Is This The Right Way To Repay A Favor? Chapter 70

REPAYMENT

Shen Zhiyu gripped the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The world behind the door was starkly different from the vast, Shen Zhiyu-centric shrine behind him. The room was tidy to the point of austerity; the bed, desk, and wardrobe were exactly as they had been, and even the old book he used to read was still resting on the nightstand.

There were no posters, no merchandise, no signs of worship here. Only proof that Shen Zhiyu had briefly lived here, meticulously preserved.

Shen Zhiyu didn’t know where Jiang Zhou had managed to recover these items. It must have required a long time, considerable financial resources, and an almost obsessive patience.

An immense, indescribable shock silently swept over him.

It wasn’t fear or apprehension, but a near-scorching, excited sense of being pleased.

Ah… his A’Zhou. How interesting.

A surge of wild joy, like discovering a kindred spirit, climbed his spine, sparking tiny bursts of fire.

Shen Zhiyu could almost picture how Jiang Zhou, alone, like a devout and fanatical believer, had filled this shrine with everything related to him.

He was the sole deity in this shrine, and the sole audience.

This thought made his blood rush. He desperately wanted to find that obsessive believer, to kiss him fiercely, to penetrate him.

Yuan Chong had asked the wrong question. What existed between him and Jiang Zhou could no longer be measured by simple scales like liking or loving.

Between them, it was a mutual devouring that required staking their very souls.

Shen Zhiyu saw it clearly and understood. But he didn’t want to flee; he even faintly anticipated it, eager to throw himself into this fiercely burning, insane flame.

Jiang Zhou felt he had defiled him. Good. Then let him completely sink, completely fall, let him personally drag his “godly” self off the altar and offer it to this one and only believer.

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When Jiang Zhou woke up, his hands were tied above his head with a necktie, and all his senses were focused on the lips and teeth wandering over him.

Before his thoughts could coalesce, wave after wave crashed over him. His breathing was completely disrupted, leaving him no time to think, only to gasp helplessly.

The waves grew higher, completely consuming and drowning him, and Jiang Zhou couldn’t help but scream aloud.

The man leaned over and kissed him fiercely. In a flash of blinding white, Jiang Zhou tasted himself.

“No—” A faint sound of resistance was barely audible, crushed into the humid air the moment it left his lips.

Jiang Zhou’s rationality resisted, but deep within, another soul awakened, igniting a raging wildfire against his will.

Conflicting emotions churned and surged, forcing tears from Jiang Zhou’s eyes.

Shen Zhiyu kissed away his tears one by one, then covered his lips again. Dominant and forceful, sweeping through every corner like a storm.

His bound fingers unconsciously tightened, only to be seized by the other man and locked together, fingers intertwined.

A scorching breath lingered at his jugular, silently announcing a devastating conquest. In a dazzling white light, Jiang Zhou heard the silent collapse and reconstruction of his world.

The storm gradually subsided, leaving behind a near-weightless dizziness.

“Let… let go…” Jiang Zhou spoke, his voice broken.

Shen Zhiyu released his hands and pulled him into his embrace.

The tie hadn’t been undone, and his arms were completely numb. Jiang Zhou reminded him, “The tie.”

Shen Zhiyu didn’t move, instead lightly biting his neck. “No, leave it. Stay tied up like this.”

Jiang Zhou felt his reaction and struggled slightly. “I… I want to help you.”

“Are you sure?” Shen Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, his tone dangerous.

Jiang Zhou felt a vague unease.

“There are still 36 times left.”

Jiang Zhou looked at him, confused.

“If you want this time, then there will be 38 times left.”

“Jiang Zhou, are you really sure you want to?”

Realizing what that number referred to, Jiang Zhou immediately fell silent.

In the quiet, the heat did not subside, but grew even more brazen.

Jiang Zhou wiggled his fingers, his voice still hoarse. “You, you don’t have to do this.”

Besides, he hadn’t initiated that many times; Shen Zhiyu was counting double.

“Then why do you have to do this?” Shen Zhiyu countered.

Jiang Zhou was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes. “We are different.”

“You’re right, we are different.” Shen Zhiyu tightened his arms, making him feel his presence more clearly.

Jiang Zhou shivered slightly from the heat, thinking he had changed his mind, and struggled to move down.

Shen Zhiyu clasped the back of his neck, forcing him to lift his face.

The flush on Jiang Zhou’s face hadn’t faded, his nose and the corners of his eyes were moist, and his water-blurred eyes were misty and utterly alluring.

He felt the other man’s slight movement, and just as he looked up, he was kissed again.

This kiss was light, carrying extreme restraint, a mere touch and separation.

“General Manager Jiang’s way of repaying a kindness is to offer himself.”

“My way is to repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring.”

“General Manager Jiang, I advise you to behave.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhou instantly froze, daring not to make any further moves.

After an unknown amount of time, the heat finally slowly subsided.

Jiang Zhou had been confined for a day, waking and sleeping intermittently, his mind muddled.

The sky had completely darkened again. Neither of them had eaten all day, and their stomachs protested first.

Jiang Zhou gently pushed him.

“Hungry?” Shen Zhiyu released him and got out of bed.

Jiang Zhou was left alone in the room. He wanted to go out too, but he was naked and his hands were still tied.

He moved to the edge of the bed in a daze, his thoughts a tangled mess, unable to make sense of everything before him.

After the previous night ended, Jiang Zhou had felt a desire for self-destruction. Unexpectedly, upon waking, he found himself bound to the bed, forced to endure Shen Zhiyu’s initiative once more.

Shen Zhiyu said there were 36 times left. He was settling the score for all of Jiang Zhou’s previous initiatives, intending to repay them twofold.

Jiang Zhou knew Shen Zhiyu wasn’t joking; he was serious.

His self-protective logic, which he used to explain all punitive actions, was completely ineffective in front of Shen Zhiyu.

In Shen Zhiyu’s eyes, every past initiative of his was quantifiable, and even required double the passive endurance to compensate.

But he had offered himself willingly as a sacrifice. A sacrifice should have no value, and certainly didn’t deserve a return. Especially a return he couldn’t control and was forced to endure.

Jiang Zhou would rather be condemned than be subjected to this incomprehensible, unsettling repayment that left him completely at a loss.

The phrase “There are still 36 times left” deeply pierced Jiang Zhou’s fragile nerves. A fog-like confusion swallowed him, and for the first time, he lost his rhythm of self-regulation, forced to passively follow the order constructed by Shen Zhiyu.

Not long after, Shen Zhiyu returned, carrying a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Jiang Zhou hastily retreated into the bed, but his hands were tied, making his movements clumsy, and the quilt only barely covered his legs.

His cheeks flushed with urgency. “Untie me first.”

Shen Zhiyu glanced at the mottled red marks on the pale skin, his eyes darkening, but he made no move. “Is there any part of you I haven’t seen? I’ve even touched—”

“Don’t say it!” Jiang Zhou interrupted sharply.

They had been intimate many times, but it was always action-based; dirty talk had never been exchanged.

Jiang Zhou thought this was good. It lessened his sense of shame about defiling a deity and allowed him to deceive himself a little more.

“Then kiss me.” Shen Zhiyu smiled, watching him.

Jiang Zhou hesitated for a few seconds, then leaned in and quickly pecked his lips.

“Such a good boy.” Shen Zhiyu knew when to stop, sitting down by the bed and lifting a pair of chopsticks with noodles. “Eat the noodles.”

When he sat down, he pressed down on the corner of the quilt, pulling the already minimal covering down slightly. A large part of Jiang Zhou’s body was exposed to the air, quickly turning a faint pink.

“How am I supposed to eat like this!” Jiang Zhou said anxiously. He didn’t notice the slight hint of complaining and coquettishness in his tone.

“Should I take mine off too?” Shen Zhiyu asked with a smile, his eyes practically overflowing with amusement.

The image of them eating noodles naked across from each other in bed was too absurd for Jiang Zhou to contemplate.

“Are you sick!” Jiang Zhou exclaimed in exasperation, the words slipping out. Only after speaking did he realize he had actually cursed Shen Zhiyu.

But the anticipated surge of self-punishment didn’t come; instead, a hidden sense of pleasure arose within him.

This emotion was so unfamiliar that Jiang Zhou felt momentarily lost.

The little cat finally extended its claws and showed its own emotions. Shen Zhiyu was delighted, and couldn’t help but lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Swear more. It sounds good, I love hearing it.”

Jiang Zhou: ……

He really is sick.

Shen Zhiyu backed off, moving slightly away and pulling the quilt up with one hand to cover Jiang Zhou completely.

“Alright, come eat the noodles.” Shen Zhiyu picked up the noodles, blew on them, and brought them to Jiang Zhou’s mouth.

Jiang Zhou turned his face away. “Untie me, I’ll eat myself.”

“It seems this way of eating noodles is too ordinary. How about—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Zhou immediately leaned forward and bit the noodles.

Shen Zhiyu chuckled, patiently feeding Jiang Zhou bite by bite. Occasionally, he played a trick, suddenly moving the chopsticks away when Jiang Zhou leaned in. The tip of Jiang Zhou’s tongue, exposed, was soft and crimson, making his throat dry.

He recalled that soft sensation, and the heat surged again.

He had promised 36 times of repayment, but it seemed he was the one being tormented.

Jiang Zhou noticed his gaze deepening, glanced down, and understood.

Shen Zhiyu’s stamina was always long; previously, they would often linger until late into the night. Having held back all day, he must be suffering.

Jiang Zhou intended to help him, actively leaning in to kiss his lips, trying to provoke him.

Shen Zhiyu was usually easily ignited, often catching fire with just a touch. This time was different; he merely allowed Jiang Zhou to kiss him, occasionally offering a shallow response, but one large hand firmly gripped Jiang Zhou’s waist, forbidding him from moving further.

Jiang Zhou worked hard for a long time, but the other party remained unmoved, and he himself ended up getting aroused again.

He gently pushed Shen Zhiyu away, frowning at him.

Ignoring the obvious reaction, the man currently behaved like a perfect gentleman who could sit unperturbed even with a beauty in his lap.

“Do you want more?” Shen Zhiyu asked, referring to the noodles.

Jiang Zhou looked at the empty bowl and shook his head.

“Do you want more?” he asked again, his gaze meaningfully directed downward.

The reaction hidden under the quilt seemed to be seen through by his eyes.

Jiang Zhou shrank back, shaking his head again.

Shen Zhiyu placed the bowl on the nightstand, extended his long arm, and reached directly under the quilt.

Jiang Zhou was caught off guard, seized by him, and nearly jumped up.

“I said no!” Jiang Zhou cried out urgently.

“You do.” Shen Zhiyu stared intently at him, his eyes burning with a scorching fire.

“Be good. Hurry up and finish repaying these 36 times. I can’t wait.”