Qiuchi silent

Summary: Can you fucking stop being so downcast?

Xie Qiuchi bit the bullet and wanted to go in, but Mu Zhe had already stood up first, and politely said to the three roommates: "Since Qiuchi is back, I won't bother you, goodbye." After speaking, he came out to help Xie Qiuchi Qiuchi elbowed him and pushed him outside, "Let's go, let's go out, don't disturb your roommate's rest."

Xie Qiuchi was half pushed by him and turned around. After Mu Zhe said that, he walked to the front and ignored him.

Mu Zhe walked very fast, but Xie Qiuchi not only couldn't use the strength in his legs, but also his head was heavy and his body hurt. He just wanted to fall on the ground and sleep soundly, and it was very difficult for him to stumble and follow.

But Mu Zhe didn't mean to wait for him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow.

There was still a gleam of clarity in his mind, he was not interested in thinking about what happened just now, he only thought vaguely—Mu Zhe was angry.

But he had no intention of saying anything.

Say what?

What's there to say?

In Mu Zhe's eyes, he did not attend the appointment - even though he arrived half an hour earlier.

He didn't have an explanation yet - although there was no way to explain it.

But just as he didn't want to dwell on the bullying, he didn't want to tell people why.

Where are there so many whys in the world, why should there be so many whys.

He is already a clown without dignity—especially in front of Mu Zhe, but he still wants to keep the bottom line, and don't point to his wound like a Xianglin wife.

After all, no one would really care about this, it's just a laughing stock.

When Mu Zhe suddenly turned around and grabbed his arm, Xie Qiuchi realized that he had stopped in place at some point - he thought he had been walking.

Mu Zhe yanked him, and pushed him into the car with a somewhat rough action. When he got into the car, the door was closed loudly, and Xie Qiuchi was shocked.

He lowered his head to look at the carpet under his feet - partly because his head was heavy, partly because he didn't want to face anyone for the time being.

Mu Zhe didn't start the car, and sighed first: "Could you fucking stop being so downcast, those who didn't know thought it was you who waited for others for more than three hours."

Xie Qiuchi's fingers trembled: "I'm sorry." Then he closed his mouth again, pursing it into a thin line, showing a little pale stubbornness.

Mu Zhe was a little dumbfounded.

He was really going to explode in anger, he had never encountered such a thing of being released as a pigeon, and he turned off the phone after making more than a dozen calls.Thinking that Xie Qiuchi had an accident, she was worried for a long time, and found out his dormitory number to find him, but when she came back, she was such a drunkard who was dizzy from drinking.

It's just that he is angry, and he still has reason in the end-he can't be like a fool, thinking that Xie Qiuchi will somehow run off to drink and fool around under the premise of an agreement.

Seeing Xie Qiuchi like this now, something must have happened.

only……

Mu Zhe frowned, thinking to himself, what a saw-mouth gourd.

He knocked on the steering wheel: "Seat belt, are you a real dog? You can't do this."

"Yes." Xie Qiuchi replied in a low voice, reaching out to pull the seat belt.

Mu Zhe turned his head slightly to look at him.

Xie Qiuchi was already very cute when he lowered his eyes, but now his cheeks are flushed and his throat is softened by the smell of alcohol. In fact, he is very likable—at least Mu Zhe likes him in this state. dog request.

Tsk, it's a pity that he just seems obedient.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, Mu Zhe returned to the topic just now, and said in a deep voice: "Just apologizing won't work, and I don't like listening to dogs who only know how to apologize all day long. It takes twelve minutes to get to my house from here. You'd better think about it when you enter the door." Two things, one is your explanation, and the other is your punishment."

"Yes, master." Xie Qiuchi closed his eyes and leaned his head gently on the seat, unconsciously picking the leather under his body with his right hand.

Mu Zhe caught sight of it and reprimanded, "Give me some peace of mind!"

Xie Qiuchi was just about to apologize, but fortunately, remembering what Mu Zhe said just now, he just took his hands back, held them together, and gently pinched one hand into the palm of his hand.

His head hurt so much that he needed other pains to distract him.

While pinching himself, he tried hard to think about the second thing Mu Zhe said.

In fact, this kind of self-determined punishment is the most tortured person.

The master decides the punishment, and as a dog, he just needs to endure it, but if he wants to think about it himself, it will be a pain on both ends - he is afraid that he will not be able to bear it if he thinks too much, and he is afraid that the master will get angry if he thinks too lightly.

While struggling, Xie Qiuchi couldn't bear the chaos in his mind, and he couldn't hold on to that glimmer of clarity in the end.

He was startled when Mu Zhe slapped him awake, almost jumped up from his seat, and then felt sick, he pushed Mu Zhe away and bent over to vomit.

He retched for a while, but didn't spit out anything, but Mu Zhe was pushed staggeringly by him.

Xie Qiuchi finally realized what he had done, and immediately lost his composure, and looked at Mu Zhe with some panic: "Master..."

Mu Zhe waved his hand: "We're here, get out of the car first." He hesitated, "Are you standing still?"

Xie Qiuchi gritted his teeth: "Stand firm."

In fact, he couldn't even see the road clearly. He held the car for a few seconds before he caught his breath. He realized that Mu Zhe had slowed down and waited for him, and felt a little guilty.

It would be better for him if Mu Zhe wanted to get angry with him directly, but even though he had a bad attitude, he cared about his situation everywhere.His heart was stuffed like a balloon of some size, and it was uncomfortably stuffed.

After entering the room, Xie Qiuchi stood at the door, remembered Mu Zhe's request, and took off his clothes. When he was about to kneel down, Mu Zhe raised his chin at him: "Kneel down to the sofa."

Xie Qiuchi nodded obediently, walked over and knelt beside the sofa.When he knelt down, he realized that he had no strength. The sofa in Mu Zhe's house was very soft, which didn't suit his style very well. It made people want to plunge into it and sleep comfortably.

After Mu Zhe asked him to kneel down, he went into the kitchen alone. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't dare to move, but kept his kneeling position with his hands on the ground, reciting the book in his heart.

Mu Zhe finally came out when he had forgotten where he was reciting. Xie Qiuchi lowered his head, only seeing his trousers and shoes, he walked up to him before stopping, and then put a glass in front of him the ground.

The glass was actually filled with milk, and it was steaming, Mu Zhe's voice fell from a height to the ground: "Drink it."

Xie Qiuchi was taken aback.

He knew that milk can soothe the hangover, but he really didn't expect that Mu Zhe went to warm the milk for him.

Mu Zhe saw him staring at the milk in a daze, and said "tsk", "Can't you understand people's language?"

Xie Qiuchi blinked: "Master, can a bitch use his hands?"

The cup was so tall and narrow that it was obviously impossible to lick it with your tongue.But he still felt that he had to ask to feel at ease - he had made enough mistakes today, and he really didn't want to make any more mistakes.

Mu Zhe laughed when he asked, "You can stick out your dog's tongue so long."

Xie Qiuchi took a sip from his cup.

The hot milk flowed into his stomach, and he immediately felt better. He held the cup and drank it one after another. When he finished drinking, the tip of his nose was sweating a little. He kowtowed to Mu Zhe while resisting dizziness: "Thank you master, bitch, go now Wash the cups?"

"I raise a dog, not a part-time worker." Mu Zhe took the cup, and his tone sank, "Listen to the first one first."

Xie Qiuchi fell silent.

His forehead was on the ground, and Mu Zhe could only see the hair on his head and his fingers grabbing the carpet hair.

It wasn't until Mu Zhe stretched out his foot to kick him impatiently that he squeezed out a few words: "Master, please punish the bitch."

Mu Zhe said coldly: "When did I give you the right to bargain with me?"

Xie Qiuchi shrank his shoulders and repeated: "Master, please punish the cheap dog."

Mu Zhe kicked him over, put the cup in his hand on the coffee table with a "bang", and smiled angrily: "Okay, then finish the second item first, I just told you to think, you Have you figured it out?"

"The cheap dog gets the whip," Xie Qiuchi got up and knelt down again, then paused, "Fifty whips."

Mu Zhe's gaze pierced him like a sword, and he couldn't help holding his breath. The next second, Mu Zhe suddenly grabbed his hair and dragged him forward.

Xie Qiuchi was in pain, and couldn't help but staggered forward following Mu Zhe's strength.

Mu Zhe's men probably didn't have any strength left. As an adult man, he was dragged for several steps abruptly, feeling his scalp was ripped off. After holding on for a while, he finally couldn't help begging for mercy intermittently.

Mu Zhe didn't say a word, and didn't care whether his posture could keep up or not. He kept dragging him upstairs like that. Xie Qiuchi stumbled on the stairs several times, which hurt him a lot. When he opened the door, he suddenly forgot the pain.

When he came last time, he only stayed in the living room, and he was still thinking about where Mu Zhe used to train his slaves. When he saw the scene in the door that Mu Zhe opened, he was breathless.

Looking around, the room is fully equipped with all the training tools he can think of, and there are some weird ones that he doesn't know what to use them for.

The most conspicuous thing is a double-opening glass cabinet, in which there are all kinds of whips, scattered whips, snake whips, long whips and short whips... There are also all kinds of hand clapping, which makes people dazzled.

Mu Zhe pushed Xie Qiuchi inside: "Kneel down."

After such a journey, his anger seemed to calm down, and his voice was very calm, as if it was no different from usual.

Xie Qiuchi knelt down enduring the pain, crossed the back of his hands behind his back, and straightened his back.

My scalp hurts like a burning fire, and my body also hurts. I knocked all the way, and it may turn blue tomorrow.

But when I thought about what would happen next, I felt that what happened just now was nothing more than a trifle.

Still dizzy and want to vomit.

It would be nice to have another glass of milk.

Xie Qiuchi thought silently, but he knew it was impossible.

Mu Zhe looks fierce, but he is actually very careful. It may be because of this contrast that people feel flattered by the way he takes care of people—not to mention that they are still in the relationship of master and slave.

He has seen this from the last time, otherwise with his character, he would not contact Mu Zhe again.

He knew that Mu Zhe must still be angry, the more he knew, the more guilty he felt.

He is probably the most useless slave, not only is he a novice, but he also made his master so angry after the second training.

but……

I don't want to speak.

Prefer not to say.

Don't want him to know.

Don't want anyone to know.

Mu Zhe stood behind him, told him to kneel down and didn't speak again.

Xie Qiuchi stared at the cabinet, thinking for a while that a strong wind would blow all these things away, and for a while he wanted to let Mu Zhe beat him to vent his anger.

After a long time, he suddenly realized his thoughts and was taken aback.

He didn't like pain, and was instinctively afraid of the whip, but he suddenly found that if it could calm Mu Zhe, it would not be so unacceptable.

Xie Qiuchi lowered his eyes to look at the ground, and said softly, "Master, you should hit the bitch."

"Didn't I tell you that my whip is pretty good?" Mu Zhe stepped on his head to force him to kneel down, and finally said, "I'll break it in half for you, 25 whips."

Xie Qiuchi's heart skipped a beat.

"You don't need to report the number, but you can call, and you are not allowed to hide. Every time you hide, you get a whip."

Mu Zhe went over to open the cabinet and chose a short leather whip.

A short whip is actually more painful than a long whip - he just wants to make Xie Qiuchi hurt today.

Xie Qiuchi pressed his forehead to the ground, and couldn't see what kind of whip Mu Zhe was holding, but he could hear the sharp sound of the wind piercing the air when Mu Zhe tried the whip, and couldn't help shaking slightly.

"Repeat what I just said."

"Back to the master, the cheap dog can bark, but can't hide, every time you hide, you get a whip."

"Very good." Mu Zhe bent the whip for a while and let it bounce off, then swung the whip violently.

The first whip landed on Xie Qiuchi's buttocks, and the whip licked across the buttocks like fire, leaving a rapidly reddening mark, which swelled up in just two seconds.

Xie Qiuchi screamed out of nowhere, his fingers suddenly tightened and then quickly released on the carpet, like an electric shock.

Unmoved, Mu Zhe continued to raise his whip.

His speed has always been unhurried, and he waits five seconds each time before hitting the next whip, and the landing point is not fixed, sometimes it is precisely stacked on the position of the previous whip, and sometimes it suddenly changes to an unexpected corner, so every time The pain of a whip was magnified to the extreme.

By the time of the tenth whip, Xie Qiuchi's voice was already hoarse, tears and sweat dripped down his forehead, and it was as hot as the place behind him where he was beaten.

Mu Zhe pinched the whip slightly and stopped.

Xie Qiuchi's body temperature was still on the tip of the whip, and the leather whip felt warm to the touch.

Xie Qiuchi sobbed softly, but except for the first scratch on the carpet, he really didn't move again.

Mu Zhe silently looked at the red marks on his shoulders, back, and buttocks.He controlled his strength very well without breaking the skin, but he used the most painful style of play.

"There are still fifteen whips, do you have anything to say?"

"...I'm sorry...Master." Xie Qiuchi said hoarsely.

"Fuck!" Mu Zhe cursed fiercely.

The next whip was whipped between the buttocks, and it slid from top to bottom, Xie Qiuchi's voice changed, and he convulsed like a fish landed on the beach.

Another whip fell on the inner part of Xie Qiuchi's separated thighs, then his waist, raised buttocks, and tense muscles...

The whip in Mu Zhe's hand seemed to come to life, the angle of the strike was very tricky, but it seemed to be slightly different from the previous one, the whip slipped away on the skin, leaving only an abrupt lift An abrupt ending.

At the last blow of the whip, Xie Qiuchi's scream was also raised, it was so soft that it didn't sound like it was made by pain, but rather...

It's like groaning ambiguously on the bed.

Xie Qiuchi trembled in pain, and his ears turned red.

Mu Zhe threw the whip to the ground with a "bang" and said, "Hold it."

Xie Qiuchi crawled over and obediently bit the handle of the whip.

The handle of the whip had been held by Mu Zhe for a long time, soaked by his temperature, Xie Qiuchi seemed to be able to feel the heat from Mu Zhe's body, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Mu Zhe slapped him angrily: "It's just what you want without talking, right?!"

Xie Qiuchi lowered his head embarrassingly, but just happened to see his genitals which had been erected upright at some point, raised his head hastily as if being pricked by a needle.

Seeing it, Mu Zhe laughed muffledly, and said sarcastically, "Where did you come from? How come you're still having sex after being punished?"

Xie Qiuchi subconsciously bit down on the handle of the whip, and his teeth hurt a little from the knock.

Mu Zhe saw it, and went up to grab the whip to signal him to let go.

Xie Qiuchi opened his mouth and let Mu Zhe pull the whip out, but unexpectedly, Mu Zhe stuffed the handle of the whip in with his backhand, and stabbed him in the mouth.

Xie Qiuchi opened his mouth blankly.

"Swallow it in," Mu Zhe instructed impatiently, "Lick it well."

Only then did Xie Qiuchi understand what Mu Zhe meant.

The handle of the whip was a bit thick, almost filling Xie Qiuchi's mouth with no room left.

He tried his best to turn his tongue to lick the wet whip handle, but Mu Zhe teased him, shaking the whip handle left and right, and twitched it from time to time, making him stick out his tongue to reach it.

Xie Qiuchi climbed two steps forward and put the handle of the whip into his mouth. Mu Zhe stepped on his hand, rolled it and let it go: "Pick up the butt a little bit higher to expose the dog's hole."

Xie Qiuchi slumped down, and just as he raised his butt, Mu Zhe slapped him.

The buttocks were spanked several times just now, Mu Zhe couldn't help but yelled vaguely as soon as Xie Qiuchi was spanked.

Mu Zhe pulled out the handle of the whip that Xie Qiuchi had licked until it was wet, and pressed it on Xie Qiuchi's back acupuncture point.

But even though it has been licked wet, the handle of the whip is still thicker. Mu Zhe failed to poke it in a few times, so he patted Xie Qiuchi's buttocks: "Break it yourself, master, I will give you a tail." .”

Xie Qiuchi's face was burning badly, as if the smell of alcohol hadn't subsided, he propped his shoulders on the ground, stretched his hands behind and opened his buttocks as he said.

Mu Zhe spit again and wiped it on Xie Qiuchi's back hole, and then inserted the handle of the whip completely.

"Look for yourself, does it look good?"

Xie Qiuchi turned his head and took a quick glance, then turned back, and said in a low voice, "It looks good. Thank you, Master."

Mu Zhe kicked him: "Thank you if you don't wag your tail?"

Xie Qiuchi had no choice but to shake his butt, and the whip that was dragged on the ground also swung twice, which moved the whip handle in his body, and the genitals under his body dripped all over the ground.

Mu Zhe tapped the ground with the tip of his shoe: "The ground is dirty by your water."

"The cheap dog will lick it clean right away." Xie Qiuchi leaned over and licked the ground clean, with Mu Zhe's shoes next to his nose, he couldn't help showing a longing expression.

But Mu Zhe didn't let him lick it, he put his feet away and walked out, and when he reached the door, he saw that he was still in place, and said impatiently, "What the hell are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and follow."

Xie Qiuchi couldn't hide his disappointment and followed Mu Zhe downstairs, keeping his eyes on Mu Zhe's shoes.

When he went downstairs, the whip dragged on the ground, and the frictional movement could always be transmitted to the handle of the whip. He could feel the presence of this "new tail" all the time, and the water was running all the way.