Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 139

Ning Qinghong, with the detached perspective of an outsider, watched all of Wu Jing’s memories like a carousel of flashing images. He smiled, recounting them as if they were precious treasures. “Little Wu Wu was very cute as a child. When he couldn’t earn a gold star from the kindergarten teacher, he would secretly cry for a long time by himself, but because of his pride, he didn’t dare let anyone see him.”

“His eyes would be red from crying, and when his parents asked him about it, he would stubbornly say that he was fine.”

“Sometimes, he would even dislike kids who were more attractive than him. His brother noticed it, but soon enough, Wu Wu would convince himself otherwise.”

“He must have thought that such thoughts were particularly bad, so every time, he would correct himself. All in all, Wu Wu was still a good child.”

Ning Qinghong even knew about the fleeting, small, bad thoughts Wu Jing had but never acted upon, and how he quickly forgot them or corrected himself.

Ning Qinghong kissed the trembling eyelids of the person in his arms, “brother remembers when Wu Wu was still too young and wet the bed a few times. Once was his first day of kindergarten, and another time was because he drank too much water and had a dream…”

“After realizing it, he even tried to change his pants and wash the sheets himself, but in the end, he was embarrassed and someone found out.”

He shook his head, laughing softly with a sigh.

“When he got a little older, he still did some childish things. Once, after a fight with his family, he secretly tried to run away from home at night, imitating others, but because he was afraid of the dark, he didn’t even make it out the front door and ended up crawling back into bed, falling asleep shortly after.”

“This was something no one ever found out about. Only Wu Wu knew, and he should have almost forgotten about it by now.”

Ning Qinghong chuckled lightly, “So cute. brother will help Wu Wu remember, okay?”

Wu Jing’s tears flowed uncontrollably, shaking his head like a mute, his entire body trembling and shrinking back, yet he didn’t dare move a single inch, not even to crawl out of the person’s embrace and hide.

Ning Qinghong continued softly, “But Wu Wu’s grades were always at the top, although he was still playful. He could have done better, but was too lazy to put in the effort.”

“He would secretly read some extracurricular magazines during class and… some interesting novels. brother even remembers the titles. The plots are a bit old-fashioned now, but they were indeed eye-catching for kids.”

“Because of this, Wu Wu’s exam score dropped by over ten points. He didn’t dare let his family find out and hid in a corner, crying for a while before finally summoning the courage to take the test paper home.”

Ning Qinghong gave a half-smile, “Wu Wu is still very obedient. If it were others of the same age, they would have probably forged their parents’ signatures by now.” He stroked the ears and neck of the young man in his arms, his fingers long and slow, “Why are you trembling so much?”

“brother hasn’t finished speaking yet.”

Wu Jing didn’t even dare let out his sobs. His vision blurred with tears, his face buried deeply in his chest. In truth… in truth, his life experiences weren’t something that couldn’t be shared with others. Even if some of them were really embarrassing, he just felt afraid, very afraid, with a cold shiver running down his spine for no apparent reason.

“Once, Wu Wu had a severe cold, very sick, and he’d read too many extracurricular books. He even wrote a… will?” Ning Qinghong chuckled, “Because he didn’t know many characters, he made two spelling mistakes.”

He sighed softly, “The letter was filled with words about loving his dad or loving his mom. How adorable.”

“It wasn’t discovered, and after recovering, Wu Wu secretly tore it up, right?”

“Not long after, puberty hit, right?”

“Brother remembers, once you had electronic devices, you got a bit distracted, but you didn’t really get addicted. You just made some friends online. Fortunately, none of them were bad people.”

Ning Qinghong even knew all of Wu Jing’s friends, every single one.

Ning Qinghong’s speech was slow, at a pace clear enough for anyone to hear every word. “Your body grew a bit too, and you experienced some normal physiological changes. One morning, you woke up thinking you were sick and spent a long time searching on your phone alone.”

“Only then did you dare to get up and wash your pants.”

The young man’s voice was small, trembling, crying, “Please, don’t say anymore. Don’t say anymore.” He had forgotten many of these things himself, but now they were all remembered by someone else. He couldn’t tell if it was shame or fear.

Wu Jing felt like he was being seen through completely, inside and out, top to bottom. No matter how he tried to hide, hide anywhere, he couldn’t hide anything from this person.

Even with clothes on, it was like standing naked in front of them.

Ning Qinghong smiled softly, “Wu Wu, why are you crying? Brother thinks it’s very cute.” He gently kissed the corner of the young man’s eyes, “Your hands are so cold from fear. Should brother hold them?”

Wu Jing hastily shoved his hands into Ning Qinghong’s, sniffling, “Hold them, brother, hold them…” By the end, he could no longer control his crying voice.

Ning Qinghong pulled him into his arms, gently patting the boy’s back, and whispered in his ear with a sigh, “Wu Wu finally knows how to listen.”

Wu Jing buried his face into the familiar shoulder and neck but didn’t dare vent his emotions as before. His body tensed, curling up, trembling in fear.

Ning Qinghong kissed the young man’s ear and neck, coaxing him for a long time, “Wu Wu cried too early. Save some tears for later, okay? No more crying, alright?” He whispered, “Brother wasn’t in his right mind back then. I was sick for an entire month. I only got better after seeing Wu Wu. It wasn’t intentional to keep it from you.”

“Brother apologizes to Wu Wu, alright?”

Wu Jing choked and shook his head. He finally dared to sob quietly, his body shaking with each breath. The sobs didn’t come from his mouth; his lips were tightly shut. Only occasionally could you hear a stifled, choked gasp from his throat.

He was truly terrified.

Ning Qinghong kissed his ear and neck, then kissed the young man’s eyebrows, not knowing how many tears he had tasted or how long he had been comforting him. Finally, he gently kissed the tear-soaked lips, “Wu Wu? Open your mouth.”

Wu Jing shut his eyes tightly, instinctively parting his lips and teeth. His sobs, which had been bottled up, finally found an outlet and came pouring out all at once.

He was kissed gently once more.

Ning Qinghong comforted him, coaxing, “No more crying, how about a kiss from your brother?” He spoke softly, “Can you say a few words to me, hmm?”

Wu Jing finally couldn’t suppress his emotions. “You… you didn’t tell me… not a word.” His nose and face were flushed red, and his voice was choked with sobs, making it difficult to hear clearly as he mumbled, “This is too much… worse than… than reading my diary… you didn’t even ask me… even if you did… you still shouldn’t…”

His words were incoherent, lacking logic.

Wu Jing buried his face in Ning Qinghong’s shoulder and cried hard.

Ning Qinghong consoled him while clearing the table, sighing lightly, “Let’s not make things difficult for Wu Wu today.”

He opened a bottle of disinfectant alcohol, specifically bought for the purpose, and soaked the item from the first package in it.

Finally, he rinsed it clean with the bottled water on the table.

In Ning Qinghong’s eyes, this wasn’t even considered being harsh.

Wu Jing was kissed gently again, and after a long time of comfort, his emotions gradually calmed down. Exhausted from crying, his eyes began to close as he nestled into the warmth of the embrace, ready to fall asleep on the shoulder.

But before he could fully calm down, he started to sob again. Someone patted his back, soothing him, and only then did tears begin to flow.

The boy was comfortably close to drifting off to sleep, but just before, the intense emotions that had erupted earlier flared up again. He hiccuped and choked, half-awake, half-asleep.

Ning Qinghong took his hand and gently lifted him.

In the next moment, Wu Jing suddenly cried out loudly, his face tilted upward as he initially struggled fiercely, muttering something indistinctly about “so many… so many pricks,” saying it “itched,” and crying even harder than before.

But after only a couple of moments, the overwhelmingly amplified sensations made the boy roll his eyes, and as a rustling sound emerged, he collapsed, gasping.

Ning Qinghong asked, “Wu Wu, are you sleepy?”

He picked up the boy and carried him into the bedroom, “Then sleep.”

Wu Jing trembled all over, unable to hear a word, already trained to be obedient, even in his confusion, instinctively spreading his legs, waiting for someone to enter.

But as soon as they reached the bed and Ning Qinghong’s patience ran out, the boy almost immediately began to cry out again, his limbs spasming uncontrollably, trembling with near-terror as he wildly tried to crawl away.

Ning Qinghong gently held him in his arms, “Wasn’t Wu Wu sleepy? Why, after I carried you over, are you trying to crawl away instead of going to sleep?”

He chuckled softly, “Why can’t you be good? You were clamping your legs again today.”

Wu Jing couldn’t hear a word. His struggling was so intense that the person holding him feared he might get hurt and slightly loosened his grip.

The sobbing boy nearly immediately slipped from his grasp, collapsing onto the soft bedding. Without pausing, he desperately tried to crawl forward again, but halfway through, he was pulled back, crying even more bitterly than before.

Like a torture device.

Wu Jing almost never stopped trembling. In the end, his movements became so erratic that he was tied up—his wrists and ankles bound together, not top and bottom but side to side.

His entire body twitched uncontrollably, his entrance wide open, as fluids flowed continuously.

His crying grew more intense, unable to utter a single coherent word. One moment he was pleading with “brother,” and the next, he was incoherently calling out someone’s name. He tried to say “help,” but couldn’t get the next word out.

Even while restrained, he still managed to lift his waist into the air, and for the first time, such a large amount of fluid gushed out from behind, his eyes rolling back nearly out of focus.

Ning Qinghong half-knelt, lifting his head to check on him. After ensuring there was no pain, he finally paused the use of this “torture device.”

He put on a robe, leaving the boy wide open, tongue lolling out, as he went to the living room to disinfect the third package and assemble it.

The moment the buzzing started, Ning Qinghong’s soft voice mingled with Wu Jing’s sobs, “brother will let Wu Wu rest for a bit first.”

With that, he closed the door, locking all the sounds inside.

He hung Wu Jing’s discarded sweater and down jacket back on the coat rack, tidied up the packaging boxes into the trash can, and then disinfected everything.

He even went to the bathroom to freshen up, leisurely flipped through a book for an hour, and then finally reopened the door.

The machine was still running, set to the highest intensity, with various modes alternating.

Wu Jing’s wrists were red from struggling, half the bedding was soaked, and his tongue hung out, unable to retract, as he panted in small gasps.

Ning Qinghong sighed softly before switching the “torture device,” and by the second half of the night, Wu Jing had completely passed out.

He was gently carried to the bathroom, and as the boy was being cleaned, he briefly woke up but then dozed off again in the warm bathwater.

He was now so sensitive that even the slightest touch in his sleep would make him cry out and tremble.