The moment Mu Xueshi’s body touched the bed, he stirred awake in a daze.
The scorching heat inside him had not subsided in the slightest. His entire body still burned unbearably.
The instant he opened his eyes, he instinctively shrank backward.
The memories that had just returned flooded into his mind, causing his heart to seize violently. A vast terror descended upon him, so overwhelming that for a moment he felt as though even breathing had stopped.
The Third Prince sat beside the bed.
His face was expressionless.
The room was silent as a tomb.
The light in the Third Prince’s eyes gathered like shards of frozen steel, stabbing straight into Mu Xueshi’s heart.
The icy chill in his chest clashed violently with the unbearable heat coursing through his body, leaving Mu Xueshi feeling as though he would rather die than endure another moment.
He tried to speak—
but what escaped his lips was only a faint, trembling gasp.
In that instant Mu Xueshi understood.
Not only could he not speak properly—
he could not move at all.
The Third Prince had immobilized him upon the bed.
There was no doubt.
He was going to punish him.
Mu Xueshi looked toward the Third Prince. Within his gaze there was a trace of grievance—but far more fear.
The Third Prince slowly leaned down.
Mu Xueshi’s heart seemed to stop beating.
As the prince moved, Mu Xueshi’s clothing tore apart as though cut by invisible blades, the fragments falling to the floor like scattered petals.
At once, Mu Xueshi remembered the woman—
the woman who had just been torn apart by the Third Prince.
Now his own body lay completely exposed.
Across his skin were scattered dark marks—bruised kisses and lingering traces—spread everywhere like silent accusations, revealing the shameful scene that had occurred earlier.
There was no explanation he could give.
Even if he could speak, Mu Xueshi would have no defense.
The evidence lay plainly before them.
All he could do now was wait for the Third Prince’s reaction—
whether it would come lightly…
or like a raging storm.
The moment the Third Prince’s hand brushed against Mu Xueshi’s lower body, Mu Xueshi trembled violently.
The hardened length standing proudly against his body was swollen and painfully rigid, causing his face to flush a deep crimson.
“Do you want it that badly?”
The Third Prince asked the question without warning.
Mu Xueshi felt the restraint around his throat loosen slightly. In a hoarse voice he hurried to explain,
“I didn’t mean to… I truly don’t know what happened. It was just… like that…”
“Like what?”
The Third Prince’s voice was ghostly cold, chilling enough to make one shudder.
Hearing the question, Mu Xueshi gathered what little courage he had and glanced at him twice before whispering,
“I… couldn’t control myself…”
A cold laugh escaped the Third Prince’s lips.
In the next moment, Mu Xueshi noticed that the jade pendulum clock resting on the low cabinet nearby had suddenly split cleanly into two pieces.
And in the Third Prince’s previously calm gaze, a murderous gleam had begun to surface.
“I know I was wrong… please don’t be angry…”
Mu Xueshi’s resistance sounded weak and powerless.
The Third Prince’s eyes remained devoid of emotion.
From within his sleeve he produced a pale green vial.
Tilting it downward, he slowly poured the liquid over Mu Xueshi’s body.
The fluid was colorless and odorless.
As it flowed across Mu Xueshi’s skin, the Third Prince used his own hand to spread it evenly, gently rubbing it across every inch until the liquid seeped into his flesh.
Mu Xueshi’s lips trembled.
Looking up at him, he asked softly,
“Xi… what is this?”
The Third Prince leaned close, his lips brushing against Mu Xueshi’s ear. His breath blew softly against his skin as he whispered,
“You will know soon enough.”
This time Mu Xueshi understood clearly.
The Third Prince was not joking.
Usually, no matter how much trouble he caused, Mu Xueshi still clung to the faint hope that when the moment of punishment came, the prince might show him mercy.
But this time—
a strong premonition filled his heart.
The Third Prince was truly going to be ruthless.
Without looking at Mu Xueshi’s face, the Third Prince lowered his head and began kissing downward from his neck.
His movements were not particularly rough.
Yet under the combined effects of the drug and the prince’s skillful touch, Mu Xueshi let out a cry more uninhibited than ever before.
“Mmm… no… ah…”
Hearing his own voice, Mu Xueshi felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
He had never imagined that he could make such wanton sounds under another person’s touch.
Yet he could not control himself.
The clearer his cries became, the more intensely his body reacted.
A cold smile curved across the Third Prince’s lips.
His tongue traced its way to Mu Xueshi’s small crimson peak.
The moment his wet tongue touched it—
Mu Xueshi cried out.
“Ah! It hurts… please—don’t touch it—ah!”
The more Mu Xueshi begged, the more mercilessly the Third Prince nipped and licked at the sensitive point, as though exacting revenge.
The pain drained all color from Mu Xueshi’s face.
“Any place on your body that another person has touched—”
“If I touch it again…”
“It will bring a pain as if your heart were being torn apart.”
“Now do you understand what that little bottle was for?”
Mu Xueshi had already screamed until his throat was hoarse.
Cold sweat covered his forehead in dense beads.
If the most sensitive place on his body were subjected to the same torment…
Mu Xueshi did not know whether he would survive it.
Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined the Third Prince would humiliate him in such a cruel way.
The Third Prince seemed able to read the thoughts in his heart.
His tongue left Mu Xueshi’s chest and began moving lower.
Facing the pain he knew he was about to inflict, the Third Prince felt as though his own heart were about to shatter.
I never wished to hurt you.
But had you kept yourself untouched… such punishment would never have been necessary.
The moment the Third Prince’s mouth left his chest, Mu Xueshi released a deep breath of relief.
The suffocating pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure had made him feel as though he were on the verge of death.
But when he realized the prince’s lips had reached his lower abdomen—
Mu Xueshi truly became frightened.
He could already imagine the agony that awaited him.
With a broken cry, he burst into tears.
“I won’t dare again… I truly won’t dare… please don’t touch there…”
The Third Prince’s heart suddenly turned cold.
He lifted his head and asked only one question.
“Don’t touch where?”
Mu Xueshi gasped for breath, sobbing as he replied,
“Don’t… it will hurt me to death… please…”
Seeing Mu Xueshi’s swollen, tear-filled eyes, the Third Prince felt a sharp ache pierce his chest.
His eyes burned crimson as he clenched his teeth.
“Any place that has been touched by another—”
“none will be spared.”
As he spoke, his lips descended to the most vulnerable part of Mu Xueshi’s body.
The transparent liquid would only react once it touched saliva.
The Third Prince enveloped Mu Xueshi’s aroused length in his mouth, his wet tongue moving with feverish intensity.
“Ah—!”
Mu Xueshi let out a piercing cry.
His eyes flew wide open—
and the unbearable pain made him faint instantly.
Watching Mu Xueshi collapse unconscious, the Third Prince finally understood.
Even that most intimate place had once been treated by another person in this same way.
Even though that person was already dead…
the mere thought that such a scene had existed—
was something the Third Prince could never forgive.
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