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Brother Jie leaned closer to Anthon's face, his breath creating a warm gust against Anthon's ear, lightly teasing Anthon's sensitive nerves and causing a tingling sensation. A hint of mischief sparkled in Brother Jie's eyes as he extended his tongue and gently licked Anthon's earlobe. The wet warmth instantly made Anthon shiver, goosebumps spreading across his body.
Brother Jie pressed further, slowly sliding his hands over Anthon's neck, his fingertips teasingly applying pressure, making Anthon's breath quicken. His fingers lightly caressed Anthon's collarbone before gradually moving downward, gliding over Anthon's chest and sending electric sensations coursing through him.
"You are quite interesting, Anthon," Brother Jie whispered, his tone laced with mockery and provocation. His voice was deep and magnetic, like a deadly temptation that drew Anthon in with an irresistible allure.
Inside, Anthon struggled; on one hand, he felt extreme discomfort and disgust at such intimate actions; on the other hand, his body could not ignore the stimulation brought by the teasing. He clenched his teeth, trying to control his reactions, but Brother Jie's movements grew increasingly bold.
Brother Jie's fingers roamed over Anthon's chest before gently pinching Anthon's nipple, applying slight pressure that made Anthon involuntarily let out a low moan. This sound only fueled Anthon's anger; he felt like a toy being played with, unable to endure such humiliation.
Suddenly, Brother Jie's lips pressed softly against Anthon's neck, beginning to nibble gently and leaving a trail of red marks. This action completely infuriated Anthon; he forcefully pushed Brother Jie away, his face filled with anger and disgust as he shouted, "Stop playing with me!" His voice was filled with resistance and unwillingness as he glared at Brother Jie, trying to make him understand his boundaries and determination.
In that moment, Anthon's anger was not only a protest against Brother Jie's actions but also a defense of his own dignity. He refused to be controlled or violated any longer and was determined to fight back and resist, no longer allowing himself to be manipulated. Anthon's chest heaved violently as determination flickered in his eyes. He knew that no matter what provocation or threat he faced, he had to defend his dignity and would not back down.
What Anthon displayed in his furious actions was not just resistance against Brother Jie's behavior but also a deeper struggle and conflict within himself. Faced with Brother Jie—both wicked and domineering—Anthon found his emotions complex and difficult to untangle. He had to admit that although he despised Brother Jie's actions, for some reason, Brother Jie always managed to inadvertently stir his desires, leaving him feeling ashamed and powerless.
Every move Brother Jie made and every word he spoke ignited the long-suppressed flames of desire within Anthon. This left him feeling extremely conflicted: on one hand, he felt anger and repulsion towards Brother Jie's brutality and aggression; on the other hand, he could not ignore the stimulation and longing brought by Brother Jie. This conflicting emotion felt like an invisible chain tightly binding Anthon, making it impossible for him to escape.
Deep within Anthon's heart, this contradiction and struggle were even more painful. Whenever Brother Jie drew near, he could feel the defenses of his rationality crumbling bit by bit. He did not want to admit that he responded to the attraction towards Brother Jie, but each contact felt like igniting forbidden flames that threatened his reason and self-control. The shame and powerlessness within him grew stronger, prompting him to question why he felt such complex emotions towards someone like Brother Jie.
At that moment, Brother Jie stood naked before him, seemingly seeing through Anthon's inner thoughts with his deep gaze. Noticing Anthon's wavering resolve and struggle, a smirk crept onto Brother Jie's lips—a smile tinged with self-awareness and a sense of contemptuous victory. This reaction from Brother Jie was undoubtedly another provocation against Anthon's psychological defenses; it reflected both confidence in his own charm and profound insight into Anthon's resistance yet wavering stance.
Anthon struggled internally; he clearly knew he should not be swayed by such feelings, yet every time he looked into Brother Jie's deep and teasing eyes, he felt trapped. His heart raced, breaths quickened as desire and fear intertwined deep within him, leaving him in unprecedented confusion and contradiction.
He had to admit that this inner conflict made him even more determined to cut off all ties with Brother Jie. It was not only to protect himself from harm but also out of fear that he would eventually fall helplessly into the trap. He was unwilling to acknowledge any response to his attraction to Brother Jie, yet the truth was that every encounter left him feeling an irresistible temptation.
"You enjoy it, don't you, Anthon?" Brother Jie's voice was deep and magnetic, like a deadly allure, carrying an undeniable provocation. Anthon's internal struggle intensified; he did not want to be troubled by such emotions any longer, but faced with Brother Jie's taunt, he found it impossible to fully control his reactions.
Just as Anthon gathered all his courage to shout at Brother Jie, Brother Jie's voice suddenly interjected with a calmness and depth that was entirely different. "Anthon... do you also avoid Haohao like this? I can see it... the desire burning within you... if that fire is not extinguished... it will eventually consume you." His words carried a profound insight, as if he could see through Anthon's most secret thoughts and feelings.
Brother Jie's expression suddenly turned somewhat indifferent; his gaze no longer held the previous teasing or mockery but instead bore a hint of detached understanding, as if he had already experienced all the pain and struggles. This shift took Anthon by surprise; what he thought would be a counterattack suddenly felt powerless and pale in the face of such unexpected wisdom.
Anthon's voice caught in his throat, leaving him momentarily speechless. Brother Jie's words not only touched on his feelings for Haohao but also deeply resonated with fears and desires within himself that he had never confronted. In that moment, Anthon felt an unprecedented sense of isolation, and his understanding of Brother Jie gained new depth and complexity.
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