"Young Master wants to report me?" Isri paused for a moment.
No, Cecil couldn't open his mouth. He wasn't thinking of reporting them or anything, but under such pressure, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Isri chuckled lightly, continuing to unbutton his shirt: "It's alright, I won't give the young master a chance to report me."
"No……"
Finally! Sesil opened his mouth and uttered a syllable.
Isri unbuttoned the last button, and Nanfeng looked up to meet Cesil's eyes: "No?"
No? Which one was Sesil answering? The first or the second?
Isri stood up, looking down at Ceshir with a detached voice: "What does the young master want to say?"
Sehir gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, turned his head to one side, and uttered a single word: "No."
Isri frowned slightly, then bent down and picked the person up from the stool; he seemed to have a better idea.
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Behind the washbasin was a clean countertop, which faced a large mirror. Cecil was placed right in the center of the countertop.
The person in the mirror, their body dusted with a light pink from the hot steam, their injured forehead and calves giving the whole person a cruel and beautiful look.
Isri filled a basin with hot water and gently wiped Ceshir's body with a towel. Ceshir kept his head down, his face burning hot, and gripped the edge of the counter tightly with both hands.
“Isri…” Sehir called out weakly.
"Um?"
"Could we... go somewhere else?"
Isri let out a soft breath, and with his well-defined fingers, he gently lifted Cesil's chin, forcing him to look in the mirror in front of him.
"Young master, this place is very convenient. If we change seats, we'll make the other places dirty."
The person in the mirror had a slightly flushed face, with damp hair gently falling across their forehead. Their eyes were glistening with tears, and their body was trembling slightly.
So embarrassing...
Even though Sehir didn't know about that kind of thing, he didn't dare to look at himself like this. He was about to lower his head, but he was held captive by Isri, and his eyes could only stay on the mirror.
Isri's lips curled slightly as he reached out and wrapped his hand around Cesil's slender waist, slowly kneading it. Cesil was startled and instinctively frowned, biting her lip.
Then Isri's voice slowly rang in my ears: "Young master, remember how you look now, you are beautiful."
Isri's hands were not still, like a venomous snake searching for food, moving down from his waist, looking for the sweetest spot.
Cecil didn't want this to happen, his grip tightening as he gritted his teeth, seemingly hesitating about something, but the venomous snake showed no sign of stopping.
“Isri!” Ceshir cried out, reluctant to utter the words: “You are merely a servant, I am your master! I command you…”
Suddenly, Cecil froze, unable to say anything, and the two of them remained frozen in place.
"What are the orders?" Isri asked with a smile.
"I…"
His mind went blank; Cecil couldn't think of anything to say. Isri turned his head, picked him up, and walked out.
The blanket in the cage was soft, so throwing someone onto it didn't hurt much. Before Sehir could recover, Isri leaned down and pinned the person beneath him, his eyes regaining their previous indifference.
“Young Master, I think you need to retract what you said.” Isri’s hand went through Cesil’s legs, as if to fold them apart: “You seem to be at a disadvantage now.”
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A note from the author:
He's started! He's started!
Chapter 84
Sehir's eyes were instantly filled with panic, his body trembled violently, and he reached down with both hands to try to push Isri's hands away.
Just as he was about to touch Isri's hand, Isri tightened his fingertips slightly, exhaled, and released Ceshir, then stood up to get out of the cage.
"Clothes..." Cecil murmured, curled up, as he was completely naked.
Isri stopped and turned to look at Ceshir, saying softly, "Young Master, don't rush, I'll go get it now."
In the golden cage covered with copper wire roses, the door was wide open. This door of desire was right in front of the little bird. With just one step out, he could escape again.
This time, however, the little bird hesitated. He dared not approach, as if he were being shrouded in a misty fog, as if this cage was his final home, and he was meant to be here.
Cecil hugged himself tighter, his smooth body curled up in the center of the cage, like a sacrifice to the gods, making his bright golden hair look even more beautiful.
But this offering is now dedicated to the devil.
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"Young Master." A voice came from inside the room.
Sehir raised his head slightly and looked at what Isri was holding: a pure white robe without any decorations or patterns.
Isri knelt beside Sehir and reached out to put the briefs on Sehir. Sehir was taken aback at first, then his face flushed again, and he asked shyly, "Where are the...underwear?"
Isri did not stop what he was doing, and a faint smile remained on his face, but his eyes held an unfathomable coldness.
"Young Master, don't you think... this is good?" As he spoke, Isri ran his hand down Cesil's waist.
Sehir was startled again and tried to back away, but Isri grabbed him and handcuffed the silver iron ring on his ankle.
“Young Master is mine now, so he’d better listen to me.” Isri locked the iron ring and put the key in his breast pocket.
"I'm in a very bad mood right now, so I hope you can be quiet for a while, otherwise I don't know what I might do to you."
Isri's gaze met Ceshir's, and Ceshir felt another chill run down his spine.
After Isri left, Ceshir breathed a sigh of relief, lay on his side on the blanket, and looked at the roses that would never wither.
The curtains in the room were not drawn, and there was no clock; Cecil didn't even have a basic sense of time.
Knowing that Cesil was somewhat afraid of the dark, Isri left a warm yellow light on in the room, making the white down carpet on the floor look like the sunset. The shadow of the cage fell on Cesil, seemingly mocking his current incompetence.
A snow-white robe, silver chains, a canary imprisoned—this devil's plan has only just begun.
He was obsessed with his god; he wanted to keep the god he believed in by his side and make him his own.
Who could comfort that poor, lonely soul? The hedonistic excitement made this demon briefly forget the gap between himself and God.
Even if there is a gap, this demon will shorten it infinitely, in its own way!
—
Hello, is anyone there?
As soon as Isri came downstairs, there was a knock on the door. The sharp-eared Sehir could faintly hear it. Instantly, Sehir sat up from the ground and lay down by the cage, not daring to breathe.
Islam opened the door a crack and looked indifferently at the person in a nun's habit standing outside.
"Hello, is His Holiness the Holy Son here? Our church is in a panic." The woman outside sounded anxious, her eyes still searching inside.
Isri put on a perfunctory expression, tilted his head and opened his mouth: "I'm very sorry, beautiful lady, my young master is not here."
"Clang! Clang!" Just as Islam finished speaking, a sound came from above.
The nun outside's eyes lit up, and she looked at Isri nervously: "Is someone inside?"
Isri remained polite, blocking the doorway with his body: "They are other servants. Is there anything else you need?"
Hearing what Islam said, the nun felt too embarrassed to ask any further questions, so she sighed and turned to leave.
As soon as he closed the door, the temperature on Isri’s face instantly dropped to zero. He looked up and listened to the noises from the second floor. The sound of his feet stepping on the floor was like a call from hell.
What is this poor little bird doing now?
Isri pushed open the door and saw Ceshir sitting by the cage, pulling at the chains on his feet. Isri frowned and asked, "What is the young master doing?"
"ah!!"
Cesil shouted out suddenly, turning around abruptly and looking at Isri with a panicked expression. He was startled.
“It…is a bit tight, I want to loosen it a little,” Cecil said honestly, his heart still pounding in his chest.
Isri slowly walked to the cage, squatted down, reached out and lifted Sehir's chin, then slowly moved it down his neck.
"Really?" Islam asked, opening his mouth.
Sehir frowned at this moment and pulled away from Isri's hand: "Really!"
Isri looked at his empty hand, raised an eyebrow, stood up and exhaled: "Alright, but it seems that the young master has disturbed the guests just now, so punishment is still necessary."
Upon hearing this, Cecil's expression immediately turned ugly: "What do you want to do!"
"Young Master, don't be nervous." Isri curled his lips into a smile, his amber eyes appearing even colder under the warm light.
"Young Master, from now on I will cancel your dining plans, unless..."
“Unless what?” Sehir asked nervously, clutching the goose down on the ground.
The butler standing under the lamplight, his shadow twisting and turning wildly, his wide-mouthed, sneering mocking the poor little bird.
A powerless sacrifice, obediently submitting to the devil's feet, he will bring you endless pleasure; all he needs is for you to be obedient.
But this little bird was determined to break free from everything that bound it.
Isri raised the corners of his lips, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes fixed on the pair of pale blue pupils, their depths blurred by the flickering candlelight: "Unless, you beg me..."
These words exploded in their minds, one filled with fear, the other with excitement; the desires that had been dormant in the darkness were finally about to burst forth.
“Madman!” Sehir stared at Isri, his teeth clenched tightly.
Isri leaned against the cage, smiling instead of getting angry: "Thank you for the compliment, young master. I like this title very much."
Sehir was trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single word through his teeth.
"roll!"
Isri looked at the ruffled bird, his tone teasing: "I'll wait, until you... beg me."
Chapter 85
Islam chuckled, dimmed the lights in the room, closed the door, and left.