Author: hoenimochi (Page 5 of 85)

       He is actually…the Hurricane?

       Chu Yunhan gritted his teeth secretly. He still remembered that in the Chu family’s old house, this bastard and another helper blindfolded him and tied his hands. He cleaned him from inside to out and then packed him up and sent him to Chu Yichen’s bed.

       Looking back now, this man was very skillful in giving him an enema. He didn’t expect that he was one of the top doms in this club.

       Wait… why did he appear in the Chu family’s old house at that time?

       What is his relationship with Chu Yichen?

       Numerous thoughts appeared in Chu Yunhan’s head, and his eyes were fixed on each other with a hesitant expression. The man named Hurricane also looked at him—his gaze slowly sweeping from top to bottom. Although this man was leaning on the service desk, looking carefree, his eyes were as bright and sharp as the stars in the night. When the guy looked at him, it gave the illusion of being seen through. This feeling seemed familiar and reminded him of Chu Yichen.

       In just a short moment, Chu Yunhan was so nervous that a thin layer of sweat formed on his back, and he unconsciously touched his face with his hand.

       He wore a mask and had only one interaction with this man.

       Probably…can’t recognise him.

       Just when he was feeling uneasy, the man narrowed his eyes slightly and said lazily in his voice, “Newcomer?”

       Ben, who was kneeling beside him, said, “Master, he is Daylight. He is here for the first time today. I am the one who introduced him to the club.”

       Hurricane glanced at him, “A few days without a beating, and you’ve already forgotten how to kneel.” Ben froze, straightened his back immediately, looked up at his master, and whispered, “Master, I was wrong.”

       “Go get me a glass of wine.” The man ordered.

       “Understood.” Ben immediately stood up and went to get it.

       The man’s gaze swept past Chu Yunhan, landed on the information sheet in his hand, looked at it for a while, and said leisurely, “No actual penetration allowed, no one-to-many relationships, no oral, no body piercings, no wearing restraints daily… tsk, Mr. Daylight, your conditions are quite strict.”

       “Mr. Hurricane, it seems impolite to steal and peek at other people’s information.” He was afraid of being recognised, so he deliberately lowered his voice when speaking.

       Hurricane curved his lips and smiled, “This information will be displayed on the public electronic screen after submission. I just saw it a little earlier than others; isn’t accusing me of snatching and snooping a bit much?”

       Chu Yunhan frowned, “Like posting a marriage-seeking advertisement?”

       “Pretty much. However, once your information is posted, it means you agree to be chosen. If a dom decides to accept you, the relationship will be established immediately. Given the imbalance in numbers, it’s rare for a dom to accept conditions as strict as yours. Before submitting, I’d suggest you reconsider and make any necessary adjustments.”

       He pondered for a moment and said, “I won’t change.”

       “Okay then.” Hurricane handed the form to the waiter, took the wine glass from Ben who knelt down again, shook it lightly at him, with a deep smile in his eyes, “Welcome to the East Coast. Here, may meet someone who meets all your requirements.”

       “Thank you.” Chu Yunhan responded politely, greeted Ben and left the service desk. Ben didn’t answer. He just knelt in the standard posture and looked at his master quietly. From the moment Hurricane appeared, he entered the role of a slave. He had no right to talk to others before his master consented.

       Chu Yunhan also knew these rules. Chu Yichen had trained him in this way before.

       Couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t be distracted.

       Only a world with the two of them remained.

       Everything Chu Yunhan endured as a sub before was forced. He never understood why someone would willingly kneel down to another person, surrender all their rights, and be dominated and restrained. But at this moment, when he looked at Ben’s focused and affectionate eyes, he seemed to understand a little bit.

       This kind of bond was filled with uncertainty. Everything that once belonged to you was entrusted to someone else, and all you experienced was determined by their whims. It was like walking on a high wire, where every step forward became unpredictable and perilous, full of variables.

       It was a kind of thrill.

       This kind of stimulation could easily make people addicted, crazy and surrender.

       Chu Yunhan sat alone in a corner, quietly looking at all kinds of people around him. In this club called ‘East Coast’, he began to think about the meaning of BDSM for the first time and began to recall what Chen Huan had said to him.

       —If people’s desires need an outlet, why can’t it be BDSM? It’s just a stimulant in a boring life. When both parties are consensual, it is just a way of interacting during sex and should not be criticised.

       —If you don’t know if you really need it, go take a look or give it a try. If you like it, do it; if you don’t, leave. It’s no big deal.

       —Before making a choice, you must first understand yourself. In addition to your heart, you should also listen to your body.

       Find someone and give it a try.

       He came here with this idea in mind. When Mr. Daylight’s information was displayed, it caused a burst of discussion. Most members scorned this newcomer with ‘extremely narrow standards’. Chu Yunhan also heard the two doms nearby talking about him.

       One said, “Ha, can’t use down there, and can’t use up top either. Are newbie subs so picky these days?”

       Another said, “Pure egoist, doesn’t think about the needs of the dom at all. I’m afraid that being his dom, one could only masturbate after satisfying him.”

       “Interesting, where does the confidence come from? Even if this type of person looks stunning, I have no interest in accepting one.”

       “I’m not interested either.”

       …

       Chu Yunhan took a sip of wine silently. He couldn’t convince himself to accept those more intense training methods. As for having sex, he tried it with a random man. Although the process was okay, after the sex, he would have a deep feeling of disgust. His whole self would feel empty, ashamed and regretful for what he had just done—it didn’t feel good. He thought that since this was a professional club, someone should be able to use techniques to make him reach climax without actually being penetrated, so he chose ‘No’ in this column.

       In nearly two hours, two people came over to chat with him, but both of them were subs. When they learned that he was Daylight, they all advised him to loosen up a bit and encouraged him to take the initiative to chat with the doms, so that it would be easier to find a partner. Chu Yunhan struggled internally but still didn’t dare to take the first step. Just when he was about to leave in despair, a burst of short music suddenly sounded in the venue. He turned to look, and the electronic screen displaying his personal information flickered. Then, the information page disappeared, and the word ‘Daylight’ flashed silver and was placed behind another name.

       Pure black.

       Almost simultaneously, everyone in the venue was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

       “Pure Black has appeared.” A female dom held her slave’s hand and smiled, “It’s really interesting to take in a newcomer who is difficult to maintain.”

       “It seems like he hasn’t been here for over half a year.” The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa played with the hair of the slave girl in his arms and said, “Now those subs are going to start to get jealous again.”

       “Where is Pure Black?” Many subs began to look around in the venue.

       “Why would he accept such a person as a slave? He had a really strange taste.” An ownerless sub complained angrily.

       “It’s really strange. He didn’t like those subs who had no taboos before, but now he actually chooses such a bland one.”

       “Maybe the appearance suits his taste. Isn’t it said that he likes beautiful men with brown hair and fair skin?” The young man with a baby face kicked the male slave in the harness with the toe of his shoe and said, “Kneel. You want to be whipped again, don’t you?”

       The charming woman sitting with her legs crossed beside her shook the glass in her hand and asked, “Where is the newcomer named Daylight? Let me see what he looks like.”

       At this moment, the newcomer who was suddenly thrust into the limelight was standing there in shock, somewhat at a loss. A waiter in white clothes and black trousers slowly walked up to him and stood in front of him. He handed him a black secondary card and said with a smile, “Mr. Daylight, Mr. Pure Black invites you to go to his room alone.”

       In front of everyone, Chu Yunhan suddenly had the illusion of being at a proposal scene. He took the card, held up his mask awkwardly, and walked out of the venue.

       After swiping the black card, the elevator automatically rose and stopped on the fourth floor. A long corridor runs through the front door. Four neatly arranged doors on the left and right sides, plus the two doors at the ends of both sides of the corridor—a total of ten rooms.

       When accompanying him into the elevator just now, the waiter said that Pure Black room was at the far right. Chu Yunhan slowly walked toward the door, feeling anxious and confused. He didn’t know what kind of person the other party was and kept wondering why the other party would choose him. After all, he was a newcomer, which came with such troublesome conditions.

       It was a short journey and took five minutes, which could be considered a slow pace.

       Chu Yunhan looked at the golden C on the door and hesitated for a while before making up his mind to swipe the card and open the door.

       The sight before him left him a little stunned. This was a fully functional adjustment room, similar to the basement of the old house. The decoration style, based on black and white, gave the whole room a hard and cold texture. The neatly arranged various tools and props show the rigorous and meticulous personality of the owner.

       The door closed behind him with a slight sound.

       Chu Yunhan swallowed.

       A strange place, dangerous and cold tools, and person he had never met.

       He instinctively felt nervous, but this nervousness was also mixed with a little bit of inexplicable excitement and restlessness. It was as if the hanging whips had stirred up some tiny changes in his body, making it difficult to control.

       It shouldn’t be like this.

       He bit his lip, and his uncertain gaze finally landed on the window.

       The curtains were not closed, and the night was as deep as the sea outside. A man stood by the window with his back to him.

       When Chu Yunhan took a closer look at the back figure, he felt as if he had been hit by lightning. His whole body froze, and he could not react. He could only stay in place with a pale face.

       The man in a black Tang suit with dark patterns turned around, with a pair of black eyes like a deep pool reflecting the moon, looking at him and slowly speaking, “Bai Zhou¹Daylight… It seems to sound better than Ah Zhou.”

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       The autumn wind brought some chillness. Chu Yunhan got off the Mercedes-Benz, and pulled the collar of his windbreaker. He raised his head and frowned as he looked at the humble little bar in front of him.

       This place was very different from what he had imagined in his mind.

       The remote location was tolerable, but the narrow entrance and shabby decor made it look like just another run-down bar frequented by street thugs. For the distinguished Eldest Young Master of the Chu family, stepping into a place like this was… downright humiliating. If this was what so-called high-end clubs looked like, then how refined could the circles of those so-called elite truly be?

       Chu Yunhan somewhat regretted coming here in the first place and regretted even more that he had actually made contact with the person from the invitation card. But since they had already arranged to meet, backing out now would be too rude. He resolved to keep the conversation brief, then find an excuse to leave, avoiding too much entanglement with that person.

       He raised his hand and looked at his watch—it was half past six. He exhaled and pushed open the wooden door of the bar.

       The wind chimes hanging on the lintel make an ethereal sound. The bar was neat and clean, with soft lighting and an old vinyl record on the gramophone. A young and fair bartender was carefully wiping the wine glass. He looked up at him and continued working.

       Chu Yunhan looked around, and there was only one person sitting at the bar, with his back to him, writing something.

       He walked over, considered it for a moment, and asked, “Sorry, are you Ben?”

       The man turned around. He was in his early thirties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and having a handsome face. Wearing loose casual clothes, Chu Yunhan recognised the brand, and it was not cheap. The man smiled at him, made a gesture to sit down, and said, “I’m Ben. Hello, Mr. Zhou Han.”

       Chu Yunhan sat down next to him, and his attention was drawn to his notebook spread out on the bar. He couldn’t help but look at it a few more times.

       “Because I came early and this job is a bit rushed, so… I’m sorry.”

       “Is this a design drawing?”

       “Well, I’m a designer doing architectural design.” The man put away his notebook and pen and asked, “What do you want to drink? Charlie’s c0cktails are very good, especially the Blazing Blues.”

       “Okay, I want Blazing Blues.” Chu Yunhan smiled. He had always been a little nervous because he didn’t know who Ben was and was afraid of meeting someone strange or difficult to communicate with. Now, he knew the other person’s occupation and could also tell the other person’s taste from his clothes and pens. From his point of view, he could tell that Ben was a middle-class man of education and refinement, which put his mind at ease.

       Soon, the bartender placed a glass of blue wine in front of him. Chu Yunhan took a sip, and the slightly sweet fruity taste overflowed in his mouth. Then an unexpected spicy wine taste appeared on his tongue, with burning heat and sweetness mixed together and flowed down his throat. He couldn’t help but choke.

       Ben laughed, “Slow down. This wine is a bit strong.”

       “It’s a bit…” He took another sip, this time letting the wine release all the flavours in his mouth, and commented pertinently, “It tastes good.” Then he put the glass down and said, “The club you mentioned before. Is this right here?”

       The man did not answer his question but took out a white card and three pieces of paper from his bag and handed them to him. “Your membership application has been approved. This is your membership card. But before entering the club, you must read these rules and sign your name.”

       Chu Yunhan took the documents. The first was the ‘Membership Rules’, detailing members’ rights and obligations. Membership was tiered: the darker the colour of the membership card, the higher the level, allowing access to more activities. The highest-tier members could even participate in club decisions. Those with a white membership card held the lowest rank. After reading through the rules, he understood why this circle remained so secretive. Members were required to keep all club matters and member information confidential. The second document was a personal safety waiver. The third listed the equipment, rooms, and activity schedules available in the club. Higher-tier members enjoyed better privileges, while low-tier members like him had no private rooms and could only use public areas.

       He glanced at the article in the rule that ‘I promise that the identity information submitted to the club is true and valid’, pursed his lips, and scrawled the word ‘Zhou Han’ in the signature column. The identity certificate he submitted before was fake, and the ID card was also forged by someone. Since the other party failed to find out after a week and allowed him to pass the review, he could continue to be ‘Zhou Han’.

       Ben put away the signed documents and said, “If you’re ready, let’s go.”

       “Where to go?” he asked.

       The man glanced upstairs and said, “Take out your membership card. You can’t use the elevator without it.”

       Only when Chu Yunhan stepped onto the second floor did he realise how shallow he was. The small bar was just a front, and the upstairs part was the real ‘club’.

       The second floor was the locker room, filled with small single rooms. He found a stack of masks inside. There were many different colours and decorations, but they were all half-face styles, which only covered the upper half of the face, leaving the eyes, mouth and chin exposed. He randomly picked a simple white mask, put it on, and walked out. After waiting for a while, Ben came out of the other room. Chu Yunhan was surprised when he saw his appearance.

       Ben was clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs and a black collar around his neck. He had a good figure with well-proportioned muscles. There was a black nipple nail on one side of his chest, and some tattoo lines were faintly exposed on his waist and abdomen.

       “Doesn’t it look good?” Seeing him standing stunned, the man smiled and said, “My master will also come today. He doesn’t like me wearing a lot of clothes.”

       Only then did Chu Yunhan realise that he was also a sub. He coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment and said, “It looks good.”

       “Let’s go.” Ben took him into the elevator again.

       The long corridor on the third floor was paved with thick carpets, and some oil paintings were hung on the walls on both sides. They were all imitations of world-famous paintings, which were not interesting. At the end of the corridor were two closed dark brown doors. The waiter at the door swiped their membership cards and opened the door for them.

       Under the high-hanging crystal lamp, a magnificent banquet hall appeared in front. There were many people in the venue, men and women, standing or sitting, laughing, chatting and drinking—it was very lively. Some were dressed plainly, and some were dressed extravagantly. Some were dressed like future warriors, some wore Chinese clothes, and some wore military uniforms and riding boots. It was like a cosplay. Some wore as little as Ben, and most of them were kneeling next to their masters. These people were subs, or… slaves.

       Chu Yunhan observed everything in silence. This place was entirely beyond his expectations, both surprising and intriguing him. It was like being in a primitive jungle, where all the norms of civilised society were stripped away, leaving only raw sex and desire as the foundation. Pairings were formed, choices were made, and interactions took on a primal opposition. In this game, the animalistic instincts within were magnified, with desire reigning supreme.

       “Don’t keep staring at other people’s slaves.” Ben whispered in his ear.

       He said ‘Oh’ and immediately looked away from a kneeling blond man. He stopped at the three huge electronic displays hanging in front of the venue and asked, “What are those?”

       “Now, what is displayed above is a list of relationships between dom and sub. No one uses their real names here, so the nouns you see are code names. The front row is the dom code name, and the back is their sub code name. Do you remember what you put in the code field on the application form?”

       “…‘Daylight.’” Chu Yunhan felt a bit of regret over his hasty choice. When he’d looked up and seen the sky lightening, he’d simply written down the first word that came to mind. In hindsight, he should have gone for something like ‘Knight’ or ‘Hero’. He glanced over the list and asked, “Why do some doms have so many subs listed after their names?”

       “Because they have a one-to-many relationship. In BDSM, everything is directed by the dom, from setting up the scene to choosing activities. They need to master techniques with whips and other tools, be sensitive to the sub’s state, control the pace, and decide whether to intensify or continue. There are relatively few skilled doms, and they are very popular, so there will be situations where one dom accepts multiple subs.”

       “There are also some doms that don’t even have a sub.”

       “Well, the relationship between a dom and a sub is not static. Sometimes, the relationship will be terminated, and the dom will have a window period. At this time, it is easier to take advantage of it.” Ben said with a smile, “My master accepted me during the window period, and when there were many subs, he didn’t even look at me.”

       Chu Yunhan quickly found Ben’s name in the form and said, “Your master’s name is ‘Hurricane’? He also has other subs.”

       “Well.” The man’s smile became a little helpless when he said this, “Master has had up to six slaves at the same time. He is the most outstanding dom here and the director of this club. The fact that he…can like me, I’m very satisfied.”

       Chu Yunhan could tell that Ben seemed to have a bit of thing for this ‘Hurricane’ guy, but something else puzzled him.

       Since Hurricane was the supervisor and the best dom, why was he only ranked second?

       Seeing him looking at the screen with confusion, Ben said, “This table is ranked according to the dom membership level. Mr. Pure Black, ranked first, had not been here for a long time, so the sub column behind him had been left empty. I heard that Pure Black is also the boss here and is very popular. He prefers subs with brown hair and fair skin, and many people even go out of their way to dye their hair. However, I only heard that I joined the club late. I’ve never met him in person, so I don’t know much about him.” He seemed to remember something and said, “I almost forgot. You can fill in the information, making it easier to find the right dom.”

       Chu Yunhan followed him to the service counter, requested a form and pen from the attendant, and began to fill it out. The form meticulously listed every detail—whether he consented to a one-to-many relationship, allowed kissing, agreed to intercourse, preferred positions, and which types of tools he was willing to use. Blushing fiercely as he filled it out, he quickly handed it to the attendant once finished, only for it to be snatched away by a hand that appeared out of nowhere.

       He turned around and saw the somewhat familiar face and was startled. When he remembered who this person was, his heart suddenly trembled.

       Why is this guy here? He is…

       Before he could think about it, he heard Ben’s voice next to him.

       “Master.”

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       It was getting late, and Chen Huan was still waiting for his client in the consulting room. He sipped his coffee and recalled what the man had been like when he first appeared.

       The brown-haired young man sat on the single sofa opposite, his head lowered, his bangs covering his red eyes, and he whispered in a broken voice, “Every time I close my eyes, that moment when Dad left appears before me. He held my hand, and then it just went limp, falling down like that. His eyes were open, looking at me, as if there were so many things he still wanted to say, as if he wanted one last look at Mom and me, as if he couldn’t bear to leave…”

       “Dr. Chen, I argued with him that day. I found him annoying, always meddling in my life… Now he can’t do that anymore… I’m such an idiot… He’s gone, and I don’t know what to do…”

       “I failed to take good care of my mother. She kept herself locked in her room, wouldn’t let anyone in. By the time I kicked the door open and got in, I found she had taken sleeping pills… We saved her, but her mind was affected. She’s forgotten about Dad’s passing. She keeps telling me that he’s just away on a business trip and will be back in a few days…”

       “What should I do? What can I do to get everything back? They all say to be strong and calm. I don’t know how to be strong or calm. I have no place to say these things… I’m going crazy…” He covered his eyes with his hands, but tears kept falling down.

       At that time, Chen Huan did not know the identity of the sad, guilty, helpless and fragile young man in front of him. He sympathised with the big boy who was crushed by the changes. As a psychiatrist, he continued to gently comfort and enlighten him, helping him rebuild his self-confidence and regain his confidence in life.

       The day after that man’s visit, two men came to his studio and placed a contract in front of him. Someone was willing to inject money to expand the size of his clinic, but he had put forward a condition that required him to tell the situation of the patient he received yesterday. Chen Huan refused. He felt that protecting the privacy of his customers was more important. Unexpectedly, the other party signed a contract with him.

       Only then did he know that the person who signed the contract with him was from the famous consortium, and the patient he had treated before was actually the consortium’s eldest young master, Eldest Young Master Chu Yunhan. Since then, he had become the chief psychotherapist of the Golden Eagle Group, providing psychological diagnosis and treatment to members of the Black Eagle Association. He had signed confidentiality documents. No matter what he learned from these people, he would not keep any information and never tell anyone about it. In addition, he also promised one thing…

       There was a knock on the door, and the front desk led the guest into the consulting room with an appointment.

       “Please sit down.” Chen Huan raised his hand, “Mr. Zhou Han, long time no see.”

       Zhou Han was Chu Yunhan’s pseudonym. He took his mother’s surname and his own first name. At that time, he felt that he was about to collapse and needed to find a place to talk. Because of his background, he couldn’t reveal his family’s secrets to others, so he chose a small private psychological clinic and used a pseudonym.

       Acknowledging Chu Yunhan’s false identity, treating him as an ordinary patient, and allowing him to express his feelings freely to him was another thing Chen Huan promised. Chen Huan didn’t know why the eldest young master of the Chu family would condescend to come to his small clinic. But he could understand why the other party signed a contract with him. Chu Yunhan gradually trusted him during many medical visits, but Golden Eagle could not let himself, a small doctor, know the family’s secrets. In order to protect their eldest young master and also in order to know the information of their own within the control, they signed a contract with him. As for this additional condition, it was to allow the Eldest Young Master Chu to have a place to relieve his emotions anonymously. This request did not violate his medical principles, so he agreed. He did his best to help Chu Yunhan go through that difficult and painful time and found an exit for him in the collapsing world.

       —In this world, not everyone could face life and death with strength. If you couldn’t bear it, it was okay to try to escape first. There was no shame in being vulnerable. You must first admit your vulnerability, accept your true self, and then learn to be strong little by little.

       Chen Huan suggested that Chu Yunhan temporarily leave the mansion where he lived with his parents, relax, do some aerobic exercise, and find something interesting to divert his attention. He originally wanted to help him regain his confidence through slow counselling. However, Chu Yunhan suddenly stopped coming and only transferred three times the consultation fee to him.

       Later, he heard that Eldest Young Master Chu lingered in nightclubs and soaked himself in alcohol and women. Chen Huan felt a little regretful in his heart because he knew very well that there was a wound in Chu Yunhan’s heart. No matter how unruly he appeared, a sensitive and sad young man was always hidden in that wound.

       He originally thought that there would be no more interaction between the two, but unexpectedly, the other party appeared again.

       After a long time apart, Chu Yunhan had matured somewhat. The grey plaid suit paired with the slender figure made him look very tall and straight, but he seemed to have no energy, and like most people who came here, he was a little depressed.

       Chen Huan placed a cup of jasmine tea on the small side table next to him and smiled, “You came to find me because you are not in a good mood lately?”

       Chu Yunhan frowned slightly, with an extremely embarrassed look on his face. He hesitated before speaking, “Dr. Chen, are there any patients who come to you who… well, just… have mental problems with sex?”

       Chen Huan was slightly startled and replied, “Yes.”

       “Were they cured later?” He asked very directly.

       “Some obstacles have been eliminated through psychological counselling, and some have had little effect.” The doctor looked at him and asked, “Did you encounter any difficulties in this area when you came to see me today?”

       Chu Yunhan pursed his lips. He turned away, stared at the cup of scented tea, and said softly, “Yes.”

       “Can you tell me the specific situation?”

       “I…” He was extremely embarrassed, and his face turned red. “When I do it with a woman, I always feel it’s not intense enough, and…it’s hard to reach climax.”

       Chen Huan noticed his choice of words and asked, “So, have you ever tried having sex with a man?”

       He said frankly, “I tried.”

       “How’s the situation?”

       “It’s not good either.”

       “What does ‘not so good’ mean?” Men and women had different ways of making love and receiving different stimulations, so he asked this question.

       Chu Yunhan’s face turned redder, “Being with a man… Can make me more aroused, but every time it comes to climax, I will also have a psychological barrier, and I will hold back uncontrollably.”

       The doctor thought for a moment and said, “Why do you think this is a ‘psychological barrier’ rather than coming from the body? In other words, how did your repressive behaviour come about? Did it occur naturally, or was it a sexual incident? Did someone impose this kind of obstacle on you?”

       The man pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

       “If you don’t want to say…”

       “I… was forced to play some BDSM games before.” After saying this, he seemed to be deflated, leaning on the sofa and supporting his head with one hand on his forehead.

       Chen Huan had studied the psychology of sadomasochism, and when he saw what he said, he had a clear understanding of the situation. He slowly said, “If I guess correctly, the person who forced you should be a male, right?”

       Chu Yunhan nodded awkwardly.

       “Compared with ordinary sex, BDSM is more intense and dangerous. A certain degree of restraint, humiliation and pain will stimulate the secretion of endorphins in the brain, making people reach an intense pleasure almost soaring. And this extreme pleasure is addictive, just like if you drink water after drinking a cup of hot cocoa—it will feel bland.”

       “How can I break this…addiction?”

       “I think talking about ‘quitting’ is a bit serious.” Chen Huan smiled, “If you’d rather have hot cocoa than water, then it’s okay to indulge a little. BDSM is merely a form of eroticism if both partners cooperate. For example, in ordinary sex, some men will ask women to call them ‘Daddy’. This title can show a sense of immorality, which will make him feel more excited. Using the identities of master and slave strengthens the concepts of dominance and submission, thereby amplifying stimulation.” He paused, “Similarly, whipping and binding are meant to be stimulating. Excessive pain or discomfort will dampen desire, so a dom needs to control the intensity to keep the sub’s discomfort just within the range that enhances arousal. These are tools to heighten pleasure, which is the same as drinking wine before sex. If you feel that you can get the pleasure you want in this way, you can boldly try to make sex more interesting and exciting within a safe range. Control it a little to avoid overstimulation and depleting the body, such as having hot cocoa once a week and drinking water at other times.”

       Chu Yunhan was stunned for a while, with a puzzled look on his face, “But… I can’t ejaculate…”

       “This is something I’m more concerned about.” The doctor thought for a while and said, “Can I ask you some specific details about your previous participation in BDSM?”

       He hesitated and nodded.

       “You’re the dominant one, right?”

       “Um.”

       “The other party…I mean the person you are playing this kind of game with. Is it many people or one person only?”

       “One person.”

       “He forced you to do it, and you’re not willing to cooperate?”

       “…En.”

       Chen Huan was surprised. He knew Chu Yunhan’s identity. It felt incredible to him that such a favoured man who was so protected could be forced to become a sub in BDSM. Who could it be?

       However, this was a private matter and not something he should get involved in. He still maintained a calm expression and continued to ask, “What method did he use to control your ejaculation when he was having sex with you? Was it a tool or some other thing?”

       Chu Yunhan’s face was as red as an apple. He lowered his gaze on the tea cup in his hand and said, “Sometimes it’s some tools, and sometimes he used his hand to block it.”

       “Under what circumstances would he allow you to cum?”

       “After he is…satisfied.”

       “Is there any special way? I mean, how did he give you instructions to ejaculate?”

       “…He would say, ‘you can cum’.”

       “Does this happen every time?”

       “Almost.”

       “If he doesn’t give this instruction, it means you can’t cum. Or there will be punishment, right?”

       He made a low ‘En’ sound.

       “That’s it.” Dr. Chen, who found the cause of the disease, smiled, “Next time you can try to find a dom for an erotic BDSM sex session. And tell him ahead of time to give you the instructions when you need to climax. I’m sure your block can be lifted.”

       Chu Yunhan sat on the sofa dumbfounded. It took him a while to recover from these words and said, “Do I…do I have to do this in the future…”

       “As your body begins to adapt to other people, the impact that person has on you will gradually lessen.”

       “But I’m not gay…” he said anxiously.

       “If you can get pleasure through penetration, of course you can also choose a female dom. It doesn’t really matter whether you are gay or not. Male or female, it’s just that the objects of desire are different. Everyone has their own preferences,” Chen Huan said with a smile. “But the pleasure from squeezing the prostate is usually stronger than the pleasure from penile friction.” He rummaged in the drawer for a while, then took out a card and handed it to Chu Yunhan, “This is from a previous customer of mine. He is from the BDSM circle and knew that I was interested in studying the psychology of sadomasochism, so he gave me this. It seems to be an invitation card to their club. If you are interested, you can check it out. There should be some good dom in the circle.”

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       When the time on the monitor hit 00:00, the data on the platform’s settlement page was locked, and the finance department began an intense round of financial calculations. The busy anniversary week was finally over, and soon, the results would be revealed.

       Chu Yunhan paced around the office restlessly and almost bumped into the financial director who had walked in. He stared at the page in the other person’s hand, wanting to read it but not daring to look at it, and asked, “…how much is the increase?”

       “8.3%.” The financial director laughed. “Everyone is very happy. It’s really not easy.”

       Hearing this result, Chu Yunhan felt as if a huge firework exploded in his heart, and he was so excited that he wanted to jump up. However, due to the presence of the staff, he could only pretend to be calm. He coughed lightly, concealed his good mood, and said earnestly, “Well, it’s pretty good. Let’s give everyone a rest for the next week. Your department will have to work a little harder to pay out the bonuses.”

       As soon as the financial director left the room, he clenched his fists, made a gesture of victory celebration, and happily smashed the pillows on the sofa to the ceiling.

       He won!

       He finally got rid of Chu Yichen!

       From now on, he is free!

       Chu Yunhan couldn’t wait to go to his old house right now, throw this financial report in Chu Yichen’s face, and show him his results arrogantly. That guy’s face must be…

       When he thought of Chu Yichen’s face, his enthusiasm suddenly dropped by half. Even if that person knew he had won, he would probably just say ‘congratulations’ expressionlessly.

       What a bore.

       Anyway, the result was already set, so there was no rush; waiting a bit would make him appear more composed.

       Chu Yunhan was in a good mood and returned to Qinglan Villa. As soon as he entered the door, he picked up the chubby Auntie Song and spun her around three times.

       “Oh, Young Master, put me down quickly, I’m almost dizzy.” Auntie Song patted his shoulder in annoyance and said, “Why are you so happy today?”

       “My department store held a store celebration and made more than eight points more than last year in one breath. Isn’t it amazing?”

       “Amazing.” Aunt Song didn’t know what the eight points were, but she roughly knew that he would make money, and she was happy in her heart. But when she saw his haggard look, she felt distressed again and couldn’t help nagging, “Look at you, This hair, this beard… Oh my, your eyes are like those of a panda. How many nights have you stayed up? I’ll make you some wolfberry, lotus seed and white fungus soup. You can have a little after taking a bath, and then go to have a good sleep… “

       Chu Yunhan grinned and said, “Okay.”

       Seeing him go upstairs, Auntie Song couldn’t help but sigh, “I haven’t seen him so happy for a long time. He used to like to joke with us like this. Oh dear, if the Master knew that he was so capable, he would definitely be very happy.”

       Feng Tai, on the side, couldn’t help but feel emotional at the scene and sighed, “As long as Young Master is happy.”

       It was a sweet sleep, and he didn’t even have any dreams. Early the next morning, Chu Yunhan rushed excitedly to the old house. Unexpectedly, Chu Yichen left him in the study room, and he waited for more than an hour. The initial excitement turned into frustration while waiting. Chu Yunhan couldn’t help but want to go upstairs to find him but was blocked by Bai Xiao standing by the door.

       “What does this mean?” He frowned.

       “Young Master has asked you to wait for him here.”

       He lifted his wrist to reveal his watch, “I’ve been waiting here for almost an hour and a half. Where is he?”

       “Young Master Yun, if you don’t have the patience to wait, you might as well come back another day.”

       “Bai Xiao.” Chu Yunhan’s expression darkened, “If you feel unhappy that I hit you last time, you can hit me back. Stop putting on airs and throwing me attitude.”

       “Young Master Yun must be joking. How dare I.” Bai Xiao looked at him and said coldly, “You should know very well that the only reason you succeeded then was because I wasn’t on guard. You’ve never tasted the pain of being hurt by someone you’re supposed to protect because you’ve always been the one causing harm. But remember this: your reckless, wanton behaviour can only hurt those who don’t expect it from you.”

       “I don’t need you to lecture me.”

       “Of course, you don’t need to.” Bai Xiao raised the corners of his lips a bit mockingly, “I’m just a dog, so I’m not qualified to preach to you. I just need to keep an eye on this door.”

       Seeing the other party acting like this, Chu Yunhan said angrily, “Get out of my way!”

       The two were in a stalemate when a voice sounded outside the door.

       “Bai Xiao.”

       “Young Master…” Bai Xiao turned around and saw Chu Yichen, a look of concern appearing on his face. His gaze immediately shifted to Hei Yu, who was standing beside Chu Yichen. Hei Yu frowned slightly and gave a subtle nod. Bai Xiao stepped aside helplessly and opened the door.

       Chu Yichen walked into the study and sat down on the sofa near the door. He seemed very tired, and his face was without colour. He looked at Chu Yunhan for a while and said, “Congratulations, you are free.”

       Unexpectedly, he was so straightforward. Chu Yunhan held the financial statement in his hand and suddenly felt at a loss. He coughed awkwardly and said, “Then I… will leave first.” When he walked to the door, he heard the man say softly, “Chu Yunhan.”

       He turned around.

       Among the huge walls of books surrounded on three sides, Chu Yichen sat on the sofa and looked sideways at himself. The sunlight casts in the mottled shadows of the trees from the window behind him, and the light and shadow divide the handsome face into two sides with different light and dark sides, one gentle and the other gloomy. Those black eyes seemed to be filled with misty night, and they seemed to be hidden in the shadow of the moon in the drifting clouds, making it difficult to distinguish. The man looked at him deeply, and after a long time, he spoke again, “All properties under your name will be under your control from now on. I will have all the information sent to Qinglan Mansion later.”

       He felt surprised, pursed his lips, and said, ‘Oh’. He then asked, “Is there anything else?”

       “Let Bai Yang follow you. He will be yours from now on.” The man seemed tired, sitting on the back of the sofa, slowly closing his eyes. “Now go.”

       Chu Yunhan walked slowly out of the door and looked back. Bai Xiao had closed the door to the study room. He paused for a moment and walked out.

       “Young Master Yun, where are you going next?” Bai Yang asked, opening the car door for him.

       He was stunned for a while and then said, “Go see my mother.”

       The car slowly drove away from the Chu family’s old residence. He watched the familiar scenery passing by the car window, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

       He won.

       He finally got rid of Chu Yichen.

       From then on, he was still the glorious Young Master of the Chu family.

       But why was the joy in his heart not as strong as he expected?

       Chu Yichen took away everything from him, forced him to submit with horrific methods, and even almost forced him to death.

       But why was the hatred in his heart not as strong as he expected?

       When he was about to leave, when he was finally free, and when he was looking at that man, what were these indescribable feelings stirring inside? It was as if something weighed heavily on his chest, making each breath feel stifled and uncomfortable.

       Maybe he had Stockholm Syndrome? Chu Yunhan shook his head vigorously and took out his mobile phone with some irritability to broadcast, “It’s me, where are you guys playing tonight, count me in.”

       It didn’t matter if he was in a bad mood. He just needed to have some fun.

       After visiting his mother in a nursing home, Chu Yunhan, dressed casually, finally returned to his long-lost nightlife.

       Loud music, swaying lights, wildly twisting bodies on the dance floor, all the unpleasantness was evaporated in the excitement and alcohol. Chu Yunhan had not been so free and unrestrained for a long time. He lazily leaned on the leather sofa in the VIP room and slowly drank the wine from the glass.

       “How come Eldest Young Master Yun has time to fool around with us today? Isn’t that department store going bankrupt because of you?” Lu Yao, who was sitting opposite him, said with a smile.

       “It didn’t close down, and I heard that the profits of the Golden Prosperity store increased a lot during its anniversary. Yesterday, my dad used him as an example to criticise me. He said that the mall I had been in for so many years was not as good as the Eldest Young Master Chu’s, which was there only for three months .” Zhang Fei put his legs on the coffee table and swayed.

       “Tsk, tsk, our Young Master Yun is really amazing.” Zhou Hua gestured with his thumb and said in a high-pitched voice, “I’m almost falling in love with you.”

       The other two burst into laughter.

       “Go away.” Chu Yunhan smiled. He kicked him, and said, “Remember to call me when you go out to play in the future.” After pausing, he added, “Also, I’ve taken over a few businesses, so let me know if there’s any profitable news.”

       Lu Yao said, “Hey, are you going to work seriously now? Honestly, did your iceberg cousin force you to do it?”

       “There’s no need to mention him..” Chu Yunhan glanced at him, “I’m here to have fun today. What’s so fun about him?”

       Zhou Hua looked at his phone and grinned, “I know you were busy some time ago, and I was afraid that you would get bored, so I specially called a few girls to come over to help with the fun. Do you still remember that Nuannuan?” Seeing his not-remembering-look, he reminded, “The model with big breasts and big butt, sexy as hell, and a baby face… Hey, that’s the one you took out for the night, gave her 20,000 yuan, and asked me to give the money back to you…”

       “Oh.” Now that it was mentioned, he did vaguely remember.

       “She became famous in an online drama a while ago, and her current net worth is not ordinary. I asked her several times but she never came. This time when I said you were here, she said she was free.” Zhou Hua looked at his phone, ” She said she would arrive in a short while and she would bring several young models from her company with her.”

       “It seems there’s some mutual interest; it all depends on whether Young Master Yun is heartless or not.” Zhang Fei joked.

       Chu Yunhan raised his lips and smiled but said nothing. He had indeed been in a state of high pressure and depression during this period. It would be nice to have a well-behaved girl to keep him company.

       As the name suggests, Nuannuan¹nuan means warm was very considerate, gentle and lovely. Once Chu Yunhan was released from the ban, he inevitably indulged and drank a little too much. He put his arms around her and entered the hotel’s dedicated suite. He was forced by Chu Yichen to accept a man before, and later, he was busy working in a department store. He had no time to find a woman to relieve his desire. Now, the other woman took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, making him feel hot all over.

       He opened the door and kicked off his shoes, lifted the woman and threw her on the big bed, then pressed her on her. As their lips and tongues intertwined, they had already taken off each other’s clothes. After some rubbing and teasing foreplay, he straightened his waist and penetrated into the already her already wet place.

       Nuannuan groaned and exasperatingly said, “Young Master Yun, be gentle. It hurts.”

       Chu Yunhan spread her white legs and used his full sexual organ to hit that tight and soft place without any gentleness. The friction ignited the pleasure, but as the movements deepened and desire surged, an unbearable feeling of emptiness lingered like maggots on the tarsal bones.

       Not enough…

       His body was clamouring for something more intense and exciting…

       He sped up his movements as roughly as a trapped animal. Nuannuan changed from moaning to crying under his merciless impact and finally couldn’t help but struggle hard. He had to slow down and lean forward to kiss and caress the woman’s tender body again.

       Then, Chu Yunhan discovered another terrible obstacle in his body.

       He was unable to ejaculate naturally.

       Whenever he was about to ejaculate, his body suddenly began to restrain itself and forcefully endure the gushing desire. This back-and-forth sexual intercourse eventually became a form of torture for both men and women. Just when he couldn’t release his orga-m for the third time, he screamed with red eyes, punched the bed hard, then rolled out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door.

       The cold water fell from his head, removing the heat from his body.

       He raised his face and leaned against the wall tremblingly.

       Chu Yichen, you turned me into a monster.

       You win.

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       It was getting late, and Chu Yichen was leaving a social gathering. After getting in the car, he received a report from Bai Xiao.

       “Eldest Young Master just went to Lihao because of a dispute with an escort. According to the investigation, her name is Lan Xin. She is 38 years old and lives with her five-year-old daughter. Her husband has a gambling addiction, with several debts at a lending company and some external debts as well. She often physically abuses the mother and daughter and demands money from them. This time, Lan Xin was forced to try to borrow money from a customer. When the customer got angry, she was beaten. Eldest Young Master stopped him. After that, the Eldest Young Master ordered Bai Yang to mobilise some people from the East District to give Lan Xin’s husband a lesson, and…” He paused awkwardly and saw the man looking up at him, so he had to continue. He said, “And brought Lan Xin and her daughter back to Qinglan’s mansion.”

       Chu Yichen was slightly startled when he heard the words Qinglan Mansion. His handsome face looked a bit lonely under the flickering light outside the car window. He seemed a little tired. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. No emotion could be heard in his tone.

       “Let him be.”

       How long had it been since he had been back here?

       Chu Yunhan got out of the car and looked at the European-style building before him, feeling a little sad. Since his father’s death, and after his mother couldn’t bear the blow and was sent to a nursing home due to her mental issues, he rarely returned to this place called ‘home’.

       At first, he lived in an apartment under his name, but later, he spent his time in hotels or vacation villas, and days went by like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come back; it was just that every time he stepped in here and saw those familiar faces and things, he couldn’t help but remember the happy days from the past, which only made him even more uncomfortable when he was alone.

       After getting the news, the old housekeeper, Feng Tai, who was waiting at the door, saw him. His eyes were a little moist, and he said, “Young Master, you are back.”

       “Yeah.” He laughed, “Uncle Feng, you should wear a bit more at night. It’s not good to be so concerned about your appearance.” As he walked inside, he continued, “You missed me, didn’t you?”

       “Yes, we all miss you very much.” Feng Tai’s voice was choked with sobs. He watched Chu Yunhan grow up and also watched him encounter changes in his parents. Although they had a master-servant relationship in terms of status, he always treated Yunhan as his son emotionally. He understood why Yunhan didn’t come back, and he was willing to wait here for him to come back.

       “Young Master is back?!” A mellow female voice rang out. The fair and plump woman hurried out in a coat. When she saw Chu Yunhan, she cried with joy and complained, “Young Master, how can you leave this family and leave us alone?!” and simultaneously asked, “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll cook it for you.” When she caught sight of Lan Xin and her daughter following behind, she paused for a moment, her eyes lighting up, “Young Master, this child isn’t…?”

       “Auntie Song, she is my friend.” Chu Yunhan knew she was thinking the wrong way again. He couldn’t laugh or cry. He touched his stomach and said, “I’m really hungry. Make us something delicious, okay?”

       “Okay, okay.” The round, plump woman, disappointed after her failed attempt at gossip, went off to cook.

       Over there, Feng Tai had already made tea and brought it over, and he didn’t forget to prepare some biscuits for Yuanyuan. Lan Xin thanked him repeatedly, and the thin Yuanyuan stared timidly at the cookie jar in his hand, not daring to take it. She was only five years old and did not yet understand the complex world of adults. She only knew that her father was easily angry and would hit her when he was angry, so she did not dare to do anything, not even to call him ‘Daddy’. Her mother was often beaten and would always cry while hugging herself. Her mother also had to make money to support herself. She worked very late and was very tired, so she couldn’t ask for this or that.

       Seeing this, Chu Yunhan knelt down, took a biscuit and threw it into his mouth, then handed it to her, grinning, “It tastes good. Try it?”

       Yuanyuan’s big eyes stared closely at Chu Yunhan in front of him. She remembered that this uncle had just come to the house with many people dressed in black and then said, “Don’t do anything in front of the child.” Then, the men in black dragged her drunk father out. She didn’t ask where her father was, and her mother didn’t tell her. Her mother only told her that this uncle’s surname was Chu and that he would protect them. This uncle was different from my father—he was very beautiful, very clean, and spoke very softly. He even asked someone to find warm clothes for her to wear so for her he wasn’t scary.

       “You really don’t want it? Then I’ll take it.” Chu Yunhan shook the jar.

       Yuanyuan bit her lip and mustered up the courage to reach over and take a piece. He kept looking at the other person’s face the whole time, like a wary little animal.

       Chu Yunhan didn’t move and kept smiling at her.

       She finally put the cookie into her mouth, took a bite, and mumbled a thank you.

       “Is it delicious?” he asked.

       She nodded.

       “It’s all for you.” He handed over the jar. Yuanyuan looked up at Lan Xin, somewhat surprised. Lan Xin’s eyes were red as she said, “Just take it.” Only then did the little girl accept the jar, immediately expressing her thanks.

       “You should let her go to kindergarten and spend more time with her.” Chu Yunhan stood up and said to Lan Xin.

       “I saved money before and wanted her to go, but then…” She thought of her husband, who was worse than a beast. Filled with both hatred and guilt towards her daughter, she couldn’t continue speaking.

       “I will take care of Yuanyuan’s tuition. Your husband should not cause trouble again in the future. You can live here for the time being. Don’t go to Lihao anymore. Uncle Feng will arrange a job here for you. Cleaning or helping in the kitchen will not be very tiring. The salary will be higher than before, and you can spend more time with Yuanyuan. If you don’t want to work here, I can ask someone to find another job for you.”

       Lan Xin’s tears rolled down, and she choked up, “I want to. I want to… I don’t know how to thank you anymore. Really, I really… thank you…”

       “Why are you crying again?” He laughed helplessly and said jokingly, “I remember you always said that you were a tigress. Tigress don’t cry so easily.”

       She couldn’t help but smile and wipe away her tears. In a harsh living environment, she was accustomed to being covered in armour and struggling alone. Only when she had a solid shoulder to rely on did she reveal the softest side of a woman.

       Lan Xin understood that Chu Yunhan was just repaying the favour she had done for helping him. These things might not be worth mentioning to Chu Yunhan, but to her, this man pulled her and Yuanyuan out of the mire and saved their lives. Starting tomorrow, everything will be different.

       After settling the mother and daughter, Chu Yunhan happily drank the seafood porridge made by Auntie Song and took a shower. It was already midnight. He lay down in his room and looked at the family photo placed by the bedside. His fingers brushed over the old man’s smile and his parents’ faces little by little, with a gentle light in his eyes. His eyes slowly turned to his high-spirited self, smiled, and finally stopped on the face of Chu Yichen standing aside.

       He still remembered the day the photo was taken. The elders were laughing and talking, and the children were playing. He stood between them and secretly stretched out his fingers behind Chu Yichen and Chu Minran’s heads to make bunny ears while taking pictures. His father scolded him.

       Sure enough, he would always recall the past in this house and smile bitterly. After experiencing betrayal, escape, detention, struggle, r4p3 and suicide, looking back at old photos and thinking of the close companionship when he was young, it felt like a lifetime ago.

       In the still photo, young Chu Yichen looked at him silently with his black eyes. Chu Yunhan suddenly felt a little upset and placed the photo frame face down on the bedside table.

       I’m almost there. With just a little more effort, I can get rid of this person.

       He covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep.

       Lan Xin and her daughter were left in the care of Feng Tai, which made Chu Yunhan feel at ease. The next morning, he went to work with renewed energy. He needed to focus all his efforts on winning the tough battle to increase sales by eight percent. As the store’s anniversary week approached, he became busier, spending all day in the office. Unfortunately, the closer he got to the critical moment, the more problems arose, like a student about to enter an exam room suddenly realising they forgot to bring an eraser or that their pen was out of ink. Though these were minor issues, they kept his nerves on edge.

       A few days later, the anxious student Chu Yunhan finally faced this major test. The seven days of the anniversary week felt like the shortest seven days of his life. Although they extended the operating hours by four hours each day, it still didn’t feel like enough.

       He did not have high hopes for an increase in offline sales. He only hoped to remain relatively flat, focusing mainly on online sales. Since the store’s opening, Chu Yunhan, who was closely focused on the backend data of the website, had hardly had much rest. He drank one cup after another of coffee. After three days, he almost fell into a strange state of confusion and excitement, with dark circles under his eyes. With stubble on his face and messy hair, Bai Yang forced him into the office restroom and finally fell asleep.

       In a daze, he felt someone sitting down next to him and gently stroking his hair. The warm touch was a little familiar, and the light fragrance in his nose was also a little familiar. He wanted to avoid that hand, but he didn’t have much strength. He couldn’t even open his eyes to see who it was. So he could only drift off into one strange and bizarre dream after another. It was an uneasy sleep, and he woke up an hour later. No one was around him except for a thermos bucket on the table containing fragrant wild ginseng and chicken soup.

       Chu Yunhan took a sip and asked Bai Yang, “Where did the soup come from?”

       “Auntie Song made it and had it delivered.”

       He stared at Bai Yang for a while without saying anything. Then he lowered his head, finished the soup, and said, “Tell her not to bring it again.”

       “Yes.”

       He had always had a discerning palate and was very sensitive to the flavours of food. This soup had been on the bland side, with a light flavour and soft chicken, not made by Aunt Song. He had tasted this kind of chicken soup before.

       In the Chu family’s old house, it was Auntie Wang’s work.

       Who brought the chicken soup? Who was the person in the dream just now that he couldn’t see clearly?

       Since the other party wanted to hide it, he didn’t want to reveal it.

       Chu Yichen, you came to see if I can win, right?

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