Chapter Ninety-One: Punishment for Losing Control
Jiang Chuan scooped Lin Yu up in his arms and tossed him onto the sofa without a second thought. Lin Yu struggled to get up and try to escape, but Jiang Chuan pinned him back to his spot by pressing down on his shoulder with one hand.
She instantly realized the vast difference in physical strength between men and women, and trembled as she gripped the cushion. "What are you going to do?"
Her answer was a sudden, looming shadow. Lin Yu watched as Jiang Chuan, with a cold face, slowly and deliberately unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper.
Her lips were pressed against Jiang Chuan's, and she kept them tightly shut, refusing to open them. Jiang Chuan's thumb rolled over her tightly pursed lips, shocked by the stark visual contrast, and a surge of destructive urge ignited within him.
His voice softened, a slightly coaxing yet undeniably commanding tone. "Good boy, open your mouth!"
"Get out of here, you perverted rapist!"
Lin Yu abruptly turned his face away, swung his hand to slap him, his voice trembling with hatred. "Go find your ex-girlfriend, she'd be more than happy to."
In the chaos, the cake was knocked over, cream was splattered all over the floor, and candles rolled out from the sticky crumbs.
The clock struck midnight, signaling the end of Lin Yu's birthday celebration. His privileges were nullified, and there was no room for him to beg for mercy.
Jiang Chuan had reached his limit. His temples throbbed, and anger and desire were burning him to the point of almost losing control, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I said I would explain, but not now!"
In the chaos, Lin Yu's fingers accidentally brushed against a place she shouldn't have. Jiang Chuan's body tensed instantly, and he reached out and pinned her hands behind her back. With his other hand, he grabbed her chin, forced her to open her mouth, and shoved his hand inside.
Perhaps Lin Yu was right; he was indeed a dark and twisted pervert. Looking down at her pained expression, a twisted sense of pleasure welled up within him.
He wanted her to be satisfied, so he had always been the one to serve her. But now, he wanted her to remember it deeply, even if the memory was filled with pain. It was better than it becoming a mere, insignificant entry in her life.
This was Jiang Chuan's first attempt, yet it was even more captivating than he had anticipated. His gaze gradually changed, his usually calm eyes now tinged with intense desire, and his breathing grew heavier.
Finally, he released completely in a fit of rage. He stepped back half a step, knelt on one knee in front of Lin Yu, and gestured for her to vomit into his palm.
Lin Yu coughed violently, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, mechanically doing as instructed.
Her lips were swollen and red, her voice was hoarse, and she didn't want to look at him at all. She said blankly, "I want to break up with you, Jiang Chuan!"
This time, Jiang Chuan didn't lose control. He simply knelt on the spot, silently gazing at her, his expression weary. "And then? Go find him?"
“It has nothing to do with anyone.” Lin Yu lowered his eyes and shook his head. “You frighten me.”
This was the first time she had witnessed Jiang Chuan's furious outburst, a stark contrast to the restrained and self-controlled man she knew.
This realization chilled her to the bone. She realized she didn't understand Jiang Chuan at all, and that she was like an open book in his presence, easily turned to the last page.
This unequal relationship terrified her, and she instinctively wanted to escape.
"Break up with him." Jiang Chuan was stunned by the words he blurted out. He had actually thrown his self-respect under Lin Yu's feet and let her trample on it.
"I can pretend nothing happened." His fingertips lightly brushed against the corner of Lin Yujing's bright lips, where traces of his touch still remained.
"If you're willing, we can register tomorrow. After we're married, you can do whatever you want."
"Perhaps I no longer love you." Lin Yu didn't hesitate to say hurtful words. Since he didn't love her, why should she hesitate?
Lin Yu admitted that she absolutely couldn't detach herself from this relationship quickly, which was normal—just a delayed reaction to her physiological attraction. But she had to break free, steel herself, and sever all ties to return to a normal life.
"Is your heart made of stone, Lin Yu?" Jiang Chuan felt a chill run through his body, and his suppressed anger surged again. "Or are you only so cruel to me?"
"Let's stop here, Jiang Chuan. Let me go, and let yourself go too."
This is the second time she has said this tonight. The first time was to bury old feelings, and now it is to completely sever all possibilities for the future between her and Jiang Chuan.
Lin Yu's phone slipped and fell to the ground during the scuffle. The screen lit up, and Chen Guang's WeChat message popped up.
The two looked toward the light at the same time. Lin Yu subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but Jiang Chuan suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
The next second, his lips pressed down hard, filled with violent anger, almost tearing away at her breath.
Pain spread from his lips and tongue, and the taste of rust filled his mouth. Lin Yu was pressed firmly into the sofa, his struggling hands restrained by Lin Yu's single hand, making him feel like a trapped beast.
The kiss, filled with a sense of punishment, was so long it was suffocating. It wasn't until her vision went black that Jiang Chuan picked her up in his arms.
In a dizzying moment, he kicked open the bedroom door and threw her onto the soft yet cold silk quilt.
Lin Yu struggled to sit up and kicked Jiang Chuan hard the moment Jiang Chuan leaned in. The kick was powerful, but Jiang Chuan remained expressionless and showed no intention of backing down.
She watched as Jiang Chuan calmly loosened his tie, raised his hands above his head, and firmly bound them to the headboard. "Don't do this to me, Jiang Chuan!" Her voice trembled with tears, her eyes pleading.
"Bang bang!" Jiang Chuan looked down at his opponent, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, revealing large areas of smooth abdominal muscles.
"I'm already tired of playing the perfect boyfriend for you!" He leaned down and cast a shadow that completely enveloped Lin Yu, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with his low, husky voice.
Ignoring Lin Yu's cries and pleas, Jiang Chuan ripped her clothes to shreds. Lin Yu trembled in the sudden chill, but her trembling skin was immediately covered by a burning palm.
He bent down and bit the skin on the side of her neck, leaving red marks. Lin Yu's body swayed from side to side between extreme cold and heat, her consciousness teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure.
Jiang Chuan always had many tricks up his sleeve and knew her body well enough. But tonight, all the usual tenderness was gone. He seemed to have no intention of satisfying her. Without any comforting words, he held her waist and went straight to the point.
Lin Yu forced out a breath through his teeth, his bound wrists rubbing red marks from the struggle. He tormented her in various ways, hanging her up and leaving her in an awkward and humiliating position.
Her hands were bound, and the silk quilt wrapped around her legs as she struggled. She could only bite her lip and twist her body with difficulty. But Jiang Chuan held her down firmly, preventing her from doing as she pleased.
She could only be like a fish on a chopping board, her body rising and falling with his rhythm and force, her broken breaths crushed into sobs by a new round of violence.
Beg me!
Jiang Chuan's eyes were clear and unaffected by lust. He had only unbuttoned the front of his shirt, and from behind, he still appeared impeccably dressed, a stark contrast to Lin Yu, whose clothes were disheveled and whose eyes were red.
Lin Yu felt deeply insulted and bit her lower lip, refusing to give in. But the next second, under Jiang Chuan's sudden increase in force, she screamed involuntarily.
"It hurts!" Lin Yu arched his back, tilting his head back and panting heavily. "Be gentle."
Jiang Chuan ignored her, his iron-like hands gripping her waist tightly, relentlessly demanding more from her in a manner bordering on punishment. Lin Yu was finally pushed to her limit, pleading through tears, "Slow down...please!"
Has he ever done this to you before?
Jiang Chuan pressed close to Lin Yu, covering her soft body, brushing aside the wet hair from her forehead, and asked self-destructively. He was on edge, trying his best not to do anything to harm her.
Who makes you more comfortable?
"Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you say I'm a good sleeper?"
Jiang Chuan had never uttered such vulgar words in front of Lin Yu. Those dirty words made Lin Yu's skin crawl with goosebumps, and a shiver ran down his spine. His body, as if betraying his will, pressed even closer to him.
She loathed Jiang Chuan's brutality at that moment, and she also loathed herself for deriving pleasure from such humiliation. With no way out, she chose to prioritize self-preservation and retaliate with the sharpest words.
"Why do you care? We've already broken up, and I'll be finding a new man tomorrow. You know I've always... ah..." Her defiant words were abruptly cut off by Jiang Chuan's rough actions.
"Banban, why do you always have to test my limits?"
At this moment, looking at Lin Yu's completely red body, he actually had a crazy idea that he wanted to tear her to pieces and then sew her back together to create a brand new body.
He couldn't help but quicken his movements, reaching out to grab Lin Yu's chin and commanding, "Open your eyes."
Lin Yu looked at their bodies pressed tightly together, trembling, and realized that Jiang Chuan wanted her to witness firsthand how she had succumbed to temptation.
Shame overwhelmed his reason like a tidal wave. On the verge of losing control, Lin Yu sensed something and suddenly struggled. "Get out...don't stay in here...you..."
Jiang Chuan ignored her and pressed down on her, pinning her to the bed. The force was so great that it felt like he was about to burst in and split himself in two.
In the moment of release, he bit her earlobe, with cruel tenderness, offering himself to her without reservation.
Jiang Chuan released Lin Yu from her restraints and gently kissed the faint red marks on her wrist. But this tenderness was fleeting, and the torment that followed intensified. Lin Yu was subjected to his various forms of torture, and no amount of pleading could help her.
She pressed her hands against the fogged mirror, while Jiang Chuan gently gripped her neck in front of the mirror, forcing her to look at him behind her, manipulating his naked self in front of her.
In the end, she was completely unable to speak, unable to think of hatred or love. Her consciousness gradually blurred in the vortex of pain and pleasure, dissolving into a white blur.
There was no barrier between the two from beginning to end, and Jiang Chuan was constantly torn between satisfaction and emptiness.
After the final time, the sky was already turning a pale white. Lin Yu gently closed his eyes and lay motionless on his back amidst the messy bed.
Jiang Chuan knelt beside her, watching her, his chest churning with the emptiness of satiation, like the bare mudflats exposed after the tide recedes, leaving behind traces of turbulence and desolation.
He picked her up from the messy bed, like he was holding a rag doll, and took her to the bathroom to wash her.
He silently dried her body, put his oversized t-shirt on her, placed her on the sink, and dried her hair with a hairdryer.
The two remained silent throughout, as if they had spoken their last words.
After a while, Lin Yu suddenly reached out and pulled off the hair dryer plug. His hair was half wet and not dry, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet.
She slowly reached out and touched Jiang Chuan's compassionate face, brushing aside the stray hairs from his forehead. "Let's stop here." Her voice was soft, yet firm. "Perhaps separating would be better for both of us."
"What do you want me to do, Banban?" Jiang Chuan's expression showed neither pain nor joy, only an empty and scattered look. His spirit had once again been pulled away from his body, and for a moment he could not distinguish between hate and love.
"I got together with you because I believed you would never hurt me. But you..." Lin Yu lowered his head in pain, burying his face in his fingers.
"I never knew love could be so exhausting... Jiang Chuan, I may never learn to love you unconditionally."
Lin Yu began to sob again. After seeing how much he devoted himself to another woman, the sense of security she felt from her complete devotion to him was utterly shattered and could never be regained.
"I said I would always be there for you. But that doesn't include paying for your past relationships with other men." Jiang Chuan gave a helpless bitter smile, raised his hand to catch her rolling tears, and clenched them in his palm.
"All relationships need maintenance. Does my sincerity mean I don't need reciprocation and can be trampled on at will?"
Jiang Chuan seems to always confuse material things with emotions, just as he always believes that as long as the measurements are precise, delicious food can be made.
“Perhaps we don’t understand what love is.” Lin Yu placed her palm on his chest. “I feel an emptiness here, perhaps one that will never be filled.”
Her fingertips tingled, her heart tightened, and the words she uttered were like a double-edged sword, wounding the other person while also hurting herself.
“Actually, you’re more like your father.” Jiang Chuan raised his injured arm and gently wiped away the tears from Lin Yu’s cheeks. Looking into her eyes, he said calmly.
"Clever, romantic, but heartless!"
The pale pink scar is like the only evidence left behind when two people reach the end.
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