Jealousy (17)
If Bo Wen is really a good teacher, then it would be a waste of his talent for him to be a housekeeper here for Song Shu.
At this moment, Song Shu felt that it didn't matter whether he was straight or not, what mattered was that he was impotent.
Bowen seemed determined to teach him these things, and he couldn't reveal the fact that he was impotent. He was so anxious that he could hardly speak. He could only stutter and try to pretend to be an innocent boy: "Isn't it a bit too advanced to discuss these things now?"
"Well." Bowen was more thoughtful than him, "So I invited some people, you can see them first."
Look, look...what are you looking at!
Song Shu felt like his brain was about to explode, but he had seen this before. Could it be that Bo Wen had already started planning it at that time?
Ahhh the scheming gay.
Song Shu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but due to his character he couldn't refuse, so he had to sit down and watch the two handsome boys bow to him, then start to perform diligently.
Bo Wen was afraid that he might not understand, so he patiently explained it to him.
It doesn't feel good to be treated as a moron. Song Shu is really stupid.
Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run, okay? Don't look down on others!
However, Song Shu could only yell in his heart about ooc. He watched the whole game with a wooden face, and during the intermission, Bo Wen handed him a glass of water.
Bai Wen handed the water to Song Shu's lips. There was no reason for him not to drink it. His face was so hot and his brain was about to explode. He didn't think much about it for a moment and drank the glass of water from Bai Wen's hand.
The water tasted a bit weird though.
Song Shu smacked his tongue and licked his lips, and a layer of moisture covered his bright red lips.
In order to create an ambiguous atmosphere and provide better viewing, and taking into account the gloomy personalities of Bo Wen and Song Shu who do not like bright light, only the main theater's lighting was sufficient in the study, so that Song Shu could easily see the performers' movements and expressions.
Only the light from the screen illuminated Song Shu's face.
This is similar to watching a movie in the audience, but also quite different.
Because Song Shu, who was watching the movie, was paying attention to the stage, but the actors and other moviegoers were almost all looking at Song Shu.
No matter where the play progresses, the young man's expression is always cold and restrained.
The long black hair cascades down with smooth ends. The light cannot soften her tired eyebrows and eyes, and her cheeks are white and soft, squeezed out by her fingertips.
Everyone realized that the young man seemed to be so bored that he wanted to yawn.
Bo Wen's attention was always on Song Shu, and he naturally knew that Song Shu had actually seen many such performances.
It's just... he needs performance as a stimulant for Song Shu.
Bowen curled his lips in pleasure.
As a teacher, he is about to take control of the child's desires.
…
As the whole performance began, Song Shu could feel that their eyes were more on him.
See what he does?
Song Shu's thoughts almost came to a standstill.
Habits are really terrible things. I used to blush when I watched these things, but now I am impotent and even my mood is numb. And after getting used to watching them, I can even daydream and think about other things while watching them.
It looked like he was really weak, after all, he didn't react and was distracted. But Song Shu just wanted to curse: He's already fucking impotent, and you let him watch these, is he not pure or sick?
Song Shu felt a little bored, his heart had already flown to Alice. He recalled the sweet time he and Alice had applied medicine today, and was just waiting for this scene to end so he could go back to his bedroom and sleep.
What kind of dream should I have tonight?
After thinking for a long time, I decided to have a background dream of childhood sweethearts with Alice. ps: yellow-haired people, go away!!
Song Shu's mind gradually became dizzy, and he felt that his mouth seemed a little sweet. He vaguely thought that the glass of water he just drank was a little too sweet.
Song Shu rubbed his brows and looked at the main stage again. He found that the two leading actors were also drinking water and taking a break. When they saw him looking at them, they pursed their rosy lips into a sweet smile.
There was a hint of spring in the boy's eyes, his rosy eyes raised slightly, and he winked at him playfully.
Although Song Shu didn't pay much attention to it before, he knew that the boy was the one who played the role of the receiver. He had a nice voice and his body... seemed very soft?
At the same time, the boy on the other side also looked at him, holding a glass of water in his hand, with some cold and hard facial lines, but an expression of familiar shyness.
Song Shu felt his mind becoming increasingly unclear. He held up his forehead with his hands. His breath became a little hot, and the heat in his chest threatened to drown him.
He propped himself up and said dazedly, "Bowen, I feel a little unwell. Shall we stop here today?"
But he was pressed down again.
"No, Master."
Bo Wen stood beside him, his gentle and kind mask suddenly cracked. He was still smiling, but his hands were like an iron hoop, firmly suppressing Song Shu.
Song Shu was already feeling extremely hot, and the scene in his vision began to become distorted.
But he had no strength, like an ice cream melted in the summer sun, sitting passively and limply in the main seat.
Unable to think, Song Shu licked his dry lips listlessly, "What else is there next? Bowen, I really feel uncomfortable."
Bo Wen touched his head again, just like he was touching a kitten or a puppy.
"Next, you will be happy."
Bowen said.
Happy about what…?
Song Shu raised his eyes and saw that the two people in the main theater had stopped and were walking towards him at the same time, wearing only light gauze. Several other young men who were originally watching the show were also moving towards him, while Bo Wen had retreated into the darkness.
Only then did Song Shu realize that he was the ultimate protagonist of this play.
…
There's something wrong with that glass of water.
Feeling more and more unwell, Song Shu thought of the glass of water that Bo Wen had fed him, and cursed Bo Wen in his heart as a pervert.
Afraid that he wouldn't want to study hard, they actually fed him drugs!
Song Shu was about to collapse and frantically called 555 in his heart.
555: [Sorry, host, I can't help you. ]
Seeing that Song Shu was about to curse the system, 555 said: [But the system can guarantee the host's chastity and safety. ]
After all, this kind of drug, just as there are types that can make people unable to get an erection but have a strong sexual desire, there are also types that can make people very erect and have a very strong sexual desire.
Bo Wen subconsciously always thought that Song Shu was superior, so the medicine he fed Song Shu was naturally very effective, but he never thought that Song Shu was impotent.
Real impotence that cannot be cured by any effective medicine.
Song Shu can't have sex with others, and Bo Wen won't let anyone else have sex with him, so isn't that safe?
555: [Host, rest assured, your virginity will not be touched by anyone. ]
Look how guilty 555 is, he even uses honorifics.
Song Shu was halfway through his madness, but he could barely accept this sentence... Bullshit!
I don't know what 555 is planning. The passion brought on by the x drug had nowhere to go, so it rushed straight to his brain, making him dizzy.
After Song Shu scolded Bo Wensen *late*, he scolded Ryan, then scolded the system, and scolded the damn character setting that didn't allow ooc.
Not long after, his hand was held by someone. He looked over and found that it was the boy who smiled at him before.
The boy has a pair of beautiful eyes and perfect lip shape. He looks like an innocent little white rabbit from beginning to end.
He pecked and kissed Song Shu's fingertips, and rubbed them with his soft cheeks from time to time. Song Shu curled her fingers, and he obediently let go and put his face in Song Shu's hands.
He knelt down and whispered fondly, "My Lord the Duke."
The boy who was holding the water cup earlier was also at his knees, looking up at him admiringly.
Song Shu's breathing quickened. He stared at the young man and the boy's eyebrows, and finally remembered where that damn familiar feeling was.
Whether it is a teenager or a boy, their eyes and eyebrows are like Alice.
There was a loud bang, like a thunder that struck out of nowhere in a sunny day, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The string of calmness and rationality that was struggling madly in Song Shu's head snapped.
…
Are there any signs when it rains?
have.
Before it rains, it may be hot and muggy, dragonflies and insects may fly low, and the weather may be gloomy. Even when it rains, the sound of raindrops hitting leaves, eaves, and the ground can be heard.
Tears are different.
The young man's complexion was always pale, but with the help of the medicine, his cheeks were tinged with warmth and his lips seemed a little red and swollen.
Tears rolled down my face and gathered at my chin, and only I knew when they fell. Unless they fell on my skin, the coldness could arouse some sympathy from others.
Song Shu's tears came so suddenly that everyone present was stunned, mixed with fascinated surprise.
The thin layer of sweat on the white neck stuck to the black hair, winding without any rules. The tears fell more and more, but the young man cried without sound, and occasionally his thin and curled eyelashes held broken tears, and there would be pitiful sobs when they fluttered.
Like a broken portrait of a beauty, fragile and easily broken.
"Why are you crying?"
Bo Wen walked out of the darkness and kicked away a young man who was lying at Song Shu's feet.
The kick, which was delivered without any strength, seemed to contain unknown emotions. The young man was sweating profusely and was kicked to the side, curling up his body.
"Why are you crying?"
Bo Wen asked again, lifting Song Shu's chin lovingly, "You can say whatever you are not satisfied with, why are you crying?"
Song Shu looked at the boy who was kicked away, breathing rapidly, feeling inexplicably angry.
For the first time, it wasn't because of himself, nor because of Alice. Perhaps it was because of the similar eyebrows and eyes to Alice that made Song Shu feel pathetic, and wanted to do something to calm and divert the anger in his heart.
"What did you do to him?"
Bo Wen glanced at the boy curled up on the ground and said indifferently: "It's just a little thing, don't worry about it."
"Don't worry?"
There was a fire burning in the young man's moist eyes. His body was shaking slightly because he was too excited. "Bowen, I hate you."
"What did you say?"
Bo Wen's lips sank two pixels and his eyes turned cold.
"Song Shu, do you know what you are talking about?"
Song Shu persisted, his black hair soaked with cold sweat covering the enchanting red mole.
The fire in his eyes burned, melted, and seeped into his bones.
He repeated word for word: "Bo. Wen, I. Hate. You."
The study was as cold as an ice cave. The young men who were sent to the study huddled together tremblingly, not daring to raise their heads.
"Hate me?"
Bowen repeated, "You're going to say this to me for a worthless thing?"
"Song Shu, I asked you why you were crying, but you didn't say anything. You could even say anything if you were dissatisfied. But you said, you hate me?"
Bo Wen's footsteps were particularly obvious in the quiet study. He stepped on the boy's neck from above. With just a little force, the boy's head would be separated from his body.
"You hate me because of him?"
Song Shu was trembling, and the inexplicable heat turned into anger. His unreasonable anger, towards Bo Wen and himself, seemed like it should have happened a long time ago, or as if it had been accumulating for a long time. A sentence popped up in his brain for no reason.
Extreme anger had made Song Shu lose his mind. His eyes were fixed on Bo Wen, and tears rolled down his cheeks unconsciously.
"Are you doing this to me to satisfy yourself or for my father?"
"I'm not your toy, and I'm not him."
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