My brother became a love brain

I took a small step back, looked at him at the same level, and said, "I don't need all of this, can this place be disbanded immediately?"

"No." He touched my collar with his hand, as if he was undressing instead of tidying up, "Do you want to continue going upstairs?"

"Go up, why not go up."

I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand off my body, and walked straight to the direction of the stairs, but there was a faint chuckle from him behind me.

I went up a few more floors, and after stepping on the last staircase, I entered the iron gate with a combination lock, which looked like a prison cage.

"Do you know the password?"

"of course."

Song Dongyang raised his hand and entered a long series of passwords familiarly, "click", the door automatically opened inward.

He turned sideways and made way out of the passage, I closed my eyes, passed him, and walked into the iron gate.

"Click."

The iron gate closed behind me, and I stood where I was.

In front of me was a scarlet curtain that completely blocked everything behind the curtain, but I heard the groans of people, not just one person, two people, three people, but the groans of many people blending together .

I suppressed the urge to vomit, raised my hand, and grabbed the curtain—it was not fixed firmly, it seemed that I could see the covered scene with a little force.

But I hesitated, and I didn't know if I had the courage to bear the truth and take responsibility.

"Do you want to go back?" Song Dongyang's question was always just right. Whenever I was struggling, he was tempting me to choose to give up.

"Do not."

I tore open the curtain with force, the scarlet cloth tumbled and fell, and I saw a scene I had never imagined in the past twenty years.

Human passion/desire, indulgence, and chaos merge together, making it hard for me to tell whether what is in front of me is a living person or a fallen beast.

I stood where I was, and slowly, all the voices became silent. They either stood or knelt, their postures were standard, and they looked at me with burning eyes.

The man at the front smiled and called me: "Master."

I instinctively want to retreat, but I know that there is no way to retreat.

I should say something, tell them that your actions are wrong, and I am not your master.

But my throat seemed to be blocked, and I couldn't say anything.

At that moment, I kind of understood what Song Dongyang said before—they didn’t think what they were doing was wrong, but I corrected their ideas and broke their beliefs, and to a certain extent, I was destroying them.

what should I do?what can i do

I want to say that I am not your master, but before I could say anything, my hand felt cold——Song Dongyang held my hand, and he naturally drilled himself into my arms, and said affectionately: "Master, What's so interesting here, why don't you go up and have a look?"

I lowered my eyes and looked at Song Dongyang, who actually blinked at me.I twitched the corners of my mouth and said as calmly as possible: "There is really nothing to see, you keep busy."

I walked out with my arms around Song Dongyang's waist, but my steps were a little soft. Song Dongyang sensed the condition of my body and said softly to me, "Lean on me."

I didn't say anything, but leaned against him, putting most of my body's strength on him.

We started upstairs again, and when we got to the landing at the corner of the stairs, I said, "It's going to be harder up there, isn't it?"

"According to your standards, it is."

His answer was very cautious, I was close to his body, and I didn't feel any discomfort from him.

"Go up."

We then picked up five floors to look at, men and men, men and women, women and women, women and men, people and utensils, people and animals... I vomited several times, and finally I could only retch a little Sour water, Song Dongyang has been by my side, taking good care of me, and helping me to block the men and women who tried to pounce on me.

The last floor is the "one night floor" for all students who are new to this kind of thing. Through the glass, I watched the teenagers waiting in line to enter, and finally lost my mind.

I wanted to rush forward to break the glass and tell them to go, but Song Dongyang easily put his arms around my waist, and I couldn't break free. I wanted to kick his body, but my fists fell, but I withdrew my strength.

I still didn't want to hit him, and I always fantasized about his difficulties.

I shouted loudly to warn me, but Song Dongyang didn't stop me this time, but I suddenly realized from the scene behind the glass window that the glass is soundproof, and they couldn't hear what I was saying.

I can only watch the students step into the door, and on the other side of the door, the white sheets have been changed one after another, piled up into a hill, which is silent evidence of crime.

I stood there watching for a long, long time, until Song Dongyang let go of my arm, and he asked me: "Do you want to go downstairs?"

"Yes." I hesitated for a while before answering him.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, turned and walked towards the door, but I took three steps at a time, rushed towards the glass, and swung my clenched fists.

"Whoa-"

That was the sound of glass breaking.

Before I could feel joy, I frowned.

Behind the glass is not the scene I saw before, but a silver curtain, on which the scene of students entering the door is played, but it looks far less realistic than what I saw through the window before.

"Tick-tock-"

The blood rolled from my fingertips to the ground, and the slight sound was magnified countless times for some reason. I felt the pain belatedly, but it was completely unable to match the pain emerging in my heart.

"Is this video fake?" I heard my hoarse voice.

"It's not." Song Dongyang held my hand gently. He got the tweezers and gauze from nowhere, and he knelt down to help me treat the wound. "However, this is a video from ten years ago. It happened to be The year I was an adult."

I couldn't take my eyes off the students who entered one by one, and I tried to make my words not so sharp.

"Song Dongyang, you are the same..."

I couldn't go on, there was silence between us for a while, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe only a few seconds, but this period of time seemed extremely long and tormented.

"No." Song Dongyang's hands were steady. He had already cleaned up the remaining glass shards on my hands, and began to wrap the bandages round and round. "My first night belongs to you, and I am clean."

I can't believe that my immediate reaction was one of relief—I'm glad my friend didn't suffer the worst.

I couldn't help looking at him again, he was tying a beautiful bow with a bandage, he calmly finished the bandage under my gaze, and licked my naked//exposed fingertips with his tongue.

I instinctively withdrew my hand, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my wrist, pushed hard on one knee, and stood up from the ground.

He said blankly: "Please go back with me and have sex with me as soon as possible."

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