Chapter 22

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Lin Moyan seemed to have given up completely. Watching the video, Fang Yu had no reaction upon listening to Lin Moyan’s pleas for help. After a while, he felt bored and put the camera back down.

He went to the centre of the bed and untied the horizontal bars on Lin Moyan’s legs as well as the black wide band that bound his legs. He flung the equipment to the corner of the bed and gently kneaded Lin Moyan’s stiff legs that had crimson streaks.

After Lin Moyan’s legs regained most of their feeling, Fang Yu went to the side of the bed and embraced him, lifting him. His tight embrace was as if he was treating Lin Moyan like a lover. Lin Moyan was leaning on Fang Yu with no efforts to resist. However, this was not his intention. He was simply too weak to resist Fang Yu and had no way to support himself.

Lin Moyan didn’t know what else Fang Yu had in store for him but he understood that even if he knew, it would be meaningless to know.

Lin Moyan tried to empty his head as much as possible, avoiding any thoughts regarding what had happened earlier. He deliberately ignored the stiffness, pain and burning of his body. He withdrew himself deep into his mind. If his body can’t avoid being tortured and humiliated, he can at least protect his spirit.

By the time Fang Yu hugged Lin Moyan to the bathroom, Lin Moyan seemed to have done a complete reversal and his whole body had softened, lying on Fang Yu’s shoulder.

Fang Yu bent down and placed Lin Moyan lightly on the white tile in the bathroom. He lightly patted his butt and said, “Come on, kneel.”

Lin Moyan’s heart was shaken. Although he was already aware of what was going to happen, he was still afraid. He was psychologically prepared but this request still made him feel tight.

Wasn’t the humiliation just now enough? Must he kneel and beg for mercy without dignity?

Fang Yu noticed the stiffness of Lin Moyan’s body and as if he understood his thoughts, chuckled lightly and explained, “It’s not kneeling to me, it’s kneeling on the ground, head facing any direction.”

“I…I can’t move,” Lin Moyan looked up at Fang Yu with hazy eyes.

Fortunately, Fang Yu helped Lin Moyan turn over and supported him around the waist and abdomen, helping him kneel on the floor. Lin Moyan knelt on the ground in a protruding manner, buttocks lifted, exposing the wet and glistening acupuncture points soaked by his fluids.

Fang Yu pressed the tip of a syringe filled with liquid to Lin Moyan’s slightly opened back acupuncture points. Lin Moyan was nervous, and the slightly opened back acupoint suddenly tightened, his body resisting the entry.

Fang Yu squeezed the hand on Lin Moyan’s waist twice, and said, “Lin Moyan, take a breath and relax. I will enter you tonight but you are already swollen in the front. If you don’t let me use your chrysanthemum flower, the little flower in front of you will rot sooner or later.”

Lin Moyan bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from crying out, burying his head in his handcuffed hands, taking a deep breath to relax his body. Fang Yu rubbed Lin Moyan’s waist with his fingertips in a comforting manner to soothe him.

When Lin Moyan was not on guard, he stabbed the tip of the syringe into the back acupuncture point and squeezed the enema. Lin Moyan felt a cold liquid rushing into his body from his chrysanthemum, causing him to have skin bumps all over his body. He couldn’t help curling up a little, trying to escape from the cold fluid.

After Fang Yu injected the entire tube of liquid, he took the anal plug on his hand and gently squeezed it into Lin Moyan’s back acupuncture point. He turned Lin Moyan over and hugged him in his arms. Fang Yu gently rubbed Lin Moyan’s slightly swollen lower abdomen.

His purpose was to enema, not to abuse, so he didn’t pour too much liquid into Lin Moyan’s belly. Lin Moyan lowered his head and leaned on Fang Yu’s chest, pursing his lips to endure the discomfort in the abdomen.

The swelling along with the light pain caused his whole body to sweat. There were fine and tiny beads of sweat across his body. Lin Moyan felt a burst of cramps in his stomach as if something was bumping into it. He let out a low groan that was barely audible, “Uncomfortable…”

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