Chapter 59 Doll
The next day, when Liang Pin woke up, he found himself tied to the bed and unable to move.
When Alan Song walked in with an evil smile on his face, Liang Pin discovered that the device on the bed seemed to have incorporated some high-tech technology, which could control him to sit up, lie down, and stand up, but he could not move and could only let the device move.
"Hey? No, this, Brother Song, you." Liang Pin widened his eyes and asked stutteringly.
"Well, if you are willing, then I can imprison you in any way I want. This is also one of my ideas." The man's handsome features showed an innocent look.
Alan Song walked gently to the bedside, his fingers casually sliding on the buttons of the control devices, his eyes full of amusement and determination. "Little thing, I have carefully prepared for our 'captivity' for a long time." He leaned over slightly, approached Liang Pin's face, and his warm breath sprayed on Liang Pin's ear, "You said you were willing to be imprisoned by me, you can't regret it."
Liang Pin's face flushed, he felt embarrassed and annoyed. He wanted to struggle but was tightly restrained by the device, so he could only twist his body helplessly. "Brother Song, this is too sudden! I thought it was just a normal thing that I couldn't go out casually, who knew you would make such a big fuss." Liang Pin's voice was filled with a hint of anger, but also inexplicably mixed with a hint of expectation.
Alan Song straightened up, a wicked smile appeared on his lips, and he pressed a button. In an instant, Liang Pin was controlled to stand up slowly. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he walked forward a few steps uncontrollably, staggered and almost fell. "Haha, Alan, you are like a puppet controlled by me now, isn't it interesting?" Alan Song teased with a smile.
Liang Pin's face turned red, "Don't go too far!" But before he could finish his words, he was forced to lie back on the bed in a very vicious posture. "Brother Song, if you do this again, I will be really angry!" Liang Pin pretended to be angry and glared at Alan Song fiercely.
As if he had not heard Liang Pin's shouts and protests, Alan Song had a gentle and obsessive smile on his lips, and his slender fingers moved briskly on the control device, adjusting it precisely. In a moment, he fixed Liang Pin in a stable sitting position. He turned around and picked up the breakfast that had been prepared long ago. The rising hot air wrapped around the aroma of the food.
Alan Songmai walked over with steady steps, sat down beside the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently to cool it, and handed it to Liang Pin's lips. His voice was low and intimate: "Come on, open your mouth, little thing, and have breakfast."
Liang Pin pursed his lips tightly, his face full of shy resistance, but Alan Song seemed not to notice, still patiently coaxing him, and stubbornly brought the spoon closer. After a moment of stalemate, Liang Pin finally stared helplessly and opened his mouth, allowing Alan Song to feed him mouthful by mouthful.
Perhaps because he was full of shame, or perhaps because his hands and feet were out of control after being bound, Liang Pin swallowed a little hastily, and a spoonful of porridge accidentally slipped from the corner of his mouth. The thick porridge meandered down his fair cheeks, flowed over his graceful jaw, and slid all the way to his slightly rolling Adam's apple. The crystal clear porridge drops hung there, reflecting an ambiguous light.
Alan Song's eyes were instantly attracted by this scene, his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably, and he swallowed hard. His eyes darkened instantly, and his already ardent love suddenly added some indescribable emotions. His eyes were fixed on the porridge dripping from Liang Pin's Adam's apple, as if he was bewitched.
Liang Pin seemed to realize something and glared at Asong.
Alan Song was slightly startled, and coughed lightly in embarrassment, then returned to his gentle yet unyielding look. He raised his hand and gently wiped the porridge drops from Liang Pin's Adam's apple with his fingertips, his movements were so gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.
After the man put the bowl back, he sat down on the edge of the bed again, reached out and gently stroked Liang Pin's cheek, his voice softened: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. But, since you agreed, you have to be obedient in the future." As he said that, he pressed a few buttons again to release some of the restraints, and Liang Pin was finally able to move his arms a little.
"Brother Song, what else have you prepared?" Liang Pin looked at Alan Song warily, feeling both fear and curiosity. Alan Song smiled mysteriously, "This is just the beginning, there will be more surprises later. From today on, you are my exclusive baby, and I will take good care of you." After saying that, he stood up, walked to a corner of the room, opened a hidden cabinet, and it was filled with all kinds of strange props and devices, which stunned Liang Pin. A "captive life" full of unknowns and excitement has just begun.
Alan Song took out an exquisite necklace from the cabinet. It was inlaid with tiny gemstones and shone with a cold light under the lamp. He walked slowly to the bed with the necklace in his hand. Liang Pin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt nervous and expectant.
"Little thing, this will look great on you." Lan Song's voice was low and charming, and his fingers gently stroked the collar. Liang Pin subconsciously shrank back, but his bound body had nowhere to escape. "Brother Song, this..." Before Liang Pin finished speaking, Lan Song had already gently but unyieldingly lifted his chin and put the collar around his neck.
The moment the buckle was fastened, the collar tightened slightly, and Liang Pin could feel the cool touch against his skin. Lan Song looked at her with satisfaction, and his fingers slid along the edge of the collar gently across Liang Pin's collarbone, "So beautiful, you will be my exclusive mark from now on." Liang Pin's cheeks were hot, and he felt embarrassed and annoyed, but there was also a faint feeling of something else growing in his heart.
Afterwards, Alan Song returned to the cabinet and found a pair of specially made handcuffs. The material of the handcuffs was a soft but tough metal, and the surface was also decorated with gorgeous patterns. "Come on, stretch out your hands." Alan Song's tone was unquestionable. Liang Pin hesitated for a moment and slowly stretched out his hands. When the handcuffs gently locked his wrists, Liang Pin tried to move and found that although he could move a small range, it was impossible to escape.
"A Song, what are you going to do?" Liang Pin asked with a bit of grievance. A Lan Song did not answer, but smiled and pressed a new button on the device. The bed slowly rose up and turned into a standing position. Liang Pin was forced to stand in a strange position, with the center of gravity of his body entirely maintained by the device.
"In the days to come, you have to get used to the feeling of being controlled by me." Alan Song moved close to Liang Pin and whispered in his ear. The heat from his breath made Liang Pin's neck flush.
"So cute."
Liang Pin bit his lower lip, feeling mixed emotions, while Alan Song had already turned around and continued to search for the next prop in the cabinet. This captive journey filled with taboos and passion was developing in an unpredictable direction.
Alan Song rummaged around in the cupboard again and pulled out an eye mask, made of pure black satin with delicate silver thread patterns embroidered around the edges. He walked to the bed with the eye mask in his hand, his eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. Seeing this, Liang Pin closed his eyes subconsciously, his eyelashes trembling nervously.
"Little thing, don't be nervous." Alan Song's voice was low and gentle. He gently lifted Liang Pin's chin and slowly fastened the blindfold over his eyes. The world instantly fell into darkness, but Liang Pin's other senses were infinitely magnified. He could clearly hear Alan Song's every breath and feel every subtle movement of his.
Liang Pin, who lost his sight, became more sensitive to everything around him. Alan stroked his hair gently, then his fingers slid down his cheek, across his neck, and stopped at the collar. Liang Pin's breathing became rapid, and his body trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was because of nervousness or some other emotion.
"Brother Song, I... I'm a little scared." Liang Pin's voice trembled, and he unconsciously leaned towards Alan Song. Alan Song took the opportunity to hug him in his arms, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His hand gently rubbed Liang Pin's back, trying to soothe his emotions.
Then, Lan Song pressed the button on the device again, and the floor under Liang Pin's feet slowly rotated, and his body swayed slightly. The sudden dizziness made Liang Pin scream, and his hands subconsciously grabbed Lan Song's clothes. Lan Song hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear: "Relax, follow my rhythm."
As the floor rotated, Liang Pin gradually adapted to the dizziness. Alan Song began to operate other devices, controlling Liang Pin's body to make various movements, sometimes slowly raising his arms, sometimes slightly bending his knees. In the dark, Liang Pin completely obeyed Alan Song's command, and every movement was a little panic and obedience.
"You did a great job." Aramatsu praised him softly in his ear, and his warm breath sprayed on Liang Pin's earlobe, causing him to feel numb. Liang Pin's cheeks flushed, and although he was in the dark, he seemed to be able to feel Aramatsu's hot eyes staring at him closely.
In fact, Alan Song's eyes were indeed glued to Liang Pin from beginning to end, and never moved away for a moment. In those eyes, the blazing love was like a burning flame, burning fiercely, bright enough to be scorching, as if it could ignite the air around it.
He indulged in the feeling of controlling his lover, and every detail was greedily taken in by his eyes. Seeing Liang Pin's shy expression caused by being restrained, his slightly flushed cheeks, just like the first peach blossoms on the branches in spring, so charming, and his helpless look, and the sadness between his eyebrows, all filled Alansong's heart with great satisfaction.
This was an ultimate enjoyment for him. Liang Pin's every move, every frown and every smile were under his absolute control. He enjoyed this privilege that belonged only to him, like a king, overlooking his most cherished territory and not allowing anyone to touch it. Every time he saw Liang Pin showing those subtle emotional changes under his control, the corners of Alan Song's mouth would unconsciously rise, revealing a satisfied smile, which was filled with deep possessiveness and love, so strong that it could not be dissolved.
In this darkness, Liang Pin's heart was beating like thunder. He was both afraid and looking forward to Alan Song's next move, while Alan Song was immersed in the pleasure of having absolute control over Liang Pin. The two of them were sinking deeper and deeper into this forbidden world, unable to extricate themselves.
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After an unknown amount of time, Aransong finally stopped what he was doing. Liang Pin was breathing heavily, and his back was soaked with sweat. Aransong gently untied his blindfold, and the glaring light made Liang Pin squint subconsciously. When his vision gradually became clear, he saw Aransong's face flushed, and his eyes were shining with madness and satisfaction.
The dim and ambiguous light swayed in the house, casting mottled shadows. Alan Song leaned forward slightly, spraying his hot breath into Liang Pin's ears. His voice was like sandpaper, hoarse and low, with a bit of uncontrollable trembling: "Little thing, do you know? From the moment you walked into my world, I wanted to hide you. Now, this feeling of controlling you makes me unable to stop." As he spoke, his hands became more and more powerful, tightly clasping Liang Pin's shoulders, his knuckles turning white due to the force, as if Liang Pin would disappear like foam in an instant if he relaxed a little.
Liang Pin's mind went blank after being shocked by these straightforward and passionate words. A blush quickly appeared on his face, spreading from his cheeks to his ears. He lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes trembling uneasily, and his hands subconsciously grasped the corners of his clothes.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage, and in a voice as soft as the flapping of a mosquito's wings and with a little stuttering, he whispered, "I... I like it too, I like it this way, and I like you too." After he finished speaking, he shyly bit his lower lip again, not daring to look directly into Aransong's eyes that were full of possessiveness and love.
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After that, every morning when Liang Pin woke up, he would be restrained and controlled by various props for a while, and there would be new props every time.
One day, Aranematsu accidentally fell from the building and recalled some of his past memories.
It turned out that what Wei Yijue said was true. He and Liang Pin were really in the same orphanage.
And he was none other than Light himself.
It turns out that when I was a child, I already liked this little guy so much.
After the two asked the head of the family some questions, they realized that the reason why Asan Matsu lost his memory when he was a child was because the child was physically weak, and he drank too much during the detoxification and had a high fever, which led to his memory loss.
And that insect should be the Yang family's insect, and should be the material used to make the raw powder. Even Wei Yijue didn't know the truth about this matter. He just used the raw powder given by the Yang family to spread it and make money.
Wei Yijue no longer longed for the revival of his spiritual energy. He lived in harmony with everyone, especially his relationship with Xiaoliang was gradually warming up.
Xiaoliang accompanied Wei Yijue to continue selling products outside, but this time he put the antidote into the products and sold them, so that some people who still had time to detoxify could recover their health. He also did charity, donated money to some orphanages, and did good deeds everywhere.
It was to offset some of the sins that Wei Yijue had committed before. Although Wei Yijue didn't care, Xiaoliang wanted to do this, so he had to suffer with him, the idiot.
Wei Yijue had never imagined that he held such an important position in Xiaoliang's heart. Whenever he thought of the scene that day, his heart would feel slightly warm.