Chapter 011 | 0011 He forcefully grabbed her throat.
A deep male voice rang out; it was Hobert calling her, interrupting Wu Xian's attempt to back down.
Perhaps it was because his call was so melodious, and his condescending and indifferent tone was something that the muddled-headed Wu Qian could not refuse.
Hobart’s voice reminded her that a second person had seen her disfigurement, but his attitude reassured her, so she no longer needed to hide her distorted face.
With teary eyes, Wu Xian looked at Hobert sitting in the chair. He adopted a rather casual posture, with his legs crossed, making his muscular physique even more alluring.
She knelt down beside Hobert, her knees creased. The man grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up almost with one hand. She could only helplessly follow him upwards. The action resembled that of a cold-blooded executioner, and Wu Qian was a docile swan in his hands.
Hobart ordered, "Swallow."
Wu Xian's tears fell onto his hand, but she obediently swallowed the sandwich, making a sound like a calf ruminating as she swallowed, her throat contracting as if trying to spit it out.
Hobert pressed down hard on her laryngeal cartilage, the weight of his fingertips clearly and coldly calming her throat, which she imagined was already red and swollen from swallowing.
The pain and pleasure suppressed the urge to vomit, allowing Wu Xian to smoothly begin the next bite.
"Don't bite too big, this is punishment, I won't help you anymore."
Wu Qian liked this cold and detached attitude; she was incredibly compliant.
"I'm sorry, Master," Wu Xian apologized, rubbing against his leg.
She learned her lesson and ate in small bites, which was still painful, but the smell of Hobart made the food barely acceptable.
Her dark hair was disheveled, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, the back of her shirt was almost completely soaked, and Hobart's trousers were covered in tears.
She ate in a very messy manner. Eating is a natural human instinct, but Wu Xian did not behave in a normal way at all.
But Hobert did not despise him. He was the one who gave the punishment, and Wuxian could show all her shame in front of him. If it was fun, how could it be considered a punishment?
His eyes remained indifferent; such an expression had only been given to her by the former Mr. H and by the dead sculpture.
No matter how crazy Wu Qian went at night, they—the sculpture and Mr. H—remained eerily calm. Even when she stripped naked and ran around, tearing up all the paintings, there was no pity or disgust in their eyes, as if she were doing something perfectly normal.
It was as if her emotions were normal, and that she should vent her unhappiness instead of suppressing it.
The new master is the same; she can do anything, and he will tolerate it, Wu Xian judged.
Wu Xian found a long-lost sense of satisfaction in Hobert.
After punishing her, he wiped the salad dressing off Wu Xian's mouth and gave her enough water to rinse her mouth.
Afterwards, Wu Xian lay on his lap, and Hobert's cold hands rubbed her belly to suppress her nausea and restlessness.
He easily calmed Wu Qian down, making her as docile as a cat, exposing her belly and only meowing.
This is quite different from Mr. H, who would use a rougher approach to please her, such as making love or further training her, rather than gently caressing her like Hobart.
This was her first time trying this kind of relationship, and it didn't feel bad.
"Well done, good boy."
"Master, praise me again." Wu Qian knew that they had officially established a relationship, a relationship that was more perverse and unconventional than that of ordinary couples, but one that was intertwined and inseparable.
She looked up and met a pair of red eyes, as deep and blood-red as the sea. Her master said to her, "Well done, this is a reward, Cloud."
"Owner……"
“You like clouds and dark clouds, but you don’t like dark clouds, so shall we call you Cloud?” Hobart explained.
"I……"
“Don’t like dark clouds? Then I’ll call you Cloud, that’s it,” H said.
“Master…” Wu Qian called out again. She didn’t know why Hobert would say something so similar to H, nor did she care whether his eyes were technology or some inhuman beast.
All she knew was that she truly couldn't live without him.
"Master, Cloud loves you so much."
Hobert scooped up the slender bird and placed it on his lap. "Master loves Cloud too."
He finally closed the net, taking this cloud that belonged to someone else into his embrace, even though the love she spoke of was very shallow.
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Mr. H (whose name is unknown): Don't touch my things, get out of here, you old codger, you're so cunning!
Hobart: I'm innovative, not just a bookworm. Please don't slander me. Besides, she was the one who chose me.
Mr. H (whose name is unknown): I'm coming over right now to kill you.
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The Puppy's Diary (Exhausted Edition)
The sandwich tasted awful, but I swallowed it.
I want to be choked again, so I might as well take another big bite! [crossed out]
Hobart said he wouldn't help, so fine, the puppy will obey for now.
I'm happy to have found a home I like.
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