Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Cuckold

The phone was not hung up.

Cheng Yiliao heard it clearly.

It was like being at a concert.

The sounds he wanted to hear, without exception, poured clearly into his ears.

Sticky, intense, begging for mercy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, humming.

Everything you need.

Cheng Yiliao held the phone tightly, wishing he could crush it to pieces.

He was filled with anger and irritability after hearing this.

His body turned purple with anger, and his pounding heart was torn into pieces by the sound He Songfeng forced out. Like boiling magma surging out, he still couldn't bear to hang up.

He opened the video that he had bought from Zhao Jieyi at great expense.

The photographer never showed his face from beginning to end, and all the shots were focused on He Songfeng's flawless body.

Cheng Yiliao thought that He Songfeng in the video had reached the limit of his flirtatiousness, but in comparison, he was far less vulgar than He Songfeng on the phone.

However, none of this prevented Cheng Yiliao from taking over.

With the experience of substituting Cheng Qiyong last time, this time it was just as smooth as expected.

He used the excuse of having to pee urgently to go sit down in the toilet.

A low breath came from the receiver, it was Cheng Qiyong's voice.

He Songfeng then let out a short scream, slammed the table repeatedly, and shouted breathlessly: "Uh uh! It's the limit! It's really the limit!"

Despite this, He Songfeng never asked Cheng Qiyong to let him go. He just used his delicate and cold palms to rub Cheng Qiyong's sweaty skin, revealing the gentle black mole on his eyelids, and hummed softly and coquettishly:

"Honey, be gentle with me. I'm in pain."

Then there was He Songfeng's plea for mercy, which made people's blood boil.

Just when He Songfeng on the phone raised the white flag, the photographer in the mobile phone video shook, announced the end, and entered the intermission.

As for He Songfeng in the phone, he was acting cool one second, but turned calm the next, looking coldly at the breathless photographer.

His reaction was indifferent, as if nothing had happened to him.

Cheng Yiliao burst into laughter.

He laughed at Zhao Jie, who was punched by him and sent to the ICU and has not woken up yet, for being incompetent.

How can it be so short, so small and yet so fast?

It's such a waste of He Songfeng's great human masturbator.

Cheng Yiliao talked to himself.

If I...

If it were me——!!!

In fact, Cheng Yiliao's performance was not very good either. He just sniffed He Songfeng's clothes twice and then hurriedly finished it in five minutes.

But at this moment, Cheng Yiliao was wearing the skin of Cheng Qiyong.

Cheng Qiyong is more capable than him and Zhao Jieyi.

At least, it was strong enough for He Songfeng to cry sincerely for being treated well, and it really made He Songfeng's belly look like she was three months pregnant, bulging, as if there was really a little baby living inside.

He Songfeng's physical strength was repeatedly overdrawn, and he couldn't even lie down. Although he didn't say no, he used actions to resist Cheng Qiyong's tyranny.

"My bones are about to break. Please be gentle. I can't handle it."

Cheng Qiyong showed no mercy and directly pinched He Songfeng's waist with both hands, pressing his palms straight down on the most vulnerable internal organs under his belly.

He Songfeng's face turned blue instantly, and he grabbed the table randomly with his hands, throwing whatever he grabbed at Cheng Qiyong.

He resisted, but it was useless. His thin waist could not protect his internal organs, and Cheng Qiyong's hands almost broke them.

He Songfeng had no choice but to pinch Cheng Qiyong's crescent moon, breathing weakly through his nose while pinching.

Cheng Qiyong looked at him expressionlessly. He couldn't quite tell whether He Songfeng was just acting or was really not good enough.

But since he has paid enough chips, He Songfeng must play with him to the end.

But he was kind enough to stop for about half a minute to give He Songfeng time to catch his breath.

After He Songfeng's face turned from blue to red, the silence was instantly broken by the sound of slapping.

"Pah—"

Snap, Snap——

Snap, snap, snap—!”

The pace is getting faster and faster, more and more intense.

He Songfeng didn't even think about begging for mercy. The fact that he could squeeze out a sound from his throat was a sign of his strong physique.

Cheng Yiliao felt distressed again and quickly spoke up for He Songfeng: "Brother, please let him go. He said so."

A slap landed on the lower back of He Songfeng, causing his body to tremble violently.

In an instant, a clear slap mark was left on He Songfeng's lower back, even the changes in the thickness of the knuckles were fully imprinted.

Cheng Qiyong, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly gave him an order: "From now on, every time I say something, you will say Cheng Yiliao's name. Do you hear me?"

Shame forced He Songfeng to open his eyes wide. He pointed at Cheng Qiyong, held his breath, and cursed inwardly: Cuckold!

"one."

He Songfeng didn't shout.

Then the second slap landed on the other side of He Songfeng's lower back, making a double blessing. The pain made He Songfeng numb below the waist.

"two."

Cheng Qiyong said again.

This time He Songfeng didn't dare to be negligent, but he didn't even have time to catch his breath, let alone call out someone's name.

The three words "Cheng Yiliao" were mixed in with the charming moans, the voice trembling and circling, intermittent.

"three."

"Four……"

After counting to five, Cheng Qiyong stopped counting, but every time, He Songfeng would still cooperate and call out Cheng Yiliao's name.

Later, He Songfeng began to lose strength and his head was confused. He shouted out the three names "Cheng Qiyong", "Cheng Yiliao" and "Dear" randomly.

Just shout whoever you think of. Just shout whoever you want to shout.

No dietary restrictions.

At this time, Cheng Qiyong tilted his head, holding his phone, and asked Cheng Yiliao, "Are you still going to let him go?"

"Hiss—" Cheng Yiliao's hands were rubbing up and down until they were about to burn, and he panted like a dog, "Brother, brother, you are so willing to share."

"Hahaha..." Cheng Qiyong laughed loudly, then turned to sneer: "Sharing? Charity."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, pinched He Songfeng's chin, and gave him new instructions:

"From now on, if you call me Cheng Yiliao again, I will slap you."

He Songfeng nodded obediently, stretched out his hand, and held hands with Cheng Qiyong.

He Songfeng opened his wet, tearful eyes wide, and turbid tears squeezed out from the gaps between his eye sockets.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing out, so he could only ask Cheng Qiyong for help.

Cheng Qiyong put his fingers on it, wiping the tears along the skin from bottom to top. With his other hand, he pulled open the eyelids and forced the tears back into the eyelids.

Cheng Qiyong silently read two words.

He Songfeng didn't understand lip reading, but he understood this man's desire for him, and it was definitely a curse on him.

He Songfeng pursed his lips and smiled, saying softly: "You like it."

Cheng Qiyong smiled and said, "After DirtyTalk, it's time for SweetTalk."

Cheng Qiyong loves ST more than DT. He took He Songfeng down from the cold and hard table, held him in his arms, and gently stroked He Songfeng's hair, praising him:

"Of course I like you. You are smart, well-behaved, and can read people's expressions. It is my honor to have such a perfect lover."

"I like you very much."

He Songfeng didn't know how to respond. At this time, his love was basically just a casual remark, and its value was comparable to He Songfeng's "I love you".

He simply leaned in Cheng Qiyong's arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep, catching his breath first.

He Songfeng had just drooped his eyelids when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"President, are you there? Can I come in?"

He Songfeng was startled, and then he remembered that he and Cheng Qiyong were not in the hotel or the dormitory, but in the school, in the busy student union building.

It is even possible that his undisguised shouting just now had already been heard by everyone in the building.

He Songfeng's face turned red instantly, he covered his face with his two soft hands, and breathed rapidly in a panic.

He raised his head and subconsciously looked at Cheng Qiyong for help.

But he was clearly the avoidant type who would become indifferent and silent once he encountered difficulties, and never thought about solving problems. But for the first time, he thought about asking for help and finding a solution.

Cheng Qiyong put his arms around He Songfeng's waist, rested his head on his slightly uncomfortable shoulder, and said casually:

"Come in."

The tender white skin in his arms suddenly tensed and trembled. Although he didn't slap Cheng Qiyong in the face, he pinched his arm a few times.

He Songfeng couldn't help it any longer and murmured softly: "Cheng Qiyong, you cuckold."

Just as the door handle clicked and was about to move, Cheng Qiyong suddenly stopped him: "Wait a moment."

The bent door handle paused: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qiyong ordered: "I have a list left at the Discipline Inspection Department, please get it for me."

"Yeah, okay."

The doorknob bounced back into place and footsteps trotted away.

Cheng Qiyong said, "I locked the door, did you forget?"

He Songfeng said nothing, and kept on making crescent-shaped shapes on Cheng Qiyong's arm, over and over again.

Cheng Qiyong was not a pushover either. He grabbed He Songfeng's neck, pulled him in front of him, and sucked a huge kiss mark on the side of his neck.

The shirt collar couldn't cover it, and the tie couldn't cover it either, so it was exposed naked to the air.

The classmate who went to get the list went and came back, and the locked door was already open for him. He knocked twice and walked straight in.

The two people in the room were dressed neatly. Although their clothes were wrinkled, at least they were worn.

He Songfeng leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, pushed away Cheng Qiyong who was tying his tie for him, and quickly stood aside, completely severing all ties with Cheng Qiyong.

"President, the Discipline Inspection Department said you don't have a list with them."

Cheng Qiyong said casually: "Then I remembered it wrongly."

Cheng Qiyong walked back to his desk and looked at the large patches of white, slightly transparent water stains on the table. He naturally pulled up the toilet paper and wiped them clean without any explanation.

The Discipline Inspection Department was not far from Cheng Qiyong's office, only a short distance away. It was not enough for He Songfeng to clean himself up. It was only enough for him to hold Cheng Qiyong's children in his mouth and quickly get dressed.

It was not enough for Cheng Qiyong to clean up the turbid office. The air was filled with strong hormones and hot and humid air. Anyone with a little experience would understand what had happened here not long ago in an instant when they took a breath.

However, it was obvious that the people who came were inexperienced.

He just felt strange, but couldn't figure out what had happened.

Cheng Qiyong took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer, pushed them in front of the man, and gave the order in a clear and concise manner:

"I'll ask the administrator to delete the forum post and post a clarification announcement. Remember what I said."

"The He classmate incident?"

Cheng Qiyong did not answer, but said directly:

"The announcement stated that two students had maliciously photoshopped the image and fabricated rumors to defame He Songfeng. Upon investigation, He Songfeng was found to have excellent conduct and integrity, always upholding principles and acting with integrity..."

Cheng Qiyong suddenly stopped talking halfway because he looked at the seat of the office chair, which was the worst affected area where He Songfeng couldn't hold it, and the black seat was dyed white.

But he continued without changing his expression:

"He Songfeng maintains a clean and honest character in both his studies and interpersonal relationships, demonstrating a high sense of responsibility and self-discipline."

"Let the Propaganda Department review and write the rest."

He Songfeng's face was pale and blue. He wasn't pale, but the paleness was on his face.

He Songfeng wanted to laugh, but he had to hold it back.

Cheng Qiyong had made too much, and they were all blocked there, not allowing him to leak out.

He had to tighten his abdomen again and again, and even had to breathe carefully. Despite this, there was still a noticeable feeling of water sliding down.

The man carefully wrote down Cheng Qiyong's words on a piece of paper, treating them as imperial decrees: "Who are the two students?"

Cheng Qiyong didn't think twice before answering, "Cheng Yiliao and Zhou Biao."

Cheng Qiyong didn't even consider these two people as human beings. They were just servants and pet dogs, and he used them as a scapegoat, which was just a convenient thing to do.

"Okay, anything else?"

Cheng Qiyong shook his head.

"Yeah, well, I'll leave first then."

Cheng Qiyong tore off some toilet paper, dipped it in water, and wiped it on the chair.

After wiping it clean, he looked up and found that He Songfeng had not left. He asked in surprise: "Why don't you leave?"

He Songfeng walked up, grabbed Cheng Qiyong's hand and pulled him out.

He walked through the corridor, around the stairs, and stood downstairs of the school's administrative building. He counted the floors according to his memory and led Cheng Qiyong upstairs.

When going up and down the stairs, he relied entirely on Cheng Qiyong to hold his waist. He almost fell down several times. He simply took advantage of the fact that there were few people in the administrative building and walked with his arm around his waist.

He Songfeng was not willing to get too close to Cheng Qiyong. Although they said they were lovers, in his heart they were still in a one-month-only relationship that could not be made public.

As soon as they walked out of the stairs, He Songfeng immediately distanced himself from Cheng Qiyong, but he also took the initiative to hold hands with him and walk hand in hand.

It can be seen that this is He Songfeng's first time as a profiteer, and he is a little too deliberate and obvious in asking for help from others.

"What are you taking me to do?"

He Songfeng stopped outside an office door, took a breath, looked at Cheng Qiyong, pointed at the door, and signaled him.

Cheng Qiyong pushed the door open and walked in. The middle-aged female director, who was holding a thermos cup and drinking hot water soaked with wolfberries, hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Although Cheng Qiyong is a student, the status attached to his family's influence is enough for him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the principal, and no one in the school fails to greet him with a smile.

He Songfeng took another breath, held it in his mouth, and encouraged himself.

He Songfeng, she was the one who tore up your certificate first!

Now that you have a backer, you should take revenge!

Isn't all this effort just for this moment of bullying?!

He Songfeng made himself look arrogant, propped up his thin body, smiled faintly and walked to Cheng Qiyong and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"She, that's her!"

He Songfeng choked out his words.

But he soon fell silent, clamped his legs together, and grabbed Cheng Qiyong's arm with one claw, forming five crescent moons.

"She tore up my certificate."

He Songfeng hummed softly.

He lost the ability to speak loudly and couldn't even vibrate his abdomen vigorously.

Cheng Qiyong is probably the only person in the world who can empathize with his certificate.

Because He Songfeng, who had not yet decided to become Cheng Qiyong's cousin, bought this certificate from Cheng Qiyong in exchange for a deep kiss.

Only Cheng Qiyong knew how far He Songfeng would go for this certificate.

Even He Songfeng was turned inside out today just for the certificate, for this side, and for the future.

Cheng Qiyong stared at the woman coldly and asked, "You tore up his certificate?"

"Didn't the school expel him? How could he take the certificate back with him?" the middle-aged woman argued. "Besides, it's just a piece of paper, printed on. What's the harm in tearing it up?"

She still doesn't think that tearing up the certificate is a big deal for He Songfeng.

A piece of paper, a red piece of paper, that's all.

He Songfeng was also a little nervous. He thought so too, as most people would think so.

What about Cheng Qiyong? Would he think the same?

He did not look up, but raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Qiyong cautiously with his peripheral vision.

Cheng Qiyong frowned and shook his head in disbelief. "You knew it was just a piece of paper, but you didn't give it to him?"

The woman was speechless after being asked this question.

"You are a teacher, so why are you making things difficult for your students like this?"

Cheng Qiyong didn't bother to be polite with her. He chose to treat the middle-aged woman in the same way: "Do you know that for me, even if you quit, what will happen to you?"

Cheng Qiyong bent down, rummaged through the garbage, and personally found all the fragments of the certificate from the trash heap and held them in his hands.

Like He Songfeng, he cherishes He Songfeng's certificate.

"This is He Songfeng's first certificate in this school, but not the last one. However, today is your last day in this school."

He Songfeng took the miserable certificate and pointed at the photo frame on the woman's desk. When he really had someone to back him up, his attitude became more confident and he said, "That's mine, too."

Cheng Qiyong looked down on the rubbish photo frame that Pinduoduo was selling for 4.9 with free shipping and said, "I'll buy you a better one."

Cheng Qiyong put his arm around He Songfeng's waist and led him out of the cramped and depressing environment.

He Songfeng asked quietly, "You don't need me to exchange anything, right?"

"use."

"Then I still..."

Cheng Qiyong said, "Please put your certificate together first."

He Songfeng was stunned, and his head also buzzed violently.

The decent smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he could only look up at Cheng Qiyong, staring at him intently.

Why is this the answer?

This answer is so cheating!

Cheng Qiyong wanted to say that he had some ulterior motive for him so that it would be easier for him to repay the favor next time, instead of just saying that he just needed to put together the certificate. Then what would He Songfeng use to repay him?

Take love?

He Songfeng can't, he can't even love himself.

He Songfeng turned his eyes and said "Oh" calmly.

He stopped smiling, his mouth remained calm and motionless.

He was thinking that Cheng Qiyong could set him up next time.

Cheng Qiyong sent He Songfeng to the bottom of his teaching building, and suddenly stopped him and asked:

"Do you want to move out of the dorm? Away from them and live with me."

He Songfeng didn't answer and silently refused.

"A double room with one empty bed doesn't mean we're living together."

Cheng Qiyong finished his explanation and took He Songfeng's silence as his agreement. "Go back to the dormitory after school to pack your things. I'll pick you up."

“…………”

"If you refuse me, you will be left without a bed."

He Songfeng had to nod in agreement.

The little bit of goodwill he had accumulated not long ago disappeared, and he quietly withdrew his indulgence of Cheng Qiyong.

Cheng Qiyong must not let him in next time!

Absolutely not!

Cheng Yiliao was not in the classroom today. Zhou Biao and Zhang Hejing were sitting in the back seat, staring at him intently. However, with Zhang Hejing around, Zhou Biao didn't dare to act rashly.

And because they were sitting behind He Songfeng, they didn't notice the strawberry mark on the front of He Songfeng's neck, so no one became suspicious.

Unexpectedly, He Songfeng spent a peaceful afternoon.

He sat like this until the end of evening study, and then He Songfeng dragged his heavy steps back to the dormitory.

He opened the door with the key, pushed it open a crack just enough for him to pass through, and then stopped pushing.

The moment he walked in, a sharp chill pierced his waist.

He Songfeng's body tensed up.

It's a knife.

He Songfeng took a step forward, and the other party squeezed in through the gap and closed the door with his hands behind his back.

There was no time to turn on the lights in the room, but luckily the curtains were not drawn, and the street light outside the window shone dimly in, wrapping the entire room in a retro yellow and white color, as if there was still film noise floating in the air.

He Songfeng didn't say anything, but started to take off his clothes.

"I don't have money, I only have my body, I'll give it to you."

He Songfeng didn't dare to look back and held the knife against his lower back.

He didn't dare to delay, but quickly took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and took off his shirt neatly.

"If you don't mind..."

There was nothing wrong with his upper body; it was all covered with marks left intentionally by Cheng Qiyong.

The lower body was fine, with only fingerprints left on the legs.

The knife went from pressing against the lower back through the clothes to pressing directly against the flesh.

The sharp knife was pointed straight at him, and the other party's hand was shaking, as if he was ready to stab in at any time, cutting He Songfeng's lumbar vertebrae in half and leaving him paralyzed for the rest of his life.

"I won't resist, you can rest assured."

. . . . . . . . . .

…………

"Although... there are other people staying here."

He Songfeng spoke frankly to the knife-wielding man and did not hide his own filthiness.

The knife was obviously stunned.

The tip of the knife was pressed dangerously, but there was no next move.

"You..." he started, but quickly shut up.

He Songfeng was afraid of death and begged:

"Do whatever you want, but don't hurt me. I'm afraid of pain..."

"Sucked it for a whole day?"

The other party's voice was deliberately lowered so that He Songfeng could not tell who it was.

But He Songfeng couldn't ask for the specific name. What if he got it right and the other party got angry and stabbed him to death?

The other party began to move.

…

He Songfeng was scared, but powerless to resist.

His body, already overdrawn from the previous moment, couldn't handle being treated this way. He was shaking like a sieve, and the knife was still on his waist. He was afraid that if he didn't cooperate, he would die. All his previous efforts would be in vain.

"He Songfeng..."

The other party called out his name in a voice that was neither happy nor angry.

He Songfeng said "hmm", expecting to be met with obscene language and insults.

The other party responded seriously, "You can't keep this stuff in your body. The protein content will cause your intestinal organs to reject it, and you'll easily get inflammation and fever."

He Songfeng soon realized that the other party was actually doing a diligent and responsible job of cleaning up the mess for him. His words matched his actions.

I don’t know how long it took, but He Songfeng’s posture changed from sitting on the edge of the bed to lying down obediently like a hamster melting.

He Songfeng has always been tolerant, and his two scissor-like long legs are also so tolerant.

Even the strength of holding a knife can be tolerated.

The knife in the other party's hand scraped across He Songfeng's arched spine, making a creepy scraping sound.

"He Songfeng, don't let him do this next time."

The other party was like an old mother, repeating what she had just said about protein rejection.

He Songfeng's head was inflated and filled with white mist, and he didn't care about these trivial things.

It's not been a one-day or two-day thing for him to not love himself.

“Hmm…Hmm…”

This level of intensity is just right for He Songfeng.

When he was with Cheng Qiyong, that happiness belonged to Cheng Qiyong alone, which was extreme and exhausting.

Now is the real post-event comfort that can make He Songfeng feel happy.

He Songfeng was completely immersed in the enjoyment, enjoying the strange man holding the knife against his waist while serving him wholeheartedly.

Immerse yourself in the strangeness of the coexistence of warmth and crisis.

It's just that he was too immersed in it—

He didn't know when it started, but his body suddenly felt empty, and there was a spooky ghostly aura all around him.

It was so quiet that even the sound of heartbeats could be clearly heard.

An intense gaze poured in through the crack in the door and hit He Songfeng's back.

He Songfeng was so nervous that his whole body was shaking. His kneeling body swayed from side to side like a blade of grass.

This made him look more like he was deliberately trying to seduce someone.

He Songfeng first looked up and looked around in confusion, but no one was there.

But the strange gaze did not disappear.

He Songfeng turned his head little by little and slowly shifted his gaze to the door frame.

With the help of the dim light from the window, he could clearly see the man standing in the door frame.

"He Songfeng, who are you looking for?"

Cheng Qiyong crossed his arms, smiled indifferently, and looked at He Songfeng.

He Songfeng's hair suddenly stood on end, cold sweat squeezed into his skin pores, and he scrambled to escape from this body in fear.

Since when has he been here?

Are you just here?

Or did you watch it for a while?

Or have you never trusted me and have been following me all along?!

The adrenaline rush from being discovered cheating on his wife and having an affair surged, strongly stimulating the blood flow to his heart, like the knife that had just been against his waist, cutting directly into his heart.

He Songfeng felt an unprecedented excitement, the extreme excitement before a person dies.

It's fear, it's panic.

I am afraid that all the efforts I have made in the sex trade during the day will be wasted.