and said in a blank voice:

"I love you."

“Hahahahahahahahahaha——”

Zhao Jie laughed meanly, put one hand into his mouth and rubbed it around, smearing the coppery smell of banknotes on He Songfeng's tongue, letting him taste the taste of money.

"Give!"

Dozens of banknotes flew down from over He Songfeng's head, covering his eyes, nose and mouth.

It was wiped away by Zhao Jie's rough and hot palm.

What Zhao Jie wiped out was not only the money, but also He Songfeng's last moral bottom line.

He Songfeng no longer had any retching reaction.

He understood that from this moment on, he and Zhao Jieyi had indeed broken up.

There will be no possibility of reconciliation.

Their relationship is like that of an insect undergoing metamorphosis, reorganizing and deforming in its cocoon, becoming completely different from what it once was.

Zhao Jie pinched He Songfeng's cheek and said jokingly, "You, just sell yourself at a clearly marked price."

He Songfeng followed Zhao Jieyi's joke and laughed weakly, like a shadow in a mirror.

The restraints on He Songfeng's hands were untied. He supported himself with his hands on the sides and sat up.

His head hung low and his body was still shaking.

It was his vanity and his dignity that were fighting within his small body, and they had to decide the winner.

There was a streak of water on his cheek, like beads of sweat or tears.

He was unhappy, but his emotions were so excited that they floated high in the sky and refused to touch the ground.

The moral values ​​of the previous 18 years collapsed like an unfinished building the moment he flattered and cooperated for money.

He went from being stubborn and unyielding to selling himself out.

But in just two months.

No one induced him; it was his own choice.

Zhao Jieyi is right.

His insides are rotten and full of maggots, he only has a good-looking appearance and a false sense of self-esteem.

That's why his transformation came so quickly, so thoroughly, and so naturally.

He was crying and laughing, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The serene face of a bodhisattva was distorted like a clay Buddha abandoned by believers in a wild temple.

He lowered his head, put his hands over his face, and took a deep breath.

It smells like money.

Does it feel uncomfortable? Does it smell bad?

not necessarily.

Just snap your fingers.

The money will flow into He Songfeng's hands like turning on a faucet.

And all he had to do in the end seemed to be just to say, "I love you."

You will feel much better if you think positively.

He Songfeng took the initiative to put his arm around Zhao Jieyi's shoulders, leaned on his shoulders considerately, and gently pleaded in a distant tone:

"Please be gentle with me."

Zhao Jie bit his lips, breaking them, and scolded him mercilessly: "You're a whore who can sleep with you for money."

He Songfeng nodded slightly and admitted it.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The moon outside the window is bright, shining like a street lamp, catching people's sight.

He Songfeng has always been a very good sleeper. Once he chooses a position, he will not change it all night.

The more Zhao Jie looked at her, the more he liked her. Under the moonlight, He Songfeng was so beautiful that she seemed transparent, like a spring roll wrapper soaked in water, so thin that you could even clearly see the blood vessels flowing under the skin.

It makes you want to just take a bite.

He became agitated again, but He Songfeng was so exhausted by him that he couldn't help but continue.

He could only take out his cell phone, take a screenshot from the secretly recorded video, a photo that made him get hard almost at the first sight, and send it to his subscription group.

In an instant, the news in the group exploded.

Naked, with the most innocent look, posing the most shameful posture, and the camera is like a giant python hanging on its prey, deliberately invading every corner and not letting go of any detail.

He Songfeng is like a piece of buttered bread cut into pieces under the shelf of a bakery, completely sexualized by the camera's peeping perspective.

In the bright lights, in the shop windows, amid the bustling crowds of people,

He Songfeng's body was materialized into countless modules, and the dirty words turned into bread knives, cutting him apart piece by piece.

The more robust man in the picture deliberately put his fingers on the two black moles on the other's eyelids, directing all attention there.

Silently, he was telling the passers-by.

Pay more attention to the men around you who have two symmetrical black moles between their eyelids. He is actually a broken toy behind your back.

[Without her brother, who would be willing to show us such a pure and charming sister-in-law? I’m so touched TT]

[(Reward 100￥) Brother, please move the camera down a little.]

【（Reward 500￥）Check out β】

Zhao Jie turned down the temperature of the air conditioner, and He Songfeng was so hot that he pulled the quilt off his chest.

As soon as Zhao Jie seized the opportunity, it immediately sparked a more heated discussion.

[Oh my god, next time I want to wear women's clothing, preferably a short skirt with exposed skin and black stockings to step on my face, so cool.]

"I'll edit the video and post it in two days. It's a high-definition full version."

The message in the fan group went straight to 99+, and Zhao Jieyi’s bank card continued to receive rewards.

Before the video was even released, the rich guys in the subscription group were already excitedly expressing their dirty thoughts.

Cheng Qiyong was also an anonymous diner in this feast of beauty.

He held up his phone, saved the photo expressionlessly, and posted the message:

[(Reward 999￥) Drink more water, and if you press your hand down, you will have to hold your hand and beg pitifully not to do this. ]

Soon someone followed Cheng Qiyong's perverted way of playing.

Have you considered starting a custom mission? Post a mission, complete it, from easy to difficult, and gradually play him until he's completely depraved and completely lost. Money is not a problem.

[↑↑↑ A genius has arrived in our group. This gameplay is amazing. I also want to see a female fall, hehe. From being reluctant and disgusted, she gradually degenerates for money, and finally becomes a horny bastard lying in a public toilet begging for someone to play with her.]

[I often feel out of tune with you guys because I’m not perverted enough. ]

[No, no one wants to see a scene where someone kisses until they faint, right? Hehehehehehehehe...]

【I really want to lick his feet, they taste like strawberries.】

[I want to lick him until he trembles all over, and then watch him slap me in shame and anger. Oh my goodness, thank you for the treat anyway.]

[Stop talking! Stop talking! I can’t keep up with the nutrition!]

【（Threshold 299￥）New members have joined the group. 】X99

Zhao Jie was getting more and more excited as he watched. He went to the bathroom and took some time to show off by cutting out 15 seconds of the recorded video and playing it as a preview.

It just got stuck when Zhao Jie scolded He Songfeng for letting him sleep in a place where he could pay money.

Watch and watch.

Cheng Qiyong's eyes paused, his brows slightly furrowed, and he repeatedly zoomed in and out of the historical videos and photos that appeared in this group.

Suddenly, all the stiffness and doubts disappeared the moment I saw the completely symmetrical moles on my left and right eyelids.

He threw the evidence onto Cheng Yiliao's phone and called him again, snorting accusatoryly:

"This is the boy you like."

Sitting in front of the computer, Cheng Yiliao breathed through He Songfeng's clothes, cursing Cheng Qiyong for disturbing him while picking up his phone to look at it, still chattering:

"What do you mean I like? When did I say I like him? He's so handsome, I won't lose anything if I play with him. Besides, it's just for fun. I'll dump him once I get him. Don't make it sound like we're going to get married and be together in the future."

Before the other party said who it was, Cheng Yiliao inserted He Songfeng's name.

When he saw the picture on the phone screen clearly, his jaw almost dropped and he slammed the table.

Table health value -1-1-1-1

All the pornographic photos or videos that had been leaked from the group were cut off to cover up the most crucial identity information - the mole on the eyelid.

But this time, it was He Songfeng who made him lose his mind and he was anxious to show off to everyone that he had such a beautiful and obedient lover.

He didn't do any masking at all.

The poor guy in the video had crimson blush across his nose, powdering his cheeks. His eyelids drooped limply, and his lips were rubbed raw and bright red.

The two black moles floating in the middle of the eyelids trembled slightly.

The tears under the mole were sealed in the eye sockets, flowing out uncontrollably as if incontinent.

So, the first person to join the group was Zhou Biao, followed by Zhang Hejing, Cheng Qiyong and Cheng Yiliao.

At the same time, they shared the same secret:

The man on the screen who was humiliated by thousands and tens of thousands of people at the same time was named He Songfeng.

And he has another title: Just pay and you can do it.

It was dawn.

The hour hand hanging on the wall pointed to the number 6, and the minute hand passed 12, making a soft ticking sound to tell the time.

From the dormitory door came the sound of a kitten's quiet, restrained steps.

Although the stealthy little kitten tried its best to hide itself, the dormitory was too quiet in the morning. Everyone was still sleeping, and it was as dead as a cemetery.

So even if a needle falls on the ground, it will be particularly obvious in such an environment.

The moment He Songfeng walked in, he was hit in the face by a thick stack of money, and his mouth and nose were covered with the strong stench of banknotes.

A tall pile of money exploded above his head, bursting into fireworks. Bundles of banknotes fell like rice grains when fireworks scattered, making him dizzy and his eyes temporarily unfocused.

He instinctively reached out to grab it, but all he got was piles of money, crumpled in his hand. This had become his only support.

Cheng Yiliao was holding a stack of money in one hand and a cell phone in the other.

He used one end of the money to lift up He Songfeng's drooping face, and forcefully stuffed the phone screen into He Songfeng's face, forcing him to see clearly what was on the screen.

Saw it, discovered it.

Finally, He Songfeng was forced to face such a cruel reality.

The charm that should have only existed in Zhao Jie's eyes was now openly shared on the Internet.

It has become a side dish for tens of thousands of netizens to comfort themselves at night.

And Cheng Yiliao was finally able to say the words he had always dreamed of saying:

"He Songfeng, you don't want other people to know about this, right?"

At the same time, all the tightly closed doors around were silently pushed open a crack.

It seems that they are also invited diners to this Internet erotic feast.

Perhaps Cheng Yiliao was not the only one who had seen him in this state of madness.

Perhaps at this moment - all the teachers and students in the school have seen his vulgar and shameful appearance.

The answer to who shared it is already clear.

But not long ago, this man was hugging him, saying that he loved him, that they wanted to be together forever, and that they would love each other forever.

He Songfeng clenched his palms. The only thing he could hold on to for support was the thick stack of banknotes in his palms, which he clenched so tightly that it seemed to be rubbed into his bones and blood.

I can't catch anything, I can't keep anything.

Just money, nothing but money.

In a trance, he heard Cheng Yiliao coaxing him again: "It doesn't matter who you sell it to."

then--

He Songfeng smiled self-deprecatingly and asked softly:

"How much are you going to pay for a night with me?"

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