Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Softening. Are you sure you can get any pleasure out of this?

At the moment Schneider pulled him into his arms, Josh’s brain wasn’t actually clear.

Schneider had just finished working out and taken a cold shower; his muscles were bulging prominently. His white shirt creased over his undulating muscles. He held the panicked Josh in his arms and placed him back onto the large bed in the bedroom.

Daylight had already filled the sky outside, but the bedroom had excellent light-blocking capabilities. Schneider instructed the AI to turn on the lights and used one hand to cup Josh’s palm-sized face, looking closely.

As the lights came on, Josh’s pupils shifted several times before he finally regained clarity. He looked down at the watch on his wrist, then gripped it tightly with his other hand, steadying his breathing.

“I’m fine, I just wasn’t fully awake,” he explained uncomfortably. Last night, his mental state had been terrible. He had exposed his weaknesses to Schneider one after another, becoming hysterical in his frustration and losing his proper judgment.

He had many negative assumptions about Schneider, and the other man’s control and behavior had matched his speculations one by one. The massive power gap between them left Josh no room to breathe. Space seemed to close in on him, while Schneider’s breath and hands followed him like shadows, like shackles he couldn’t break.

But there was one thing Josh hadn’t expected: Schneider had actually let him go last night.

“Letting him go” wasn’t quite the right term. Schneider was still in the room; he had simply… stopped invading Josh’s space and stopped touching him, even though Josh could feel that Schneider thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of controlling him.

Because of his emotional breakdown and a single tear, the man had stopped.

Why?

Josh lowered his eyes in thought, feeling Schneider’s scrutinizing gaze sweep over him from head to toe, as if he were truly worried about Josh’s momentary panic in that half-asleep state.

A moment later, seeing nothing unusual, Schneider let Josh go to the bathroom to wash up. Without the part-time jobs and financial pressure that kept him running in circles, Josh’s time became very empty. After finishing his morning routine, he stood before the cool-toned mirror for a long time before walking out in a set of loose loungewear.

Breakfast was placed as usual on the small bar next to the bedroom bed, at just the right temperature.

Schneider sat under the bookshelf in the small sitting room of the master suite, still holding his work laptop, typing while drinking coffee. His face was cold and solemn while working, his movements calm and possessed of a leadership quality that didn’t match his actual age at all.

He was unexpectedly quiet. Josh was certain that Schneider had started working before he even woke up, yet the man hadn’t taken calls, hadn’t turned on the lights, and even his keyboard was extremely silent. One wouldn’t guess he was handling the affairs of a listed company with assets exceeding a billion dollars.

Compared to those “business elites” who loudly proclaimed their titles in public and flattered each other, it seemed very strange for Schneider to be so polite and restrained even in his own bedroom. He didn’t need to worry about disturbing anyone, did he?

Unless… he didn’t want to disturb the person sleeping.

Josh blinked slowly, chewing his breakfast without tasting it, rarely taking the initiative to fix his gaze on Schneider.

To be honest, Josh knew he was a very defensive person. Schneider gave too many benefits; he could only feel that the man had ulterior motives. Schneider’s fluctuating moods were treated as uncontrollable dangers. As a former member of the “elite” class, Josh understood the importance of staying vigilant and the inevitable outcome of an unequal relationship.

The real world was never an adult fairy tale, and Josh was more clear-headed than any beautiful youth in his position. Last night, Schneider’s biting humiliation and cold manipulation had laid bare the essence of this relationship. Josh had to admit he was deeply affected, to the point of losing emotional control and exposing more weaknesses.

But when he calmed down and saw Schneider’s handsome, peerless face by the light of day, the man’s features even showed a hint of youthful innocence appropriate for his age in the sunlight, not looking like a paranoid foreign monster at all.

Josh finished more than half the plate, stopping as soon as his stomach felt full. The sound of him putting down his fork disturbed Schneider, who was staring at the screen. Those pale blue eyes looked over, staring at him like a wolf again.

Josh returned a smile: “I can’t eat anymore, sir. How do you expect me to spend the day?”

Schneider stared at him for a while, closed his tablet, and stood up: “Are you still angry about those insignificant part-time jobs?”

The mixed-race man frowned, a crease forming between his brows, making his face look even more stern.

Josh tilted his head but said nothing. Heaven knows, he didn’t enjoy washing dishes or doing part-time work; he was just choosing the lesser of two evils. He simply disliked being a pet in Schneider’s golden cage, destined to be discarded.

“…If you insist on doing it.”

After a moment, Schneider squeezed a few words through his teeth: “You can apply at cafes in safer neighborhoods, part-time jobs within legal limits. I’ll handle your status issues. After Christmas and New Year’s, you can enter MassArt in Boston to complete your final credits and get your bachelor’s degree.”

Every word he said left Josh stunned: “You’re letting me… allowing me to go to school? Solving my status issues?”

He didn’t question the other man’s ability to get him back into school. Although he carried the infamy of plagiarism, which could be found by any interconnected university, such a small matter was trivial for the true ruling class, even if America nominally emphasized democracy and equality.

Schneider frowned: “Of course I won’t allow my…” He paused. “Sugar baby to be an undocumented worker. You don’t want to leave campus forever, do you?”

He seemed to want to express mockery, but those deep blue eyes stared unblinkingly at Josh, their stubbornness greatly weakening his aggression.

Josh also stared back unblinkingly. This was the first time he had looked at Schneider so carefully, not with a biased gaze.

The man surprised him. Following last night’s conflict, he had felt in his heart that Schneider wanted him to be isolated, to fall into self-abandonment, and to become a pile of mud wrapped in a beautiful skin after repeated, futile struggles.

Nothing was easier to control than an undocumented worker with no education and no status, who could only live at the mercy of others.

Josh certainly wouldn’t give up on himself; that went against his nature, but it also made him foresee pain. When he had offered up that humiliating yet soul-stirring kiss, when Schneider’s body and scent had overwhelmed him, making him lose control, he had briefly broken down, revealing more of his weak nature.

Yet Schneider hadn’t taken the opportunity to exploit his weaknesses. He had backed down, and that bit of concession softened Josh more than all of Schneider’s gifts combined. He knew all of this might be Schneider’s scheme, just to make Josh step into the trap willingly, but Josh did indeed feel safe.

“Why are you willing to do this?” he asked, his voice losing its thorns.

Schneider’s brow was tightly knit. He stood two meters away from Josh, not getting too close: “Because this is within my plan, Josh. This arrangement isn’t a short-term one. Don’t dream of escaping me, and don’t dream that this relationship ends with you spreading your pretty legs for me and perfunctorily giving me cheap kisses. It’s not that simple, Josh, and you know this is all what you deserve.”

Seeming to feel his words were too harsh, Schneider paused, softening the strange hostility and hatred in his voice: “Take care of your health. I’ve ordered a Maybach; until it arrives, you can drive the Rolls-Royce in the garage. I won’t restrict your movements, Josh, but you know where you can and can’t go, and what you can and can’t do, right?”

Josh blinked, real confusion mixed in his voice: “I don’t understand. Is this how it’s supposed to be when you find a sugar daddy?”

Schneider narrowed his eyes: “This is how it is when you’ve met me. Don’t touch outside food, and don’t let me find out you’re fooling around outside, especially with girls—they can’t afford the price I’m paying.”

Josh ignored the implied insult in his words and took the car keys Schneider handed over: “How strange. Before last night, I thought I’d become an undocumented worker locked in some room until you grew tired of my body.”

He spoke softly, watching Schneider’s reaction closely while jingling the car keys in his hand: “Do you really not need me to exchange anything? I don’t understand the value you see in me. These… they aren’t exactly humiliations. Are you sure you can get any pleasure out of this?”

Schneider’s jawline tightened as if he were enduring anger. Josh stood up, approached him, and gently took his hand: “Actually, I didn’t hate… that kiss so much.”

He spoke with a slight hint of suggestion, half of which was the truth. He didn’t hate the kiss; he was just terrified of such excessive intimacy.

“You want to keep everything transactional; it makes you feel in control, even if your only bargaining chip is your body.”

Schneider curled his lips, but there wasn’t a trace of a smile in his eyes: “But I told you, Josh, it’s not that simple.”

He pulled away almost coldly, a stark contrast to his longing from the night before. Having his thoughts exposed, Josh’s smile faded, and he saw Schneider’s gaze fall on his watch.

“If you want an exchange, you can give me this watch.”

“What?”

Josh couldn’t understand for a moment, but his hand instinctively protected the watch engraved with his name. “Why would you be interested in this? It’s a custom watch with my name on it. It has no collection value and won’t sell for much.”

He stared at Schneider, not noticing the smile had vanished from his face. Schneider curled his lips into a smirk, his voice carrying a sharpness Josh couldn’t comprehend: “It won’t sell? Is that the reason you kept this ugly watch?”

He spoke in a tone of disdain: “I’ll pay the original price. Sell it to me.”

“No.”