**Warning**
Again, this is not how real life should be portrayed. Do not believe that this is what real life is like, please. MATURE WARNING THROUGHOUT CHAPTER. Same thing as always.
Today was special. It consisted of a lot of things.
Today was the day Sun Hui would post the photos up.
Today was the day Wang Shuo would be ruined, or at least slightly humiliated.
Today was the day Sun Lin's heart was broken in an even more painful way than originally planned.
Today was the day that Sun Hui served his vengeance for the original body.
Today was...happy, exciting.
So...why did he feel slightly guilty with each passing moment? Why did it feel like at any second, he would drown or suffocate?
Why? Why? Sun Hui couldn't help but want to bang his head somewhere on something hard. Maybe then he could get some sense knocked into him. He shouldn't feel guilty...so why?
On top of that, ever since three days ago and the fourth day of being here, Wang Shuo has upped his game. And Sun Hui being Sun Hui, had to repay it back. It's been awful waking up every morning, face red, full of regret and shame. He should stop, but if he stopped he would be giving up the game. He couldn't have that.
Wang Shuo had stopped beating up Sun Hui, but Sun Hui was convinced he would rather had been beaten up than teased. He was always embarrassed about getting release in the school bathroom. If Wang Shuo didn't tease him in school, he wouldn't have this problem.
If Sun Hui never masturbated in front of Wang Shuo that day, he wouldn't have this problem.
Stupid, stupid! I'm the reason why this monster is going after me! Why couldn't I have done something simpler that day? Sun Hui hit his forehead with the side of his fist.
What's worse? Sun Hui found himself beginning to look forward to Wang Shuo teasing him and then teasing back. He found himself thinking that the "war" was going too far now. He was afraid that if they continued, he would never look back.
That's why I have to do this. Sun Hui nodded to himself as he printed out the copies of photos and the messages he took pictures of and connected all the videos he found into one solid flash drive.
Sex tapes, including the one with Sun Lin? Check.
Photos? Check.
Messages? Check.
The whole time, Sun Hui had been wearing plastic gloves so that way they couldn't trace his fingerprints back to him. He looked at the clock. It was two o'clock in the morning. He had planned on going to the school way before the teachers and students. That way, they wouldn't see him and the morning announcements that came on the TVs would already be showcasing the videos on a loop.
Here it goes. I really hope there's no fluke. With that said, Sun Hui put on a black ski mask to avoid the cameras and placed the goods in a plastic bag. He kept his plastic gloves on and quietly left his room. Sun Lin and his parents were asleep, their doors closed. Sun Hui crept down the stairs as quietly as he could, but the staircase still creaked under his weight. His parents and sister still slept on.
This isn't for me, this is for the original Sun Hui. If I do this, I would have completed one of his last wishes. Sun Hui repeated this to himself in order to ease his guilt. He had to remember what Wang Shuo originally did. He needed to pay.
Apparently, his lower region disagreed with him. Just anything with Wang Shuo involved got it excited. Sun Hui gave up on the "I'm not gay," "I'm not attracted," and "I hate him" mantras because they never stuck with his little brother. Sun Hui could only groan in annoyance.
Sun Hui closed his eyes, remembering the events of yesterday.
"Stupid Wang Shuo! It's like he planted a seed in my brain," Sun Hui's thoughts had accidentally wandered to Wang Shuo during class, so he had to rush to the bathroom at the nearest time opportunity. He knew at this time, Wang Shuo was looking for him to continue their game.
Maybe I can just hide in here. He won't check the bathroom, right? Sun Hui thought. Besides, he was in a private stall and the door was locked.
He deeply wished that Wang Shuo could just leave him alone, personally and mentally. He felt like Wang Shuo was some kind of mind controller. Sun Hui believed he finally knew Wang Shuo's plan: to get inside his head until all he can think about was him. If he did that, then Sun Hui would be at his mercy.
Sounds like something he does with girls. Sun Hui concluded that this was why he analyzed people. This is why he was so control obsessed. It was his nature, his special ability. It's probably how he got the complaining to turn down, too.
Sun Hui pulled up his pants and did his belt before stepping out of the stall. To his surprise, Wang Shuo was leaning against a sink. He arched an eyebrow, "You were jacking off to me?"
"Not to you. Because of you," Sun Hui rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up. Sun Hui's face was all sweaty from all the panting and moaning.
"Really? Because I heard you say my name and moan from outside. You should keep it down, someone else might hear you," Wang Shuo said.
This made Sun Hui turn red in embarrassment. He could hear me?
But then his embarrassment turned to anger, a usual change when it came to Wang Shuo. He registered his comment as a double meaning. A threat? A warning? A possessive remark? Sun Hui doubted the last one. Wang Shuo was straight as a plank.
"You started this mess, asshole!" Sun Hui spat.
"I'm not the one who started it, Sun Hui," his voice carried an edge. He leaned into Sun Hui, his breath fanning his face. Their mouths centimeters apart. "Move aside, and wait here. I heard you jack off, it's only fair if you hear me."
"I don't want to hear you!" Sun Hui crinkled his nose.
"You will. You have no choice in this game, now," Wang Shuo's silver eyes carried a dark glint. His bangs were in his face, making him even sexier.
"I damn well have a choice!" Sun Hui snapped.
Wang Shuo threw his head back and laughed the nice laugh Sun Hui liked. He's been laughing a lot, and Sun Hui couldn't help but feel smug he caused and heard such a beauty.
It was by this time he had given up his mantras. What was the use? His member would stand erect again, and Sun Hui would continue to take care of it with Wang Shuo in mind. It was just words at this point. Meaningless words.
"It's cute that you think that," Wang Shuo said, going in the stall. "Do I need to make you to prove my point?"
Sun Hui gulped. He knew what that meant. It's what made him realize what Wang Shuo was doing, after all. He would tease him, leaving him nothing but a panting mess until all he could do was agree to Wang Shuo. And every time he did that, it left him rock hard.
Whenever Wang Shuo did this, it made him feel two very contradicting emotions. He felt like his freewill was stripped again, and all he could do was be forced to do every given command. He also felt like everything he did was his choice. That he was brave enough to make the decision. In reality, he was just playing Wang Shuo's game.
"Fine," Sun Hui mumbled, earning a grin from Wang Shuo.
He couldn't get rid of Wang Shuo's moans and grunts from his head for the rest of the day. It was the first time he actually heard them.
Sun Hui opened his eyes, staring at the school. To his luck, the window of the recording room for the announcements was opened. It was on the second level, but Sun Hui knew how to climb. The bricks were slightly indented, deep enough for a foot hold.
When he got to the window, he dropped the bag into the room and swung himself in. The computer on the desk in the corner at the back of the room was connected to the TVs. Every morning, two students from the student council would report daily news using the computer's camera. This time, though, the computer would report Wang Shuo's "activities." As soon as it was turned on, the flash drive would activate. The TVs were all over—the hallways, cafeteria, bathrooms, and classrooms. No matter where you were, you would see and hear it.
Sun Hui, still wearing plastic gloves, stuck the flash drive in the computer. Then, taking the bag, unlocked the door and started hanging up the photos all over the school bulletin boards and on doors of classrooms. When he was done, it was four o'clock.
All he could do now is go home and wait it out.
But...why did he still felt guilty?