Liu Yisheng felt Zheng Yang's hand lightly touch his waist. He forcefully pushed the man away in a strong reaction, displaying obvious resistance. Annoyance flashed in Zheng Yang's eyes, while the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. If it was just a joke at first, now Zheng Yang really wanted to give it a try.

He ordered, "Come to my house after school."

Liu Yisheng didn't dare to leave, hesitating for a long time but not daring to utter a single "no".

He thought to himself, "Is she joking?". But after school, Zheng Yang really left his girlfriend and came to find him. He followed behind Zheng Yang, feeling complicated and conflicted. Zheng Yang urged him to walk faster several times, but he still didn't dare to walk side by side with a man. Later, Zheng Yang had no choice but to grab him by the neck and pull him along, embracing him as they walked forward.

Liu Yisheng caught the scent emanating from Zheng Yang's body, feeling the man's warmth against his skin. Though his heart was clearly filled with fear, his heartbeat began to quicken, and his blood started to surge. This inexplicable palpitation overwhelmed him.

Zheng Yang placed the back of his hand against his face and suddenly chuckled, "Why is your face so red and hot?"

Liu Yisheng stared at his smile, unable to recover his senses. Zheng Yang laughed at his dumbfounded look, seemingly in a good mood, casually pinching his waist. This time, Liu Yisheng did not push Zheng Yang away. He only felt a numb and itchy sensation in his waist. Zheng Yang's touch gave him a strange feeling deep in his heart, and this feeling intensified when Zheng Yang attempted to remove his pants.

Zheng Yang threw his pants onto the ground and immediately tried to pull down his underwear. Liu Yisheng only felt a burning sensation in his abdomen. When Zheng Yang's hand covered it, he could even feel the swelling. The tip of his underwear was wet. Zheng Yang smeared the sticky substance on his hand onto Liu Yisheng's face and sneered, "Just a touch and it already made you feel so good?"

Liu Yisheng looked up and saw Zheng Yang's cold expression on his face. He watched as Zheng Yang retreated to the single sofa three steps away, staring directly at him. Liu Yisheng stared right back, fixing his gaze on Zheng Yang's passionate desires concealed by underwear and his body hidden by clothes. He felt a chill run through his entire body, but the colder he felt, the more the internal heat seemed like a cruel reproach.

Zheng Yang said, "Show me."

No one thought that Liu Yisheng would refuse such a request.

Some even think that this is a "reward" given by Zheng Yang to Liu Yisheng.

When Zheng Yang had just moved out of his house, Liu Yisheng would often come to this room.

In the morning, Zhang Yang was called to wake up and go to class. In the evening, he was sent a midnight snack. On regular days, Liu Yisheng even helped tidy up and clean for Zhang Yang. He would even help wash Zhang Yang's clothes. He huddled in the small bathroom, using his hands to scrub Zhang Yang's sweaty basketball jersey after his workout, wondering if he should wash the underwear in the basket together.

He is like a dog, doing so much, just waiting for Zheng Yang to be in a good mood and come over to pat his head, pinch his face, without even needing to say words of praise, Liu Yisheng already feels completely satisfied.

Zheng Yang would say behind everyone's backs, "You guys say Liu Yisheng is like a dog I raised? Hahaha, he is a human, how could he be a dog?" But then he changes the subject, saying, "He is much more useful than a dog."

Everyone laughed and said, "You really are mischievous."

This sentence may be teasing, but it is definitely not criticism. Almost everyone has tried intentionally making dog sounds behind Liu Yisheng's back, or kicking the bones under their feet towards Liu Yisheng while eating. They look at Liu Yisheng's back, fearing that he will get angry, but at the same time, hoping that Liu Yisheng will really turn around and bark at them.

"Disgusting? Who isn't the same?"

No one cared about Liu Yisheng's feelings. Everyone thought that between him and Zheng Yang, it was nothing more than a mutual agreement. Saying anything about coercion or unwillingness was just pretentious.

No one would understand the fear and intense sadness in Liu Yisheng's heart. He slowly took off his underwear, with Zheng Yang's cold gaze fixed upon his legs. He shamefully touched himself, feeling the burning sensation in his hand as if it were scorching his palm.

They moved slowly up and down, seemingly gentle, but there was a dry and painful sensation.

The feeling of pleasure did not immerse him in bliss, but rather stimulated his nerves in a cold and rigid manner. It made Liu Yisheng feel as though every vibrant blood vessel in his body was a stiff tube, while Zheng Yang's gaze seemed to almost puncture him all over. Yet Zheng Yang coldly commented, "If you move any faster, it might come out easily."

Liu Yisheng's ears wanted to reject his voice, clearly feeling repulsed and disgusted, but Liu Yisheng still accelerated his movements. However, due to the intense stimulation, he couldn't suppress his moans and quickly bit his own lip, but his panting remained heavy. Zheng Yang seemed displeased with what he saw and couldn't sit still anymore. He got up and pushed him down onto the bed, placing one hand on the side of Liu Yisheng's head, while the other hand moved between his legs, skillfully and swiftly manipulating him.

Poor Liu Yisheng, he could not control the speeding of his heartbeat at this moment. It seemed as if all of his senses were in the hands of Zheng Yang. The warmth of Zheng Yang's palm and the friction of their palm lines torment him with pleasure. Zheng Yang whispered in his ear, "It's okay, just call out."

With a rare gentle tone, Zheng Yang's voice became slightly hoarse but even more magnetic. Liú Yìshēng couldn't believe that he could produce such a sound, accompanied by gasping moans, all filled with temptation.

As Liu Yisheng felt his vision begin to blur, a wave of pleasure seemed to tug at his consciousness. When he reached climax, he couldn't help but wrap his arms around Zheng Yang's neck. He didn't dare to exert too much force, only leaning slightly against him, feeling his body uncontrollably tremble. He endured it, but that sensation seemed to run rampant inside his body. His toes curled tightly, and then slowly he adapted and relaxed, his whole body turning limp.

Zheng Yang looked at the thick milky white on the palm of his hand and chuckled inexplicably.

"Heh, quite experienced, I see," he smirked sinisterly. "Li Yi Sheng, this can't be your first time, right?"

Unconsciously, Liu Yisheng wanted to shake his head, but Zheng Yang had already grabbed his waist and flipped him over. There were two crisp slaps on his buttocks, and then Zheng Yang leaned over him, biting his ear. At the same time, his fingers slowly entered his rear passage, as if exploring and lubricating. Liu Yisheng's whole body tensed up, as his anticipation and imagination spiraled out of control. Zheng Yang sucked on his earlobe and kissed the back of his neck. Liu Yisheng felt as though he was being pinned down by a wild beast, on the verge of being devoured alive.

Zheng Yang kneaded his chest, rubbing his sensitive nipples. The man's heavy breathing was right behind him, hot and causing half of Liu Yisheng's face to tingle. Just as he had finished releasing, his erection perked up again, and his rear entrance became even more moist and tender from the stimulation. Liu Yisheng didn't understand why there was lubricant in Zheng Yang's house, but as the cold substance was squeezed onto his opening, each of Zheng Yang's fingers pushing inside made his whole body feel feverish, contracting and rubbing against them. His waist grew weak as well.

Zheng Yang grabbed his waist, pulled his legs apart, and entered forcefully without any tenderness. He thrust in with all his strength, going all the way in. He let out a satisfied breath, while Liu Yisheng screamed in pain. Then, he started thrusting vigorously, rubbing and moving inside Liu Yisheng's body. The sensitivity within him was continuously stimulated, and he could only endure the pain by biting the bedsheets. Overwhelmed by a series of impacts, Liu Yisheng had no idea how to react or what to do.

He could only bite the blanket and let out a low whimper.

And Zheng Yang's hand followed his waist upwards, touching his abdomen, then his chest, and holding his chin along his neck. He wanted to hear his moans, even if they were cries. Liu Yisheng's response always seemed to arouse Zheng Yang's desire. Liu Yisheng couldn't resist it and ended up begging while crying. His waist was already arched upwards, their bodies tightly pressed together, and the impact below was fierce and intense, continuously penetrating his body. Zheng Yang didn't let him go at all, holding him tightly, going even deeper, biting his shoulders and neck, leaving deep and shallow marks on his back.

The person who fulfills all of Zheng Yang's wishes is Liu Yisheng.

This is not something a dog would be asked to do, but ironically, someone who is even more useful than a dog would be asked to do such things.