Night With A Beast

Chapter 8

"What are you doing standing there?"

Only Chanin walked in, knelt down, kneeled before him, his hands raised, and held the belts tied together, without letting Run order again, as if he knew his duty, while the other party lit a new cigarette. Watch the performance before going to bed, just like every day.

But it was strange today that Chanin didn't take off his clothes so quickly, and then got things done as quickly as usual, reaching into his belt, then holding it down, his expression looking thoughtful and no eye contact, until Ranin noticed the abnormality.

"I have something to say."

Of course, he had a good intuition and had been dealing with different people almost all his life, and it was clear from his manners that he wanted to bargain with him.

"Speak quickly before I change my mind and won't let you speak. Will I agree to your terms?"

Then Channing looked up and stared into his eyes. He knew Lane was going to play a game with him, but before the game got harder, he said something first.

"If I can go and see my mother?"

When the silence was over, Lane held up his cigarette, stuffed it into his lungs, spit out a puff of white smoke, and continued.

"Yes."

Chanin couldn't believe what he heard. No. . . He didn't believe Run would be so receptive.

"But on one condition."

Yes, will someone like Run give him anything? If there is no exchange, but in any case, it is better than being rejected.

"What are the conditions?"

Without telling me immediately, Lane stuffed cigarettes into his lungs again, and then stuffed the filter cartridge into the ceramic ashtray. He got up, grabbed the cardboard bag on the bed, threw it at the young man, and then sat where he was.

"What is this?"

Chanin accepted his hand, but Ran nodded to him.

"Open it."

He held back when he saw a rectangular box with Japanese letters on it, and his expression was sudden.

"What does that mean?"

"Let me see, I'll get you out of the house," Lane said unabashedly.

Chanin clenched his hand, breathless, only to make him take himself seriously and use "this thing."

That's too much!

Although I know that Run will do more harm to him one day, so I have prepared myself psychologically, but when it comes to reality, he can't accept it. Is this insulted enough dignity?

"I refuse." Chanin put the paper bag on the table.

[The dildo (dildo) is a device used for s****l activity, made of materials such as silicone or rubber and available in a variety of sizes and shapes.]Lane shrugged his eyebrows, as if he couldn't help it. He reached for the bag, took out its contents, and opened the box before the black silicone dildo appeared in front of him. It was this that reminded Chanin of his expression.

"Just put it in and show me how hard it is." Say dildo.

The black rubber rod swayed and buzzed back and forth, making Chanin's last patience disappear. It took him a lot of effort to control his voice normally.

"I think it's too much."

This means that too many actions make him lose patience. But that's exactly what Lan wanted.

... . Make Chanin unbearable, persecuted, defiled with dignity, little by little without good things.

"Too much. Just put it in and you'll put it in."

He tapped a slender fingertip on the tip of the silicone rod and rotated it gently around it. His eyes also noticed Chanin's expression. There was a smile in his throat when he saw her red face in anger, but still in a steady position.

"I will give you a chance to think back to a night and choose to stuff this in, otherwise you will never see your mother for the rest of your life."

With that, he threw the silicone stick in his face. Chanin turned quickly. The s*x toy hit him on the cheek and then fell to the ground. It still trembled, as his body trembled in rage, before he could not contain his emotions. Rand has cut it out.

"You can go back and make a decision and tell me."

Chanin quickly leaves the room and lets Run look at the sheets in the back and smile happily.

Didn't do anything crazy last night. Far from reassuring, Chanin is more melancholy than ever. He doesn't think that he cleanses the body every day, cleansing every part of the body, even "deep", which is necessary in this case. I'm glad I didn't use it because it needed to satisfy Ran's libido, but even with the toys, he wasn't happy.

Lane himself knew his victims needed time. After last night's separation, Lane stopped calling Chanin into the room as usual, just like playing games in slow countdown. Chanin instinctively realized that something bad would happen soon if he didn't decide what to do, so he only spent two nights thinking. While looking for it, he was numb and scared. In the middle of the night, he decided.

"Mr. Lin Tian."

After he ran all over the house, he saw a tall old man coming straight up, only to be caught by bodyguards and locked in the room. For fear of disturbing him, Mr Chanin immediately cried.

"If the young master doesn't give orders, or if I don't guide you, you can't walk around at will." Mamoru said he violated the order.

But Chanin didn't care about anything, and then got up and said, Hurry up.

"Take me to Mr. Teh."

Mamoru suddenly showed a surprised expression, but after a while he returned to normal.

"Is there anything important or urgent?"

"I just told him I accepted his terms."

Mamoru knew what it was because she knew it that night after Chanin left Ran's room. He was summoned to take orders to keep an eye on Chanin. The young master wants to know what will happen when Chanin thinks about it, so that he doesn't have to ask more questions.

"Are you sure?" Mamoru repeated, making sure Chanin didn't hesitate.

"Of course, I will."

With that firm look, Mamoru didn't ask again, but he nodded and answered.

"Then get ready. I will report to the young master."

Then I arranged to pick you up in half an hour, and then I left.

Chanin finished the preparations within the agreed time. When he saw Mamoru appear, he followed him with a calm attitude. But the lump on his left sternum trembled until he heard the sound. He is not excited because he is very happy. But I don't know what will happen to him.

When I crossed the threshold of Lan, my heart beat harder than ever. I hit my eyes on the towering chair in the middle of the room, wondering when it was brought in.

Lane, still sitting where he was, wearing the same robes, and holding a can of beer in his hand, lit a cigarette quite comfortably, and when he saw his brother coming, he stopped spraying white smoke.

"This chair is specially prepared for you by me, so that you can sit comfortably and, more importantly, I can see clearly."

He answered a question without asking, but Ran was sure Chanin was thinking about it, his mouth too heavy, and asked him why he was taking the chair.

Hearing what Lane said, he accidentally gnashed his teeth and stared at the face with a mocking smile. When he heard Lane give orders, he regained consciousness.

"Go ahead, don't waste your time. You are late today."

Really, as Ran said, he was a few hours later than usual tonight.

Chanin glanced at Mamoru's face, saw the person next to him nodding, and walked forward with both feet. Pushing himself into a chair, for Chanin, it doesn't seem like an execution at all. It was not an ordinary place, but an abyss place, where beasts like Lane decided his fate.

But in any case, he has decided that there will be no loss this time.

When you're ready, just wait for Ran Mamoru's order. He picked up the original black silicone stick and handed it to him along with another transparent liquid bottle. When he picked it up, he knew at a glance that it was a lubricating gel. This marks the end of Mamoru's work.

Mamoru was about to walk away but was called away.

"Stay here in case you need help."

"Yes," said Mamoru in a steady voice as he returned, standing next to Chanin. "Pass me the lubricant and I'll take care of it."

Chanin turns around and looks at Mamoru standing beside him, suddenly rejecting his voice.

"No, I can do it myself."

Mamoru turned slightly and looked at the master's face as if to ask how it was, so Lane laughed in his throat.

"Are you sure you can do it the first time? Ask Mamoru to help me so I don't get hurt."

Chanin doesn't like the taste of men without asking. This kind of s*x has never happened in his life. Ran has investigated it, but Chanin insists on the same thing.

"I don't need anyone's help."

Rejection is full of arrogance and gives Lanny great resentment.

Well, let's see when you can be so arrogant!

"Wait, I'll take care of it."

Lane did not bargain with Mamoru, and waited until his confidant had left the room before he became interested in her again.

"Come on, let me see how good you are."