Isri curled his lips into a smile, his lustful eyes like a tempting poison.
Even knowing it was poisonous, they willingly drank it.
"Young Master..."
Isri let out a long sigh, called out, and subtly teased the person in front of him through his clothes.
Isri didn't stop until Sehir's eyes were filled with tears.
Chapter 100
Sehir's eyes were half-open, trembling slightly. Isri lifted Sehir's head and made him look at himself in the mirror.
"Young Master, how are you feeling?"
Isri's voice trailed off with an upward inflection, sounding to Ceshir like a feather brushing against his ears.
Sehir opened his mouth, but couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time. In the end, he could only utter two words intermittently.
"It's...uncomfortable..."
Isri chuckled softly, his gaze hardening: "Want it?"
This time, Cecil remained silent, simply gazing at himself in the mirror.
My consciousness was being taken away bit by bit. I felt like I was insatiable and begging to be touched.
Tears filled the corners of his eyes and streamed down his face. His breath was so hot that even in the bathroom, a faint white mist could be seen rising from his mouth.
Islam reached down and the person in his arms trembled violently as if stimulated by something.
"Ah... um..." A soft moan escaped her lips, and the frequency of her exhalations became rapid.
“Young Master, if you don’t speak, I’ll take that as a refusal.” Isri’s tone was tinged with amusement as he teased the already flushed ear tips.
Cecil tried to move his head away, but it was all in vain. No matter how hard he tried to escape, he was still trapped in Isri's arms.
“Yes…” Cecil’s voice was very soft, like a mosquito buzzing in someone’s ear.
Isri leaned down slightly, raised his head, looked at the person in the mirror, and a beautiful smile appeared on his face.
"Young master, I can't hear you."
Sehir was so anxious he was about to cry; his nose was twitching and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
“I want to…” Cecil closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and raised his voice slightly.
What happened next was almost unconscious for Cecil. Tears blurred her vision, and she could only make out the outlines of two people in the mirror.
With his physical consciousness almost completely taken over, Cesil could only lean unconsciously against Isri's chest, letting the person behind him do as he pleased.
As Isri looked at the person in the mirror, the desire in his eyes deepened. Only after Cesil's body moved uncontrollably a couple of times did Isri suppress the desire in his eyes again.
"Young Master..." The voice echoed in the bathroom.
Isri's hand slowly reached down from his waist, fiddling with the Cambrian lock again. Sehir's hand gripped Isri's clothes tightly, and the dislocated shoulder became increasingly noticeable.
After completing the tasks that Cambrian forces forbade, Sehir's forehead was covered in fine sweat, and he lay weakly in Isri's arms.
He had fainted again. Isri looked at the person with his brows furrowed, turned around, filled the bathtub with hot water, and then put the person in.
The marks on Cecil's body were not only shocking to behold, but also incredibly alluring; her frail body lay unguarded before him.
Isri gently stroked Cesil's cheek, wiping away the tear stains.
He wanted this person so badly that he didn't care what method he used, as long as this person was his, as long as he was by his side.
—
After coming out of the bathroom, Isri sat next to Ceshir the whole time, and went out a few times to redo lunch and dinner.
Sehir had actually woken up in the afternoon, but sensing someone beside him, he didn't open his eyes.
Although he was fully conscious, he felt extremely tired, and even breathing required a great deal of effort.
He was imprisoned, confined in his own home, by the butler who had cared for him since childhood—it's a joke.
A servant imprisoned his master.
He couldn't muster any strength at all, and he could still hear the squirrels chirping in the branches outside, but the chirping quickly disappeared after Isri opened the window.
Sehir knew that Isri knew all his weaknesses, and even knew roughly what he would do next.
He was afraid of blood, terrified of it, but he was even more afraid of death. He would be startled for a long time if a butterfly died right in front of him. Therefore, Isri never mentioned such things in front of him.
Now, he seemed to hear the animals' cries of agony. He seemed to be somewhat delirious, wondering why he was so sure when he hadn't even seen them.
That's right, it's Isri. He'll definitely do what he said... Ceshir felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if the only air he could breathe was blocked out.
I feel so awful... so tired...
"woke up?"
A sudden sound rang out from the room. Although Cecil was startled, he did not show any extra expression on his face and simply opened his eyes slowly.
"Young Master, it's time for you to have something to eat." Isri said, tidying up the food on the dining cart.
Sehir glanced at it, said nothing, propped himself up on the bed, and slowly moved along with Isri's words.
I felt a bit better today than usual. Because of my recovery, Isri specially prepared a cake for me, so Sehir ate a few more bites. But his stomach couldn't take it so quickly, and he stopped eating after a few bites.
Isri took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Cesil's mouth. Cesil did not dodge, but just sat quietly.
After a long and quiet meal, it was time for Islam to leave the room. The sound of plates clattering around him was followed by Islam's voice.
"Good night, young master."
A warm light was still on in the room, casting a striking shadow on the curtains. The shadow of the person sitting on the bed, reflected on the curtains, looked like a prisoner, subjugated under the oppressive force.
Sesil twitched his lips, then shrank back under the covers and reached out to press the switch for the heater that had never been turned off that night.
In an instant, the room returned to darkness, and even the moonlight outside could not shine in, leaving only pitch blackness and those eyes that were gradually becoming empty.
What exactly is he doing? What has he been doing from the beginning until now?
Sesil couldn't remember anything, nor did he want to. He wanted to sleep, he didn't want to open his eyes anymore, he just wanted to stay there peacefully and quietly...
——
The next day, when Isri pushed open the door and came in, Sehir was already sitting up in bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Hearing the noise, Sehir looked down, and in the same unchanging action, after placing the cup on the food cart, Isri leaned down and brushed the hair off Sehir's face.
"Young master, it's time for a haircut."
Sehir didn't speak, the faint fragrance of the gloves wafting past his nose. After a long while, Sehir finally hummed in agreement.
While Isri went out to prepare the tools, Sehir pulled back the covers and shuffled to the bathroom alone.
Chapter 101
The person in the mirror seemed unfamiliar. Cecil stood in front of the mirror and tucked the hair behind his ear.
Even after all this time, Isri's movements were still very practiced, and his bangs, which had almost grown past his eyes, were cut back up.
Isri glanced at Sehir; this was the first time he had been so obedient in days.
Sehir sat motionless on the stool, his face expressionless, staring stiffly at the mirror in front of him.
—
Life went on without change, and even though Isri delivered three meals a day, Sehir was even thinner than before.
Since that incident, Sehir has basically stopped talking and spends most of his time in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Sehir has become obedient, which is exactly what Isri wanted, but seeing Sehir's current state, Isri can't help but feel conflicted.
After taking a shower and settling in, Isri closed the door and left. Cesil sat on the edge of the bed and took a while to react before moving.
Tonight, Isri didn't lock himself up. Sehir breathed a sigh of relief. So what if he wasn't locked up? He couldn't escape anyway.
But in the end, his hand stopped a second before turning off the light. Since there was no lock, could he walk around the house?
With this in mind, Sehir got out of bed again, quietly pushed open the door, and went out.
The flowers on the flower stand outside had been replaced, and the carpet was soft and saggy, as if it hadn't seen the outside world in a long time. Tonight, Cecil was in an even higher mood.
Before he knew it, he had explored the entire second floor. Just as he was about to return to his room, Sehir's gaze fell on Isri's room door.
The door wasn't closed, leaving a crack through which a candlelight flickered faintly. Driven by curiosity, Cecil went over anyway.
But as soon as he reached the door, before his hand even touched the doorknob, the door was opened from the inside. Ceshir was startled and quickly took a step back, looking up at Isri.
The person in front of me was still steaming, with wet hair and the hair in front of her forehead pushed back to reveal a smooth forehead.
Isri was now only wrapped in a bath towel, revealing his slender waist. The towel hung loosely on his waist, and the dampness on his chest slid down his muscles.
Sehir dared not look Isri in the eye, enduring the burning redness on his ears, and his gaze fell on his shoulder.
It was a gunshot wound. Cesil remembered that it was the one Isri had taken for him. Now it had scabbed over and looked horribly bruised.
"Young Master? Is there something you need?" Isri asked softly.
Because of the heat, the faint fragrance emanating from Isri became even more pronounced. Ceshir took a step back and gave an irrelevant answer.
"You didn't lock it."
Sehir didn't know why he said that; he seemed to have already compromised.
Islam chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "I know."
Only then did Ceshir realize that the other party was Isri. How could he forget something so obvious?
Sehir gave an "oh" and turned to leave Isri's sight.
“Young Master,” Isri called out to Sehir.
Get some rest.
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These past few days, it seems there's been some trouble at the Chamber of Commerce. Isri has been leaving early and returning late, sometimes even working until the early hours of the morning.
The work that was originally done by Sehir is now all on Isri's shoulders.