SGT CH142: Tortured Shadow One every night

◎ Shadow One was covered in injuries, but his mouth could still be used ◎

Mousse ground his teeth hatefully, wanting to take a bite out of Shadow One and leave a mark deep enough for him.

But facing Shadow One’s body full of injuries, he couldn’t bear to be cruel or take a bite.

In the end, he only held him in his mouth and bit him until he was red and swollen, sparing him just before Shadow One completely woke up.

Shadow One’s breathing was slightly chaotic, his brows slightly furrowed, showing signs of awakening, but he hadn’t woken up yet.

It wasn’t that Shadow One was too lax or not sharp enough.

It was because Shadow One had taken care of him for more than ten years, and had shared a bed with him for many years, so he was too familiar with his scent to raise any guard.

Mousse tiptoed over Shadow One.

As the ruler of a country, crawling over someone was detrimental to his dignity.

But Shadow One hadn’t woken up yet, and the light screen was dim, so no one knew he had done something so damaging to his image.

Mousse took the lantern that had long since gone out and left the room.

As his aura gradually disappeared from the room, the frown on the person on the bed deepened.

Like a person about to suffocate losing the air they relied on for survival, struggling desperately in the suffocation of impending death.

After a moment, Shadow One sat up abruptly, gasping for breath.

He faintly smelled the incense on his master.

But it was too faint, so faint it seemed like an illusion he had imagined.

Master was not by his side.

Of course not.

Everything was just his imagination.

Shadow One buried his face in his palms, unwilling to face it.

Suddenly, he thought of something and quickly turned his head to look at the pillow side.

Master’s inner garment was not in its original place.

Shadow One’s gaze became panicked in an instant.

According to the foreshadowing in the dream, the inner garment should be under the quilt, held in his arms.

Shadow One quickly lifted the quilt, but there was still nothing.

Of course not, how could reality be consistent with dreams.

Shadow One became more and more panicked, looking around.

Finally, he saw the piled-up white inner garment on the inner side of the bed.

Shadow One didn’t have time to think about how the inner garment got to the inner side, he hurriedly leaned over, picked up the clothes, and hugged them tightly in his arms.

He buried his face in the thin fabric and took a deep breath before he came back to life.

His brain also gradually cleared, and his stiff thinking was able to operate.

He soon discovered something wrong with his physical condition.

It was too sticky inside his trousers, and his chest felt wrong too.

Shadow One lowered his head and saw the redness and swelling where the bandages didn’t cover.

His expression instantly became extremely embarrassed.

He not only desecrated his master in his dream.

But also turned himself into this unbearable state without his master’s permission.

Shadow One bit his lip hard.

Almost wanted to die right there.

·

Mousse was afraid that Shadow One would be too nervous around him to recuperate properly, so he didn’t let Shadow One come over again.

He only instructed Li Defu to deliver meals on time and not to be negligent.

Then he sent a few bottles of good medicine for trauma from the storeroom and asked the imperial physician to change the medicine once a day.

If Shadow One had any other needs, they should be fully met.

During the day, Mousse handled state affairs seriously, restraining himself from affecting Shadow One again.

Until night, tossing and turning unable to sleep, he couldn’t help but pick up the lantern and go to Shadow One’s room.

Shadow One leaned on the bed as always, and seeing him come by moonlight, he looked unsurprised.

Even slightly cold.

If Shadow One’s gaze hadn’t been following him closely all the time, Mousse would have thought Shadow One didn’t want to see him.

He put the lantern on the shelf, came to the bedside, and sat knee-to-knee with Shadow One.

“Are the injuries better?” Mousse asked.

Shadow One nodded silently.

Mousse glanced at the value on the light screen, unchanged.

If Shadow One’s injuries improved, the Scum Gong Value should change.

“Let me see.”

As Mousse spoke, he reached out to undo Shadow One’s clothes.

Shadow One paused, then raised his hand to cover his hand.

This was a gesture with a slight meaning of rejection.

Mousse was surprised.

Shadow One had never rejected him before, this was the first time.

“What’s wrong? Can’t even let me see the wounds?”

Even though a turbulent sea was already surging in his heart, Mousse forced himself to remain calm and asked in a half-joking tone.

Shadow One lowered his head, daring not look into the Emperor’s eyes, and said reluctantly: “Can’t, can’t do that kind of thing.”

Mousse raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t intend to do anything, Shadow One was still injured, he wouldn’t go so far as to lay hands on an injured person.

But his not touching Shadow One was one thing.

Shadow One rejecting him was another.

Mousse twitched the corner of his mouth, not angry yet, and even patiently asked:

“Why not? Weren’t you very active last night?”

Hearing the person in front of him mention last night, Shadow One’s expression became even worse.

Insisted: “No, I can only serve Master.”

Mousse’s expression looked ferocious for a moment.

“What did you say?!”

He grabbed Shadow One’s collar, leaned close, and questioned sternly:

“Am I not your master?”

Shadow One’s lowered eyelashes trembled, and he spoke slowly:

“Yes, but also… no.”

Dreams and reality were different after all.

He couldn’t indulge in absurd fantasies.

Couldn’t desecrate Master with his dirty thoughts.

Yes, but also no…

Hearing the words Shadow One uttered, Mousse grabbed Shadow One’s collar tighter, his hand trembling from excessive force.

Was the nominal master.

But not the master he truly wanted to follow.

Even though Mousse knew long ago that the master Shadow One truly favored was the Second Prince.

But hearing Shadow One admit it with his own ears still made him furious.

“Heh…”

He laughed sarcastically.

Not sure if mocking Shadow One or mocking himself.

He stared at the person in front of him who lowered his eyes and refused to look at his face, raised his hand to grab his chin, forcing him to look up, his voice cold and gloomy.

“That master you keep thinking about won’t come to see you.”

He died long ago.

His bones crushed and ashes scattered by him.

“You only have me.” Mousse emphasized coldly.

Shadow One’s eyes trembled.

Of course he knew Master wouldn’t come.

Even the phantom appeared very rarely.

Heavy sadness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Shadow One stared at the lifelike, unparalleled bright Master in front of him, feeling more and more sad.

“What kind of expression is that?!”

Mousse became even angrier.

“You want to cry for him? That guy… he doesn’t acknowledge you at all!”

Dead people can’t open their mouths to acknowledge.

“Is not your master at all!”

“I beg you… don’t say anymore.”

They were too close, Shadow One just leaned forward slightly and rested his head on his shoulder.

Looking rare and fragile.

And clinging like holding onto the last straw.

Even if it was just an illusory straw.

Mousse had never seen Shadow One so fragile and helpless.

Even during the time when he humiliated Shadow One in every way, Shadow One’s eyes were bright.

He was never completely destroyed by him.

But just mentioning that person made Shadow One sad and desperate like this.

Mousse slowly raised his hand, stroked Shadow One’s head, and whispered:

“Be good and follow me, don’t think about him anymore.”

Hearing this, Shadow One buried in his shoulder shook his head firmly.

The anger that had been suppressed with difficulty due to heartache rose again.

Mousse choked Shadow One’s neck and pressed him onto the couch.

Lifted the hem of his clothes, pressed onto him, and said sternly:

“It seems I have to make you remember properly whose person you are!”

Shadow One was covered in injuries.

If he tortured him like usual, it would definitely be very tragic.

The main task the light screen gave him was to treat Shadow One.

He couldn’t let Shadow One’s injuries worsen.

If the body couldn’t be tortured, it was fine, Shadow One’s mouth could still be used.

Mousse’s fingers stroked Shadow One’s lips, crushing them scarlet.

“Really an annoying mouth.”

Nothing said was pleasant to hear.

Better not talk.

Use it to eat him.

Shadow One’s eyes trembled.

Master never liked him making sounds.

When he first became Master’s dog, he didn’t quite understand what to do.

Just knelt quietly, accepted everything Master gave, biting his lip without making a sound.

Master found it boring, turned his face, and made him cry out.

He tried to cry out.

Master heard it, stopped moving, and was quiet for a long time.

After a long while, he said to him in a cold voice:

“Don’t cry out anymore in the future.”

Since then, he never cried out again.

Even when Master made him feel so good he almost collapsed, he gritted his teeth and endured the sound about to break through his throat.

Endured until his whole body trembled and he sweated profusely, never making a sound.

Master didn’t like his voice.

The phantom of Master in his imagination still didn’t like his voice.

Fortunately, it was not that unbearable when facing the phantom.

The phantom Master blocked his mouth very tightly, he tried his best to suppress himself, constantly worried about making sounds that displeased Master.

Only, he desecrated Master in the dream again.

Shadow One’s lowered eyelashes trembled, hating his wishful thinking extremely in his heart, but unable to let go no matter what.

Mousse thought treating Shadow One like this would trigger warnings from the light screen and skyrocketing Scum Gong Value.

But strangely, the Scum Gong Value showed no signs of rising.

Even after he slept holding Shadow One for a few nights, it dropped a few points.

Mousse was baffled.

But since there was no danger to life, he naturally wouldn’t let Shadow One go.

Shadow One didn’t sleep every night, thinking about that “master” he desperately wanted to follow but could never become.

In order not to give Shadow One a chance to think about that dead ghost, Mousse went to his room every night, making him remember deeply from body to heart who he belonged to.

Shadow One also went from slight resistance and faint struggle at the beginning to submission like giving up on himself later.

Now, when he entered Shadow One’s room, he didn’t need to say anything, Shadow One would come up to serve him himself.

Only occasionally, when Mousse lifted Shadow One’s chin and made him look up, he still saw the hidden disgust in his eyes.

Heh.

Mousse snorted coldly in his heart, even less willing to let Shadow One go.

Continued to torture his mouth and throat.

Every time after torture, Shadow One slept very soundly.

His arm was always protectively draped over him.

Occasionally, he would unconsciously get close to him and sniff his hair.

Like some large dog confirming the scent.

Then he would hug him and sleep even more soundly.

Such days passed for a month.

The head of the Imperial Hospital came to report to him.

Shadow One’s injuries were mostly healed, and the bandages could be completely removed.

Mousse went to Shadow One’s room during the day for the first time.

Watching the imperial physician remove the bandages for Shadow One.

Shadow One took off his upper garment and sat on the couch. He only glanced at him when he entered the room. After trying to get up to salute and being stopped by him, he sat with his head bowed, daring not look at him again.

Mousse stepped forward.

Noticed Shadow One became extremely stiff due to his approach.

Even calmly tilted to the side, trying to avoid him.

“What are you hiding for?”

Mousse was displeased.

Was there any part of Shadow One’s body he hadn’t seen?

Just haven’t seen the wounds under the bandages.

Mousse looked at the plain white bandages on Shadow One.

As soon as his gaze fell, Shadow One raised his hand and stiffly covered it.

Heh.

Mousse sneered in his heart. There was nothing he wanted to see that he couldn’t see.

He raised his hand, signaling the imperial physician and the palace servants waiting in the hall to leave.

Then he walked to the bedside, looked down at Shadow One’s hand protecting the bandages on his chest, and pushed it away with the paper fan in his hand.

“Take your hand away, not allowed to cover.”

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