Yandere short story collection

9) Disciple and Master

　　"Master has had some enlightenment recently and is in seclusion. I'm afraid he won't be able to attend the Qingmiao Peak ceremony. Please forgive me, senior brother." A beautiful and graceful young man in green respectfully bowed slightly to the young man in white opposite him to apologize.

　　"No, no, you are too polite, junior brother." The young man in white waved his hands repeatedly, "Master's enlightenment is a great benefit to the entire cultivation world. It's us who are bothering you. Qingmiao Peak wishes Master great success this time."

　　"Thank you for your good words, senior brother." After the young man in green politely sent off the disciples of Qingmiao Peak, he smiled with an ambiguous meaning and flashed back to a pure and elegant bamboo house deep in the green bamboo forest on the mountainside.

　　In the center of the room filled with the fragrance of bamboo and wood, through the layers of white curtains. There was a slight bulge, deep in the bed. The young man in green lifted the thin quilt, revealing a beautiful body covered with purple marks. He moved his hands on your delicate and snow-white skin in fascination, his eyes revealing deep obsession.

　　"Master, did you sleep well last night?" The young man in green lowered his head and looked at you with concern, "Did you feel comfortable with my service?"

　　You trembled. Your face was pale with anger. You wanted to scold this evil beast who was committing treason, but because of the white ribbon tied in your mouth, you could only make a mumbling sound.

　　He slowly took off the bamboo green outer shirt you always loved, leaving only the snow-white inner shirt. He fascinatedly pressed his lips on the long-lasting marks left by last night's madness, as if he wanted to stamp you with a permanent mark that belonged only to him.

　　"Master, Master, why don't you say anything? What should I do? I want it again." He slowly and firmly squeezed his legs between your legs in your angry eyes.

　　Your hands and feet were nailed with soul-locking needles, and you couldn't use any spiritual energy. Your body, which was no different from that of an ordinary person, was even more powerless because of the non-stop manipulation last night.

　　He moved his lips to your collarbone, and kept lingering in the depression for a long time as if he was having fun. He held your hands behind your back with one hand, and with the other hand he reached into your still swollen private parts. His two fingers went in and out, imitating some kind of movement. The overused part was still sensitive, and you couldn't help but moan as he moved more and more quickly, making a weak sound like a kitten.

　　Finally, after he moved dozens of times quickly, it felt like fireworks were exploding in your mind. Your lower body was already muddy, and your body was so soft that you couldn't move at all.

　　But he took out those two fingers and placed them in front of your eyes. His fingers were slender and slender, which you had praised many times in the past, but now they were covered with sticky liquid.

　　"Master, look, this is all yours. Is Master happy when your disciple does this? Is it comfortable? Will you like your disciple?" He is like a child seeking praise, and his innocent look makes people reluctant to blame him.

　　You feel a little sad, because this is the disciple you used to dote on and love. His words only make you feel humiliated and embarrassed, and your face, which is full of lustful flush, looks even more gorgeous.

　　The next moment, what makes you even more unbelievable is that he actually put his finger into his mouth and sucked it gently. You are furious when you see this, your eyes are red as if they are filled with blood, and your mouth is full of tears.