Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Narcissus, looking at herself in the mirror
He Songfeng curled up in the quilt, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.
His body was hot with unsatisfied desire, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.
He wanted to rebel against Cheng Qiyong, so he tried to accept everyone who came to him.
But no one dared, not even himself.
He turned on the light and sat on the edge of the bed, his thin back exposed. His two hands hung down and grasped the edge of the bed, his ten fingers clasped tightly with all his strength.
I tilted my head slightly and saw myself in the mirror.
It was a very beautiful figure, sitting obediently on the edge of the mirror, staring at each other silently, with a decent smile subconsciously appearing at the corner of her mouth, exuding her habitual gentleness and decency.
Her eyes were like transparent beads that could not be picked out of a glass of soda, but were enclosed in her peach blossom eye sockets, calmly enduring external scrutiny.
Perhaps because they were too far away, He Songfeng felt that the person in the mirror was like a cloud of fog, as if it would disappear at any time.
So he got out of bed barefoot, quietly, trying his best to suppress any noise, and walked into the mirror step by step.
He saw the person in the mirror doing the same thing, showing him compassion and tenderness.
Walk closer and closer until your palms are placed on the mirror, with your fingers pointing.
The temperature of the mirror gradually turned from cold to hot, especially where the two people's palms touched, as if there really was such a gentle and beautiful person over there, tolerating his dirty desires.
He Songfeng was in a trance.
He no longer recognized himself or his reflection in the mirror.
Eyes as watery as glass soda stared at him pleadingly.
"Can I kiss you? I don't want to…I don't want their scent to last on my lips."
The person in the mirror didn't express his opinion, but smiled at him in a distant and decent manner.
He Songfeng treated the other person as a saint. He put his hands on the mirror, slowly knelt down, leaned forward, and moved closer to the other person's hard and cold body.
"Help"
He Songfeng moved his palm to the face of the person in the mirror, but suddenly put his palm on his lips.
He stroked his lips, and the lips of the person in the mirror were forced to move by him.
He forcibly touched the lips of the person in the mirror in such a despicable way.
"You won't turn me down, will you?"
One party nodded, and then both parties nodded in agreement.
He Songfeng carefully pressed his entire body against her, not just his hands, like a child in a myth throwing himself into his mother's soft embrace.
He Songfeng closed his eyes and kissed the person in the mirror.
The other person's lips were cold and hard, but fortunately He Songfeng quickly gave his warmth to the other person. The four words "wet, sticky and warm" can actually be used to describe the mirror.
He Songfeng pressed out her cherry pink tongue, revealing a pointed tip, and tentatively licked the man facing her.
The handsome man did not reject him, and even responded to his affection by licking him with his tongue as well.
The two people's tongues kissed at the same point, like a red line, penetrating from the left side of the plane to the right side of the mirror, wrapping both of them up so that they couldn't breathe, difficult to cut off, and difficult to separate.
It was as if there were really two identical living people at this moment, holding hands, kneeling facing each other, leaning on each other, hugging, kissing and licking each other.
He Songfeng opened his eyes and saw the confusion and bewilderment in the other person's eyes. His lips parted slightly, and saliva slid down from the corner of his mouth. He was so stunned that he forgot to wipe it off. He was only focused on the other person, and his thin chest rose and fell rapidly.
The other person looked back in a daze, and when he slowly blinked, the black mole in the middle of his eyelid was exposed generously, like a clitoris, trembling in indulgence at the climax of love.
He Songfeng's throat tightened and a dirty curse almost came out of his mouth.
Fortunately, he realized that he should not treat beautiful men badly like those bad men.
He Songfeng, you have to be gentle to him.
If you scold him, he will be sad.
He Songfeng said, "I'm sorry."
The handsome man in the mirror was startled, looking surprised as if he had never heard such words before.
A sex doll that is used to being soiled and defiled has never been apologized to so sincerely.
He Songfeng lowered his head and moved closer to the other person again.
"Can I... have a next step?"
The two people looked at each other sincerely, and once again both sides tacitly agreed to continue.
He Songfeng tentatively imitated how others treated him and looked at the person in the mirror.
He heard the person in the mirror let out an unbearable breath, "Ugh...", and his smooth brows were squeezed into grooves, as if his beautiful face was cracked.
"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
The waist of the person in the mirror was frighteningly thin. He Songfeng tentatively pinched it with his palm. His hands were not small, and his fingers were thin and long, so he could pinch it with one hand.
"If it hurts, you can tell me and I will stop. I won't force you."
He Songfeng spoke to herself considerately while raping her.
He really couldn't tell who the person in the mirror was. He even forgot who he was and was only concerned with the happiness of the moment.
Whose hand is this?
Who is kissing his lips and holding his hand?
Who pinched his waist?
I can't tell the difference, anyone is fine.
He Songfeng's head turned into a white fog, he lost the ability to think, and all he wanted to do was sink and fall.
He only knew that he was courting the person in the mirror, and the person in the mirror was like a god, showering him with intense love.
He was so comfortable that his whole body was spasming with pleasure, not shaking out of control due to exhaustion.
For the first time, he felt the feeling of being pampered. The rhythm, strength and movements were just right.
"you're so beautiful."
"I like you."
"I love you."
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
"Don't be too gentle with me."
"Okay, what do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you say."
He Songfeng was completely immersed in his self-pity and self-love. On the one hand, he played the role of a superior who was considerate and comforting, and on the other hand, he played the role of a subordinate who was vulnerable and courting.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the person in the mirror would look at him considerately and tolerate his demands.
When he closed his eyes again, his empty body would be filled with strange yet familiar limbs.
Every word he said was the comfort he needed most as he was mentally impoverished.
Fortunately, he took good care of himself.
In this self-pity and self-love, everything about He Songfeng was satisfied, his psychological, physiological, everything.
He is not a lover who is ridden by everyone, he is a lucky person who is spoiled and cared for with gentle words.
“Haaa…haaa…”
He Songfeng lay on the ground, enjoying the lingering echoes of the stars, which were the afterimages of the fireworks that rose to the sky in his mind.
At this moment, he smiled, a relaxed smile from the heart.
After He Songfeng regained some strength, he slowly sat up and looked at the dirty and beautiful man in the mirror. The man still gave him an tolerant smile, as if to say, "It's okay, I like being treated like this by you."
He Songfeng's heart was pounding.
"Thank you."
He Songfeng felt that a simple thank you was not sincere enough, so he leaned forward again, intertwined their fingers, closed his eyes and lowered his head, slowly leaving an intimate kiss on the other's lips.
"Will there be a next time?"
He Songfeng asked the other party softly, but he was worried that the other party was a soft-hearted god. It would be too pitiful if he was forced to do something when he was obviously unwilling, so he added considerately: "You can refuse me."
In He Songfeng's shining anticipation, the other party looked at him, smiled lightly, and nodded gently.
He Songfeng let out a long sigh and lay down on the ground with satisfaction.
Close your eyes and continue to feel the beauty just now.
But within two minutes, he suddenly stood up, hurriedly walked to the head of the bed, pulled out a stack of toilet paper, and wiped his thighs with it, making his hands wet.
Turning around again, I saw a handsome man wiping himself by the edge of the mirror.
His face flushed in the blink of an eye.
After He Songfeng had his fun, he realized that he had gone crazy and actually mistook the person in the mirror for an admirer, doing such an unbearable thing to himself.
He also said things like that, which are what lovers say to each other.
He Songfeng lowered his head, covered his face tightly, and took a deep breath.
"He Songfeng, you are really crazy!"
But at the same time, another voice in my head retorted: "Why are you crazy? You are too harsh on yourself. No one said you can't be narcissistic."
“But…but…”
The inner voice scolded harshly: "But what? Are you happy or not?"
He Songfeng felt ashamed. He squeezed out a weak word from his throat: "...Great."
The voice in his heart finally let him go and calmed down.
He Songfeng covered his face and half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. It took him a long time to accept the fact that he had cleared himself so that water flowed all over the floor.
There was no further news on this matter. He took another nice bath and went back to bed.
Unlike the beginning when I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, I fell asleep in a few breaths and slept till dawn.
The early morning bell rang twice before He Songfeng reluctantly sat up from the bed.
He moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, then turned his head and happened to look at the person in the mirror again.
"He Songfeng, this is you, don't go crazy."
He Songfeng warned himself in a soliloquy, and he cruelly forced himself to ignore the courting gaze of the handsome man, put on his clothes, washed up, and tidied his bedding.
He stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his appearance one last time, making sure he looked beautiful and complete before he put on his schoolbag.
Before leaving, He Songfeng turned back to the mirror and gave the person in the mirror an intimate kiss regardless of anything else.
"Good morning, see you tonight."
He Songfeng went out, still muttering "See you in the evening".
In the evening... in the evening...
When he thought of this, He Songfeng subconsciously squeezed his legs together and rubbed them back and forth twice while walking. Although he let go quickly, He Songfeng could not hide the soreness coming from that place.
He was looking forward to his self-defilement in the evening with lustful anticipation.
He Songfeng quickly covered his face with his two cold palms, lowered his head which was always held high, and squinted his eyes shyly.
He Songfeng walked out of the dormitory building reluctantly.
The early autumn morning was as cold as winter, and the air was gray, as if a hand in the clouds had swept down the dust accumulated throughout the summer, so the mist was not only pungent but also stinging to the eyes.
He Songfeng rubbed his nose, sneezed, and continued to think about He Songfeng in the mirror.
So much so that he didn't notice the strange looks given to him by the classmates passing by. More and more people gathered around He Songfeng, and the muddy feeling in their eyes became more and more serious.
"They look alike, but they don't have the same temperament."
"Do you know what it means to be in front of people and behind them? Do you know the contrast? It's so cool."
"What?"
"You're so quiet and unapproachable in public, but at night you become a random, easy-going bastard. Isn't that cool?"
"Don't do it, I'm abstaining from sex."
He Songfeng paused and glanced at the people around him who were discussing him with a puzzled look.
After being stared at, the group of people were not afraid at all, but stared back even more boldly, with the invitation in their eyes so strong that it seemed to be about to burst out, as if if He Songfeng looked at them one more time, someone would immediately come forward and kidnap He Songfeng and force him away.
Even if you are slow, you should understand what happened.
Zhao Jieyi finally released the video.
He Songfeng was trapped in the middle of the crowd, and the group wouldn't let him leave.
"I've always said that people like you, who don't go to public school and come here to study, can only be looking for sex."
"There are so many people here, just pick a few to be your financial sponsors, and you will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life. Pick your choice."
He Songfeng stared at the men talking in front of him with an expressionless face. He said nothing and did not refute, tacitly allowing such rumors to run rampant around him.
A boy rushed out and helped him push the group away, shouting, "What are you talking about?! Don't say things without evidence!"
He Songfeng's gaze slowly shifted to him, remembering that he was a classmate of his who was also a poor student in the preparatory class, and they had a very brief friendship.
He Songfeng was surprised that the other party would speak up for him in front of so many people just because of such a short friendship.
He Songfeng stretched out his hand and tugged at the other person's sleeve, signaling him to stay away from him and not to cause trouble.
The boy shook off He Songfeng's evasive attitude and continued shouting, "Photo-editing and AI technology are so advanced nowadays that it's hard to tell whether something is real or fake. Why are you slinging slanderous accusations against someone here? If you think it was He Songfeng, then please produce evidence. If not, apologize to He Songfeng."
"You may be rich, but how can your upbringing and manners be worse than a three-year-old kid on the street?"
After the quarrel, the idiots who had been so aggressive a second ago could not utter a word. The crowd dispersed silently, leaving only the last few who had taken the lead in causing trouble.
"He Songfeng! Let's go and ignore these people."
The boy turned around and tried to pull He Songfeng away, but found that He Songfeng had already escaped and left, leaving him alone in the spotlight.
It was quite unexpected that he was so heartless, so he didn't show any surprise.
The rich second-generation leader at the head of the group snorted and laughed: "You idiot licker, do you think he'll pay any attention to you?"
The boy was not afraid and stared at them, saying, "It's better than a bunch of barking mad dogs like you."
"Let's go."
Several people came forward to mediate, and the quarrel ended without a beginning or an end with a sound of clicking one's tongue.
The biting cold wind urged everyone to go back home and do their own things. Soon, there was not a single person in sight on the road.
In the head teacher's office.
A middle-aged woman dressed elegantly was holding a thermos cup and drinking hot water soaked with wolfberries.
She blew on the wolfberries in the cup, glanced at He Songfeng again, and sighed regretfully, as if saying: How could such a good child go down such a dirty path?
"He Songfeng, something happened recently about you that I won't explain clearly. Anyway, regarding your selection as an outstanding student, the school has decided to withdraw your application to join the student union, and I will also reject your application for the time being."
"Then I'll give you a leave note and you can go home and rest for a month."
He Songfeng's face was bleak, and he squeezed out bitter words from his dry throat: "Can I still come back to study after a month?"
The head teacher took a drink from the glass and said vaguely, "The school is still investigating. Let's wait for the results."
Regardless of whether the person in the video is He Songfeng, as an outstanding student selected by the school, and a well-known school idol in Jialin City, He Songfeng has already represented the face of this school.
Such an incident happening to the face of the school has affected the school's reputation.
So this poor child who had no power or background was directly abandoned by the school.
The school would not go to the trouble of investigating the truth just for a little student like him.
Cutting off ties is the simplest and most direct way to deal with it.
The director spoke tactfully, and all he did was change He Songfeng's immediate death sentence to a suspended death sentence with a later execution.
"yes."
He Songfeng accepted the notice with difficulty.
Before leaving, the head teacher called him:
"Remember to return the medal the school gave you. Do so this afternoon. Keep it for packing tomorrow."
He Songfeng stood by the door, his two hanging hands clenched into fists, his nails almost piercing through the flesh of his palms.
"Anything else?"
The head teacher closed the lid of the thermos and banged it firmly on the table, saying casually, "Cheng Qiyong previously guaranteed you the award, and he was affected by it. You should apologize to him before you leave."
"Okay, thank you, teacher."
After He Songfeng finished speaking, he quietly left the office and stood in the corridor.
The dry autumn sun was just rising into the sky, shining directly on the corridor, casting a flat white light that extended to the horizon.
The scorching heat scorched the place where He Songfeng was standing, and his skin was almost burnt with red marks.
The shadow slanted down along the light and stuck to He Songfeng's back.
He took a step and his shadow followed him shortly.
After taking another step, he stopped and turned to look.
Her pupils dilated with fear, and she stared at the man in front of her with trembling eyes.
He Songfeng's shadow was swallowed up and replaced by Zhang Hejing.
He Songfeng took a step back, and Zhang Hejing followed him like a shadow, pausing with every step.
Zhang Hejing's face did not show any embarrassment of being discovered following him, but rather a look of relaxation and relief.
It seems like he’s thinking: I’ve finally been discovered, no need to act anymore.
Zhang Hejing took a step closer to He Songfeng, his shadow boldly usurping the master's power.
Zhang Hejing stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and handed it to He Songfeng, extending an invitation.
Zhang Hejing saw He Songfeng's predicament clearly.
So he waited here, just waiting to extend an olive branch to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng slapped the hand in front of him and pretended not to see it. Not only did he not see the hand, he didn't even see Zhang Hejing.
He suppressed his fear, calmly walked past Zhang Hejing and headed towards his destination.
Zhang Hejing chased after him.
The usually silent shadow finally refused to be trampled underfoot and tied up behind his back. He fiercely questioned, "I can help you, why don't you accept it?"
He Songfeng did not stop, and continued on his own way, ignoring the shadow ghost on his shoulder.
"Who are you going to see?"
“…………”
He Songfeng turned around and went downstairs, put his right hand on the handrail, and walked down lightly.
Zhang Hejing once again shook off Zhang Hejing, although the other party quickly caught up and blocked his way directly.
"They won't treat you well, you know. There are no good people in this school, and no one around you is really good to you."
Zhang Hejing was standing two steps below He Songfeng. The tall man suddenly became a head shorter. When he looked at He Songfeng, he had to raise his head and lower his chest. His eyeballs almost sank into the upper eye sockets, leaving only half of his dark green eyeballs exposed.
Zhang Hejing raised his hand and wrapped He Songfeng's cold and pale jade hand.
Pious, supplicating.
I hope He Songfeng can give him the gift of looking at me once.
"You chose me, so at least I really want to help you."
He Songfeng glanced at him and said nothing, but he also did not reject the believer's love.
Seeing this, Zhang Hejing immediately and attentively pushed the solid wood bracelet on her wrist directly into He Songfeng's wrist through their intertwined hands.
He Songfeng raised his hand, tilted his head back, placed the block of wood in the sunlight, turned his wrist left and right, and shook it lightly.
The bracelet made a crisp sound, jingling, and exuded a faint woody fragrance.
He checked the bracelet from top to bottom and from side to side.
The emphasis is on inspection, not appreciation.
He Songfeng didn't find any logo on the bracelet, let alone Hermès, so he simply threw the bracelet down, stepped on it, and walked around Zhang Hejing and stepped onto the next step.
Zhang Hejing was like a piece of white meat soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid. Under the catalysis of He Songfeng's harsh and sour chemical reaction, Zhang Hejing's facial features, body, and even spine were sinking helplessly, and his ankles could not support the huge body.
Zhang Hejing almost used her body as a blanket and hung it on the handrail, so that she didn't make a funny scene where her legs went soft and she rolled to the bottom of the stairs next to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng continued to walk down the stairs.
After ignoring Zhang Hejing, he has to face his own hell.
what to do?
Will Cheng Qiyong help him?
He Songfeng didn't want to be expelled. He was still studying here, and passers-by said that he would be able to go abroad next year.
Going abroad...
Putting it all together, this was a dream that He Songfeng dared not even think about.
But what conditions will Cheng Qiyong offer in exchange for help this time?
How many layers of clothing do I need to remove? Is it better to prepare a box of condoms in advance? Is one box enough?
He Songfeng fell into a trance.
His hands rested on the armrest, and his nails began to dig at the flesh, almost being completely pried open by He Songfeng's nails.
Waves of piercing pain poured into He Songfeng's body, but He Songfeng was completely unaware.
"Don't leave, let me follow you."
"I'll follow you and protect you."
The shadow ghost behind me was still reciting creepy words without giving up.
What do you mean I'll follow you and protect you...
To spy on someone is to spy on them.
Tailgating means tailgating.
Why speak so righteously?
hypocritical.
The man who always followed in the shadows finally met his bad end as predicted.
He Songfeng completely treated her as a shadow, fit only to follow behind He Songfeng silently, continuing his despicable spying, and never being able to show up in public.
His self-righteousness caused him to fall flat on his face at the hands of He Songfeng, and his bones and flesh were almost torn apart, leaving him shattered to pieces.
He Songfeng walked out of the administrative office building alone, pale as a pale man stepping into a pale world.
The sun in Jialin City is too strong. When it falls into the field of vision, it burns the world until it loses its color.
He Songfeng didn't know how long he had been walking or how far he had walked.
He only knew that he had been half-conscious, drowning in the high-pressure anxiety of being expelled from school, like an unconscious floating corpse.
In a trance——
By the time he reacted, the world presented him with another strange scene.
He appeared in Cheng Qiyong's office and fell into Cheng Qiyong's office chair.
But the owner of this room was strangely lying obediently on his knees at this moment, playing with his limp fingertips and making circles around them.
The scene was like a wild dog that knew it would bite people, but suddenly and obediently rubbed against your legs.
He Songfeng was horrified, and was left with only a sense of fear about the unknown danger.
He Songfeng withdrew his hand and looked at Cheng Qiyong warily.
Cheng Qiyong simply rubbed his face on He Songfeng's knees, raised his head and gave He Songfeng a submissive smile.
He Songfeng sank deeper, as if he was tied to the chair with his hands and feet chopped off.
It's clearly the posture of a superior, but it's more like curling up and escaping after walking into a dead end.
Looking at He Songfeng, he looked helpless.
Finally, the dog stopped acting.
He bared his fangs and, in the most humble manner, uttered the most rebellious coaxing words: "Take it off, take off your useless dignity and clothes. They will only block your way up."
The clothes are too heavy and dignity is in the way.
Only by letting go of everything can you feel at ease.
The devil's seductive whispers directly distorted He Songfeng's values and rationality.
He Songfeng didn't dare to look Cheng Qiyong in the eye. His gaze flew upwards weakly, looking at the pale ceiling, but Cheng Qiyong's coaxing couldn't help but echo in his head.
Take it off, take it off.
Don't be a whore and expect to be a saint.
You have no chastity to begin with, you have been played with by others a long time ago.
He Songfeng's hands were tightly grasping the hem of his white shirt, but his fingers were not holding it tightly enough, leaving it half-closed and ready to slip out at any time.
This was the first time He Songfeng had seen such a straightforward and rough transaction.
The fingers holding the hem of the clothes trembled, opened and closed, but they loosened quietly within two seconds.
That was the shaky and loose feeling brought about by his bottom line being forcibly pried open.
He Songfeng's eyeballs, which had been drooping weakly, came to life weakly, and moved slowly back and forth in their eye sockets before they slowly rested on Cheng Qiyong and looked into his eyes.
I don’t know when I took off my shoes, maybe as soon as I entered the door, or maybe just now.
In short, his feet were cuffed in Cheng Qiyong's hands, and he watched helplessly as his socks were taken off by someone.
The other person stared at him, moving neither hurriedly nor slowly, rolling it a little bit at a time, and then slowly peeling it off from top to bottom.
It looks like he is taking off white socks, but in fact it is more like taking off the white shirt that is wrapped tightly around He Songfeng.
Parts of the body that are usually hidden from gaze and sexualization, wrapped in socks and shoes all year round, are gradually being exposed under the spotlight.
Until it was completely placed on the table for Cheng Qiyong to play with and appreciate.
Cheng Qiyong kissed He Songfeng's delicate instep.
The foot held in the palm was so white and tender that when the other person's rough fingertips rubbed it, it would leave a red mark and cause the ankle to twist uncomfortably.
His palms were burning hot, and his ankles tried to struggle, but were strangled.
He Songfeng was forced to choke out a short nasal sound from his throat.
The next second, He Songfeng's feet landed steadily in a scorching heat, as if he was stepping on fire, burning his ankles and making them tremble, but his palms were like shackles holding him there, unable to move.
Cheng Qiyong's lips kissed the arch of the foot wantonly. After being carried away by passion, he moved his head forward comfortably until the foot completely stepped on his face.
He smiled deeply and used his hot breath to steam He Songfeng's delicate skin and tender flesh, once again blatantly tempting He Songfeng:
"Step on me and go up."
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