PFC Chapter 174 Inhuman Treatment
Chapter 174 Inhuman Treatment
chapter 174
Meng Youcheng's face was deathly pale, as if a fox spirit had drained his life force, leaving him lifeless. His glasses, still perched on his nose, were slightly askew. He listlessly raised one hand and took them off...
His eyes were lifeless and dull, even slightly sunken. His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was rapid. It took a long time for his breathing to gradually calm down.
He lay naked and weak on the bed, his lower body covered by a thin blanket...
My hair is a mess, my mind is blank, I can't tell what I'm thinking, I just know I'm really tired, and I have no energy anywhere in my body.
The strong, muscular body beside him shifted slightly, moving closer...
Meng Youcheng had no strength left in his body and didn't want to move at all. He just stared at the ceiling, completely still.
A slender but calloused finger gently poked his cheek. The fingernail was very short, and the flesh of the finger touched his face first.
That light touch made Meng Youcheng feel a little scared, and he hesitated before looking over...
"Teacher Meng...it's only 12 o'clock now..."
Feng Jingsheng's complexion remained unchanged, as if he were walking on a spring breeze; on the contrary, it even became rosy.
He propped his head up with one hand, lying on his side, his eyes gleaming as he smiled at Meng Youcheng, whom he had tortured to the point of near death. "There are still two hours until two in the morning. Do you want to hold on a little longer?"
A flicker of fear crossed Meng Youcheng's eyes, but it quickly faded. "If you can still arouse my desire, then come..."
His dry, pale lips emitted a faint sound, which Feng Jingsheng probably wouldn't have been able to hear if they weren't so close.
Feng Jingsheng smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth curving upwards, and his fingers gently touched his cheek, gradually moving downwards.
His ears, in particular, had long since turned bright red.
Meng Youcheng's face had lost its vitality, and his body was even more lifeless, lying stiffly like a corpse.
He knew his body very well; after three hours of inhuman treatment, he was already completely exhausted.
"Never mind, I'm too tired today, I'll come tomorrow..."
Tomorrow?
Brother, you... you should at least rest for a month or two, right?
I'm a human being, not an animal!
Feng Jingsheng smiled and exhaled, lying down and moving closer to Meng Youcheng. "So, what kind of relationship do you think we have?"
Meng Youcheng looked exhausted, his eyelids drooping as if he were about to fall asleep.
I'm too tired to reply.
Feng Jingsheng glanced at him sideways, then moved closer, hugged him, and gently rocked his body to keep him awake. "I'm wide awake now. Chat with me for a while, why are you sleeping?"
Meng Youcheng was awakened by the sudden physical contact, but his body did not respond; it remained as still as a stagnant pool.
He painfully opened his eyes, his double eyelids becoming even more pronounced. He swallowed hard, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "I...feel so tired...I kind of want to...sleep..."
"Don't sleep!"
Feng Jingsheng hugged him, raised his head, and said impatiently, "I haven't slept at all, why are you sleeping? Besides... what's so tiring about this? It's just..."
Meng Youcheng frowned, and said impatiently, "Aren't you a man? What do you mean by 'what's so tiring about this'? Why don't you try it? You try to last for more than two hours?"
Feng Jingsheng raised his hand and pinched his chin. "Big brother, I want to too, but what can I do if my strength doesn't allow it?"
"you……"
Meng Youcheng froze for a few seconds, then suddenly started whimpering, "Waaah... I can't take it anymore... I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep... Let me sleep..."
He tried to turn over, but Feng Jingsheng held him tightly, not letting him move at all. "Hehe...crying, huh? Let me see if you're really crying or just pretending..."
He raised his head and glanced at him. Meng Youcheng frowned impatiently, sighed, and said, "Let me go. I'm really tired right now and I really need to sleep. Can't you?"
"You were faking your tears to fool me..."
Feng Jingsheng completely ignored him, pinching his cheek hard with one hand. "You little rascal, you always lie to me. Are you pretending to be tired now? Actually, you're still very energetic, right? How about we do it again?"
Meng Youcheng was frightened and could only say, "I... I really can't, and... didn't you already try it before? You bit me all over my body, didn't you see that I really couldn't react at all? How could I lie to you about something like this?"
"Even if I wanted to lie to you, I couldn't, could I?"
Feng Jingsheng lowered his head and hugged him tightly, "I'll believe you for now..."
Meng Youcheng sighed and asked, "Aren't you tired?"
"Not tired."
I'm impressed!
No, brother... how could this possibly feel comfortable?
Damn it, I'm really impressed...
Feng Jingsheng thought for a moment, then asked, "You said you wanted me to tutor my niece, wouldn't you turn her into someone with intellectual disabilities?"
Meng Youcheng originally wanted to say, "Then let me get out."
But after thinking about it carefully, I realized something was wrong and asked, "What do you mean?"
Feng Jingsheng looked up at him. "That little mouth isn't saying anything, that idiot... isn't that something only kindergarteners say? And Xiaomin, she's eight years old this year, why is she reacting like this when she hears this?"
"If my fourth-grade teacher talked to me like that, I'd definitely think, 'Is he fucking crazy?!' I wouldn't verbally abuse him, but he certainly wouldn't do something so stupid, would he?"
Meng Youcheng was stunned for a few seconds.
He thought for a moment and replied briefly, "Your niece is more cultured than you."
"What do you mean?"
Feng Jingsheng pinched his flesh hard, and Meng Youcheng cried out in pain, "Damn it...it hurts! Why did you really pinch me?!"
Feng Jingsheng had a wicked grin on his face, but he restrained it a bit. "What do you think? You fucking dare to say that I, a handsome guy, have no manners? Who told you to talk like that? Don't think that just because you slept with me, you can say I have no manners. I fucking..."
"Listen to what these words are saying..."
Meng Youcheng frowned in pain. "Which sentence was polite?"
Feng Jingsheng swallowed his anger, thought for a moment, and then said furiously, "You can't say that! Do you know that if it weren't for you, which idiot would dare to say I have no manners in front of me? I would have killed their whole family on the spot! Only you, you should be secretly happy!"
Meng Youcheng did not respond.
Feng Jingsheng waited for him to coax him, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear a word. When he looked up, Meng Youcheng had already closed his eyes slightly and was sleeping peacefully.
Feng Jingsheng was about to speak, but then swallowed his words and simply said in a low voice, "Never mind, let's play again tomorrow..."
……
When Meng Youcheng woke up the next day, no one was beside him. He rubbed his eyes uncomfortably, found his glasses, and put them on...
He still vividly remembers everything that happened last night.
"Where's the wind... the wind is getting stronger?"
Meng Youcheng found his clothes and pants nearby, and staggered as he put them on. When he got out of bed, he almost fell to the ground due to exhaustion...
Her legs felt boneless, soft and limp.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs...
Feng Jingsheng sat on the sofa in the living room, legs crossed, reading today's newspaper. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and asked, "You're up?"
Meng Youcheng swallowed hard. "Uh... um..."
"Are you still tired? Should we see a doctor?"
Feng Jingsheng put down his newspaper, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Has he... had a change of heart?
Meng Youcheng was pleasantly surprised, "I'm much better, thank you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jingsheng picked up the newspaper in front of him, crossed his legs again, and interrupted him, "Xiaomin has already gone to school. According to the rules, you should have prepared breakfast at eight o'clock in the morning. It's already ten o'clock, two hours late. I'll deduct your salary."
No, brother, you...!
Is there no law left in this world?
I thought you'd had a change of heart, but it turns out you're just having a bout of madness!
Meng Youcheng gritted his teeth and suppressed his temper, "I'm sorry, boss..."
"You don't need to apologize to me..."
Feng Jingsheng stood up, put down the newspaper in his hand, and walked step by step to him. "Your body... will suffice as compensation."