Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

"Yaoyao, do you know what new things I've discovered these past few days?" Shen Jin chuckled softly, his voice gentle, as if telling a bedtime story. "I've seen a lot of interesting things, things that... would be suitable for you."

"There are so many, we can play for a long time and never repeat ourselves."

Shen Jin stroked her lips with his thumb, his eyes swirling with a dark desire, his words ambiguous.

Lin Zhiyao trembled and dared not answer; her legs went weak.

She was scared.

But there are some things she still has to say.

"Shen Jin, please... spare the people in the shelter..." Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled uncontrollably. "They... they're all innocent..."

"Innocent?" Shen Jin sneered, his fingers tightening until her chin ached. "Yao Yao, right now, the only person you should care about is yourself. There's no one else."

He bent down and picked her up horizontally.

Lin Zhiyao did not struggle.

She knew that struggling was useless.

Shen Jin held her in his arms and turned to walk into the darkness. The horde of zombies parted automatically, making way for them, then closed again, like a heavy door slowly shutting shut.

The walls of the shelter receded further and further behind us, eventually disappearing into the night.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in Shen Jin's neck, her tears silently soaking his collar.

In the end, she couldn't escape.

*

The villa was pitch black.

Shen Jin carried Lin Zhiyao in. The moonlight was bright, and the items on the coffee table emitted a faint glow.

Blindfold, leg irons, handcuffs...

There were also some metal objects that she couldn't name, gleaming with a cold luster.

On the clothes rack next to it hung rows of "clothes," some of which could be barely identified as lace and tulle, while others could not be called clothes at all.

It was just a few thin ropes, strips of cloth, and chains pieced together, barely enough to cover the vital parts.

Lin Zhiyao's face instantly burned, her fingers gripping Shen Jin's collar tightly, trembling.

Shen Jin put her down, walked to the clothes rack, and ran his slender fingers through the fabrics before finally picking out a black lace bodysuit.

The fabric was pitifully sparse, with only a few pieces of lace as thin as cicada wings covering the key areas. A thin chain connected the waist, and the back was openwork, so it could barely cover anything.

"Change into these." Shen Jin tossed the clothes into her arms, his tone as calm as if he were giving a perfectly normal order.

Lin Zhiyao looked down at the fabric in her hand, her fingertips trembling.

She looked up at Shen Jin, whose light gray eyes were fixed on her, filled with a familiar darkness.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, clutched the dress, and staggered toward the stairs.

"Change it here."

Shen Jin's voice came from behind, leaving no room for doubt.

Lin Zhiyao stood frozen in place.

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby were not drawn, and the moonlight streamed in, casting a long shadow of her.

With her back to Shen Jin, she trembled as she unbuttoned her clothes and changed into a bodysuit.

The lace clung to her skin, its coolness making her shiver, and the friction against her skin caused an itch.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her head, not daring to look Shen Jin in the eye.

"come over."

Lin Zhiyao moved her feet, feeling the fabric of her clothes rubbing against her sensitive areas with each step.

She walked up to Shen Jin and lowered her head even further.

Shen Jin's breathing became noticeably heavier.

He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head.

Under the moonlight, the black lace accentuated her snow-white skin. A few thin pieces of fabric barely covered her chest and legs, and her waist was so slender that it could be grasped in one hand. The openwork on her back revealed her entire fair back.

"So beautiful." Shen Jin's voice was low and husky as his thumb brushed against her exposed collarbone. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."

Lin Zhiyao's ear tips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her eyelashes trembled violently.

Shen Jin picked up a syringe from the coffee table; it was half-filled with a transparent liquid.

He shook it, and the needle tip gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Open your mouth.

Lin Zhiyao's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously took a half step back, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Yao Yao." Shen Jin's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure, "You must obey."

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip and slowly opened her mouth.

Shen Jin pinched her chin, pressed the tip of the syringe into her lips, and slowly injected the solution.

The liquid slid down my throat, carrying a strange sweetness, yet also a hint of bitterness.

Lin Zhiyao swallowed, and before she could react, she felt a surge of heat rise from her abdomen and quickly spread to her limbs and bones.

"Hmm..."

Lin Zhiyao groaned, her legs went weak, and she grabbed the edge of the coffee table, but still couldn't support her collapsing body.

heat.

too hot.

It felt like a fire was burning inside my body, from the inside out, every inch of my skin was burning.

She tugged at her collar, but it was no use; instead, the lace rubbed against her skin, sending a tingling sensation through her.

"It's so hot..."

Lin Zhiyao murmured, her eyes welling up with tears, and unconsciously twisted her body, trying to relieve the heat.

Shen Jin looked at her, his eyes dark and deep.

He tossed the syringe back onto the coffee table with a crisp sound, staring intently at Lin Zhiyao. "Come here."

Lin Zhiyao walked over and collapsed into his arms.

"Shen Jin..."

Lin Zhiyao unconsciously rubbed against him, his cool skin pressing against hers, making her sigh with comfort, "So cool..."

Shen Jin chuckled softly, picked her up, and strode towards the stairs.

"Want it colder?"

Lin Zhiyao nodded dazedly, her fingers gripping his collar tightly.

Shen Jin threw her onto the sofa.

"Look at me." He grabbed her chin, forcing her to open her eyes. "Don't close your eyes."

Lin Zhiyao was forced to look at him, his light gray eyes so close, burning with dark flames.

She felt as if she were about to be set ablaze by the flames, her whole body burning intensely.

Shen Jin lowered his head and kissed her lips, a kiss more fierce than any he had ever given before.

He held the back of her head with one hand, and reached towards ( ) with the other.

Through that thin lace, I ran my fingertips over it heavily.

Lin Zhiyao cried out in surprise, her body arching, but he held her firmly down.

"That sounded so beautiful," Shen Jin whispered near her lips, his breath hot. "Say it again."

He ripped off the obstructing lace and slipped his knuckles inside.

Lin Zhiyao sobbed, scratching red marks on his back with her fingernails.

But the heat inside her body found an outlet, causing her to unconsciously respond to his movements, her waist twisting.

"That's a good boy."

Shen Jin kissed the corner of her eye as a reward, then withdrew his fingers and tore open his shirt.

He unbuckled his belt, the clanging of the metal buckles ringing out clearly in the quiet room.

"Next comes your punishment."