Chapter 2755: Transmigrated to the Aristocratic Academy as a Special Recruit 40

Inside the isolation chamber.

Jin Chen casually sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers playing with a slender silver demonstration stick.

He looked toward the door; Ling Yao shuffled in awkwardly, then pulled the isolation door shut behind him.

Ling Yao first glanced quickly at the monitor by the bed, confirming all indicators were staying calmly in the green zone, and his heart eased a little.

Jin Chen seemed much more awake; the violent phase had passed.

But this relief hadn't fully settled; it immediately tightened again.

The sober Jin Chen was likely about to start settling scores with him.

Ling Yao belatedly felt a strong sense of guilt, like a puppy that had done wrong and awaited its master's punishment, head drooping, toes lightly scraping the clean floor as he shuffled in slowly.

One step, two steps…

He furtively lifted his eyelids, glanced quickly at Jin Chen's face, seeing his eyes still calm, with no intention to stop him.

Ling Yao plucked up a bit more courage and moved another two steps closer.

Until he brushed against the bedside, he hesitated, then knelt on the floor, bending his knees and lightly resting his cheek against Jin Chen's thigh.

This pose made him look full of dependence.

"I was wrong……"

Ling Yao struck first, his cooing voice wrapped in a layer of honey, beginning to babble his apologies.

But he was crafty, skirting the main issue, never mentioning his reckless, solo risky plan, instead harping on what had just happened.

"I didn't sneak out while you was asleep…… I went next door for a physical check-up; the doctor said regular monitoring was needed……"

Ling Yao still complained, feeling wronged, and quietly rubbed his hand behind him.

"……I need to rest a bit, I'm really tired……"

After speaking, he lifted his face, looking up at Jin Chen from below, eyes glistening, his nose brushing the back of Jin Chen's hand hanging at his side, wanting to climb into his embrace.

"Not angry anymore…… okay, huh!"

Before his words faded, Jin Chen flicked his forehead with a raised finger, neither light nor heavy.

"Don't get up."

Jin Chen finally spoke, his voice low and deep, an unquestionable command.

Ling Yao winced, pouting in resentment, but he obediently knelt back, daring not to move again.

Seeing him like that, Jin Chen couldn't help but laugh.

The silver stick lightly lifted Ling Yao's chin, bringing their gazes level.

The cold sensation made Ling Yao shudder slightly, looking pitiful.

"Is it because of this?" Jin Chen's dark eyes deep, seeing through his little thoughts, "Stretch out your hand."

"... What for?" Ling Yao obediently stretched out his right hand.

"Switch hands." Jin Chen said, lowering his gaze.

Ling Yao: "……"

If he still couldn't guess, he'd be a pig!

Ling Yao stretched out his hand, feeling wronged.

The silver stick whipped across Ling Yao's open palm.

Smack!

"I'm asking you, young master." Jin Chen said, reaching to pinch his nape, "Apologizing but picking the nice parts to say, is that it?"

The honorific spoken from Jin Chen's lips now carried a subtle sense of reversed status and oppression.

The errant young master of the conglomerate knelt at his feet, accepting discipline.

Ling Yao's palm went numb, transmitting a burning sting.

He'd grown this big; never mind being hit on the palm, he'd hardly ever heard harsh words!

Yet strangely, he felt no embarrassment, and his heartbeat even fluttered a bit.

Ling Yao seized the opportunity to grab Jin Chen's hand that wasn't holding the stick, kissing his warm, dry palm over and over, mumbling apologies.

"I know…… I shouldn't have gone adventuring alone, shouldn't have hidden from you to make such a dangerous plan, and certainly shouldn't have acted on my own while you were away…… I was wrong……"

Rather than an apology, it was more like a roundabout way of coaxing.

Ling Yao's cheeks flushed, eyes glistening; after a few kisses, he'd sneak a glance at Jin Chen's face, seeing he wasn't appeased, then lower his head to keep kissing, as if that could erase the mistake.

Seeing his shameless act, Jin Chen finally couldn't hold back a chuckle, reaching to press against his forehead.

The next second.

The silver stick swung down again.

With a slightly fleshy sound, accompanied by the sensation of being struck, Ling Yao's whole body froze.

His eyes widened, face flushing red, he instinctively covered his brutally struck buttocks, instantly bristling!

"Jin Chen! You actually…… hit my butt! How old am I?! No one's ever dared hit my butt!"

"You made a mistake; can't you be punished?"

Jin Chen looked at him, composed, and asked lowly.

From Ling Yao's perspective, Jin Chen's fingertip lifted the silver stick, his jawline tense, a pose between aloof and in control, utterly exuding a sultry vibe…… and damn sexy.

Ling Yao covered his buttocks; his shame and indignation mysteriously faded mostly, his calves even felt a bit weak, his mind filled only with the sigh, "How can my boyfriend be this handsome and this fierce?"

He stared at Jin Chen, dazed, suddenly feeling……

That being spanked a few times wasn't so hard to accept.

"……Well, well then, that's the punishment? How many hits?" Ling Yao's voice dropped, giving himself a mental pep.

Actually it didn't hurt much; it was more the shame and flutter of being controlled.

Besides, what's the big deal about being hit a few times by your own boyfriend! It's not embarrassing at all!

"Mm, ten hits, count them yourself." Jin Chen replied.

Ling Yao steeled himself, threw caution to the wind, adjusted his kneeling posture, and muttered instructions.

"Then... then go ahead and hit me, gently... I'm still sore." The last few words were swallowed in his throat, hard to say.

Having said we'd make him remember the lesson, naturally we wouldn't let him off easily.

The stick came down with just the right force—not enough to hurt, but enough to remember the lesson, and it landed solidly several times.

Each strike was accompanied by Ling Yao's pained grunt and trembling.

"One, two... three..."

After ten hits, Ling Yao's eye sockets were red, feeling ashamed and wronged; he struggled not to let tears fall, but finally couldn't hold back, hiccuping as he turned his face and buried his burning cheek against Jin Chen's thigh, his shoulders trembling slightly.

If before it was just rational regret about that plan, now this real punishment makes him dare not repeat it—not even dare to think about it.

Jin Chen stopped his hand, no longer hitting.

Ling Yao blinked his wet eyes, holding back tears a bit, murmuring as he crawled toward Jin Chen, seeking comfort and a hug.

Jin Chen, however, reached out to press his shoulder, ruffling his hair.

"It's not over yet—you're not allowed to get up, and no hug."

Ling Yao: "!!!"

He was shocked! He could hardly believe his ears! The beating was over, yet he wasn't even given a hug!

The tears he had been holding back burst forth, streaming down in a messy rush.