ORCBRB – Chapter 72
Chapter 72
When she was thrown onto the bed, Sang Shi'an knew she was doomed. After a symbolic struggle, she obediently submitted.
However, she had clearly underestimated the impact that the video from her Kitty account had on Jian Cenyu today.
“Was it fun?” Jian Cenyu’s voice, warm with her breath, landed by her ear.
How could Sang Shi'an dare to admit it? Her eyes darted around. “...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jian Cenyu didn’t explain, nor did she try to coerce or entice Sang Shi'an into admitting it.
Because—
When Jian Cenyu used a tie to bind her again, mimicking the red rope, Sang Shi'an was rendered completely speechless.
Her meticulously applied lipstick was smeared, leaving a broken, shimmering red around her lips. Perhaps due to her guilty conscience, Sang Shi'an’s eyes were evasive and flickering, her rapidly trembling eyelashes betraying her unease. Purity and allure appeared on her face at the same time.
Jian Cenyu’s knuckles slid from the side of Sang Shi'an’s neck, hooking the tie and moving it all the way down. Her delicate skin couldn’t withstand such treatment. Before Sang Shi'an could even adjust, Jian Cenyu slowly lifted the knot of the tie. “Is it tight enough?”
Only then did Sang Shi'an understand this other use for the tie.
There was a limited number of ties, so Jian Cenyu hadn’t bound Sang Shi'an’s legs. When she lifted it like that, the knot tied below her waist felt like a newly made garment, rubbing harshly against her skin. It was even more intense than Jian Cenyu’s kisses, devoid of any mercy, and immediately forced tears from Sang Shi'an’s eyes.
But it wasn’t from pain.
“Don’t… don’t tighten it.” Sang Shi'an grabbed Jian Cenyu’s hand, afraid of arousing her interest even more, and deliberately found a compromising reason. “Your tie will get dirty.”
Jian Cenyu didn’t let go. Her fingers resting on Sang Shi'an’s waist even showed a tendency to tug again.
“Little elf princess.” Jian Cenyu’s hand slowly tightened, her voice a kiss on Sang Shi'an’s lips. “When you told me you would ‘do anything,’ you should have been prepared for this.”
Sang Shi'an: ...
The words she had used to seduce Jian Cenyu at noon came back to her. The skin pressed against the tie felt as if it had been scalded, and the heat quickly spread throughout her body.
Jian Cenyu had certainly mastered this “damsel elf in distress” roleplay.
All that was missing was some dark lighting and a cage.
If there was time next time, she could set it up in advance.
“That was at noon…” The moment Sang Shi'an heard her own sweet, slightly panting voice, she clamped her mouth shut in fright.
“That won’t do. I haven’t exercised my master’s rights yet.” Jian Cenyu parted Sang Shi'an’s teeth and kissed her lingeringly. Her hand lightly toyed with the knot of the tie, feeling Sang Shi'an’s abdomen gradually tense up.
“Little elf princess,” Jian Cenyu whispered in her ear as Sang Shi'an couldn’t help but gasp. “The sound of you crying now is a hundred times, a thousand times… ten thousand times better than the fake one in the video at noon.”
Her voice was very soft and slow, as if each word was the result of careful comparison. Sang Shi'an’s hands were pinned behind her back by the tie. Unable to cover her mouth, she could only bite her lip hard, refusing to make any embarrassing sounds.
But the sounds were soon shattered again when Jian Cenyu tugged at the tie.
Her collarbone was kissed. Jian Cenyu wrapped an arm around Sang Shi'an’s waist and lifted her up. The moment she was seated, a tear fell with a soft plop. Sang Shi'an struggled in protest. “No…”
Her voice was extremely unsteady as she repeated her request, “I don’t want to sit up.”
The force of gravity would only make the tie pull tighter, like being hanged, though not by the neck.
“I want to lie… lie down,” Sang Shi'an said. “Otherwise, I won’t play with you anymore.”
Jian Cenyu glanced at the tie, which had already darkened in color and even had a section bitten into it, looking quite pitiful. So she granted Sang Shi'an’s wish and let her lie back down. “Call my name.”
Jian Cenyu’s voice was exceptionally gentle, a coaxing trap in every word.
She prompted Sang Shi'an, “That name you called me at noon when you begged me to buy you, call me that again, okay?”
“An'an flew all the way from Yancheng just to make me happy, right?”
“You wouldn’t want to make me sad, would you?”
Sang Shi'an felt a bit better after being laid flat, though her eyes were still red. Although she knew she had brought this upon herself and had to swallow her own tears, she still didn’t want to give in to Jian Cenyu’s wishes. “Cenyu Jiejie?”
“Jian Cenyu?”
“Junior CEO Jian?”
Jian Cenyu frowned slightly; clearly, none of those were correct.
Sang Shi'an asked with great innocence, “Which one do you want to hear? You have to tell me for me to know.”
If Jian Cenyu had actually reminded her, Sang Shi'an would have immediately agreed, taking full advantage of the situation.
The two reached a stalemate. Before Sang Shi'an’s red-rimmed eyes could reveal a triumphant smile for her successful ploy, Jian Cenyu wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a sitting position again, trapping her like a doll.
“You—” Caught off guard, Sang Shi'an fell into Jian Cenyu’s embrace, receiving a light but firm slap on her lower back.
“Jian Cenyu, how dare you hit—”
“Do you remember now?” Jian Cenyu asked patiently.
“I don’t understand—”
“Then take your time thinking.” Jian Cenyu had plenty of time and patience to wait.
And so, the little elf was truly broken by the spanking.
Physically, it was bearable; what was more important was the breaking of her spirit. Sang Shi'an made the bizarre discovery that she could also get aroused by Jian Cenyu’s punishment.
The light spanks wouldn’t have hurt even if they had landed elsewhere, but the sound was loud and exceptionally humiliating.
When the tie was at its tightest, Sang Shi'an couldn’t hold back any longer and began to beg for mercy, calling out in a tearful voice, “Master, I was wrong.”
Jian Cenyu finally gave a satisfied kiss, untied the thoroughly soaked tie, and placed her on the bed, gently pressing down on her waist. “Good girl.”
At eleven o’clock, after they had both showered, Sang Shi'an looked at her own neck in the mirror and angrily pulled Jian Cenyu over. “Who told you to kiss me here?”
Her voice was a little hoarse from crying and had a slight nasal tone. It wasn’t as pleasant as usual, but it seemed to have little hooks, making it incredibly alluring.
“It’s not high up. A shirt collar can cover it, so there’s nothing to worry about.” Jian Cenyu hugged Sang Shi'an from behind, quietly watching her do her skincare routine.
Her chin gently rubbed against Sang Shi'an’s shoulder. Comforted by the hug, Sang Shi'an stopped fussing over the night’s incident of the damsel elf trapped in the demon’s den.
“So, you’ll be going to the venue with me tomorrow?” Jian Cenyu asked. “Will it interfere with your studying?”
Sang Shi'an gave a lazy “mhm.” “It won’t. I made my own study schedule before coming to Shanghai, so don’t worry.”
She then turned her head to kiss Jian Cenyu’s cheek. “Later, I’ll ask my auntie about the result for you. You’ve suffered so many setbacks at the hands of the Jian family, let me show you the joy of using connections.”
“Auntie?” Jian Cenyu clearly remembered that the president of the business association’s surname was Ye, while Sang Shi'an’s mother’s surname was Ren.
The files showed no connection between the two.
“Put some face cream on for me, and then I’ll tell you.” Sang Shi'an pointed to a jar of cream, acting as haughty as a pampered princess from the Qing dynasty who had never touched a drop of spring water.
“Yes, Your Highness.” Jian Cenyu unscrewed the cream jar, warmed it in her palm, and then gently pressed it onto Sang Shi'an’s face, following her skincare routine.
The warmth of her palm melted the cream, soft and gentle. Her Highness was very satisfied with the service and condescended to explain.
“The relationship is actually quite distant. My mother and she are sort of cousins. My maternal grandmother and my auntie’s mother were half-sisters with the same mother but different fathers. When my auntie’s mother got divorced back then, people still held old-fashioned views. In a fit of anger, she went abroad to do business. My auntie was fostered at my grandmother’s house when she was little, until her mother had accumulated enough capital to bring her over. My auntie hadn’t even started high school then.”
“My auntie has been abroad all these years. Even when she returns to the country, she only visits our family privately and has never interacted with us in public. So even if you investigate, it would be very difficult to find this family connection.”
Even Sang Shi'an herself, when she received the business association information from Wen Yansheng, didn’t recognize the name Ye Jinsui as the auntie who often urged her to go abroad and be adopted by her.
Fortunately, she hadn’t lost her head. Before trying to use Shengyu’s influence to help Jian Cenyu, she had run to her brother’s office, and only then did Sang Shiyue exasperatedly explain this connection.
“This is a multinational collaboration involving many companies, and it will also involve the government. How could it be so easy?” Jian Cenyu appreciated Sang Shi'an’s good intentions in making the introduction. “As for the result, you don’t have to specifically talk to President Ye. Don’t put her in a difficult position.”
Sang Shi'an narrowed her eyes slightly.
As a mere sophomore with a girlfriend who had a family fortune to inherit and wolves at the door trying to seize power, Sang Shi'an had finally found a way to help Jian Cenyu with immediate effect. Even knowing Jian Cenyu’s words came from a good place, she was still extremely displeased.
“Shouldn’t you be hugging me and kissing me right now, saying, ‘My dearest baby, thank you so much’?”
Jian Cenyu raised her hands halfway in surrender. “It’s my fault for not appreciating your kindness.”
Sang Shi'an turned around and hugged Jian Cenyu face-to-face, saying in a muffled voice, “I’m not just taking advantage of her for nothing.”
When Ye Jinsui was young, all she thought about was making money, which was why she could become the president of the Overseas Chinese Business Association in her early forties.
When she got older and had no children, looking at her vast assets, she wanted to find a suitable heir and set her sights on Sang Shi'an.
Of course, Sang Shi'an didn’t mention this. It wasn’t as if her family mistreated her, so there was no need to covet someone else’s assets.
“Other than tonight’s dinner, I haven’t made any other unreasonable requests to her. Jian Zhenyang has the Huaxing project on his resume to showcase his financial power, but you have our Shengyu Corporation. My mother herself said you could go to her if you had difficulties.”
Jian Cenyu: “...That’s not how it’s supposed to be used.”
Sang Shi'an covered Jian Cenyu’s mouth, adopting a lecturing tone. “That’s exactly how it’s used. If you do business like you do experiments, being so rigid and by-the-book, you’ll go bankrupt sooner or later.”
Jian Cenyu wanted to say she understood the principle, but because Ren Li was Sang Shi'an’s mother, she didn’t want to use her for scheming. But seeing Sang Shi'an’s attitude now, if she didn’t agree, she would probably call Ye Jinsui right away.
Jian Cenyu compromised: “Okay.”
Sang Shi'an brought up the second advantage: “Your personal ability is right there, worth a whole team of researchers under Jian Zhenyang whose talents have been worn down by life. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?”
Jian Cenyu: “...Mhm.”
Sang Shi'an held up a third finger: “The most important point, which my auntie secretly revealed to me when I called her—the business association wants to cooperate with the mainland, and they can’t bypass the government. To build a good relationship with the higher-ups, they naturally have to be careful in choosing their mainland leader. Compared to those calculating businessmen, your image is more suitable.”
Even though she knew Jian Cenyu was the type of black lotus who could use the entire Huaxing project to set a trap for Jian Zhenyang, Sang Shi'an’s gaze at her now was like looking at a pure and noble fairy. “Understand now?”
Jian Cenyu hugged Sang Shi'an, pressing her little head that was seeking praise against her shoulder, and chuckled. “What if I’m exposed?”
Sang Shi'an said shamelessly, “It’s fine. It’s just like those people at Yanjing University who voted for the campus belle. Everyone sees you as cold, harmless, and easy to manipulate. By the time you get the spot and the project is launched, they won’t be able to replace you even if they want to.”
Jian Cenyu sighed, “You really are…”
Sang Shi'an guessed what she was about to say and asked mournfully, “Cenyu Jiejie, am I not the person you love the most anymore?”
Jian Cenyu: ...
How could she possibly answer that?
Jian Cenyu swallowed her words.
Sang Shi'an pushed her luck: “Am I the most pure and flawless little cutie in your heart?”
Jian Cenyu didn’t want to lie.
Until Sang Shi'an’s trembling—
“Master?”
Jian Cenyu closed her eyes, lifted Sang Shi'an onto the vanity, and kissed her again. “Yes.”
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