While Liu Yisheng was thinking at this moment, what exactly is the relationship between Zheng Yang and me? He can no longer control his breathing, his gasps becoming heavier. His body feels hot and feverish, while his desires are being toyed with by Zheng Yang. Even though he feels anguish in his heart, he still senses the shame of pleasure slowly overwhelming him.

The moment of release is getting closer and closer.

The wine bottle was inserted into his crotch, and Zheng Yang didn't bother to lubricate it with his hands. Without applying anything, he forcefully wanted the wine bottle to be inserted into his anus, little by little, ignoring Liu Yisheng's pain. He suppressed his struggles, forbidding even his trembles. Zheng Yang fiercely bit down on his neck, pushing his hand harder inside.

Liu Yisheng didn't know why he had to endure all these things, and tears uncontrollably rolled down. He huddled in Zheng Yang's embrace, feeling a mixture of pleasure shooting through him and the icy pain threatening to tear his body apart. At this moment, his phone rang, vibrating in his pocket with a specially set ringtone—it was Qin Mei.

Zheng Yang's movements froze in place.

Liu Yisheng hesitantly picked up the phone, and the girl on the other end, her voice trembling with tears, asked him, "Where are you?"

Liu Yisheng's throat burned fiercely, and he couldn't utter a word. Zheng Yang's gaze became even more fierce, as if he wanted to strip him naked. Liu Yisheng felt suffocated and his whole body was restless, while Zheng Yang allowed him to continue making the phone call, licking the bite marks on his neck.

Liu Yisheng's voice was trembling: "What's wrong?"

But the girl continued to ask him, "Where are you?"

"I-I'm at home."

Zheng Yang pinched his waist.

Unconsciously, Liu Yisheng twisted his waist to dodge, but he was forcefully pushed by the man and muttered under his breath, "Whore."

"Would you please come down? I am waiting downstairs at your place."

The voice sounded on the verge of despair, nearly dripping with disappointment. Uneasily, Liu Yisheng struggled free from Zheng Yang's embrace and took a couple of steps toward the alley entrance. Zheng Yang made no effort to stop him, his gaze coldly fixed on Liu Yisheng's eyes. Only his words pierced the silence: "Don't be afraid, I'll be there in no time."

The atmosphere instantly froze to the point of ice.

The girl hung up the phone with relief. The sound of the line being disconnected seemed particularly loud in the silence. Zheng Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes almost spewing fire, but inexplicably, he chuckled and grinned. He suddenly clenched the bottle tightly, and fiercely smashed it against the wall.

Fragments splattered, leaving only the broken shards protruding from his hand, extending outward.

Zheng Yang forced the question: "Are you really going?"

Liu Yisheng stood not far from the alley entrance, his clothes a bit ragged. He carried his pants in his hand, exposing his thighs to the air, while his buttocks still throbbed with pain. His nipples stood erect on his chest. The heat was slowly dissipating, and the streets outside were now empty and desolate. The dim yellow lights illuminated Liu Yisheng's silhouette, his face hidden in shadows, making it difficult for Zheng Yang to discern his current expression.

But he could hear it clearly.

Liu Yisheng said to him, "I've gone over it." He lowered his head and put on his underwear, then slipped into his pants. His fingers trembled in his gaze, but he pretended to be casual, tidying up his clothes and touching the bite marks on his neck. Zheng Yang's mockery almost hummed out of his nose. Liu Yisheng wiped his eyes and even dared to smile. His teeth were white and his smile was impeccably clean. Zheng Yang had known for a long time that this person was so innocent to the point of being disgusting, as if no matter how he treated him, he would never become dirty.

"Liu Yisheng, don't make me angry." This could be considered a warning.

Zheng Yang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. However, Liu Yisheng fearlessly took another step back, a choice that Zheng Yang had never even considered. Enraged, Zheng Yang grabbed a bottle and hurled it at Liu Yisheng, narrowly missing his arm. The glass shattered at the entrance of the alley, leaving a mess on the ground.

The shattering sound made Liu Yisheng tremble all over. He took two steps back, getting closer to the light outside the alley. With just a few more steps, he could stand under the lamplight, in a safe place. He thought that Zheng Yang wouldn't go as far as doing something to him out on the street.

There's no time left.

Zheng Yang, who was closer to him, had quicker reflexes than him. He immediately grabbed Liu Yisheng's hand and, in the process, his pants slipped down. Staggering, he was pulled back into the alley, pushed all the way to the end, the darkest end. His back was against the wall, a dead end.

"Don't be silly. Why are you so concerned about my woman?" Zheng Yang said as he unbuttoned his pants. "Listen, Liu Yisheng, don't think that any women will like you!" he said. "And remember, you belong to me."

But, what is it that belongs to you?

"Friend? Servant? Toy?"

Liu Yisheng said, "You have a dog."

"What?" Zheng Yang was slightly taken aback, unable to help but laugh. He repeatedly chewed on these words, "Dog? Liu Yisheng, what are you talking about? Haha, you, you're a woman who can't get pregnant, an inflatable doll, a... dog? Hahaha."

How dark was that night? It was so dark that there was hardly any light in the alley. Liuyi Sheng could barely see Zheng Yang in front of him, as well as the genitalia between Zheng Yang's legs. In order to put out the fire, he opened his mouth. He didn't know what happened to Qin Mei later. When he returned home, he didn't see any women downstairs. After taking a shower, he lay in bed and inexplicably buried his head in the pillow. He felt tears flowing continuously, soaking the pillowcase. His phone stayed silent the whole night, and he kept checking it, but no one said a word to him. The next day, when he saw Qin Mei again in class, she had already stuck to Zheng Yang.

He was thinking that they definitely had another incident yesterday.

It was probably a lovers' quarrel, which made Zheng Yang angry and made Qin Mei cry...

Liu Yisheng lowered his head, as if he hadn't seen anything, quietly passing through the classroom and sitting in his own seat, waiting for another day to pass.

And then it was a week.

And then there was a month.

Both Zheng Yang and Qin Mei seemed to have forgotten about him.

For a whole month, Liu Yisheng saw the two of them together almost all the time except for when they were in class. Zheng Yang remained indifferent, while Qin Mei always approached him with enthusiasm. Girls have endless things to say and endless coquetry to display. She pierced her ears for Zheng Yang, got a tattoo on her buttocks for him, applied makeup for him, and secretly wore perfume for him. But Zheng Yang's brow furrowed tighter by the day, clearly growing more and more displeased.

But they still stayed together, occasional sweet words, hurtful words when the tongue turns sharp, obvious indifference, long-term coldness, yet the two of them are still together.

Liu Yisheng had secretly caught a whiff of Qin Mei's fragrance before. Whenever female students walked by his seat, the scent of their perfume would drift into his nostrils.

He wondered if this was the scent of a woman.

Like an apple, it hangs heavily on the tree in autumn, feeling as if the entire orchard is filled with a cloyingly sweet taste. Mixed with the fragrant scent of leaves and the warmth of sunlight, picking it and giving it a sniff is akin to the ripe fragrance of a girl's body after she takes off her clothes...

Liu Yisheng dared not wander around the school, for the entire place seemed like an orchard to him. He was afraid of running into Zheng Yang, who would always be eating an apple. There were only a few places where Zheng Yang would meet up with someone in secret, so when the two of them disappeared from the group, Liu Yisheng knew exactly where they would go. They always returned one by one, with the girls entering through the back door. The blush on their faces hadn't completely faded, but their clothes were neatly arranged, although their walk seemed somewhat unnatural. On the other hand, Zheng Yang appeared much more natural. He would enter through the front door, with his hands casually tucked in his pockets, as if he had just taken a smoke break as usual.

It is inevitable to attract attention from others.

During class, Liu Yisheng couldn't help but glance at Zheng Yang. Zheng Yang would pretend to pass him a note. The note contained explicit graffiti depicting Liu Yisheng being dominated by someone, and it was drawn from Zheng Yang's perspective. The exaggerated ballpoint pen strokes were both satirical and bold. Then, with a mocking smile, Zheng Yang tore the paper into shreds in the painful gaze of Liu Yisheng. Among the torn pieces was also a note that read, "Come to my house today."

The novel paragraph you provided, '捉弄还不止如此。', can be translated to English as: "The teasing didn't stop there."

The former text messages have become a kind of joke. He said, "Come to the restroom." Liu Yisheng looked at his phone, feeling his palms burning, nervously raising his head, only to see Zheng Yang walking out from the back door, followed closely by Qin Mei. Liu Yisheng suddenly understood everything, but it was another invitation for him to watch a live broadcast, turning Liu Yisheng's sorrow into excitement for Zheng Yang's intimate moments.

And what about physical education class?

Zheng Yang did not skip class with girls. Instead, he attended judo class with Liu Yisheng. During their practice as partners, Liu Yisheng couldn't bear to meet Zheng Yang's gaze. The disgust and fierceness in his eyes were too naked and direct. Moreover, when they started sparring, Liu Yisheng couldn't match Zheng Yang's strength at all. He was pinned down to the ground, with Zheng Yang's legs pressing against his own.

Liu Yisheng had a premonition of the man's malicious intent. He began to struggle desperately, but it only resulted in their bodies intertwining even tighter.

Zheng Yang deliberately fondled Liuyi's leg and lower body, breathing sensually near his ear. Liuyi could hardly resist, and only when Zheng Yang was satisfied did he get off him. Zheng Yang stared at the tent Liuyi had erected, mocking him with a prolonged laughter.

Liu Yisheng could only gaze at him in despair. He lay on the floor, surrounded by a cacophony of noise. He didn't know if anyone else had noticed him; he just looked at the expression on Zheng Yang's face and felt his whole body trembling violently. He clenched his fists tightly, and even his fists were shaking.

Zheng Yang kicked him and said, "Can't get up anymore?"

"Why?" Liu Yisheng only wanted to ask this one question.

"What?" Zheng Yang didn't understand what he meant.

"Why are you treating me like this?"

And Zheng Yang finally understood, but after understanding, he burst into laughter.

Liu Yisheng said, "We are equals, Zheng Yang."

"Sissy, " Zheng Yang laughed even harder, "Liu Yisheng, don't you find yourself filthy... and disgusting? Do you think you're so great, that sticking out your ass to seduce men is truly fucking noble, isn't it?"

Some men are attracted to other men. However, there are also some men who are interested in women but have the desire to experiment with other men, perhaps out of emotional curiosity or simply sexual impulse.

So, some people love others, while some people hurt others.

"Don't act like you're so injured anymore," Zheng Yang said to Liu Yisheng. "If you think it's unfair, damn it, don't try to act tough in front of me! Stop tempting me to fuck you! Do you have the guts? If you're so desperate, go buy a vibrator!"

Here is the translation of the given novel paragraph: 'Here it comes again. This is how Zheng Yang treats Liu Yisheng, just like treating a dog, all he needs to do is extend his foot and give it a kick...'