Chapter 25: The Bathroom

The shower continued to fall with a steady, rhythmic splash. Held by the waist, Cheng Si was turned around to stand face-to-face with Wen Xi.

His chest heaved, and his fingertips trembled slightly. He cast a fleeting glance at her before quickly averting his eyes, not daring to scrutinize the emotions on her face for fear she might find him too degenerate.

Wen Xi found it difficult to handle the expression Cheng Si was making. He looked at her with a gaze that was both cautious and filled with yearning—an image of suppressed desire and yielding vulnerability. If anyone claimed he wasn’t seducing her, she wouldn’t believe it.

But she had to admit, he had succeeded. Deep within Wen Xi, a dormant, wicked impulse clamored to break its bonds.

“And you said you could handle that ‘thirty’ size,” Wen Xi sneered. “Are you sure?”

Cheng Si grew a bit uncertain because of her tone. “…Is there a problem?”

Wen Xi didn’t say a word. Instead, she grabbed him by the shoulder and pinned him against the smooth tile wall of the bathroom. With her other hand, she reached down and hooked his leg, hoisting it upward.

Before Cheng Si could react, the ligament in his thigh tightened painfully. He had never stretched this area before, and the sudden pain made him grit his teeth and let out a muffled groan. When he looked down, the position made him feel like he was nothing more than an exhibit for her viewing pleasure.

Wen Xi reached out to confirm her suspicions. Perhaps because Cheng Si had differentiated too late, his Omega anatomy wasn’t fully developed. She looked at her finger, which was struggling to even halfway enter, and her lip twitched.

What was the difference between trying to thread a needle with a thick hemp rope? It felt like if she were any more aggressive, he would end up bleeding. She didn’t have much patience and wasn’t in the mood to help him get into the right “state.” She quickly lost interest in that part.

The showerhead sprayed a wide arc of water. Half of Wen Xi’s clothes were soaked, and her school skirt clung tightly to her legs. She took a step back and smoothed her skirt, masking a physical reaction that had nowhere to hide. She unwound a strip of black silk from her wrist and handed it to Cheng Si.

“Blindfold yourself. Don’t take it off without my permission.”

The bathroom light was white and piercing, turning Cheng Si’s narrow eyes into a pale, translucent shade. He took the silk, his lips trembling. Ultimately, he asked no questions and obediently tied the black fabric over his eyes, his face flushing deep red.

Having lost his sight, Cheng Si’s other senses became hyper-acute. His back was pressed against the cold tiles, and goosebumps rose on his arms. In the darkness, he heard Wen Xi ask softly: “Do you know what I want you to do?”

“No,” Cheng Si answered hoarsely.

Seeing his breathing grow heavier, Wen Xi couldn’t help but laugh. She asked again: “If I ask you to do anything, will you agree?”

Cheng Si nodded. The rising temperature in the bathroom made his head spin.

“Good puppy,” Wen Xi praised as she reached out to pet his head. His hair grew fast, and he had deliberately let it grow out, shaving only the sides; it no longer felt prickly but had become much softer. She glanced down to confirm her suppressor bracelet was active, then lowered her head toward the pink tip of his ear.

After a while, Wen Xi looked up and saw him with his head tilted back, veins straining against his neck in a show of endurance, his Adam’s apple forming a sharp, jagged line.

“Since you’re so good,” Wen Xi said, her voice carrying an undeniable authority, “Why don’t you play with yourself for me? I want to watch.”

Cheng Si couldn’t see her expression and wasn’t sure what “play” she wanted to see. Just as he was about to ask, she guided his hand to cover himself.

“Use your hand,” Wen Xi observed with genuine interest. “I’ve always been curious about how you do it.”

She had tried a few times herself and even researched some techniques, but it never worked. Every attempt ended in sharp pain, leaving her with a bit of a psychological shadow. She had even begun to wonder if she just hadn’t learned the right way or if the medication’s side effects were preventing her from finding relief.

Wen Xi took a deep breath. Thinking about it made her irritable, and she urged him: “Hurry up.”

“…” It was difficult for Cheng Si to describe his current feelings. He didn’t do this often, and when he did, he never had a “playful” mindset. He didn’t even dare to desecrate Wen Xi in his thoughts; at most, it was a dull form of solace. How could that be called “playing”?

Yet, Wen Xi would occasionally show a touch of adorable innocence that made him reluctant to tell her the truly “dirty” ways to play.

But he soon realized his assumption was wrong. Manual mode wasn’t entirely dull. After all, with Wen Xi present, even the most mundane things changed their nature.

Before long, Cheng Si was covered in sweat, his breath trembling. His arm muscles were taut, and his well-defined fingers performed diligently. He pressed his back against the wall to hide the fact that his legs were shaking.

Wen Xi looked from his powerful hands to the tiny mole on his waist, and from his strained face to the thin skin over the gland on his nape. Whether it was the mole or the gland, they were all points of focus.

“Is it okay?” she asked. “It’s fine,” Cheng Si panted. “As long as it’s not… dry, it doesn’t hurt.”

Wen Xi froze. That sentence suddenly solved a mystery she had been pondering for a long time.

Cheng Si’s situation was different from hers. After she tried things herself, her fingertips usually felt dry. The principle of starting a fire by rubbing sticks together is that friction creates heat. No wonder she felt pain—she was practically creating sparks.

The mystery that had puzzled her was finally solved. Wen Xi pulled Cheng Si down by the neck as a reward and gave him a long, wet kiss. Within that kiss, Cheng Si’s whole body shook, his mind went blank, and his lean waist arched into a beautiful curve.

A moment later, Wen Xi let go and realized her clean shirt had been soiled by him. She frowned and shot him a dissatisfied glare, but then silently relaxed, forgiving his behavior this time.

“Do it again,” Wen Xi coaxed. Using the slippery body wash on him, she mimicked what he had just done. She circled one hand around him while the other pinned him down ruthlessly, then leaned back to kiss him again.

Cheng Si’s heart hammered wildly against his ribs, skipping beats. The black silk over his eyes didn’t just take his sight; it stripped away his other senses, too. His world was pitch black and silent; he couldn’t speak, and all external sounds became a blur. He could hear nothing but the wet, sticky sound of their kissing.

Wen Xi kissed him from his lips down to his Adam’s apple, then bit down. She felt the body beneath her trembling weakly. Even so, he didn’t struggle. He suppressed his survival instinct amidst the sensation of suffocation, allowing her to tighten her grip on his throat and meeting her lack of mercy with total compliance.

Having pretended to be an Omega for so long, her innate Alpha nature seemed to have been suppressed by the long-term, artificial control over her body. Sometimes, she almost forgot she was an Alpha. But now, seeing this Omega—who looked so fierce and intimidated so many others—being toyed with by her and showing such a defenseless, completely submissive expression, a wave of indescribable satisfaction surged in her heart.

Wen Xi suddenly remembered her true feeling when Lu Xianyan had taken her into that private room. It wasn’t that she hadn’t felt any excitement. Her eyes had scanned the array of tools, and images of using them on Cheng Si had flashed through her mind. She really wanted to see Cheng Si pushed to his limit, unable to take it and begging for mercy until he broke. She felt she would truly enjoy that process.

Cheng Si had no idea who the real, terrifying her was.

…

“Ngh.” Cheng Si’s back stiffened as a muffled groan escaped his throat. He slumped weakly against Wen Xi, his heartbeat deafening.

“…” Wen Xi instinctively caught him, her own back breaking into a light sweat. They stayed in that position for a long time, neither speaking.

After a while, Cheng Si lifted a weak arm, wanting to hold her tighter, but was stopped by her cold voice: “Don’t move.”

Cheng Si’s hand froze in mid-air. He hadn’t noticed while he was so immersed, but now he realized Wen Xi was still perfectly dressed in her school uniform. In contrast to his disheveled state, her clean, sacred appearance made it look as though she hadn’t felt a single moment of passion for him.

Not receiving the comfort he expected, Cheng Si felt a bit hurt. He hesitated, then took the initiative to ask: “Wen Xi, let me help you too, okay?”

Wen Xi was at a critical moment herself, so she gave a perfunctory reply: “Help me with what?”

Cheng Si forced a slight smile toward her direction. Out of shame, he didn’t go into detail, only whispering: “You can sit on my face.”

“…” Those sudden words were undoubtedly the best catalyst. Wen Xi couldn’t help it; her cold eyes lost focus for a moment. Her clenched hand finally relaxed, more than she could catch. She stared at him intensely, her emotions dark as she gritted her teeth: “No.”

“Why?” Cheng Si asked.

Wen Xi gave her hand a light flick, and the evidence on the floor was quickly washed away by the water. Her rejection was absolute: “I don’t like other people touching me.”

Cheng Si gave a soft “Mhm,” vaguely remembering Luo Wanran telling him that Wen Xi didn’t like being touched, except by him. Now Wen Xi had confirmed the first half of that sentence. Only the first half. Yet he had actually believed the second half and had even felt proud of it.

The black silk hid Cheng Si’s eyes, making his true emotions impossible to read. Wen Xi could only guess that he probably had the look of a wronged puppy trying to please its master, as his lips were pressed into a straight line.

The more pathetic he looked, the more wicked she became.

Wen Xi hooked a bit of the sticky residue remaining on her hand and brought it to his lips. “Open up.” Cheng Si did so without any hesitation. He then tasted the flavor on her finger. He swallowed, his brow furrowing slightly. “What is this?”

Wen Xi was experiencing a sense of total physical relaxation for the first time. She curled her lips, speaking in the gentle tone of a master coaxing a dog to take medicine: “It’s your own stuff. Can’t you taste it?”

“…” Cheng Si was stunned, his mouth hanging slightly open. He remembered his own pheromones as bitter and pungent. But what he had just tasted had no bitterness at all—it didn’t even taste like pheromones. It was cool, metallic, and sweet, like fresh blood thickened with sugar.

But Wen Xi’s tone was so certain, and he never questioned her. For a moment, his mood sank even lower. He didn’t want his own. He wanted hers.

However, Wen Xi kept her finger at his lips, giving him no room for refusal. She commanded:

“Eat it all clean.”