Chapter 31 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (7) Taming is a two-way street...
On campus, several stylishly dressed girls hurried towards the gymnasium, calling out to each other. Their faces were rushed, their expressions expectant, and they excitedly greeted anyone they recognized:
"Hurry to the basketball court, Jing Qibai will be playing in the game today!"
Everyone who heard this showed a look of surprise and joy, and soon they gathered into a large group and rushed towards the stadium.
"Senior Jing is not only handsome, but also plays basketball well. Most importantly, he gets first place in every subject. He won the gold medal in the last competition, and the teaching affairs office made a poster of him and put it up everywhere."
"Yes, yes, that photo is really cool. I even have one hanging in my dorm room as a keepsake."
"It is said that he is also very good at basketball, and when he moves, he has a manga-like feel like he is in Slam Dunk."
"Wouldn't it be incredibly childish to do that?"
"No, he's really handsome. He looks like a character straight out of a comic book."
Similar discussions continued unabated.
The match inside the stadium had not yet started. In a special lounge, a handsome young man with bright eyes was stroking the soft hair of the person in front of him, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his arrogant eyes.
He said in a low, hoarse voice, "Good dog, you swallowed it all." His tone seemed to be a reward.
The person kneeling in front stood up. He was a boy, slightly taller, with a well-defined six-pack and a lean physique visible beneath his slightly open collar. He was much larger and more robust than the boy, yet he wore a silver choker around his neck, which looked quite strange.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he had swallowed something. Then he spoke, "Is Young Master comfortable?" His voice was deep and resonant, like a quiet, clear mountain stream.
The boy, his face slightly flushed, leaned against the cabinet behind him, breathing softly. "Hmm. You're pretty good."
"Why did you suddenly decide to help me like this? Did the housekeeper ask you to look at the 'teaching guide' again?"
“No.” The boy licked his lips, a dark glint in his eyes. “I learned it myself because I wanted to make the young master happy.”
His features were strikingly handsome, especially his increasingly defined eyebrows, which made him appear much more mature than his peers. Compared to a year ago, he had lost some of his childishness and gained more composure and competence. His face, with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, was filled with a gentle expression, while also containing a hint of barely perceptible excitement.
Hearing his words, the handsome young master was very satisfied and reached out to ruffle the other's hair again. Jing Qibai obediently lowered his head and deliberately rubbed his hair in his palm, which made the young master let out a series of amused laughs.
"Then...would you like to come again, young master..." the boy asked in a low voice.
The young master shook his head, abruptly abandoning his lazy and carefree expression, and reverting to his cold and aloof demeanor.
"We'll talk about it tonight. You have a basketball game later. Everyone at school knows you're mine, so don't embarrass me." Yan Fuli's voice was as cold as a deep pool, and she spoke with arrogance. She seemed like a completely different person from the one who had just been panting with pleasure.
Fortunately, Jing Qibai was already used to his unpredictable temper. His face still held a gentle smile as he buried his head in the young master's round earlobe and gently nibbled on it, indicating obedience. But the other man did not notice the intimate and tender meaning that flashed in his eyes as he did this.
Soon, the game began.
This competition is between the international class and the elite class. To make it easier to "tame" him, Yan Fuli transferred Jing Qibai to her class a long time ago. At this moment, the top student in the grade is leading a group of "connections" against other "good students" in a fierce battle.
This scene was indeed a bit strange. After all, in the general public's perception, a student like Jing Qibai, who has no family background but good grades, would not be admitted to an international class that is known for having many poor students and those with connections.
He also wore the silver collar around his neck after entering the game, which was very conspicuous whenever he jumped to dunk, and looked quite inconvenient.
However, Jing Qibai not only excelled academically, but also displayed impressive athletic abilities. His repeated dunks and long-range shots drew cheers from the audience.
The young boy sweated it out on the sports field, his focused expression and agile movements adding a unique charm to him.
Some freshmen, in particular, put in their best efforts to cheer for "Senior Jing Qibai," and seeing this scene made some people feel incredibly envious.
Those who knew the inside story couldn't help but mutter, "So what if Jing Qibai is powerful? He's just a dog that Young Master Yan keeps. Didn't you see the collar he's wearing? He's been wearing it for a whole year."
These words were ultimately drowned out by passionate screams.
After several tens of minutes of competition, the international class ultimately won by a large margin. The girls screamed Jing Qibai's name, and many shouted, "The president is awesome!"
After the game ended, Jing Qibai, who had been dazzling on the field all day, turned his gaze to the stands and accurately found Fu Li's figure. He smiled and waved, like a big dog that had done a good deed and wanted praise.
Fu Li's expression remained indifferent, as if she had already anticipated the outcome of the competition. She only nodded regally when Jing Qibai looked over, to show her approval.
After the game, Jing Qibai took a shower and changed his clothes before returning to the classroom. He knew Fu Li was a germaphobe, so after any strenuous exercise, he would consciously take a shower first, then spray a little of the young master's favorite perfume on his collar, so that when he reappeared, he would look like a fragrant daffodil. This also attracted many boys to privately complain that he was a sleazy person.
In the classroom, many people were fawning over Yan Fuli.
"Young Master Yan is really amazing. He led our class to crush the elite class once. I don't know why, but ever since we moved up a grade, those country bumpkins actually think they can compete with us. You're so experienced. This time, you really crushed their arrogance. Let's see if those guys dare to bark like dogs again."
"As long as the top student in the grade is in our class, those country bumpkins have no right to be arrogant. Young Master Yan was right..."
He boasted as if Yan Fuli was the top student in the grade who played basketball.
Fu Li sat in his seat, looking smug and arrogant.
In his view, Jing Qibai was his man, and it was only right that any contributions he made should be attributed to him, his master.
When Jing Qibai entered, he saw the young master with an arrogant smile on his face, sitting cross-legged on the chair, his porcelain-white ankle exposed at the bottom of his trousers, facing one of the boys with a fawning expression.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly. He then stepped forward, said "Excuse me" a few times, and subtly pushed everyone aside before squatting down next to Fu Li to massage his legs. He was like a loyal and proactive servant.
His expression was serious and composed, revealing no problem whatsoever. The boys who had been pushed to the outside were slightly annoyed, but dared not lash out in front of Fu Li. They could only whisper sarcastically, "Jing University's top student is really a good dog."
Gradually, the crowd dispersed.
Fu Li stroked Jing Qibai's clean, soft hair, enjoying the scent of cedarwood on him. She glanced at the time and asked, "Isn't it student council patrol time now? Aren't you going?"
Since they moved up a grade, they have been eligible to join the student council.
As the young master of the Yan family, Fu Li certainly wouldn't let power fall into other hands. However, he didn't like to worry about those miscellaneous matters, so he let Jing Qibai take over as the student council president.
Whenever Jing Qibai struts around the school with a serious expression, carrying the student council's record board, but wearing a bright collar engraved with Fu Li's name, everyone knows that it's Young Master Yan's dog patrolling the school for him.
Although Fu Li appointed him as student council president, Jing Qibai was strict in enforcing the law, handled every matter impartially, and his methods of rectification were swift and ingenious, leaving no room for error.
If someone commits a crime at school and doesn't want a record, their only option is to plead with Yan Fuli. This effectively turns the student council into a weapon in the hands of young master Yan.
This naturally drew the ire of many, but they dared not vent their anger on Yan Fuli. Instead, they could only sarcastically remark behind his back that Jing Qibai was Fuli's vicious dog.
But for most people, even the collar around his neck couldn't stop Jing Qibai from shining brightly. Many believed that someone as outstanding as him would eventually break free from the Yan family's control and live out his own glorious life.
At first, Jing Qibai thought the same thing.
But now---
His fingertips had already reached the exposed, jade-like skin on the young master's ankle, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice, "I don't need to go on every student council patrol; the staff below will handle it."
As he spoke, he increased the pressure on her hand, causing Fu Li to let out a soft moan unexpectedly.
The young master didn't notice his sudden darkening expression, but instead asked with a smile, "I heard that some people in the student council are gossiping behind your back that you're my vicious dog. Is that why you don't want to go?"
"How could that be? That's just the truth. I am the young master's man, the young master's dog. As for whether I'm evil or not, that's only in their eyes. I don't care." Jing Qibai said calmly, his fingertips lightly playing with the fragile ankle bone, leaving a faint red finger mark as he gently caressed it.
Fu Li didn't notice, but was satisfied with his answer.
"This year of raising you hasn't been in vain." She gently patted his cheek and said, "You know that, that's good."
After school, upon returning to the Yan residence, as a reward for making her look good during the day, Fu Li allowed Jing Qibai to make a request.
He had expected the other party to ask him to remove the collar or something, but to his surprise, Jing Qibai squatted down, looked up and gazed deeply into his eyes, and said:
"Tonight, I hope you will allow me to touch your body, young master."
Fu Li was taken aback at first, then kicked him, the tip of her shoe hitting his shoulder. Her aloof and noble face remained indifferent, even carrying a hint of mockery.
"What, you're not used to being a dog? Want to try rebelling?"
Jing Qibai, despite being kicked, wasn't annoyed and explained, "Of course I wouldn't dare. I just want to make Young Master happier. Just like during the day, Young Master felt very comfortable, didn't he? I can make you feel even more comfortable." As he spoke, his voice grew deeper and more seductive, like a giant snake coiled at the edge of a mud pit, luring passersby into it.
Looking into his clear, seemingly sincere eyes, Fu Li thought for a moment and finally decided to back down.
"Alright then. But don't let me find out you have other intentions, or I'll break your hand!"
Jing Qibai lowered his eyes and obediently responded.
After getting into bed, the young man skillfully and respectfully took off the young master's clothes, folded them, and placed them on the bedside table, then revealed his strong and muscular physique.
He said softly, "Young Master, I'm beginning."
His tone was calm and indifferent, not like he was holding back something bad.
Fu Li gave a faint "hmm".
......
Jing Qibai buried his head in his mouth and kissed the young master's collarbone, his voice muffled: "Young master, I can do better."
As he spoke, his hand gradually moved backward to the flesh of Jing's buttocks. Fu Li was then surprised to realize what he was about to do. She suddenly sat up and slapped Jing Qibai on the side of his face.
The blow was delivered with no restraint, and soon a bright red handprint landed on the boy's handsome cheek, which gradually became swollen and red.
"You stupid dog, what are you doing?! Did I agree to this? You really want to rebel against me?!" Fu Li roared in anger.
Having learned from his experience in the previous world, how could he not know what Jing Qibai's actions were trying to do? In this world, he just wanted to enjoy himself and didn't want to be penetrated by a man again.
Jing Qibai stopped what he was doing and knelt before Fu Li. Beneath his respectful exterior, a fleeting look of regret flashed across his face—he hadn't expected Fu Li to react so strongly; it seemed he couldn't proceed too quickly.
"Young Master, I was wrong. I didn't mean to offend you; I just wanted to bring you more happiness. If I made you uncomfortable, I promise I will never do it again." His posture was humble and respectful, seemingly not intentional.
Fu Li frowned slightly, scrutinizing Jing Qibai with a cold gaze.
Over the past year, Jing Qibai not only took over all of his notes and homework, but also took on the task of running errands at school.
As a useful tool, he gradually came to understand Fu Li's preferences.
At the same time, Fu Li gradually came to understand the saying—taming is a two-way street. On the surface, he tamed the male protagonist, but at the same time, he himself gradually became inseparable from him.
He rubbed his reddened palms and said coldly, "Besides the information provided by the butler, you're not allowed to watch any more of that explicit stuff. What a terrible thing you've been doing, trying to take advantage of me. Know that I have people to replace you. Remember your place!" His tone was cold and stern. It was also a reminder to Jing Qibai not to try and control him.
But the focus of Jing Qibai is not here.
When he heard Fu Li say that he could find someone to replace him, a dark and gloomy look flashed in the depths of his lowered eyes. When he looked up again, he had already returned to his usual submissive demeanor.
"Yes, young master. I understand."
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