Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Sharing a Bed. Unrepentant desire with no exit…

Schneider’s lie made Ruan Siyu purse his lips.

His fingers curled slightly as he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, but his biting nature couldn’t be held back:

Should I believe you possess the character of a gentleman, sir?

—As if the man before him wasn’t the same beast who had been panting heavily at the first opportunity.

Schneider’s expression remained unreadable under the shifting streetlights, his voice laced with deliberate disparagement:

You must think you’re quite charming, so beautiful that no man can take his eyes off you, all of them scrambling to sleep with you. How long has it been since you’ve taken a good look at yourself, Josh? You’re as thin as a utility pole; even a withered branch has more resilience than you. And that light pink stuff on your face—

Schneider’s tirade faltered. Apparently, the word “blush” wasn’t in the knowledge base of his genius brain:

…it can’t even hide your sickly pallor. You have zero charm in my eyes. I don’t want to fuck you. You serve no such purpose to me.

Ruan Siyu didn’t believe a single word. This wasn’t his first time encountering the male species.

Then what is my purpose? Five hundred thousand isn’t a small sum, Mr. Schneider.

The car entered a villa district not far from the university. The garage door slowly opened, and Rob pulled the car steadily into its spot.

The gate lowered slowly, shutting out the cold and darkness.

You always have an endless supply of witty remarks. The moment things don’t go your way, you use fake compliments and flirtation to make others look pathetic. Even after falling to this state, you’re still seeking a sense of control. But you seem to have forgotten that you have nothing now.

The Rolls-Royce’s seatbelts and seats adjusted automatically as the interior lights came on. A trace of mockery played on Schneider’s cold, handsome face.

This sentence made Ruan Siyu’s skin crawl more than any insult he’d heard all night. For a moment, he felt the man before him truly saw through him, understood his habits, leaving him feeling exposed and out of control.

Ruan Siyu remained uncharacteristically silent, merely staring at the man.

Good.

The man chuckled softly. Do you know how to be a sugar baby, Josh? If you think all you need to do is look pretty and open your legs for me, that rail-thin body of yours isn’t worth the price. I am your sugar daddy. I won’t be satisfied with the superficial things you can offer. Of course, I am also generous. I’ll be more generous than any benefactor you could ever find. After all, our meeting gift was five hundred thousand dollars.

He emphasized the words meeting gift, a dark gloom swirling across his handsome features. His posture was far from relaxed, but this time, Ruan Siyu lost the urge to provoke him.

So, what exactly are the standards for being your sugar baby, sir?

You said it yourself—we’ve talked enough for today, remember?

The man gave no clear answer. The car door opened automatically. The man walked around to the passenger side and extended a hand to Ruan Siyu.

No matter how reluctant he felt, Ruan Siyu placed his smaller hand into the man’s palm and followed him into the elevator to the master bedroom floor.

The man possessed too many contradictory traits, repeatedly catching Ruan Siyu off guard and making him lose control. The man’s insults and hatred were wrapped in inexplicable consideration and tenderness. Beneath the sweetness lay reasons Ruan Siyu couldn’t fathom, sparking a faint sense of dread.

Perhaps his nerves were just too frayed. He had nothing left for the man to plot for, except his face and his body. The man was absolutely lying about not wanting him. Please, even a blind person could sense the man’s heavy desire. That was the main reason Ruan Siyu had wanted to back out and flee in the first place.

Now he couldn’t leave. His mother was already under immense pressure; the only reason she wasn’t in prison was that the government needed her to pay back the debt. Schneider was right—with just a little manipulation, the last bit of hope he and his mother were clinging to would become a joke. He couldn’t gamble.

Besides… this certainly wasn’t the worst-case scenario. At least for now, Schneider was acting decent.

He comforted himself, mocking his own fussiness like a paranoid child. To distract himself, he focused his attention on the house.

As one of the oldest colonial ports, land in the heart of Boston was worth its weight in gold. This house wasn’t far from MIT. The decor was somewhat dated, and the new owner seemed to lack a personal style. It was only upon entering the master bedroom that traces of his life became visible.

Ruan Siyu’s gaze swept over the massive master suite. It was unexpectedly clean and empty, with only a few sharp-lined art pieces. A tablet was tossed carelessly on the nightstand, and other personal items were few and far between.

The owner was either rarely home or a workaholic with no interest in the finer things in life.

Ruan Siyu curled his lip. He didn’t point out the implication of being brought to the master bedroom and instead headed toward the bathroom. Schneider’s desire wasn’t subtle, and Ruan Siyu hadn’t expected to have a separate guest room on his first night with a sugar daddy. He didn’t believe in fairy tales.

Schneider didn’t stop him, nor did he follow. Ruan Siyu comfortably soaked in the massive massage tub, enjoying the warm jets of water hitting his skin. Above the master bathroom was a slanted skylight connected to a retractable terrace. Snow began to fall again outside, flakes landing on the heated glass before melting into streams of water.

Young Master Ruan shivered, certain that no matter how strange Schneider was, finding a sugar daddy tonight was definitely a good idea—a stroke of genius, even.

He lazily climbed out of the tub and threw on a bathrobe, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor with his bare feet like a naughty cat. He did this purely to annoy Schneider because he was feeling malicious and had heard the man’s footsteps.

Schneider offered no comment. He set down the tray in his hands and picked him up. Ruan Siyu lay obediently against Schneider’s shoulder, offering no objection to this non-violent transport.

Feeling the softness of a mattress for the first time in six months, Young Master Ruan naturally sprawled out on the bed. The alcohol and warmth made his head feel hazy. He even swung his legs with interest; his bathrobe was loosely tied, every inch of skin serving as an unsubtle invitation and permission.

Regardless of whatever long-term plan Schneider had for him, he didn’t believe Schneider truly had no interest. The hot bath had made Ruan Siyu optimistic again.

Even without experience, he didn’t think this would actually break him. After all, most programmers were all talk and no action. Besides, when a person’s bargaining chips were limited, they had to play their cards at exactly the right moment.

When a man’s physical needs were met, his lower head would take over for the upper one—that was common knowledge. Perhaps then Schneider wouldn’t be so strange and creepy, and Ruan Siyu could regain a sliver of control.

Even if the price was high, he had confidence in his body and his pain tolerance.

Just as he thought the man would roughly pin him down, his bare ankle was grabbed. A soft cloth wiped the sole of his foot somewhat unceremoniously, drying the moisture. Then, he was wrapped in a down duvet, going from a splayed posture to being cocooned with only his palm-sized face peeking out.

Drink the milk.

The man’s voice made Ruan Siyu’s eyes widen. His dark, deer-like eyes grew as round as a cat’s. The beautiful face that had been putting on an act all night finally revealed a trace of genuine shock. His feet, dried by the cloth, curled up inside the duvet as if startled, his rounded toes tensing.

The tall, mixed-race man stood by the bed, looking down at those startled deer eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if wanting to mock Ruan Siyu’s arrogance.

Did this little liar really think his charm was infallible? Did he really think that as long as he beckoned, exposing a stretch of slender, flushed neck and blinking those dark, forest-deer eyes, the world would still turn for him?

Did he really think he would still feel his blood boil for a single breath, or his heart skip a beat for a single aimless sigh?

After a momentary lapse, Schneider realized his body was burning. The volcanic lava from three years ago was surging through his veins. He turned abruptly and disappeared into the bathroom at the other end of the master suite without a word.

Ruan Siyu watched the man’s tense, muscular back, not quite understanding the purpose of his restraint. Maybe he wanted to shower first?

He felt too warm and satisfied now. The only thing bothering him was the moody owner of the room. But then again, lying on this bed and having used that massage tub, Ruan Siyu felt much more tolerant toward Schneider.

For the first time in his life, he understood the mindset of a stray animal that would wag its tail for any full meal or warm bed. He reached out a fair arm, took the milk from the nightstand, and drank it.

Afterward, he buried himself completely in the warm down duvet and let out a silent yawn. The soundproofing in the high-end residence was excellent; not even the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom. Ruan Siyu’s eyelids gradually stuck together, and he fell asleep with his nose pressed against the soft pillow.

Over half an hour later, the bathroom door slid open silently. The tall, mixed-race man walked out wearing only a towel. His bare shoulders and chest were powerful, veins protruding, and the water droplets in his hair were ice-cold. His expression still held the stiffness of a hasty release.

The man stood by his bed, a beast-like shadow looming over the quietly breathing little liar. Unrepentant desire made his chest heave, and his large hand instinctively reached toward Ruan Siyu’s exposed neck.

For three years, he hadn’t dared and hadn’t wanted to see Ruan Siyu. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from throttling Ruan Siyu’s thin neck, from choking out that mocking voice.

Ruan Siyu frowned in his sleep, seemingly sensing the approaching danger. But he was simply too exhausted to open his eyes.

Schneider withdrew his hovering hand. He glanced at his large bed, a corner of which was occupied by Ruan Siyu, and ultimately didn’t disturb the sleeping person. He pulled out a blanket and lay down on the long sofa beside the bed.

*

The next day, Ruan Siyu opened his eyes while fumbling for his laptop, instinctively remembering the essay ghostwriting.

He touched something living.

His watery deer eyes widened instantly. He let out a startled whimper like a small animal, looking in shock at the tall, mixed-race man sitting at the head of the bed in a hoodie, wearing glasses and typing on a computer.