Daichi wishes he could undo his actions, but he will not be able to. What happened has occurred and cannot be reversed.
"Good job, Daicchan."
Shuhei was enraged. He pinched Daichi's jaw tightly, forcing him to open his mouth.
"Uh,"
Shuhei's grip was tight. Daichi's jaw hurt so much that he was in tears.
While Shuhei poured the still-warm porridge into Daichi's mouth, the pain in his jaw intensified. Shuhei's large hand tightly covered Daichi's mouth, preventing the porridge from spilling.
Daichi's four limbs fought against Shuhei's actions.
Unfortunately, the strength disparity between the two is too great. Daichi felt the forced half-hot porridge slide down his throat. However, as Daichi struggled, some of the porridge splashed onto his face, neck, and clothes.
"Does it taste good?" Shuhei inquired as he released his grip.
Daichi coughed heavily from choking, unable to respond to Shuhei's cynical question.
Shuhei stood beside him, his eyes narrowing as he continued to stare at Daichi. His gaze was drawn to Daichi's sportswear, which was unkempt and slightly open, revealing the white skin beneath.
Shuhei touched the open spot on the shirt without hesitation.
"Your skin is smooth," he observed.
"Keep your hands off me!" While staring at Shuhei, Daichi slapped his hand. Shuhei saw at Daichi differently because his eyes were still watery and his eyelids and nose were red from coughing.
Shuhei's lust flared up unexpectedly.
"You're such a bitch, aren't you, Daicchan."
Shuhei pounced on Daichi after saying that.
Shuhei kissed the charming Daichi roughly, one hand holding Daichi's arms. Besides, he had no trouble snooping around Daichi's clothing with his free hand. He pinched and rubbed Daichi's white skin.
Daichi, predictably, refused to be fondled. He went insane in his rebellion. Daichi will do anything, including bite Shuhei's tongue, which is exploring in his mouth.
Shuhei's tongue bled from Dauchi's bite. Shuhei was startled and instinctively stopped the rough kiss.
Daichi jumped out of bed as soon as he saw an opportunity.
But he forgot about the chain around his leg.
He had foolishly hoped that by reaching the door, he would be safe. He tripped over a tangled chain and landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor.
"Ouch." The young man grimaced in agony.
Someone is footsteps came up behind him. When Daichi turned his head, he was slapped across the face.
Pa!
Her cheeks became numb once more.
Shuhei dragged Daichi's limp body back onto the hard bed.
"You continue to be disobedient. So you deserve to be punished," he said quietly in Daichi's ear.
Daichi is feeling dizzy and in pain. Shuhei's deep voice seemed to burrow into his head, piercing his brain and striking his nerves.
"Yoshimoto... I beg you please stop...."
However, the worst things still continued. Daichi was pressed again on the bed. Shuhei's actions were much more erratic this time. almost every inch of Daichi's body was pinched until it hurt.
Daichi's strength, which was initially limited, is now completely depleted. He did not have a single ounce of strength.
Daichi did not fight back when Shuhei continued to explore and humiliate his body.
"Yoshimoto, please stop..." were his final desperate plea for mercy.
Shuhei, who was possessed by lust and obsessed with harassing Daichi, ignored his pleas.
Daichi cried quietly until he felt something penetrate his lower body.
Daichi felt on the verge of sanity.
Until he could not take it anymore. He passed out while Shuhei continued to move on top of him.
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Daichi was left without a single piece of clothing, not even a blanket, after being harassed and abused. Despite the fact that the air in the room was extremely cold and humid.
So it wasn't surprising that when Shuhei returned a few hours later, he discovered Daichi's body was very hot.
"It's so hot! Does he have a fever?"
Shuhei's handsome face became concerned. He rushed out of the basement, taking Daichi's naked body in his arms.
Shuhei's long legs rushed up the stairs. After rounding a corner, they came to a half-open door that led to the ground floor of a two-story luxury house.
Hiroki, who was stationed near the door, was not surprised to see his master emerge in a panic, carrying someone.
"Quickly call a doctor for me." Shuhei gave the order while running to the room on the second floor.
"Yes sir."
Shuhei was perplexed for a moment after placing Daichi's body on a comfortable large bed.
Although he was worried that bathing Daichi in water would exacerbate his fever, he still wanted to clean his body and put on proper clothes for him.
Shuhei's heart could not bear the thought of his beloved being sick. He regretted making Daichi sick and injured in this way.
Shuhei decided to use warm water to clean Daichi's dirty body after some thought. Daichi's skin is riddled with cuts and bruises, and his face is pale, but he still looks charming.
Hiroki knocked on the door just as Shuhei finished dressing Daichi, ushering in the doctor who had arrived.
"How are you, Yoshimoto-sama." The doctor was old and grizzled, and he greeted Shuhei with respect.
"Come here quickly and check on him."
"Certainly, Yoshimoto-sama."
The old doctor did not take long to examine Daichi.
"He was exhausted from a lack of sleep combined with excessive shock; his body was not strong enough for mental and physical stimulation, causing his health to deteriorate." Inform the doctor.
"Is that all?"
The doctor blinked in response to Shuhei's words. "It's not that simple. According to my observations, this young man is suffering from mild depression. Please take him to a psychologist for more information."
Shuhei's face was expressionless for a brief moment. "Is Daicchan depressed?"
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