Loving The Rival

[M] CHAPTER 155: To Eat One's Own Bitter Fruit

[T/N: (idiom) in trouble from your own foolish action, almost like reaping what you sow.]

Wu Suowei once again wasted his money, he had bought so many things, and only to give it as a preparatory gift to someone else.

Chi Cheng handcuffed Wu Suowei's hands on the rail above the headrest, making his upper body suspended in the air. He bent and tied his ankles and thighs together, making the legs to spread wider.

Chi Cheng took the thin cord and strongly whipped it a couple of time in his palm, his intense gaze met with Wu Suowei's uneasy eyes.

"This thing is pretty good, I can use enough strength without having to worry about harming you."

Wu Suowei's face turned pale, "this can also hurt pretty badly, and it also hurts more than the belt."

"Really?" Chi Cheng dragged the end of the thin cord around Wu Suowei's chest and asked: "then why aren't you that anxious about it when you are whipping me?"

"Because I didn't used my strength, I was playing around just now." Wu Suowei argued.

Chi Cheng sneered, "then I also won't use my strength."

"I don't believe it!" Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng playfully bit Wu Suowei's nose and asked, "then do you think I believe it?"

Wu Suowei was startled, then he saw Chi Cheng had already raised his hand, and he anxiously shouted, "don't!"

Pa!

The first whip accurately landed on the red cherry of his left chest.

"Hurt." Wu Suowei scrunched up his eyebrows.

"What are you pretending about?" Chi Cheng pressed down Wu Suowei's wriggling body with his legs, and said faintly, "we haven't even officially begun, the real pain is about to come."

After that, Chi Cheng skilfully moved his hand, and every whips would firmly land on his nipple. Besides, he didn't hit as intense as Wu Suowei, but the force was evenly applied, and he would wait until the pain is completely over after every whip before he would strike again.

"Hurt...Chi Cheng...wuwu..."

Wu Suowei lower body trembled, he kept on pleading Chi Cheng for a mercy with a miserable expression.

"Hurt?" Chi Cheng temporarily stopped his hand mid-air.

Wu Suowei nodded, the corner of his eyes was already wet, his chest was covered in red, and his nipples were extremely swollen.

"Then let me rub something to ease the pain." Chi Cheng took hold the làjiāo yóu as he spoke.

Wu Suowei's eyes widened and pitifully wailed, "don't, don't, ahh..."

Chi Cheng directly poured the làjiāo yóu on Wu Suowei's chest and slathered it around with his rough thumb to accelerate the burning sensation.

Wu Suowei felt intense burning sensation around his nipples, it wasn't only painful, but there was also an indescribable sensation that was stimulating his nerves and it made his cries laden in sultriness.

The squeaking of the handcuff against the rails ignited the sadistic side of Chi Cheng.

He moved the cord between Wu Suowei's legs, he held Wu Suowei's manhood in one hand while the other hand was manoeuvring the cord to aim at his sensitive spot.

Wu Suowei immediately screamed, "don't!"

Chi Cheng laughed darkly, "you can whip me? But I can't whip you?"