Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 126

In the three days Wu Jing was away, he hadn’t felt much, even initially crying to his parents and not wanting them to notice anything strange, so he had to shift his focus to the psychological illness.

Now, buried tightly in someone’s embrace and smelling the blood scent on his nose, he belatedly felt some sadness.

He realized that the other person had been waiting for him, searching for him for three months,

and had probably been ill for three months as well.

Taking blood from his heart

must have been very painful.

Wu Jing initially wasn’t too anxious; he always had a vague sense that he would return eventually.

But he didn’t know the other person had done so much for him.

He felt extremely distressed, being gently comforted and kissed, while trying to suppress his sobs and repeatedly apologizing.

Ning Qinghong, rubbing against him, listened to the repeated apologies, sighed lightly, and seemed reluctant to just move on.

Even an outsider could see that the youth was anxious and helpless, and was already quite clingy and obedient.

What was Wu Wu apologizing for?

He asked softly, putting extra emphasis on the word “what.”

Wu Jing didn’t immediately understand, instinctively searching for his mistake, sobbing for a long time, unable to figure it out.

Ning Qinghong continued, “This matter isn’t Wu Wu’s fault. Wu Wu must be very sad, right?”

Wu Jing was about to nod when he heard the other say, “Wu Wu hasn’t done anything wrong, and there’s no need to say sorry.”

He was kissed lightly.

The guilt in his heart eased by half with these words,

but he felt even more helpless.

Ning Qinghong said softly, “But brother has indeed been worried about Wu Wu for a long time.”

Wu Jing’s slender fingers trembled slightly as they touched the bandage wrapped around the person’s chest. Tears still slid down his face, falling from his chin and silently soaking the bandage below. He stared blankly and nodded in response to the person’s words.

Ning Qinghong sighed lightly, “There must be some punishment.”

“Isn’t there?”

The words were almost whispered into the youth’s ear, the breath barely noticeable, and ended with a soft “Hmm?” which left Wu Jing puzzled as to why he had to be punished despite not having done anything wrong.

He repeated the word “punishment” in a daze.

Ning Qinghong’s tone grew slightly cold, “Kneel.”

Wu Jing shivered instinctively, his breath held in fear and confusion. He sniffled and didn’t know where to put his hands, nervously trying to support himself and kneel on the person’s lap.

Still sitting on the person’s lap,

but now he was hovering, sitting up on the thighs.

“Wu Wu ran away without a word for three months. Brother searched everywhere but found nothing, only an empty shell left behind.”

Ning Qinghong’s voice grew softer, and his tone slowly turned colder. He suddenly raised his hand—

Wu Jing whimpered, crying out as he dodged forward, clutching the person’s shoulders in a panic, and crying out with a nasal tone, “Brother, don’t hit me, don’t hit… wu—”

Again, a heavy smack.

The palm hit the soft, thick flesh and then lifted and fell again. Though the force was controlled not to leave marks or wounds, each strike still hurt.

Wu Jing struggled wildly, pushing back with his hands, but could not avoid it, crying breathlessly, “It hurts, it hurts, it’s painful, brother, it hurts, wu—”

He cried out intensely,

struggling desperately.

After enduring a dozen or so blows, he could no longer bear the pain and escaped from the embrace, scrambling desperately toward the bed. Due to his movements, his legs were slapped a few times as well, and he crawled with his legs increasingly spread apart.

The youth couldn’t stand it and kicked around wildly, crying and shrinking into the corner, even wrapping himself in the blanket.

Ning Qinghong stopped momentarily, his voice very soft, “Have you really run away?”

Wu Jing, curled up and shivering, shook his head continuously, “No, not running away, not running away.”

“Will Wu Wu come over by himself, or should brother come and get you?”

“If you’re more obedient, it will be lighter.”

Ning Qinghong smiled, as if coaxing him, “It will be over soon.”

Wu Jing, huddled in the corner, whined softly and cautiously lifted his head, “Really, really?”

Ning Qinghong nodded slightly.

The tear-streaked youth swallowed and tentatively lifted the blanket, kneeling and slowly crawling over.

Ning Qinghong sighed lightly, as if praising, and smiled, “Wu Wu, turn your back to brother, just like when applying the medicine before.”

Wu Jing shuddered, his face red and wet from tears, struggling to speak, breathing through his mouth and swallowing saliva, “Clothes…”

He was crying so hard.

Ning Qinghong said harshly, “Of course, the clothes have to come off.”

He smiled, “Wu Wu, hurry up.”

Wu Jing was terrified, wanting to cling to the person’s embrace for protection,

but he dared not disobey.

Fumbling and groping, trembling fingers, he cried for a long while before removing his clothes, his brows tightly furrowed, his delicate face scrunched up, and he shakily assumed the position.

A cold draft suddenly hit him from behind; though it was only in that spot, it chilled him to the bone.

Wu Jing pressed his face into the silk quilt, his fingertips turning white from gripping it tightly. His tears soaked into the quilt, and he felt as if he was hanging in suspense, waiting for an unknown blade to fall.

He was shaking with fear, his soft flesh trembling subtly.

The previous smacks had left his skin red, pinkish, and swollen, with visible fingerprints.

Ning Qinghong pointed out slowly and deliberately, “Why are you clenching so tightly?” He said softly, “Spread your legs a bit.”

Wu Jing buried his face deeply into the quilt, feeling both shame and fear, resembling a little ostrich, only slightly opening his legs.

“Lift a little higher.”

Wu Jing instinctively followed the instruction, but before he could adjust, a muffled cry emerged from his throat, stifled in the quilt. He hadn’t reacted in time to hide, and he whimpered, trembling a few times.

Lying, deceiving him,

it clearly wasn’t any lighter.

Wu Jing couldn’t even fully feel the pain; his cries changed in pitch, sobbing and gasping as if calling for spring.

How… how could he hit there?

Every part, including the most hidden areas, was meticulously attended to, causing Wu Jing to gasp in small breaths, gripping the quilt into a tangled mess.

He lifted higher and higher, his body becoming a wide-open doorway, his waist sagging and pressed down, while his knees were upright.

Even though he hadn’t been touched for three months,

he couldn’t stop the wetness that emerged.

The subtle pain completely overwhelmed him, causing him to lose control of his tongue, his cries becoming hoarse, gasping silently.

First, the front dripped thickly, then began to trickle incessantly, and the back also gushed.

By the end, even his knees were suspended, only his arms and toes supporting him, as he followed the person’s hand raised high.

Each fall made water splatter out.

Amidst the ringing in his ears and blank mind, he heard the person’s soft voice behind him, “Wu Wu, you can’t control yourself each time. Why not just block this area?”

“Wait until brother says so, then you can go to the small room.”

“You still need brother to hold you and watch over you.” He paused, “If you go alone, you’ll be punished like today, and you’ll learn to behave better.”

“At first, it will be a bit uncomfortable, but you’ll get used to it.” Ning Qinghong seemed to smile, speaking softly, “In the future, unless brother says so, Wu Wu cannot come out by himself.”

The youth was scared and continued to drip, his body involuntarily contracting and shrinking, a reflexive response.

He shook his head in fear, his body weakening, trembling hands trying to cover both front and back, crying out, “Wu… don’t block it, brother, I’ll… I’ll control it, I’ll control it…”

But he had completely lost control of his body, despite his desperate pleas. Water continued to drip from his fingertips, soaking into the quilt.

“How about the back?”

“Why not let Wu Wu wear a bell and block this water, and just go out?”

Wu Jing covered himself tighter, but it didn’t listen to him at all, still squeezing out more, soaking his hands.

He could only break down and cry out loud.