Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Control. The kiss you wanted this morning. Sir, welcome back…

By the time Josh’s gaze finally settled calmly on the black card in his hand, the clock already pointed to eleven.

He flipped the card over, blinked away the mist in his eyes, and gave it a smile.

This was supposed to be a happy occasion. Unlimited spending, the consumption and redistribution of wealth—no part of it was worth feeling ashamed of. It wasn’t as if Josh had a choice, nor was it as if the terms he received weren’t good enough.

He was selling himself at a high price. His mother’s minimum annual repayment was 2.1 million dollars; Rob would pay this bill monthly and even cover Josh’s living expenses.

No philanthropist would be more generous than Rob. Before accepting the arrangement, the limit of Josh’s imagination had been food, shelter, and a few thousand in pocket money. Given his predicament, one sugar daddy wouldn’t have been enough; he might have had to please several old men at once.

And Rob was more affluent than all those old men combined.

But Josh was not truly a brainless, pretty porcelain doll. He understood the sinister intent behind Rob’s generous terms better than those gold diggers who were easily blinded by luxury.

The debt cleared each month was the carrot dangled in front of Josh. It was sweet enough to instantly liberate him from a life of heavy labor and stress.

And that unlimited black card was the rope and shackles of domestication. Coated in honey, it allowed Josh to reclaim everything he had lost—fine dining, designer clothes, expensive drinks, and a decadent life of debauchery. It was sweeter than a beautiful dream, but behind that dream lay indulgence and the fear of waking up.

How hard was it to go from luxury to frugality? Josh was an expert on the subject. The black card could be cut off at any time. The moment the dream ended, Josh would face the predicament of being evicted stark naked. And by then, what would be harder to overcome than reality would be self-loathing and regret.

What was often harder to resist than a punishment that could fall at any moment was involuntary indulgence. Fixed methods of punishment rarely tamed an intelligent person, because an intelligent person would gradually strengthen their psychological defenses to resist the negative impact.

However, a mechanism of endless indulgence and reward was not something one could resist simply by setting psychological expectations.

That black card would erode all of Josh’s will to resist, making him imagine over and over the merits of being an obedient pet. He would slowly lower his bottom line and, to avoid losing everything he currently had, unconditionally cooperate with any of Rob’s intentions.

…Until he himself believed he was doing it willingly.

If Rob were more ruthless, alcohol and drugs would be very effective auxiliary control methods, rather than finding a doctor for Josh or playing house as husband and wife.

Josh thought with a cold sneer. He tucked away the black card as naturally as he had tucked away the fifty thousand yesterday. He walked into the walk-in closet of the second suite on the third floor, looked at the walls lined with the latest designer brands, and picked out a few of the most inconspicuous pieces to change into.

Conditions permitting, Young Master Josh would never tolerate unwashed clothes. Afterward, he returned to the master bedroom to pick up his finished breakfast tray, took the elevator down to the first floor, and smiled at the middle-aged woman who was cleaning.

Thank you for the breakfast, ma’am.

The Mexican woman was very warm. She chatted with Josh in English accented with Spanish and was soon giggling at his charms. Josh naturally asked about the whereabouts of his luggage. After being given directions, he elegantly praised the woman’s nutritional lunch menu and went to retrieve his things.

However, he did not intend to stay for lunch or wait for the family doctor to examine him.

He picked up his backpack containing his laptop, pushed his bicycle with one hand, and left the villa for his job.

After a good night’s sleep, even the cold Boston air seemed tolerable. Josh hopped onto his bicycle, unaware that inside the villa behind him, countless cameras were trained on his departing back.

*

Halfway through the meeting with investors, Rob frowned and stared at his computer screen. The shareholder speaking eloquently beside him faltered, and countless gazes turned toward Rob.

Ahem, Mr. CEO…

The elder shareholder coughed, earning a calm, indifferent look from Rob. He tapped his finger on the table, indicating the meeting should continue, but his eyes never left the screen in front of him.

After the meeting ended, Rob left the conference room without a word, not stopping to chat with any shareholders or investors.

Fortunately, everyone in the company was used to Rob’s temperament. Most people attributed his behavior to a programmer’s social anxiety rather than rudeness or arrogance.

An added benefit of success was that no matter what he did, there would always be scholars ready to justify his actions, even if Rob didn’t need them to.

In his office, he returned the call from the family doctor who had found no one home, then spent a minute locating Josh’s exact position.

He stared at the small red dot moving continuously on the screen, his expression dark and unreadable. His assistant tiptoed in to set down a cup of coffee for the tyrant. Rob gave him an icy look that nearly sent the poor assistant scrambling out of the office.

Rob dialed Jessica’s number.

Jess, I need your help.

Of course my boss would seek my help while I am on vacation. At your service, Your Majesty. She intentionally emphasized the word vacation, but Rob ignored it.

I need a copy of your private list. Among the company’s job seekers, are there any non-straight males from fallen families? Minority groups are preferred.

You know that investigating an employee’s sexual orientation is illegal, Rob.

Jessica narrowed her eyes, her tone sharpening.

Should I know your purpose for looking for such a person? You’re very suspicious, Rob. You never used to care about anyone. You’d better not be up to some nonsense. If you’re trying to start some Pretty Lost Boy Rescue Society or a Tyrant’s Harem of Desire at the company, then screw you. It’s too early; I’m not drunk enough to get involved in that shit.

Jessica, Rob’s voice dropped low.

It is three-thirty in the afternoon. If you haven’t crawled out of your girlfriend’s bed yet, I will book you an appointment with a doctor for tenosynovitis. Furthermore, I am merely providing a job for a marginalized group oppressed by society within my authority. Josh needs a friend in his new environment because I cannot watch over him every moment. It is that simple.

Before Jessica could explode with rage over the slander regarding her sex life, she heard the second half of his sentence.

That… is creepy, but maybe thoughtful?

The sound of typing came from Jessica’s end, her complaining voice intermittent.

I can help you filter some, but you have to know that sexual orientation falls under privacy. The company has no right to investigate, and our actions represent only ourselves, not the company…

She quickly identified several candidates. The cutting-edge internet company had become a hotspot during the hiring season, with countless resumes from all over the world. Rob got what he wanted. After a few brief responses to Jessica’s complaints about him being off, he hung up the phone.

Jessica wasn’t stupid. A few more words and she would have realized that Rob’s so-called thoughtfulness was nothing more than a bone-chilling desire for control, and Rob didn’t want to give her time to react.

He quickly selected a suitable candidate from the records Jessica provided: a gay man from a fallen family, white, feminine and beautiful, vain, and a witty conversationalist.

He would be the right person to guide Josh, subtly changing his rebellious habits and helping him accept his new identity.

*

Because he was several hours late, the dogs waiting for him to walk them were very impatient. A Labrador’s tail whipped against Josh’s calf like a lash, making him cry out in exaggerated pain as he laughed and put the leash on the dog.

Among all his illegal jobs, dog walking and cat feeding were his favorites. These little cuties would take up two or three hours of his time, during which he could briefly empty his mind in the park without having to communicate with anyone.

The dogs’ owners didn’t mind his unexpected lateness, thanks to his long-standing good reputation. After finishing an essay ghostwriting task in the park and safely returning the dogs home, he headed toward the Chinese restaurant.

As a Chinese undocumented worker, the most common place of employment was still a Chinese restaurant. Many restaurant owners had been illegal immigrants themselves and didn’t mind exploiting legal loopholes, especially since hiring a desperate international student was entirely profitable.

Josh spent most of his time prepping food in the back kitchen; after all, his status was not fit for the public eye. But when the restaurant got busy, an employee like him, with good looks and fluent English, would naturally work part-time as a waiter.

At five o’clock, the restaurant opened for dinner. With Christmas approaching, workers in the big city began taking leave and returning home. Many restaurants had already started restricting their hours, but Chinese restaurants were the only businesses that insisted on staying open on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, so business was booming.

After finishing his work in the kitchen, Josh changed back into his own clothes and began seating guests.

A tall man occupied the last empty table, head down as he read the greasy, handwritten menu. Josh wore a professional smile, a ballpoint pen tucked behind his ear, and asked:

Sir, would you like a recommendation…

His voice was abruptly cut off the moment he recognized Rob. To be honest, it had taken him too long to recognize a man he had shared a bed with last night. This was due to his mild face blindness and the fact that Asians often found it difficult to distinguish Caucasian features.

Rob stared at him coldly.

How many more low-income part-time jobs do you have? Does the price I pay not give you a sense of satisfaction, or do you simply enjoy being an undisciplined, unreasonable troublemaker?

Josh’s expression also turned sour. He gripped the ballpoint pen used for taking orders, his fingers tightening until they were pale.

Sir, I am not a child in need of discipline.

He repeated the words he had said to Jacqueline. Just then, the girls at the neighboring table called out loudly:

Waiter! We’re ready to order!

Coming!

Josh called back loudly, but Rob suddenly grabbed his wrist.

It was a table of Chinese girls, cracking jokes to one another. Several gazes landed on Josh in a way that wasn’t exactly subtle, making Rob’s eyes turn red.

Josh couldn’t break free from his grip. At the height of his anger, he instead became calm. He looked down at Rob, then suddenly leaned in close. His soft, cool lips swiftly brushed against the corner of Rob’s mouth. Beneath half-closed eyelids was a gaze of fake yet charming deep affection:

The kiss you wanted this morning. Sir, welcome back.