She hesitated, the words clawing at her throat. "I... I don’t love you."
He didn’t respond imdiately. Instead, he watched her, his eyes searching hers for sothing she couldn’t quite na.
Then, without a word, he began again, his fingers sliding back inside her.
The pleasure returned, even more intense than before. She moaned, her body arching toward him, but he held her steady, his movents controlled, deliberate. And once more, just as she felt herself about to climax, he stopped.
"Say it," he demanded.
"I don’t love you," she gasped, her voice breaking.
Again, he began, and again, he stopped. It was a cycle of tornt, of agony.
Each ti, the pleasure built, only to be ripped away at the last second. She tried to touch herself, to take matters into her own hands, but he was faster.
Before she could react, he had produced a pair of handcuffs from sowhere—where did he get those?— and secured her wrists above her head.
"Shuchang, please," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "I can’t take it anymore."
"Say it," he repeated, his voice steady, unyielding.
"I don’t love you," she cried, the words tearing at her heart.
But this ti, he didn’t continue. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You’re lying," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
"You love . Admit it."
Her resolve crumbled. "I love you," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "I love you so much, Shuchang. It wasn’t my idea. I didn’t ask Susan to seduce you. I just... I wanted you to be happy."
He didn’t respond, not right away. Instead, he pulled back, his eyes eting hers once more. There was sothing in his gaze, sothing she couldn’t quite place.
"It’s for your own good," he said, his voice soft, almost tender.
And then he began again, his fingers moving with the sa deliberate rhythm, the sa agonizing precision.
Sheng Yin’s body trembled, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. She begged, she pleaded, but he didn’t stop.
Not until she was on the verge of breaking completely.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse. "Let co."
He smiled, that sa gentle smile that now felt like a dagger to her heart. "Say it."
"I love you," she sobbed, her body writhing beneath him. "I love you."
But he didn’t stop.
He repeated those five words, "It’s for your own good."
Sheng Yin developed a trauma toward those words. She understood the grudge Yu Shuchang was holding.
"Shuchang...Shuchang, I swear, I would never say those words again!" Sheng Yin begged, her voice was laced with lust and agony/
Yu Shcuhang paused and looked at her tenderly,
"Really? Then what about the marriage certificate? Will we get it tomorrow?"
"Yes! Oh, Yes!" Sheng Yin instantly nodded, as the pleasure built again, she hoped this ti Yu Shuchang would let her have her release, but this ti Yu Shuchang stopped again.
"What the f*ck! Shuchang, if you don’t give what I want, I will not get the marriage certificate with you!" Sheng Yin shouted.
Yu Shuchang chuckled,
"When did I say I won’t give you a release. I will, but....after marriage. I will also let you torture , like I am torturing you right now."
Sheng Yin’s eyes glowed. At this point, her mind was only consud with one word: revenge.
He tortured her so much! Damn him! She will not think about his happiness from now on!
As if sensing her resentnt, Yu Shuchang chuckled even more,
"Yin, if you don’t get married to , you will never get the chance to take your revenge. How pitiful!"
Sheng Yin saw red and shouted at the top of her lungs,
"You b*stard, just wait! After marriage, I will give you blue balls every single day!"
Yu Shuchang smiled,
"Let’s see. Now you should sleep."
The night passed in the blink of an eye. Sheng Yin, in the end, fell asleep due to exhaustion. When she woke up, she was surprised to find that Yu Shuchang had washed her up and even helped her to get ready.
But did that reduce her anger? Nope.
The sweet torture Yu Shuchang had conducted the last night flashed in her mind, and Sheng Yin gritted her teeth. Today, after marriage, she would teach a good lesson to Yu Shuchang.
Maybe it was the fire of revenge, or maybe the yesterday night was too traumatizing, Sheng Yin was very enthusiastic.
Once they got the marriage certificate, Sheng Yin dragged Yu Shuchang to the car and muttered,
"Just wait! Just you wait! Once we reach ho, I will..."
But she couldn’t finish her words. Yu Shuchang pulled her towards and
Yu Shuchang didn’t let her finish her sentence. With one smooth motion, he reached out and pulled Sheng Yin into his arms, holding her tightly.
Before she could even blink, his lips were on hers.
It wasn’t like the playful kisses from before.
This one was deep and full of emotion. His hands trembled slightly as he held her close, as if he was afraid she’d vanish if he let go.
Sheng Yin’s eyes widened.
At first, she wanted to push him away—rembering all the teasing and emotional torture he had put her through the night before.
But then she felt sothing warm and wet on her cheek.
It wasn’t her tears.
She pulled back, confused, and looked at Yu Shuchang closely.
His eyes were red, and tears were silently falling down his face.
The ever-calm, ever-composed Yu Shuchang—the man who had always looked untouchable, like a prince straight out of a fairytale—was crying.
Sheng Yin froze, completely stunned.
"W-Why are you crying?" she asked softly, brushing a tear from his cheek. "You’re the one who tortured the whole night. Shouldn’t I be the one crying?"
Yu Shuchang gave a soft laugh, but it was broken and full of pain. He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.
"I just..." he whispered. "I still can’t believe you’re really mine now."
Sheng Yin blinked. Her heart clenched.
"I thought about giving up so many tis," he continued, his voice low and shaky.
"I knew I was pushing you too far. I knew I was hurting you. There were monts I wanted to stop, to let you go... to stop being so selfish."
She stayed silent, letting him speak, her fingers gently running through his hair.
"But every ti," he whispered, "every single ti... I kept thinking: maybe you love too. Maybe you just don’t know how to say it. But I didn’t have proof. I didn’t have anything except hope."
He sniffled softly, and Sheng Yin’s chest tightened.
"Sotis," he went on,
"I felt like I was forcing myself on you. Like maybe you just pitied . I hated that feeling. I felt disgusting. I’d lie awake wondering if I’d turned into so crazy, selfish guy who couldn’t take a hint."
Sheng Yin bit her lip hard.
Yu Shuchang looked into her eyes now, tears still slipping down.
"But you married ," he said, voice breaking again.
Then he asked, so softly it nearly broke her heart:
"Why, Yin? Why did you keep pushing to Susan? Why not just... keep ? Was I really that undesirable? That cruel? That... disgusting?"
His voice cracked on the last word.
Sheng Yin’s breath caught. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
This man—this perfect, handso, smart, powerful man—was crying because of her. Because she had made him feel like he wasn’t enough. Like he wasn’t wanted.
And looking back...
He had been nothing but honest.
He had confessed, waited, and chased her again and again. And she, thinking she was protecting him, had hurt him more than anyone else ever could.
She felt like the scumbag now.
Her hands trembled as she held his face and whispered,
"You’re not disgusting. You’re not cruel. You’re not undesirable. I’m sorry... I’m so sorry."
Yu Shuchang leaned into her touch, closing his eyes.
"I just wanted you to be happy," she whispered, voice thick with emotion.
"I thought Susan could give you a better life. A more open, easy kind of love. I never realized... I was making you suffer."
Yu Shuchang wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her into his chest. His shoulders shook, and Sheng Yin felt more tears soak into her shoulder.
"It was never about easy," he murmured. "It was about you."
She hugged him back, just as tightly. Her own eyes were wet now, and she let the guilt flood through her.
He had been crying all this ti, not on the outside, but on the inside, behind that teasing smile and playful voice.
And all this ti, she had been blind.
"You asked why, but I kept pushing you, right? I will tell you. Stop crying. Okay?" She coaxed him as if she were coaxing a child.
Yu Shuchang stiffened. To say he wasn’t curious would be a lie. Many things that were hurting Sheng Yin can be known and resolved.
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