Disciplinary Code chapter 83

Just as Ji Yao had a conflicted personality, being both weak and rebellious, Jiang Heng appeared gentle but had a deep-seated desire for control.

However, this kind of dominance usually remained hidden in his subconscious and only surfaced in two situations—courtrooms and in the bedroom.

Jiang Heng pressed close to Ji Yao’s back, chuckled softly, used one hand to fasten the soft fabric of his robe into a loop around Ji Yao’s wrist, then deftly pulled on the knot, effectively “tying” him to a nearby lamp post by the hot spring.

His actions were swift and practiced, happening in the blink of an eye. Before Ji Yao could react, he found himself captured, turned over by Jiang Heng, and pressed against the poolside.

Ji Yao was all too familiar with his style, to the point that even before Jiang Heng had done anything, his exposed arm was covered in goosebumps.

“You…” Ji Yao gritted his teeth, saying, “After all these years, you still use this tactic.”

Jiang Heng hadn’t even removed his glasses, and his bright red kimono was soaked, clinging wetly to his body, making him look like an enchanting fox.

“The Big Red Fox” raised an eyebrow at Ji Yao’s words and smiled gently.

It seemed like he was deliberately prolonging the “experience.” He sensually placed his palm against the inside of Ji Yao’s elbow, sliding it upward slowly, gripping his wrist.

The next moment, Jiang Heng took a step forward, using his knee to separate Ji Yao’s legs.

“What about it?” Jiang Heng lowered his head slightly, leaned in close to Ji Yao’s ear, licked his earlobe, and whispered seductively, “Do you miss it?”

Ji Yao: “…”

At the mere mention of those words, Ji Yao’s ears tingled, and he instinctively arched his back, trying to move away. The hot spring water splashed as he did so, with a few droplets landing on Jiang Heng’s glasses.

Jiang Heng’s already dim vision suddenly blurred, the water droplets making the world look distorted and surreal. However, Jiang Heng paid no mind to it. He simply lowered his head and kissed Ji Yao passionately.

Ji Yao’s wrist twitched, but Jiang Heng quickly tightened his grip.

The wet fabric had turned cold from the chilly air, and it was fragile yet unyielding. Although Ji Yao could easily free himself, he found himself trapped.

Forget it, Ji Yao thought in resignation, why struggle with something consensual like this?

His peripheral vision involuntarily glanced towards the shore, at the coin and he couldn’t figure out how Jiang Heng managed to win this bet despite feeling so prepared himself.

Was his luck really that good? Ji Yao wondered hazily.

But soon, he had no mental capacity to ponder such matters. Jiang Heng had gently pushed aside his yukata, and using the force of the water, he embraced Ji Yao’s waist.

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Ji Yao seemed disoriented amidst the intense yet gentle kisses. He felt overwhelmed by the heat, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably, and a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

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Sweat evaporated into his eyes through the mist, making Ji Yao uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but blink.

In an instant, the steam filled his vision, and Ji Yao only saw a vast expanse of red shadows descending upon him. Jiang Heng’s cold glasses chain fell onto him, sending shivers down his spine.

Ji Yao shook his head, and the water droplets slid down his eye corners, resembling tear tracks.

For some inexplicable reason, Jiang Heng suddenly stopped, sighing softly. He lowered his head and kissed Ji Yao’s eye corner.

In the cold breeze, the warm and soft touch at the corner of his eye felt particularly distinct. Ji Yao was momentarily taken aback, then realized that Jiang Heng had licked away the water streak.

His heart inexplicably softened, and Ji Yao’s chest swelled with indescribable emotions. He closed his eyes and whispered Jiang Heng’s name.

“Hmm,” Jiang Heng responded quickly.

“I don’t know how I lost,” Ji Yao suddenly said, “but I lost willingly.”

Jiang Heng: “…”

Saying such a thing at this moment was as powerful as a first confession. Jiang Heng’s breath hitched, and he kissed Ji Yao passionately, almost losing control.

Ji Yao had acted on impulse, but he soon paid the price for it.

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Jiang Heng, still smiling, held Ji Yao’s wrist and gently rubbed his slender wrist bone with his fingertip.

The warm spring water almost incessantly washed up on the shore, making the coin shine brightly.

Ji Yao was forced to change his position and lie on the water’s surface. In the corner of his eye, he was fixated on that coin. Jiang Heng seemed to have noticed it, reached out his arm, touched it, and retrieved the coin, placing it in Ji Yao’s mouth.

“I didn’t cheat,” Jiang Heng’s tone slightly lifted, carrying an indescribable sense of pleasure. “Don’t believe me? Check it for yourself.”

Just as Ji Yao was about to speak, Jiang Heng lowered his head and bit into the soft flesh on Ji Yao’s shoulder. Ji Yao instinctively closed his teeth tightly around the coin.

Jiang Heng used one hand to lightly brace Ji Yao’s jaw with his index finger to prevent Ji Yao from accidentally swallowing the coin in excitement.

“Have you checked?” Jiang Heng held Ji Yao’s earlobe and gently nibbled it against his teeth.

Ji Yao held the coin in his mouth, furrowing his brow in silence. He made sounds that were a mix of pain and pleasure from his throat, and his shoulders tensed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jiang Heng finally released him with a hint of mercy. He reached over to take the coin, rubbed Ji Yao’s stiffened cheeks, and opened his kimono.

Ji Yao felt like he had lost half of his life, and he was on the verge of collapsing into the hot spring pool.

Quick to react, Jiang Heng grabbed him, but before Ji Yao could catch his breath, Jiang Heng changed their position. He carried Ji Yao to the shallower area, leaning against the pool wall while placing Ji Yao on his lap.

Ji Yao tried to escape, but Jiang Heng stopped him by wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him back.

“I’m fulfilling your wish,” Jiang Heng innocently squinted his eyes and smiled at Ji Yao.

Ji Yao, feeling sore and frustrated, scooped up a handful of water and weakly retorted, “What wish?”

Casually, Jiang Heng took off his glasses and placed them on the shore, saying, “Six years ago, you made a wish here. Have you forgotten?”

Ji Yao mumbled, “…”

Slowly, Ji Yao’s memory resurfaced. He looked at Jiang Heng and finally, with hindsight, pieced together some fragments from his memory.

Six years ago, after losing a bet, he did make a grand wish: “The next time I come here, I’ll make you wear women’s clothing and make love to you.”

Ji Yao grumbled, “…”

“Wait a minute,” Ji Yao gritted his teeth and said, “My wish was for me to be on top.”

“That’s right.”

Jiang Heng smiled warmly at him, and the bright red kimono slipped down his shoulder, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, making him look like a seductive enchantress.

Ji Yao couldn’t deny that he was drawn by his beauty. While holding his breath, his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Heng, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

The “enchantress” blinked, sounding gentle and reasonable, “You’re the one who wanted to sleep with me.”

Ji Yao, trying to resist, couldn’t say anything before his vision went black—Jiang Heng had removed his kimono belt and blindfolded him.

“Ah Yao,” Jiang Heng embraced him, interrupting his words, and sighed softly, “I love you so much.”