Chapter 30: Bondage

A faint floral scent wafted in the evening breeze. Cheng Wanyue looked down to count how many flowers there were while Qing Hang carried the backpack, listening to her call Cheng Yanqing to say she wouldn’t be coming home tonight.

Cheng Yanqing used to not care much about her whereabouts. Sometimes when she didn’t come home for days, he wouldn’t even notice.

The courtyard that Qing Hang rented in Baicheng wasn’t far from the Cheng family’s house, but it wasn’t too close either. Every time Cheng Wanyue stayed at her grandmother’s place for just a few minutes before running off to his house.

Yan Ci lived in the family building across from the Cheng family compound.

At that time, she actually wanted to find Yan Ci. Yan Ci was two grades ahead of them. When they were in their first year of high school, Yan Ci was already in his third year, often having extra classes on weekends. His morning self-study started earlier than theirs, and his evening self-study ended later. They also weren’t in the same teaching building. It wasn’t until Yan Ci’s parents died in a car accident that he missed the college entrance exam, delayed for a year, and then repeated a grade to be in the same class as them.

Listening to the music in the background of the call, Cheng Wanyue guessed the three of them must have moved to another place to drink.

Cheng Yanqing didn’t have much objection to her not returning home that night, only giving her a few more reminders to stay up less and sleep early.

Too many people wished her a happy birthday. She turned her phone to silent mode and planned to reply tomorrow.

The nearest hotel couldn’t accommodate pets, but there was a pet center nearby. The receptionist suggested they leave the cat there.

“No, Mei Qiu has to stay with us,” Cheng Wanyue looked up at Qing Hang, lightly swinging his little finger hooked with hers. “It just got to know me. If I leave it behind, it’ll be sad.”

Qing Hang said, “Let’s find another hotel that allows pets.”

“Mm!” She followed him out. “Are you uncomfortable?”

His ears slightly reddened, and he tightened his grip on her hand. “Still okay.”

Cheng Wanyue found it both funny and frustrating. Although he wasn’t that desperate, men and women had different physiological reactions after being aroused. “I’m not asking about that... I’m asking if you feel unwell from drinking, do you want to throw up, does your head hurt, are you thirsty?”

“I didn’t get drunk.”

“Even if you were drunk, I would sober you up.”

They searched four hotels in a row before finding one that allowed pets. After registering and receiving the room key, they took the elevator upstairs.

Cheng Wanyue poured water into a disposable cup for Mei Qiu to drink. She looked left and right, thinking about where to let Mei Qiu stay.

The bathroom was unsuitable, inconvenient, and in the way.

The balcony was even worse, too dangerous.

Leaving it in the room seemed inappropriate, a bit unsuitable for minors.

Just as Cheng Wanyue was about to speak to Qing Hang, she turned around to see him taking off his shirt. He had sweated a lot that evening.

Young doctors were especially busy, particularly in the first two years after entering the hospital. When Zhou Heng got a gym membership, the owner said there was a discount for two people, so Zhou Heng dragged Qing Hang along.

So he regularly worked out.

He looked good in clothes and had abs without them. His muscle lines weren’t exaggerated but were powerful.

There was an empty vase on the table. He brought it into the bathroom, filled it halfway with water, and arranged the roses inside.

Several petals fell onto the carpet. Mei Qiu sniffed them but seemed to dislike the smell, circling Qing Hang’s feet twice before jumping onto the table, then lightly leaping onto the sofa, yawning on his freshly removed shirt.

The mineral water bottle was knocked over, and a small box fell from the table.

Qing Hang steadied the mineral water bottle but didn’t pay attention to the box. Cheng Wanyue was still squatting beside the paper cup where Mei Qiu was drinking and got hit on the head by the box.

Both of them simultaneously looked down.

Size M, unusable.

Last time it got stuck halfway.

But it didn’t matter much. The hotel was well-equipped with various sizes and even a few small toys.

Two shadows overlapped at the foot of the bed. Cheng Wanyue suddenly forgot what she wanted to say earlier. Qing Hang picked up the box and returned it to its original place. With his left hand supporting the armrest of the sofa, he lowered his body, and with his right hand through her hair, he gripped her nape, gently pulling her towards him.

The air conditioning provided ample cool air, but every inch of skin she touched with her arms wrapped around his neck was scorching hot.

Compared to outside, after closing the door and being alone together, his kiss was very direct.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, subtle sounds amplified like a kitten lapping water.

Cheng Wanyue fell back onto the carpet, and Qing Hang knelt in front of her. The zipper of the black strap dress she wore today was on the side of her waist. Qing Hang fumbled for it without success.

“Here,” she guided his hand to the zipper’s location. “It’s my first time wearing it, don’t ruin it.”

“Mm,” Qing Hang slowed and lightened his movements.

As he undressed her, she was also touching him. Her cool fingers traced down from his Adam’s apple to the metal buckle, trying to undo his belt.

The first time Cheng Wanyue tried to undo his belt, she encountered some trouble.

She intended to tease him, starting with ill intentions before acting, but he was no longer the Qing Hang who would let her bully him without retaliation.

He was Qing Xiaogou.

She had just wanted to do something when he pinned her to the bed, using the belt she had just undone to tie her hands behind her back.

The belt had no give, and not only could she not break free even after exhausting all her strength, but it also left red marks on her wrists.

She cursed at him, but he wouldn’t listen.

Once she was driven to tears, he was the one who came to coax her.

She was still furious, and a few kind words wouldn’t be enough to appease her.

Qing Hang apologized and spoke gently, but she was still crying, saying she wouldn’t forgive him unless he let her tie him up like that once.

He slowly taught her how to use it. Once she learned, he consciously turned his back to her, placing his hands behind him.

The belt passed through the metal loops, tightening little by little.

She knew he was a beast hidden in the darkness, very aggressive, so she didn’t give him even the slightest chance to escape and come back to attack her.

Right there in his room, on that hard, cold chair.

After she tied his hands tightly with the belt, she went around to face him, put a pillow behind his lower back, and found a comfortable sitting position.

The collar of her sweater had been slightly stretched out when he was bullying her, slipping crookedly off one shoulder, revealing the black bra strap underneath. She didn’t care, slowly pulling off the stockings under her plaid skirt, her toes tender and white like peeled mangosteen flesh.

Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, but that didn’t stop her from seeking revenge.

Her toes hooked onto his loose waistband, lightly but deliberately pressing against his crotch. He endured it without a sound, but his neck turned completely red. Part of him wanted her to get over her anger quickly, while another shameful part of him hoped she would press harder.

The more he wanted it, the less she gave it to him.

A little rub here, a little graze there.

Only when he was defeated by the increasingly unbearable torment, abandoning his pride and shame, and begged her in a low voice, would she take special care of the pitifully ravaged area.

“Don’t ejaculate on me, not even a drop.”

But it still splashed onto her face.

So she had a second reason to bully him a second time.

When she was in the right and had the upper hand, she was like a little devil. The pictures in the biology textbook weren’t very appealing, but Qing Hang’s was very clean, so she wouldn’t find it disgusting whether she used her hands or her mouth.

The sound of the metal snap was very soft. Qing Hang’s kissing stopped for a few seconds, and his gaze subtly changed. He probably remembered too.

But it was too late.

Cheng Wanyue chased after him for a kiss. He leaned back, and she took the opportunity to straddle his legs, tightening the belt the moment his guard dropped.

Her triumphant laughter was swallowed by his kiss. With his hands bound, he wasn’t as agile, and she dodged him immediately.

Mei Qiu was staring straight at them.

Cheng Wanyue covered her chest, simply using her clothes to make a nest, and then placed her backpack outside as a barrier.

Mei Qiu curled up in the corner, so it couldn’t be seen.

She pulled on the belt. “Go take a shower first.”

Qing Hang stood up with difficulty. “Cheng Wanyue, untie me.”

“No, if you’re capable, untie yourself...”

He suddenly raised his hands, held them high above her head, and enclosed her entire body within his arms.

The two of them were tied together by a belt. Wherever he went, she had no choice but to follow.

The kisses started from her neck, slowly moving downwards. He tore off her nipple stickers with his teeth. She kept stepping on his feet, barely managing to stay upright thanks to his hands on her lower back, and they stumbled into the bathroom.

A frosted glass door, with a mirror inside.

After she turned on the shower, water splashed onto the mirror, blurring the reflected image.

Qing Hang bit her chin. “If you don’t untie me, how am I supposed to wash?”

“I’ll help you.”

Cheng Wanyue poured some shower gel into her hand, rubbed it into a lather, and took care of every place she could reach. But she was very slow, not intentionally, as she was trapped between Qing Hang’s arms and body, unable to move freely.

Just as one of her hands was about to reach down from his waist, he suddenly hugged her and shifted their position, leaning her against the wall.

She had a heart-shaped birthmark on her buttock. However he pinched her buttock, she would pinch the hard bulge between his legs.

His breathing grew heavier. She whispered in his ear that he could ejaculate on her.

Anyway, they were in the bathroom, so it would be easy to wash off.

The thick white fluid shot onto her stomach and was washed away by the water in the next second.

It was too hot inside. Cheng Wanyue turned off the shower and leaned back slightly to catch her breath. He kissed her from her chin to her neck, then held her slightly hardened nipple in his mouth, his tongue pressing and sucking. Only when he heard her long moan did he squat down and kneel at her feet, his hands, still tied behind her, naturally embracing her.

He was still hard, sticking up high and pressing against her lower abdomen.

Cheng Wanyue looked down, only able to see his dark, short hair. She bit the back of her hand to stop herself from crying out, but her legs had already gone weak. When he carried her out of the bathroom, even the strength to hang onto his waist was feeble.

The two of them fell onto the bed together. Qing Hang bit her ear, telling her to untie the belt.

She hummed weakly, refusing.

After regaining some strength, Cheng Wanyue crawled out from under him, grabbed a box of condoms, and straddled his legs.

“I want to be on top,” she unwrapped one, bent her knees, and rubbed against him. “If it doesn’t work, we won’t do it.”