ORCBRB – Chapter 66
Chapter 66
“The Hicks substitution effect refers to the change in consumption resulting from a price change that keeps the consumer's utility level constant. The Slutsky substitution effect, on the other hand, refers to the change before and after a price change…”
“When analyzing the reasons why the Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC) controls oil production, one must use the law of supply and demand… second, the supply curve, and third, the theorem of inelastic goods.”
“…”
To help Sang Shi'an memorize better, Jian Cenyu made her repeat every sentence. Sang Shi'an's body was still trembling as she was quizzed over and over again.
The clean, gentle voice was like a death knell, each word bringing wave after wave of high tide. The room was scented with an aromatherapy fragrance Jian Cenyu had chosen—a faint, clear orchid scent with a hint of bitterness, perfect for calming the mind while studying.
But Sang Shi'an couldn't calm down at all. She had only slept for a short while before waking up to a pair of familiar, pale, glass-like eyes.
A faint smile was in them, filled with the same familiar dominance and satiation from before Sang Shi'an had passed out.
“You're awake so soon?”
Sang Shi'an's heart skipped a beat as she sensed the approaching danger. “I-I'm thirsty.”
The mineral water bottle on the coffee table was handed to her. Sang Shi'an tried to shrink toward the edge of the sofa. “Thank you.”
But Jian Cenyu's possessiveness over Sang Shi'an had reached a new height. She twisted open the cap and leaned over. “I'll feed you.”
Dazed, she gripped the smooth leather of the sofa, her voice trembling. “I-I'm going to fall…”
“You won't.” Jian Cenyu gently held Sang Shi'an. “Even if you fall, I'll catch you.”
Jian Cenyu brought the mouth of the bottle to her lips. Sang Shi'an wanted to do it herself, but Jian Cenyu wouldn't let go.
As a lover, Jian Cenyu was obviously considerate to the extreme. But Sang Shi'an knew that a large part of it was Jian Cenyu's possessiveness at play; Jian Cenyu would never give her a chance at freedom.
Sang Shi'an was too thirsty and could only compromise by opening her mouth, clumsily chasing the bottle as Jian Cenyu moved it away. Half of the water went into Sang Shi'an's stomach, while the other half spilled onto her chest.
As she was pushed down again, Jian Cenyu asked with great understanding, “Are you still thirsty?”
Jian Cenyu kissed the side of her neck, as if seizing her by the throat. Her sensitive body was awakened in an instant, and she shook her head with red-rimmed eyes, whimpering.
“Then let's continue with the macroeconomics concepts. Where were we?”
Caught off guard by the question, Sang Shi'an was on the verge of breaking down. She felt that Jian Cenyu might really need to get her head checked. “I don't want to… Shut up.”
Who quizzes someone on their studies at a time like this?
“I knew An'an preferred to think of me with her whole heart and soul.”
A tingling sensation spread across Sang Shi'an's chest, and she grew even more ashamed. “Let go of me.”
“Don't make a fuss.” Jian Cenyu affectionately nuzzled her with the tip of her nose. “You'll really fall off in a moment. Be good.”
Jian Cenyu was clearly the one in control, yet her every word sounded like she was coquetting with Sang Shi'an. In a daze, as if bewitched, Sang Shi'an relaxed and complied. “Okay.”
After speaking, Sang Shi'an realized how foolish her words were, but it was too late to take them back. Her lips and tongue were fiercely invaded once more.
Her impassioned eyes were once again tinged with the vibrant color of desire, and even her obsidian-like pupils were stained with a seductive red. She was delicate, impatient with kisses and friction. When things felt raw or sore, she would kick; when she was tired, she would cry.
But all these actions were futile. Her resistance was feeble, like a kitten's, and the more she struggled, the more it stirred the wicked thoughts in Jian Cenyu's heart.
As mealtime approached, Jian Cenyu gently brushed aside Sang Shi'an's sweat-dampened hair, caressed her jade-like forehead, and asked, “Have you figured out the answer to that question yet?”
Jian Cenyu would ask every few hours, but no matter what Sang Shi'an answered, she would find a reason to refute it and then continue under the pretext of punishment and instruction. With a thin film of tears in her eyes, Sang Shi'an weakly glanced at Jian Cenyu. “Does it matter what I say?”
“Then let's continue.”
Amidst Sang Shi'an's cry of surprise, Jian Cenyu pulled out her cat tail. The scattered beads clattered to the floor like a mermaid's tears.
The sudden movement startled Sang Shi'an. She only had time to cover the damp fabric over her chest before she felt the touch of the cat tail again. The tail that had been at her back was turned around and moved to the front.
First, it teased her like a cat wand, coaxing her to open her mouth and bite, quickly soaking a patch. Only then was the tail slowly and heavily grafted on. Unlike the small ball from the morning, although the inner ring's diameter was similar, the soft artificial fur on the outside came in layer after layer. Sang Shi'an trembled, and trembled, and trembled.
After a long while, Jian Cenyu's voice was heard. “An'an is so amazing, you took it all in.”
“I told you long ago that I've liked you for a very long time. How could you bring up breaking up with me over something that's long past?”
“You've been so naughty.”
Sang Shi'an let out an unbearable whimper.
How could she be so obedient?
She answers questions when told, admits her mistakes after a few words of discipline, and even when locked in the house like this, she hasn't used her phone to complain to anyone.
Jian Cenyu held Sang Shi'an and rolled over, letting Sang Shi'an lie on top of her. With her free hand, she soothingly stroked Sang Shi'an's long hair.
The person she had longed for day and night was finally lying docilely in her arms. The frequent contact hadn't made her weary; instead, the excitement grew day by day, making Jian Cenyu more and more unwilling to let go.
And she would never let go.
But she still felt a sense of pity for Sang Shi'an. After making sure the tail wouldn't fall out, she took her phone and held it in front of Sang Shi'an. “Pick what you want for a late-night snack. Should I order you a milk tea too?”
Sang Shi'an asked through sobs, “What about my exam tomorrow?”
The exam was in the afternoon. She couldn't really let Sang Shi'an cram for her Principles of Marxism exam at the last minute; she had to at least memorize a few all-purpose phrases for the questions.
Jian Cenyu seemed troubled. Facing Sang Shi'an's pitiful gaze, she finally compromised. “I'll let you sleep before midnight tonight. You can get up early tomorrow to study.”
Sang Shi'an glanced at the time on the phone. It was already ten o'clock. “We have to eat a late-night snack, and you still want to… do it. How am I supposed to fall asleep before midnight?”
Dissatisfied, Jian Cenyu pressed Sang Shi'an's raised head into her shoulder, kissing her affectionately by the ear. “I promise you'll have enough sleep, and I'll wake you up early tomorrow morning. As for falling asleep… ”
She bit Sang Shi'an's ear. “Wouldn't it be fine if I just make you pass out?”
Sang Shi'an: ……
When it came to important matters, Jian Cenyu had her principles and kept her word. Sure enough, half a minute before midnight, she successfully sent Sang Shi'an into a deep sleep.
The next morning at seven, Sang Shi'an got up to study. The Principles of Marxism exam in the afternoon wasn't very difficult. Seeing Su Ningyue hand in her paper early, Sang Shi'an followed her out of the classroom.
A breeze blew against her face. Sang Shi'an breathed in the free air, feeling an unreal sense of being reborn.
She happily hugged Su Ningyue, who was on her phone. Su Ningyue exclaimed dramatically, “Hey, hey!” and pushed Sang Shi'an away. “You're this excited just because you did well on the Marxism exam? I'm collecting money right now, don't move, don't move.”
Sang Shi'an leaned in to count the number of zeros in the WeChat transfers. Each transaction was followed by five zeros, and they continuously filled the entire screen.
She remarked with emotion, “Your sister really loves you.”
Su Ningyue's face flushed. “How can you tell?”
“This isn't just living expenses, is it?” Sang Shi'an linked arms with Su Ningyue as they walked downstairs, stating a truth about love, “Where the money is, the love is.”
After collecting the money, Su Ningyue thought about it and felt it made a lot of sense. As a matter of reciprocity, she poked Sang Shi'an. “What about you?”
She held out a hand. “Show me Senior Jian's love for you, then.”
Sang Shi'an's gaze faltered. Too lazy to scroll through her records, she bluntly refused Su Ningyue. “There's none.”
Su Ningyue noticed the strangeness in Sang Shi'an's tone. As they turned the corner of the hallway, she asked in a low voice, “Did you two have a fight?”
Sang Shi'an's lips moved, and she sullenly uttered a single word, “Yeah.”
Now, Su Ningyue looked dazed. “You really fought? It couldn't be about the WeChat ID thing at the bar that night, could it? Senior Jian is definitely not the type to cheat on you behind your back. Her eyes are practically glued to you. As long as she can see you, there's no one else for miles around, right?”
Sang Shi'an hummed in agreement, growing more worried. “It's not about that. I just feel like she's changed so much recently, and she hasn't given me any time to adjust.”
Su Ningyue asked, “Is it just because you haven't had time to adjust, and not because you hate the change?”
Images of Jian Cenyu clinging to her relentlessly over the past few days flashed through Sang Shi'an's mind. She whipped her head around as if to say something, then raised a hand to rub her brow and said in self-abandonment, “Anyway, I can't accept it, and I can't even call the police. It's so annoying.”
Hearing “call the police,” Sang Shi'an didn't seem like she was truly being harmed. Su Ningyue gave her a meaningful look, her brain, which had been idle during the exam, now spinning rapidly.
“In that case, you should have a good talk with her. Some things…” Su Ningyue was a bit embarrassed. “…are more fun when both people cooperate.”
Sang Shi'an: “You get it now, do you?”
Su Ningyue glanced at the floor height—the third floor, nearly twenty meters. So she shook her head. “Get what?”
Sang Shi'an couldn't be bothered to expose her and tried to steer the conversation in a more serious direction. “It's not that I can't cooperate, it's just that when I think about how her change is because of me, I feel awkward all over. Plus, I impulsively brought up breaking up with her that night, and she never asked if we got back together after that.”
You guys are playing S&M without even being back together… Breaking up and big changes, Su Ningyue's thoughts were already racing in the most extreme S&M direction.
But Su Ningyue didn't say this out loud. She asked, “So are you going back now?”
Sang Shi'an: “She told me to go back right after the exam.”
Su Ningyue was stunned for a moment. “And you're just going to be that obedient?”
Sang Shi'an: “Should I run? And then get dragged back?”
Wouldn't Jian Cenyu just go even crazier? She wasn't an idiot.
Just as Su Ningyue was about to egg her on, Sang Shi'an's phone screen lit up. She had put it on silent during the exam. The caller ID showed Jian Cenyu.
They had just been talking about running away, and now she was getting a call. Sang Shi'an subconsciously scanned her surroundings, feeling very guilty.
Other classrooms in the academic building were still in the middle of exams. Sang Shi'an quickly went downstairs and answered the call by the flowerbeds outside. “I just finished my exam.”
“What a coincidence,” Jian Cenyu said. “I'm at the East Third Gate. Are you coming over, or should I come find you?”
Sang Shi'an glanced at Su Ningyue, who had followed her. “I have to help my friend study tonight.”
Over the phone, Jian Cenyu chuckled, her voice slightly deep. “Then An'an certainly wouldn't mind if I happened to run into you, would she?”
“Of course not…” Sang Shi'an retorted subconsciously, but the end of her sentence faded softly into the air.
If she waited for Jian Cenyu to “run into” her, she might just get dragged into some small corner.
During the silence between them, a series of rapid coughs came from the phone, then quickly stopped. The breathing was hurried, as if being forcefully suppressed for fear of Sang Shi'an noticing.
The wind was especially strong this afternoon. Sang Shi'an frowned, thinking of the unsheltered East Third Gate. She hesitated for two seconds before saying, “Wait for me, I'm coming over.”
Su Ningyue heard the last few sentences and waved her hand without any surprise. “Be gone, then.”
She had guessed the outcome the moment she saw Jian Cenyu's name on the caller ID. Anyway, Sang Shi'an's love-struck brain was a lost cause. She turned and headed for the West Second Gate, took out her phone, and leisurely dialed someone who was on a business trip.
When Sang Shi'an met Jian Cenyu, Jian Cenyu was gazing intently at the sunset. Her long hair, draped over her back, moved without any wind, and her fine cashmere coat, with its excellent drape, outlined an elegant silhouette. The magnificent evening glow colored her cheeks, showing no trace of the weakness from the phone call.
Sang Shi'an immediately realized she had been tricked.
Jian Cenyu turned to the side, saw her, and waved.
Sang Shi'an had no choice but to walk over. Her first sentence was a jab. “Just now, my friend asked me why I was in a bad mood. I told her I broke up.”
Jian Cenyu: ……
A clear trace of displeasure appeared on Jian Cenyu's face, but her tone was still gentle. “Don't lie to your friend.”
“But I really did say that before.” As Sang Shi'an was ushered into the Ferrari, she changed the subject. “Didn't you say you were going to buy a Panamera last time?”
“My aunt borrowed it for a couple of days.” Jian Cenyu leaned over to help Sang Shi'an with her seatbelt. Noticing Sang Shi'an's furtive glances, a smile flashed across her lips. “If you like it, you can take it for a drive.”
Sang Shi'an swallowed a few times. “No, don't think you can buy me off. Not unless you promise to go back to normal after we get back.”
Jian Cenyu: ……
The car started, and silence filled the interior.
After turning a corner, Jian Cenyu finally asked, “What do you consider a normal state?”
Sang Shi'an's heart was pounding erratically. At the thought of having to explain, her voice grew softer. “You're asking even though you already know.”
Jian Cenyu said no more. It wasn't until the car entered the community's underground parking garage that Jian Cenyu asked, “But haven't you figured out the answer to that question yet?”
Sang Shi'an hadn't expected this reason again; she was beginning to suspect Jian Cenyu planned to use it for a lifetime. “What do these two things have to do with each other? Can't you be reasonab— Mmph!”
A warmth touched her lips. Jian Cenyu's skilled driving allowed her to reverse into the parking space in one go. She unbuckled her seatbelt, cupped Sang Shi'an's face, and directly sealed Sang Shi'an's mouth, kissing her fiercely.
The brief calm at the school gate had been a facade Jian Cenyu maintained in front of others. Now that they were back in the community, before they even got home, Jian Cenyu was starting to go crazy again.
The space in the sports car was relatively small, and with the doors locked, there was no escape.
Jian Cenyu's kiss was heavy and fierce. The gentleness in her words was gone, revealing the undercurrent of lust and possession beneath her cool, intellectual exterior.
Sang Shi'an's chin was held up as she pitifully endured it. From the tip of her tongue to the root, she was repeatedly licked and kneaded, feeling waves of soreness and numbness, almost unable to breathe.
When she was finally released, before she could utter a word of complaint, she heard Jian Cenyu say helplessly, “How come you still haven't learned to breathe after so many times?”
Sang Shi'an pretended not to understand and gave Jian Cenyu a push. “I want to get out.”
Jian Cenyu unlocked the doors and got out with Sang Shi'an, gently taking her hand. “How was the Marxism exam?”
Sang Shi'an stepped into the elevator and carefully tugged at her captured hand. As expected, she couldn't pull it away. There was no point in struggling then. “The political science questions weren't hard.”
Jian Cenyu nodded. “Is macroeconomics tomorrow morning?”
The word “yes” swirled on the tip of her tongue but ultimately changed to, “No, it's in the afternoon.”
Jian Cenyu said meaningfully, “It's in the afternoon, is it?” That meant there would be more time.
Sang Shi'an irritably stepped on Jian Cenyu's foot. “Stop testing me.”
Jian Cenyu finally couldn't hold it in and laughed with delight. “Oh, you found me out.”
She leaned over and gave Sang Shi'an a peck on the lips. “An'an is so smart.”
The elevator doors opened. Once inside the apartment, everything became uncontrollable again, just as Sang Shi'an had expected.
The sky gradually darkened. The bathroom light was bright, and the sound of running water echoed.
The bathroom in the living area was several times larger than the en-suite in Sang Shi'an's room. Sang Shi'an had initially designated it as her exclusive territory, until Jian Cenyu moved in.
The air was thick with hot, humid steam. Sang Shi'an was lying face down on top of Jian Cenyu, her body limp. The faucet started running again, the stream of water aimed between her legs. She tried to inch upward, teardrops clinging to her eyelashes.
The fresh tears were kissed away by the culprit. Jian Cenyu gripped Sang Shi'an's waist, controlling her position. The depths of her pale pupils were like a bottomless abyss. “An'an, didn't you say it wasn't clean just now?”
Sang Shi'an couldn't make a sound; she could only cry.
“Can't it be washed this way?” Jian Cenyu coaxed her in a low voice. “How about I turn you over?”
Her unfocused eyes focused for a moment. She turned her head and saw the powerful stream of water from the faucet, and in her fear, she clung tightly to Jian Cenyu's neck.
Jian Cenyu let her squirm, one hand resting leisurely on the edge of the bathtub, the other toying with Sang Shi'an's long hair.
Then, just as Sang Shi'an was about to kneel up, Jian Cenyu took advantage of her lack of balance, quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, and flipped her over to lie on her back. “If you're tired of lying on your stomach, just say so, An'an. I'll help you.”
Extremely considerate, and utterly wicked.
The stream of water washed over her continuously, and with Jian Cenyu holding down her legs, Sang Shi'an couldn't bear it and bit her own wrist, not even having the strength to curse.
“Does An'an still like that older brother from before?”
“Does he know your daily preferences like I do? Does he know your body's preferences like I do?”
Jian Cenyu's damp voice invaded her ear, sentence after sentence, in a light tone.
“Is the emotional value I provide you irreplaceable?”
“Can anyone else give you this feeling?”
Jian Cenyu thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, if you go looking for someone else, I'll lose control of myself even more.”
She held Sang Shi'an tighter, her fingers damp with steam, and let out a low, slow laugh.
Like a hypnotist, she instilled her words steadily and deeply. “Only I can give you the love you want to experience. You are mine for this lifetime, my baby An'an.”
As her voice faded, Sang Shi'an once again tasted pleasure. Jian Cenyu patiently waited for Sang Shi'an to come to her senses, but she had no intention of letting her go.
Sang Shi'an felt that she, too, was about to be driven mad by Jian Cenyu.
Again and again, without end.
No matter how docile a cat is, it shares many similar genes with a tiger. Resistance is in its bones.
Sang Shi'an took a deep breath and suddenly pressed down on Jian Cenyu's hand. “Um… do you need my help?”
Sang Shi'an turned her head. Her eyes, which had been crying for nearly an hour, were extremely red. Her rapidly blinking eyelashes flickered between light and shadow, making her look like a succubus who had fallen to the mortal realm and was powerless to resist.
It made one want to punish her fiercely, until she was completely possessed.
Jian Cenyu intuitively sensed Sang Shi'an's unusual behavior. But over the past three days, Sang Shi'an had initiated things almost zero times. Even though Jian Cenyu possessed Sang Shi'an, something was always missing.
In the moment of Jian Cenyu's hesitation, Sang Shi'an took Jian Cenyu's fingers and pitifully offered the pearl of her own lip. “How about I help you with this?”
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