Collection of sin - Officer Wang's secret fantasies (ZhanYi-FF)

(BDSM) The Professor and his kinky student

TRIGGER WARNING: BDSM 🔞 (marked, so you can stop if you don't feel comfortable to read)

A/N: This book includes only Wang Yi Bo's pov as it is a collection of his dreams/fantasies and all details are limited to his perception. 

Mental protocol, entry 25, documenting the impending irreversible collapse of my mental state.

Dear diary:

Haven't seen you in a while. Well, not that I missed you. You are certainly not the best option for my mental support, but the only way I could transmit some thoughts that manifest in my head but are too difficult for me to voice out. And as a useless piece of paper, you have no choice anyway. It's either you listen to my outpourings, or it's the fireplace.

As you know, I was kidnapped to Italy by my deranged Neanderthal for a few days. I needed some time to recuperate from certain activities that were so much harder to bear in reality than inside my stupid, foolish brain.

Yeah... who would have thought that the idiot tried to reenact everything exactly like I imagined? Everything! I kept asking myself until today where he got the fucking birds from...

But let's talk about my newest mental experience. I have to say, I've dreamed about many things with questionable origin since I've been in the fangs of this personification of sexual desires, but this time I seriously began to suspect that my already malfunctioning brain suffered from severe damage. Not to mention the lack of being blessed with useful skills like self-preservation or survival instincts.

My so-called fantasy sent me back to my early years as a police officer trainee... and it sent someone with me who definitely didn't belong there!

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"How could you be so stupid?!"

"Shut up! It was your idea!"

"How could I have known that you would run straight into your doom and let yourself be wrecked like this... Wait, no, I should have known. You are way too dumb to make reasonable decisions."

"What kind of trash friend are you? Stop insulting me and help me to walk. We can't be late on our first day. The Chief would skin us alive!"

"And whose fault is that? Be grateful that I'm even here. I could have left you in front of our dorm. Still, in my endless generosity, I sacrificed my morning kisses with Jiyang to save your pitiful ass! Goddammit, why are you so heavy!?"

"Morning kisses, my ass! You have to take responsibility for luring me into that trap!"

"I told you to ask him for a drink! Not to offer yourself as a late-night snack!"

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a new episode of my seriously fucked up life as a new recruit of the Beijing Police Department.

Last night that good-for-nothing and empathically misguided idiot Xue Yang, my questionable choice of a best friend, and I attended a welcoming party for us new recruits in a local bar.

Long story short, and to spare me the memory of several embarrassing moments that involved various stages of alcohol-related mental impairment: The nature of my way of celebrating was worth reconsidering.

Reason? The evident problem I was facing. The aftermath of that "celebration" was killing me.

Which led me to the obviously humiliating situation my poor pathetic self had to endure. My back ached like an eighty-year-old man's with arthritis, and my ass felt as if it had been torn apart and stitched back together the wrong way.

Looking back, I admit my action made me consider myself as a case of non compos mentis...

Anyway, the origin of my delicate condition had nothing better to do than to constantly complain about how allegedly stupid I was.