The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

Long, slender fingers, like cool, serpentine snakes, slowly wrapped around Li Ruo's waist, then five fingers, like iron hoops, embedded themselves inch by inch into the soft flesh of her waist.

With an irresistible force, Li Ruo was suddenly pulled backward.

Her back bumped into a slender yet unusually firm chest, and the gloomy aura mixed with paint and turpentine, along with a faint hint of blood, instantly enveloped her.

"Jiang Wu! You..."

Li Ruo's heart skipped a beat, and her pupils contracted sharply.

Jiang Wu's pale chin rested on the top of her head, his warm breath spraying onto her ear.

Despite their intimate posture, it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Sister... is naughty."

His voice was very soft, like a lover's whisper.

"Always smiling at others and letting them touch my things has made my collection... impure."

The arm that was wrapped around her waist was tightening its grip, as if trying to meld her into its very bones.

Jiang Wu gently brushed his chin against her hair, past her earlobe, and down her beautiful swan neck, finally resting it against the crook of her neck.

The damp, flaxen hair brushed against her itchy spot, bringing a cold, sticky sensation.

He inhaled deeply and greedily the scent of her hair and neck, his amber pupils shrinking to pinpoints in the dim light of the studio.

"Why don't we just die together..."

His eyes held a dark storm of intense infatuation, insane jealousy, and impending destruction.

Li Ruo instinctively tried to struggle, but Jiang Wu's strength was astonishing.

"Jiang Wu, let go of my hand and listen to me..."

She tried to calm her down.

"Shh..."

Jiang Wu pressed his pale, thin lips to her earlobe, his soft lips gently caressing her skin there:

"Sister...it's so noisy."

He had somehow acquired a long, thin syringe in his other hand, the needle gleaming coldly in the dim light of the studio.

"Naughty older sister... needs quiet."

Before he could finish speaking, he didn't even give Li Ruo any time to react. Quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, he stuck the needle into the side of her neck!

Li Ruo only felt the cold needle tip pierce her skin, a slight stinging sensation followed.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of cold liquid was rapidly pushed into the body.

Before she could even cry out, a wave of intense dizziness and weakness overwhelmed her.

"Jiang... Wu..."

She moved her lips in vain, and Jiang Wu's pale and delicate face began to blur and distort before finally fading into darkness.

Jiang Wu pulled out the syringe and casually tossed it aside.

His amber eyes gleamed with a feverish excitement in the dim light as he stared intently at Li Ruo, who had collapsed in his arms, completely powerless to resist.

"My sister is asleep...that's good."

He murmured softly, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child, yet it was also like the whisper of a demon, carrying a chilling sense of satisfaction.

He bent down and carefully lifted Li Ruo into his arms, as if he were holding a fragile and rare treasure, and carried her toward the heavy door at the deepest part of the studio.

The girl's body was very light, and she seemed even more fragile in his arms, like a beautiful rag doll that had just been taken from a shop window.

Jiang Wu carried her and walked steadily toward the secret door at the deepest part of the studio, a door that was never opened to outsiders.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, you enter a space completely different from the studio outside, with cold stone walls on all four sides.

There was no easel, no paint, and no window.

The lighting was provided by a few dim wall lamps embedded in the corners of the walls.

The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, a fragrance made from some special spices, and a mixture of smells like old wood and dried blood.

In the center of the room stood a uniquely shaped bed covered with black silk.

Various tools and cold medical instruments hang on the walls.

The bed has sturdy metal rings at its four corners, which are connected to velvet ropes of the same dark red color.

Jiang Wu gently placed the half-conscious Li Ruo on the bed.

The cool, silky touch of the silk seeped through the thin fabric, sending a shiver down Li Ruo's groggy mind.

The black silk made her exposed skin appear even whiter, and her long chestnut-brown hair spread out like a handful of thick seaweed.

With her eyes half-open and half-closed, her long eyelashes cast quiet shadows beneath them, and her breathing was light and shallow, as if she were slightly tipsy, captivating and enchanting.

Jiang Wu stared at her intently for a long while.

Then he turned around and took out a large roll of bright red ribbon, as vivid as blood, from a carved wooden box.

The ribbon was extremely long and had a cool, smooth feel to the touch.

It looks like the skin of some kind of cold-blooded animal.

He returned to the bedside, knelt on one knee, and began to carefully wrap the red ribbon around Li Ruo's wrist, circle by circle.

The movements were very light and slow, even carrying a sense of devout ritual.

The ribbon wrapped around her slender wrist and tied a complex and secure knot in the metal ring at the head of the bed.

Then continue upwards, wrapping around the forearm, and around the elbow...

Each ring fits snugly.

It wouldn't be too tight to hurt her, but it was tight enough to ensure she couldn't break free.

Next was the other wrist, also bound by a red ribbon and fixed to the corner of the bed on the other side.

Then comes the ankle.

The delicate white ankles, wrapped in red ribbons, presented a breathtakingly fragile beauty.

Jiang Wu's fingertips lingered on her delicate skin, feeling her slightly cool body temperature, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid.

He also secured her feet to the metal rings at the foot of the bed.

The red ribbon continued to meander, wrapping around her calves, knees, thighs...

This doesn't look like a complete binding, but more like a decoration, a mark.

A red ribbon meandered and coiled across her fair skin, forming an eerie and alluring pattern that tightly bound her to the black bed.

It was as if she was born to be bound here, to become the only living exhibit in this dark space.

Finally, Jiang Wu picked up a slightly shorter piece of red ribbon, bent down, and gently wrapped it around Li Ruo's neck.

The ribbon crossed behind her neck, went around to the front, and tied a delicate bow above her exquisite collarbone.

The excess ribbons hung down, draped over her chest, and rose and fell gently with her faint breaths.

After doing all this, Jiang Wu took two steps back, stood by the bed, and quietly admired her masterpiece.

In the dim light, the girl was bound to a black velvet bed with a red ribbon, like a carefully wrapped gift waiting to be unwrapped.

It's like a beautiful moth caught in a spider's web, unable to struggle.

Fragile.

pure.

Yet it also carries a decadent beauty of being imprisoned and at the mercy of others.

Jiang Wu's pupils dilated, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.

The flames of possessiveness, destructiveness, and annihilation burned fiercely in his amber eyes.

He wanted more than just to collect his sister's beauty.

He longed to touch this beauty with his own hands, to feel its trembling, and to hear its sobs.

even……

He disassembled her, reassembled her, and made her stained with his colors and branded with his mark from the inside out.

Just like with his most satisfying paintings, he used the most extreme methods to delve deeply into creation.

He slowly walked forward and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Cool fingers caressed Li Ruo's cheek, slid down the curve of her jaw to her neck, and gently stroked the red bow.

"elder sister……"

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice husky and lingering:

"They said... you smile at other people, let other people touch you, you're afraid of me, you think I'm a pervert, a madman..."

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips, and Li Ruo unconsciously frowned in her half-conscious state.

"They're all lying to me, aren't they?"

Jiang Wu's eyes became stubborn and gloomy:

"How could my sister be afraid of me? She clearly... loves me the most."

"But……"

His voice suddenly deepened, carrying a hint of grievance and a frenzied rage, the darkness in his eyes almost overflowing:

"My sister smiled at Gu Yan today. Gu Yan asked you to answer a question, and you obediently went upstairs."

"He praised you, and you're so happy..."

"My sister is mine... and can only be mine..."

He murmured, as if hypnotizing himself, or as if making a declaration to the unconscious Li Ruo.

"If they dare to steal it..."

Jiang Wu's lips curled into a morbid smile, his eyes flashing with a destructive light:

"I'll kill them all."

"Then, we'll hide my sister here forever... just the two of us..."

"We'll draw together, eat together, sleep together... forever and ever together..."

"OK?"

He didn't get an answer, and he didn't care.

He lowered his head, his cool lips pressed against Li Ruo's tightly closed eyelids, and then against the tip of her nose.

Finally, it lingered on her slightly parted, soft lips.

It wasn't a kiss.

Like a mark, a taste.

He stuck out his tongue and gently licked her lips, tasting a faint sweet fragrance that belonged to her, mixed with the slightly bitter taste of the tranquilizer.

"elder sister……"

He mumbled incoherently, his eyes glazed over:

"You smell like someone else... I don't like it..."

He began to work, carefully using his fingernails to loosen the straps of her thin nightgown.

Black silk, bright red ribbons, fair skin...

The strong color contrasts are visually striking.

Jiang Wu's eyes grew darker and his breathing became heavier.

He was like a devout yet greedy believer, uncovering the final layer of veil from the idol.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch more taboos—

He frowned.

My sister's dress is so ugly.

We need to change it to his favorite color.

Jiang Wu reached for the utility knife beside the bed and slowly sliced ​​through the thin fabric with its sharp blade...

As time passed by, second by second.

"Well……"

A soft groan, tinged with pain, escaped from Li Ruo's throat.

The effects of the drug seemed to be waning; her eyelashes trembled violently, and her brows furrowed, as if she were struggling against the darkness, trying to regain her senses.

Li Ruo felt as if her consciousness was sinking into the deep sea, surrounded by cold darkness.

Something was binding her, preventing her from moving.

A cold, damp sensation lingered on my lips, and it felt like something was binding my neck...

Fear seeped into my very bones instantly, like ice water!

She suddenly opened her eyes!

What came into view was dim, eerie lighting and an unfamiliar black ceiling...

The source of that sweet floral scent in the air has also been found.

On the bedside table sat a crystal vase filled with a large bunch of vibrant red roses.

But the edges of the petals had begun to turn black and curl, emitting a decaying, dying fragrance.

She wanted to move.

But he found that his whole body was limp and he couldn't muster any strength.

Not only the lingering effects of the sedative, but also...

Li Ruo's gaze moved downwards with difficulty.

The sight that met her eyes sent chills down her spine!

She lay on a large bed covered with black silk sheets, wearing only a thin, pure white silk slip dress.

These aren't her clothes!

It was obviously Jiang Wu who changed it!

Her wrists, ankles, and even waist were bound and wrapped in layers of a cool, smooth, bright red silk ribbon.

The ribbon was tied in an extremely delicate and complex way, ensuring that she could not break free, but not so tightly that it would cause obvious pain or bruising.

It's like a carefully designed decoration.

She was tied to the bed in a spread-eagle position, her limbs slightly pulled apart, looking fragile and helpless.

What terrified her even more was!

Directly opposite the foot of the bed stood a huge easel, covered with a canvas that was half-finished.

Jiang Wu stood by the easel and painted.

He changed into a pure black silk shirt and trousers, which made his skin appear even paler and more translucent, like a vampire emerging from a medieval castle.

Her flaxen, slightly wavy hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, partially obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

He held a paintbrush smeared with scarlet paint in his hand, facing the canvas with his back to Li Ruo, and remained motionless.

The room was eerily quiet.

Li Ruo could only hear her own heartbeat quickening slightly with fear.

"Are you awake, sister?"

Jiang Wu didn't turn around, but her voice came clearly, carrying a sense of calm and contentment.

Li Ruo opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but found her throat dry and hoarse, unable to produce a complete sound.

Jiang Wu didn't seem to care about her answer.

He slowly turned around.

When Li Ruo saw his current appearance, her heart sank.

Jiang Wu's lips curled into an extremely gentle smile, while her amber eyes held an intense, unyielding infatuation and possessiveness.

There was also a devastating excitement that sent chills down Li Ruo's spine.

His gaze, undisguised in its desire, swept over her body, bound by the red ribbon.

From her delicate, slightly upturned neck to the undulating curves beneath her nightgown, and then to her slender limbs tightly bound.

"So beautiful..."

He murmured to himself, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

"My sister looks even more beautiful with the red ribbon wrapped around her than I imagined."

He walked slowly to the bedside and bent down.

Cool fingers gently brushed across Li Ruo's cheek.

Her fingertips, still sticky with red paint, left a glaring mark on her pale skin.

His lips pressed against hers, leaving a cool, moist sensation:

"Sister...it smells so good, it's so soft, it's so sweet."

His hand slowly climbed up her waist, moving all the way up to...

Li Ruo's pupils widened in horror.

She struggled fiercely, but the red ribbon was tied very tightly, and the effects of the medicine hadn't completely worn off; her body was limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

"Jiang Wu! What...what do you want to do to me?!"

The warm, humid air of the river mist gently wafted over, burning the tips of her ears:

"Do……"