I'm just a lackey of a prestigious academy, why do they all kiss me?

The warm breath lingered on the instep for a few seconds, and suddenly, Jiang Wo was startled back to her senses by a sharp pain.

His instep was bitten.

Jiang Wo was terrified. She knew that those who could enter St. Eton Academy were either intelligent or possessed mental power. If Shen Chuyan was a superhuman with mental power, then his biting ability would be no less than that of an adult hyena.

If Jiang Wo's foot is bitten by such an extraordinary being and not stopped in time, it will be completely ruined.

He also needs to work to earn extra money, and he absolutely cannot have any physical disabilities.

In a panic, Jiang Wo sat up from the mat and tried to push Shen Chuyan's head where she was in pain.

However, he stood up too suddenly, and because his vision was blurry, he bumped his head into Shen Chuyan's forehead.

In an instant, their noses touched, and between breaths, Jiang Wo belatedly realized that his lips seemed to have touched something.

A faint minty scent lingers in the air, like the smell of shaving lotion or toothpaste.

Surprisingly, Shen Chuyan's appearance was extremely aloof, but his lips were warm and soft.

Jiang Wo wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt his lips being touched. The other person's warmth tentatively moved forward a little, and then their lips touched each other lightly, almost touching.

Jiang Wo was stunned for a moment, and then reflexively tried to back away, but to his surprise, Shen Chuyan, who had been resisting fiercely, suddenly changed.

The moment he stepped back, Shen Chuyan followed closely behind as if she had been bewitched.

The two people behind him were still holding onto Shen Chuyan's arms, so he couldn't control his balance and center of gravity when he leaned forward, and he landed heavily on Jiang Wo.

Jiang Wo lay back on the mat, and the man who was pressing down on her landed perfectly on her lips.

The two lips brushed against each other, and because the force of the fall was so great, it gave the illusion of a desperate, passionate rubbing.

Jiang Wo's lips turned red.

The light from outside shone through the windowpane onto Jiang Wo, and the water droplets at the corners of her lips reflected a shimmering luster. The translucent luster covered the dazzling red, creating an indescribable beauty.

Whether it was the scene or something else that stimulated the man on top of him, Shen Chuyan changed her initial demeanor and, as if she had suddenly gone mad, began to kiss him from the corner of his lips upwards.

Jiang Wo had never kissed anyone before, let alone a man. His mind went blank for a while until the man licked open his lips and tried to go further. Only then did Jiang Wo wake up as if from a dream and struggle violently.

His head tilted to the side, but the man grabbed his cheek and pulled it back in an instant. His wet, hot tongue finally entered the city and began to conquer.

Jiang Wo had never been treated like this before, and his eyes welled up with tears almost instantly. With his mouth pressed down, he even had difficulty breathing.

At this moment, the nose seemed to have been forgotten by its owner. He only knew that his mouth was blocked, and apart from the occasional wisp of oxygen he could get through the gaps, he had to find the rest from the other person's mouth.

But the other party did not do as he wished, and clung to him fiercely. Jiang Wo did not know what had gone wrong, which made the protagonist so angry that he wanted to smother him to death.

As the oxygen dwindled, Jiang Wo began to have the illusion that she was about to suffocate. Her eyes were already red and swollen, and her unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her raven-feather-like eyelashes trembling wildly.

Soon, layers of mist rose up, slowly accumulating at the corner of her eye, forming a crystal-clear droplet that dripped slowly down her bright red eye, across her temple, and then disappeared into her soft hair.

Her cheeks were flushed with a peach-like blush, and her already fair face looked as if an extremely rich and vibrant pink had risen from within.

The tip of his nose and his chin were completely red.

Even the most hard-hearted person would feel pity upon seeing such a pitiful sight.

No, it's not necessarily compassion. Human nature is inherently evil. When faced with delicate and beautiful things, what often arises first in our hearts is not the desire to protect, but the desire to destroy.

If you want to bully him even more, it would be best to bully the poor boy until his lips are completely swollen and red, so that he can only whimper in pain and beg for mercy like a spoiled child, and can't think of anything else.

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, but it drove the man to lose his temper even more.

He seemed to have turned into a beast without morality or shame, and for a moment he couldn't think of anything except to oppress his relatives and eat their tongues.

Shen Chuyan knew that this was definitely not his normal state, but what terrified him was that he couldn't stop and didn't want to stop.

The once noisy abandoned warehouse was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Someone swallowed, making a distinct swallowing sound that seemed to trigger a chain reaction, instantly turning the air in the abandoned warehouse hot and scorching.

Someone unconsciously shouted "Holy shit!" and then everyone in the warehouse gradually came to their senses.

Innaheng sat with his legs crossed a short distance away, his eyes darkening, and coldly ordered, "Why aren't you pulling them apart?"

The two tall, muscular boys received orders and forced themselves to snap out of their trance.

The two men exchanged a glance, then stepped forward together, each grabbing one of Shen Chuyan's arms and pulling her up forcefully.

Shen Chuyan kissed so hard that when they were roughly pulled up, their lips made a very loud "pop" sound.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the boy who was still lying on the mat. He had only been pulled up a short while before he struggled to push the boy down again.

The man who was grabbing his right arm kicked him hard in the back of the knee, forcing Shen Chuyan to kneel down.

Despite his frantic attempt to keep pushing forward, he was unable to move because both his arms were tied behind his back.

The prolonged lack of oxygen made Jiang Wo's head feel dizzy. Even after Shen Chuyan left, his breathing continued at the same frequency, taking deep breaths very slowly and gently.

Her chest heaved up and down, and her lips, which had been bitten and sucked for a long time, were slightly swollen.

He had been bullied so badly that his lips were now completely wet, with a deep red base, like a mountain demon that had just drunk a man's blood.

His appearance was too innocent, with a slight frown between his brows and his eyebrows drooping slightly downwards. He was covered in pink and white, crystal clear, and looked pitiful no matter how you looked at him.

The two men escorting Shen Chuyan were closest to him. They stared at the boy, who was still in shock from being kissed, and couldn't help but feel surprised.

Is this boy really part of their group?

Putting everything else aside, just looking at that face, it's clear that he shouldn't have remained unknown until now.

The two men were certain that this was one of the few faces they had ever encountered in their lives that they would never forget after just one glance.

She was too beautiful, especially with her rosy cheeks and watery eyes.

Most of the students at St. Eton are young people in their late teens or early twenties. By this age, they have basically seen and experienced everything that they should and shouldn't know.

Especially for the sons of nobles and the powerful, keeping handsome young men in their private quarters and indulging in their pleasures day and night is a common and unsurprising practice.

Those well-trained boys possessed superior physiques and were highly skilled at pleasing and flattering others. They could serve people who were immersed in the joy of lovemaking all day long, even if they died in bed.

Even so, no matter how skilled these young men were in flattery, they probably couldn't compare to the boy in front of them, who was dressed very plainly and hadn't even bothered to dress up.

It's hard to imagine what a wonderful scene it would be if one kept the boy in front of them in their own territory, bullying him until he cried out in pain every day, and when he was in pain or tired, he would whine and beg for pleasure. His delicate and small face was always flushed, and his eyes were filled with water, looking at people with a mixture of anger and reproach.

This thought did not last long. Soon after, Innaheng, the leader of the crowd, finally stood up from where he had been sitting.

He walked slowly closer, and as he passed Shen Chuyan, he lifted his foot and forcefully ground the tip of his leather shoe against Shen Chuyan's knee.

His voice was cold, like ice and snow in the dead of winter, "Student Shen, have you forgotten that this is a lesson for you, not a place for you to indulge your desires in a spring palace?"

Innaheng is a once-in-a-century S-class superhuman from St. Eton Academy. With this kick, Shen Chuyan's knee will probably be crippled or useless for several months.

Despite the unbearable pain, Shen Chuyan didn't even flinch.

He returned Innaheng's gaze with equal indifference, a thick, gloomy emotion churning in his crimson eyes.

"Untouchables," Innaheng said slowly.

After saying that, he seemed to lose interest and turned to walk in the direction where Jiang Wo was.

"Aren't you getting up?" Innaheng whispered to the boy who was still lying on the mat.

Jiang Wo's head slowly returned to its normal position, and at his elder brother's command, he almost reflexively got up from the mat.

Unfortunately, his body was somewhat out of control, and he struggled to crawl. After kneeling on the mat, his body swayed unsteadily.

Jiang Wo tried her best to steady herself.

His glasses had not yet been found, so the whole world in front of him was an extremely blurry, mixed mass of colors.

However, he dared not neglect Prince Innaheng, so he could only maintain his posture until Prince Innaheng finished explaining the follow-up matters and left before he looked for his glasses.

Innaheng seemed to be attracted by his crooked, swaying figure, like a roly-poly toy, and after a while, she actually squatted down in front of him.

A force came from his face, as if two fingers were pinching and pulling his cheek flesh outwards.

Innaheng found it strange that someone could look one way when wearing glasses and another way when taking them off.

Moreover, how old is this person in front of me? Why do they still have two lumps of soft flesh on their face that haven't gone down, the kind of lumps that only children have?

He couldn't resist pulling for a while until Jiang Wo started to cry out in pain softly, then he stopped using force and just pinched her gently.

Innaheng looked down at the boy in front of her.

His eyelashes were completely wet with tears, stuck together, and turned into clusters like sunflowers.

As someone pinched her face, her eyelashes trembled finely for a while.

Innaheng stared into his eyes and asked casually, "What's your name?"

Even with her cheek still in someone else's hands, Jiang Wo still answered honestly, "My name is Jiang Wo." However, due to the influence of her cheek, her voice became somewhat muffled and weak.

"Ginger lettuce? Which snail? The snail in snail?" Inna asked.

Jiang Wo patiently and methodically explained, "No, it's the 'lettuce' in 'lettuce'."

His serious expression was actually quite funny. Inaheng couldn't help but pinch his cheek again and smiled, "Got it, little snail, your glasses."

As he spoke, he casually hooked the glasses off the cushion and placed them on Jiang Wo's nose before getting up and leaving.

When Jiang Wo was able to see clearly, she only had time to see Ying Naheng's departing figure.

He sat on the cushion, stunned for a moment, before slowly putting on his shoes and socks, muttering to himself as he did so, "It's not snail, it's lettuce."