After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 12

“Mr. Yan, don’t…!”

Jian Anmian had spent a long time studying that item earlier. Seeing it was meant for the legs, he had taken off his trousers, but even after rubbing his skin raw trying to figure it out, he still hadn’t made heads or tails of it.

He had even taken a photo and used an image search on his phone to find out what it was. The results had been a flood of “not safe for work” images from the BDSM community, which shocked him so much he almost dropped his phone. His face had turned beet red as he closed the app as if he were holding a hot potato.

Because putting his pants back on was a hassle, he thought he would just ask the man through the door. Who could have known the man would push the door open and walk right in!

Jian Anmian frantically bent over to grab his pants draped over the back of the chair, only to have his wrist caught by the man. He was yanked down and pressed firmly into the chair.

Yan Zhimuo knelt on one carries before him, one hand pressing down on the youth’s thin shoulder while the other grasped his slender knee. His deep gaze swept over the boy’s legs—they were thin and snow-white, like two pieces of fine jade. His toes curled together nervously, and the skin all the way up his calves had turned red, his knees looking as if they had been stained by peach blossoms.

In utter shame, Jian Anmian pressed his legs tightly together. His pale, slender fingers trembled as they clutched the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it down to cover himself, yet he was afraid of ruining the man’s expensive clothes. His voice shook as he shook his head, his brain so dizzy he felt he might faint: “Mr. Yan, I… I can do it myself. Could you please step out for a moment…”

Yan Zhimuo looked up, his dark, obsidian eyes staring deeply into Jian Anmian’s. His voice was husky, like a traveler parched for water in a desert: “Do you know how?”

Jian Anmian’s breathing was erratic, the corners of his eyes burning red. He looked at the man with wet, pitch-black pupils, like a snail timidly peeking out its antennae, and asked cautiously: “Then… could you teach me?”

Yan Zhimuo sucked in a breath and licked the tip of his tooth. Although “command and obedience” was an excellent dynamic, it wouldn’t do this time.

“I’ll teach you next time,” he said. “This is the first time; I’ll put them on for you personally.”

Jian Anmian shook his head with teary eyes, still resisting: “Mr. Yan, really, there’s no need…”

“Jian Anmian,” Yan Zhimuo’s patience finally ran out. He frowned and straightened his posture, his broad palm pressing down on Jian Anmian’s fragile knee. His dark gaze stared straight into the boy’s timid eyes as he spoke slowly, word by word, “Don’t make me say it a third time.”

He disliked it most when others defied him. Being able to speak so much to Jian Anmian with a calm voice was already a rare show of gentleness from him.

Jian Anmian shivered in fear. He was most terrified when the man called him by his full name; every time the man used such a serious tone, it meant he had angered him again.

An angry Mr. Yan was terrifying. His gaze was so deep and dark, as if he could pierce right through him with a look alone.

Jian Anmian immediately dared not move an inch. He lowered his head and apologized tremblingly: “I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.” Yan Zhimuo smiled and patted Jian Anmian’s head, then knelt back down. He picked up the shirt stays from the side. A large hand grasped Jian Anmian’s slender ankle and gently lifted one leg, while the other hand threaded the pure black elastic strap through. He explained unhurriedly: “These are called shirt stays. They are buckled around the thighs to hold the shirt hem in place and prevent it from bunching up. This way, a formal suit looks more crisp and tidy.”

As Yan Zhimuo explained, he helped Jian Anmian put them on with a steady pace.

Jian Anmian covered his eyes with one hand in shame while the other gripped the edge of the chair tightly. Hot blood scorched its way from his toes to the tips of his ears; even his pores were trembling from the heat. He brainwashed himself with self-deception: As long as I can’t see it, I won’t feel embarrassed.

“Once the shirt stay is fitted on the thigh, tighten it to a comfortable degree. There are several straps here; pull them up and use the metal clips at the ends to grip the shirt hem.”

For every sentence Yan Zhimuo spoke, he followed through with the action so that even if Jian Anmian couldn’t see, he could visualize it through the description.

The man’s posture was actually not suggestive at all. His palms and fingers were hovering most of the time, trying his best to avoid touching Jian Anmian’s skin. However, the more he did this, the harder it was to ignore those accidental, minute contacts. They were like small but scorching sparks, fanning flames in every direction, scratching at his heart like a cat’s tail—unable to be shaken off, yet impossible to catch.

Jian Anmian felt as if his very bones were melting under the man’s meticulous care. His chest tightened in waves, his heart pounded, and his scalp felt numb.

“It’s on. Stand up and take a look.”

Finally, the last annoying metal clip was securely fastened to the shirt hem.

As Yan Zhimuo straightened up, his pinky mischievously hooked the elastic band and suddenly let go. The elastic black strap snapped against the skin with a loud thwack. Jian Anmian’s body gave a sudden jolt. He couldn’t help but look toward Yan Zhimuo with wet eyes that were pitiful and carried a hidden accusation.

“Mr. Yan…!”

A perverse sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in Yan Zhimuo’s heart, but his face remained cold and ruthless as he said: “Don’t act cute. Stand up and walk around to see how it feels.”

I’m not acting cute!

Jian Anmian didn’t even have the strength to argue. His toes tentatively touched the floor, and his hands gripped the back of the chair as he tried to stand. However, the next second, he slumped limply back into the chair, apologizing shiveringly: “I’m sorry, Mr. Yan, my… my legs are weak. I can’t stand up.”

“It’s alright, I’ll help you up.” Yan Zhimuo smiled and patted his head. His strong, powerful hand wrapped around Jian Anmian’s waist, effortlessly lifting him into his arms. He leaned down to pick up the suit trousers and stuffed them into Jian Anmian’s hands. “Good boy, put your pants on yourself.”

Jian Anmian took the trousers with shaking hands and tried to pull them over his legs. Because he was weak and trembling, he failed several times. Tears of frustration began to well up: “I’m sorry, Mr. Yan, I can’t get them on.”

“It’s okay, I’ll help you.” Yan Zhimuo held Jian Anmian with one hand and briskly pulled the pants up with the other. Finally, he pressed Jian Anmian against the wall and buckled the exquisite leather belt he had personally chosen for him. Then came the bowtie, the cuffs, the snow-white socks, and the elegant, cute little leather shoes.

Jian Anmian looked down as the tall man knelt before him once more. Without allowing any room for refusal, the man grabbed his ankle. Even though there was a chair, the man insisted he step on his knee. He then proceeded to pull the pure white socks slowly over his bare feet. Finally, as if it were the last step of assembling a doll, he fitted them into the shiny leather shoes.

“All done. Walk a few steps and see.” Yan Zhimuo straightened up, supporting Jian Anmian’s soft waist with one hand and holding his thin, white hand with the other, leading him through a couple of steps.

Yan Zhimuo looked into the fitting mirror at the youth being half-embraced in his arms. The boy was shyly lowering his head, his hands trembling as they clutched the man’s arm. Satisfied, he patted Jian Anmian’s head and praised him without stint: “Not bad. Very cute.”

“…Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Yan.” Jian Anmian felt lightheaded and dizzy, his back felt numb, and he could barely stand straight. His mouth answered instinctively.

“Since it fits well, we’ll keep this set. Take it off and change into the next one.”

As Yan Zhimuo spoke, he actually turned around and sat down composedly on another chair nearby.