***Warning***
Okay, before you read this chapter, I would like to say this is when the cringe starts. It gets really bad. I wrote this two years ago and my writing wasn't the greatest then (not even close to great). So, unless you can stomach heavy cringe, unrealistic, inaccurate, plot hole stories...I would tread carefully. I'll put a warning up for each chapter that tends to have the most cringe or will be the most triggering. Again, I highly recommend you read To Forever Love Him on my other account with the rewritten and edited versions. This chapter contains mature content and gross, graphic descriptions such as offensive name calling, abusive violence, and sexual content.
Sun Hui went to class, his desk covered in foul words. Some of them were so creative, he couldn't help but arch an eyebrow and laugh. This caused a few people around him to stare.
You have to try harder than that, now. Nothing is as painful as dying over and over again, Sun Hui inwardly sneered and sat down at his desk.
At five o'clock, the end bell rang. According to his memories, Sun Hui was supposed to be beat up during lunchtime, then again after school. At lunchtime, he simply avoided Wang Shuo and his group by staying in the classroom for the two whole hours.
The AI 006 was indeed reprogrammed to help him. He made 006 connect to the security system so he could watch out for Wang Shuo in the halls. Sun Hui couldn't help but like the feeling that AI 006 has no more control. Oh, how he missed his freewill.
Sun Hui scowled at what he was seeing. Wang Shuo was currently waiting by his classroom, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were narrowed dangerously. How can someone smoke in school? He is taking the bribes way too far!
On the other hand, he was happy that he frustrated the asshole. Sun Hui quickly opened the classroom window, planning on escaping through there. His plan was to anger Wang Shuo to the point of no return. He was going to outsmart his every move, guaranteeing failure for Wang Shuo. And then at the end of it all, he was going to do something that will ruin him forever.
After opening the window and then the screen, Sun Hui silently prayed his thanks for being on the first floor before making his way out.
Not wasting a second, Sun Hui broke into a sprint.
When he arrived home, he immediately cursed his body. I always get the out of shape ones...
Sun Hui came to the conclusion that this body was just too pure and innocent. Of course, he changed his thoughts at the last minute (obviously). Still, how could he bare to like an asshole like Wang Shuo? He knew that he bullied him, turned everyone against him, and was a player. He even told Sun Lin to stay away in concern of her safety. How could he stand her? If I was him back then, I wouldn't give the asshole and bitch the time of day. It's a pity Wang Shuo doesn't care about Sun Lin—they are a perfect pair.
Doesn't matter now. I need to find a way to get some photos... Sun Hui had decided that in a week's time, he would post up photos of Wang Shuo all over the school. Right now, he needed to focus on finding a job.
His breathing heavy, Sun Hui made his way to his bedroom upstairs. This time, he took the time to take it all in. His bedroom was quite small in proportion to the rest of the house. It had twin sized bed that already took up half of the space. Back when his family was civil, they had gifted him an expensive laptop. It laid on a desk right beside his bed. When his parents found out about his secret, they never bothered to take away the laptop or his phone. It was too expensive, and they didn't want to waste money. However, they did made him move into the tiniest room in the house. Apparently, "faggots" weren't allowed to have maximum luxury.
The whole room was unpainted, so he had to deal with dirty white walls and a scratched up wooden floor.
Sun Hui was thankful that his birth givers no longer paid attention to his actions as long as it didn't affect their reputation. Otherwise, finding a job would be more difficult. Locking the door in case Sun Lin came to demand his whereabouts for her boyfriend, Sun Hui booted up the computer.
The closest job that was taking sixteen year olds was a family restaurant by his school. Luckily, the job he would be taking was in the back. It was a dish washer job, and the pay was decent. He'd be able to buy his own food within a few months. He'll be sure to take note of the days his family isn't home in order to sneak some food until then. Living a few lifetimes, Sun Hui could easily handle eating small amounts a day without going too hungry.
After filling out an application and printing it out, he stuffed it in his book bag. He looked at the time—seven thirty-five. He was surprised his sperm sharer hadn't come banging on his door yet. Sun Hui paid no mind to it, not caring. He slung his book bag over his shoulder and made his way down to the restaurant.
Half way there, Sun Hui was suddenly yanked by his book bag into the alley. His eyes slightly widened. Crap, I haven't been checking on him!
He caught a glimpse of those narrowed, sharp silver eyes before he felt a punch to his gut. He coughed out some blood, but he didn't say anything. He didn't cry, either. Living several lifetimes where he always died rather painfully, a few punches was nothing.
This must have angered Wang Shuo. He ran a muscled big hand through his silver side swept banged hair and let out a growl. The action was kind of hot, but that "hot action" was ruined by a kick. Oh, he alternates. How lovely.
"Where were you, nerd? I waited for you at lunch and after school. You know I hate it when you're late," Wang Shuo grinded his teeth and punched him in the stomach again. Because the body was so weak and that Sun Hui was sensitive at the stomach, he hunched over and threw up. Wang Shuo scrunched up his nose, "You're so weak and disgusting, Fag. Pathetic."
He kicked Sun Hui over, and Sun Hui was really grateful he didn't land in his puke.
"What are you doing? Give me a fucking answer. Let me hear your screams and begging!" Wang Shuo began to assault the arms next. Sun Hui was positive his shoulder was either dislocated or his arm was broken. Why did I have to have a weak body?
"No," Sun Hui coughed. "I will not scream, beg, or answer anymore. I'm through with you! You hear me? I fucking hate you so much, asshole."
Wang Shuo looked livid. His eyebrows scrunched and his eyes narrowed even more into slits. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, baring his teeth. "You dare defy me? Remember that I ruined your life, and that I'll ruin it again and again."
He bent down to Sun Hui's cowered height, "Watch your back, Fag."
"Challenge fucking accepted," Sun Hui spat in his face. Wang Shuo flicked it off of his cheek, glaring. With one last kick to the stomach, he left.
Sun Hui waited a few minutes to catch his breath before standing up. He couldn't repair his body so easily without any spiritual energy, so he decided to fix the problem himself.
After applying pressure to find out what the problem was (he did have a dislocated shoulder), he did his best to relocate it. After a few attempts, he finally succeeded. Once again, the pain was no problem compared to a thousand deaths.
Doing his best to wipe off his face by using some spare tissues in a secret pocket in his book bag, he walked the rest of the way a little slumped over. He had to put his acting skills to use once he met the employees working. He wanted to have a good impression. He would also make sure to stay clear, in case they smell his "just-threw-up" breath. That would be embarrassing and disgusting for both him and the fellow innocent victims.
Straightening his posture, although it was difficult, he went into the restaurant.
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~~Mature~~
As soon as Wang Shuo was back at his mansion-like house, he let out a ferocious roar and hit his bedroom wall. When he pulled his fist back, his knuckles were covered in blood.
That little...he's going to pay! Panting heavily, Wang Shuo couldn't help but be disappointed in Sun Hui's reaction. He wanted him screaming and begging, like how he used to. When Sun Hui defied him for the first time, he couldn't help but feel powerless against him. Ever since he was little, Wang Shuo always got what he wanted. He was, in a way, spoiled. When he wanted a girl, he will do any means to get that girl on his bed. Sometimes it left the girl frightened or wanting more than necessary. Wang Shuo didn't do love, he just wanted to fuck a good body when he saw it to the point it became an obsession. He always wanted control in a situation. He controlled the teachers, the students, his family, and his girls. When Sun Hui challenged him, he couldn't help but feel like he lost the power and control he so loved. He needed control, he needed it like he needed oxygen.
Wang Shuo suddenly felt a tightening in his pants. He chuckled almost insanely. I got hard again...
Wang Shuo, in desperate need of release, unbuckled his pants and fisted his hard member, stroking it gently. He was proud of his cock. It was big, long, thick, hard...he measured it a few times. Last time he checked, it was almost eleven inches. He always thought that his cock was the handsomest part of his body.
His strokes began to get faster as he imagined a pretty beauty beneath him, bound up and gagged. He imagined seeing the saliva seep out of her mouth from the lack of swallowing and intense choking, making him lick his lips in delight.
Then, the scene changed. Instead of a woman, it was a boy. A cock cage was settled on his penis and his arms were bound behind him. His neck was collared and chained to the bed. Black eyes looked up at him as he began to moan and beg, calling out "Master" over and over again.
Wang Shuo's silver eyes darkened, his speed abnormal. He squirted out his semen, plopping down onto the bed in pants. He never imagined fucking a boy before, he wasn't gay. However, that wasn't what made him confused and angry. The boy was none other than Sun Hui. Strangely, just thinking about it again, his cock began to thicken again.
He needed something, and he needed it now. He just needed his sister, and surely he won't think about that again. He was just upset he didn't cry this time.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number.
"I'm coming over. Be ready."