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Pig's Feet's hands were smeared with Da Shewan's DNA, trembling slightly as a flicker of disgust and helplessness crossed his eyes. Da Shewan glared at him fiercely, growling, "Eat it! Hurry up, you idiot!"
Filled with humiliation and pain, Pig's Feet had consumed this repulsive substance countless times before, each instance making him feel even more degraded. Faced with Da Shewan's loveless demeanor, he found himself feeling a strange sense of aversion and resistance deep within, a feeling that left him in turmoil.
However, the oppressive force of Da Shewan left him no room for defiance. He could only silently bring his hand to his mouth, despair and humiliation flooding his heart. Closing his eyes, he forced himself not to taste the nauseating flavor, the inner agony crashing over him like waves.
"Hurry up!" Da Shewan's voice rang out again, filled with impatience and menace.
Taking a deep breath, Pig's Feet struggled to calm himself before swallowing the liquid on his hand. Tears glistened in his eyes, but he knew he had no choice but to endure it all in silence. His heart was a battleground of contradictions and suffering, yet before Da Shewan, he could only suppress these emotions and display obedience and submission.
Watching Pig's Feet's actions, a satisfied smile crept onto Da Shewan's face. He relished the feeling of complete control over another person; this power and dominance brought him immense joy and satisfaction.
"Good. Remember that you belong to me," Da Shewan said coldly, his tone laced with threat and possessiveness.
Pig's Feet stifled his inner pain and nodded, too afraid to say anything further. He understood that he was powerless against Da Shewan; any dissatisfaction or resistance would only lead to greater suffering. He could only silently bear it all, continuing this journey filled with anguish and contradiction.
The atmosphere in the car grew exceptionally oppressive and heavy. Haohao remained asleep, oblivious to everything happening around him. The pathological love and twisted emotions between Da Shewan and Pig's Feet felt like an inescapable nightmare, deeply etched into their hearts.
As Da Shewan's breathing gradually calmed down, Pig's Feet quietly withdrew his hand, overwhelmed by humiliation and helplessness. He realized that this toxic love had ensnared him completely.
Not long after the stimulation had subsided, Da Shewan fell into a deep sleep, indifferent to everything around him like a callous man after a one-night stand. Pig's Feet silently observed Da Shewan as he slept, filled with complex emotions. The car was permeated with Da Shewan's scent—a unique blend of sweat and the passion from earlier—familiar yet heart-wrenching.
This familiar scent quickened Pig's Feet's heartbeat, sending waves of heat coursing through him as if electric currents were stimulating his nerves. For a moment, he found himself responding physically. Confronted with this well-known aroma, his body instinctively reacted as if it were another night filled with pleasure. Pig's Feet’s breathing became rapid; his chest rose and fell violently as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from the strain.
He stared at Da Shewan's sleeping face, a wave of conflicting emotions surging within him. Da Shewan slept so deeply and carefree, as if there were no problems between them, as if the intense and pathological feelings from earlier had never existed. Pig's Feet's gaze grew more complex, filled with deep affection and desire for Da Shewan, alongside a loathing and pain for his own reaction.
Countless nights they had spent together flashed through Pig's Feet's mind—nights filled with suffering and humiliation, yet he found himself irresistibly drawn to this twisted relationship. He remembered how Da Shewan possessed him, how he made him struggle between pleasure and pain; that extreme ecstasy and humiliation left him trembling, impossible to forget.
He felt every cell in his body yearning for that sensation, craving to be completely possessed by Da Shewan again. Deep down, he knew this love was wrong, pathological even, yet he could not escape this desire. Driven by instinct, Pig's Feet felt his pants tightening, a mix of anticipation and fear swelling within him.
He struggled to calm himself; he knew this was not the time to indulge in such emotions. There was a mission at hand, and he needed to remain alert and focused. However, the familiar scent and memories crept in like poison, slowly eroding his sanity, making it impossible to fully break free from this pathological attachment.
Looking at Da Shewan caused a sharp pain in his heart. He realized that his love for Da Shewan had become uncontrollable; this affection was like a sharp blade piercing deep into his heart, trapping him in a cycle of pain and pleasure.
Pig's Feet wrestled internally, trying to find a glimmer of rationality. Yet every time he inhaled that familiar scent and saw Da Shewan's sleeping form, his reason washed away like sand. The atmosphere in the car grew unusually oppressive and heavy; every moment felt like an agonizing ordeal.
His thoughts were a tangled mess; he didn't know how to face these twisted emotions and pathological love. He could only silently endure it all, filled with helplessness and despair.
Unbeknownst to Pig's Feet, one of the two people in the back seat had quietly awakened and inadvertently overheard everything that had just transpired. Anthon struggled to keep his eyes closed naturally, trying not to let anyone realize he was awake. His nostrils were filled with Da Shewan's scent, the heavy aroma making him feel nauseous and uneasy.
Anthon was overwhelmed with thousands of questions; confusion and shock intertwined in his mind. He couldn't understand why the relationship between Da Shewan and Pig's Feet was so twisted and pathological, nor did he know what Da Shewan intended to do with Haohao. The nauseating dialogue and actions left him feeling extremely anxious and fearful.
He tried to remain calm, pretending to still be asleep while his heart raced uncontrollably. He feared being discovered even more than the uncertainty of what might happen next. Da Shewan’s possessive words and Pig's Feet’s submission sent chills down his spine; this bizarre atmosphere made it impossible for him to settle down.
Anthon’s thoughts were in chaos; he began to doubt whether this trip to the south was truly just a simple culinary project or if there were deeper conspiracies at play. He recalled Haohao’s innocence and trust, filling him with worry and a protective instinct. He knew he had to stay vigilant, ready to respond to whatever might happen next.
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