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Anthon hurriedly searched the room for scattered clothes, trying to regain a semblance of dignity. He quickly pulled on his clothes, but due to the pain in his backside and the exhaustion from waking up that morning, his movements appeared particularly clumsy. As he attempted to pull down his shirt, it stubbornly got stuck on his head, putting him in an even more awkward situation.
At that moment, a warm hand suddenly touched his shirt and effortlessly pulled it down. Anthon looked up to see Brother Jie, wearing that annoying smile. Brother Jie had a teasing and smug grin on his face, as if he were enjoying Anthon's embarrassing predicament. Although Brother Jie's actions helped Anthon escape from his predicament, that smile evoked a complex mix of emotions in Anthon—both a hint of gratitude for Brother Jie's assistance and a sense of shame and anger for being seen in such a disheveled state once again.
A multitude of questions surged in Anthon's mind; the words he wanted to say lingered on the tip of his tongue but ultimately remained unspoken. He knew this was not the time to confront Brother Jie; he needed to calm down and find a strategy to avoid falling into another passive and difficult situation.
With Brother Jie's help, Anthon finally managed to finish getting dressed, but his mood remained heavy. He knew he had to find a way to break free from Brother Jie's control and reclaim his dignity and freedom.
Brother Jie, with a playful smile, casually said, "Oh come on, don't look at me like that..." His tone revealed a hint of frivolity and provocation, as if he were savoring every moment of this game.
Anthon's expression grew serious as he couldn't help but respond angrily, "Alright... about last night... I don't want to discuss it anymore..." His voice carried a sense of helplessness and fatigue, as if he wanted to put an end to this unpleasant experience.
However, just as Anthon was about to continue speaking, Brother Jie suddenly stepped closer to him. This unexpected move made Anthon instinctively retreat but accidentally bump into the wall beside him. At that moment, Brother Jie's face was almost pressed against Anthon's; he slowly extended his hand and pressed his palm against the wall, creating a typical "wall slam" pose that trapped Anthon between himself and the wall.
This action not only restricted Anthon's movement but also made him feel somewhat suffocated. Brother Jie still wore that irritating smile, as if telling Anthon that avoidance was not the way to end this; rather, it was the beginning of a new round of their game.
Anthon's mood suddenly became tense; he could feel the oppressive aura emanating from Brother Jie and his control over the situation. Cornered against the wall, Anthon felt an invisible pressure weighing down on him; his breathing quickened, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears like drums resonating within him.
Faced with Brother Jie's wall slam, Anthon felt powerless; his thoughts were chaotic as he struggled to respond to this sudden situation. He tried to break free from Brother Jie's grip, but it felt as though Brother Jie's strength was unshakeable, leaving him feeling increasingly helpless.
A flush crept onto Anthon's face as he experienced a mix of complex and awkward emotions. He lowered his head in an attempt to avoid Brother Jie's teasing gaze, but when he realized that Brother Jie was still completely undressed with his genitals right in his line of sight, Anthon couldn't help but panic. He hastily lifted his head in search of somewhere else to look but inadvertently collided with Brother Jie's face.
This unexpected collision made Anthon feel even more embarrassed and angry. Unable to contain himself any longer, with fire in his eyes and frustration evident on his face, he exclaimed at Brother Jie, "Stop it already!" His voice was filled with both pleading and anger, wanting to put an end to this series of unbearable awkwardness and violation.
Brother Jie's behavior clearly crossed the line, and Anthon's reaction showed that he had reached his limit with this forced proximity and disrespect for personal space. In this tense and uncomfortable atmosphere, Anthon's anger and resistance demonstrated his insistence on respect and personal boundaries.
However, Brother Jie was not deterred by Anthon's response; instead, he laughed even more triumphantly. His eyes revealed a hint of provocation and mockery, as if declaring his victory over Anthon. This confidence and flippancy only fueled Anthon's anger further, making him feel trapped in an extremely awkward and helpless situation.
Anthon struggled to control his emotions, but the anger and dissatisfaction within him were hard to suppress. He understood that he needed to take action to protect his dignity and personal space, yet he didn't know how to deal with Brother Jie's arrogant attitude. In this emotional tug-of-war, Anthon felt as if he were caught in an inescapable predicament.
Brother Jie's actions suddenly became aggressive; his hand pressed tightly against Anthon's neck, creating a sense of oppression. His face moved closer, and in a low voice whispered in Anthon's ear, "You know... when guys wake up in the morning, there's always a normal physiological phenomenon called... morning wood." His tone carried a hint of deliberate provocation and threat.
Suddenly, Anthon felt something lightly bump against him below; it was Brother Jie deliberately using his physiological state to further invade his personal space. This behavior made Anthon feel extremely uncomfortable; his expression darkened as anger surged within him, yet he maintained a semblance of calm and sharply retorted, "This is far beyond the realm of morning wood, you pervert!" His voice was filled with evident anger and disgust, strongly rejecting Brother Jie's actions.
Anthon struggled to control his emotions, but the feeling of being violated and humiliated made it difficult for him to remain composed. He felt trapped in an extremely dangerous and helpless situation, unable to imagine how he could escape it. Brother Jie's actions had far exceeded his tolerance level, yet he found himself powerless against this dominant and dangerous figure.
In such a predicament, Anthon felt as if he were caught in an inescapable trap. He desperately searched for a glimmer of hope and a way out, but the situation before him filled him with despair and helplessness. Under such pressure, he felt as if he could hardly breathe; each heartbeat felt like a heavy hammer striking at his heart, causing him immense pain and despair.
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