Chapter 2756 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (40)

Inside the isolation chamber.

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

He looked towards the doorway, and Ling Yao slowly moved into the cabin, closing the isolation door behind him.

Ling Yao first glanced quickly at the monitoring screen by the bed, confirming that all indicators were staying in the green zone, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Jin Chen seems to have sobered up a lot; the period of riots has passed.

But before he could fully relax, he immediately picked himself up again.

Now that Jin Chen is fully awake, she's probably going to start settling scores with him.

Ling Yao belatedly felt intensely guilty, like a puppy that had done something wrong and was waiting for its master's punishment. He hung his head and slowly shuffled inward, rubbing his toes against the clean floor.

One step, two steps...

He secretly lifted his eyelids and quickly glanced at Jin Chen's face, seeing that his eyes remained calm and he showed no intention of stopping him.

Ling Yao grew a little bolder and took two more steps closer.

He hesitated for a moment until he reached the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor and gently pressed his cheek against Jin Chen's thigh.

This posture makes him appear very dependent.

"I was wrong..."

Ling Yao took the initiative, her coquettish voice like it was coated in honey, and began to apologize profusely.

But he cunningly avoided the main point, never mentioning his audacious plan to take the risk alone, and instead focused on what had just happened.

“I didn’t sneak away while you were asleep… I went next door for a checkup, and the doctor said I need to be monitored regularly…”

Ling Yao complained aggrievedly, secretly rubbing his back with one hand.

"...I need to rest a bit, I'm so tired..."

After saying that, he looked up at Jin Chen, his eyes were wet, and he nuzzled Jin Chen's hand that was hanging by his side with the tip of his nose, wanting to climb into his arms.

"Don't be angry anymore... okay? Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Chen flicked his forehead with a finger, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Don't get up."

Jin Chen finally spoke, his voice low and commanding.

Ling Yao winced in pain and pouted in grievance, but he still obediently knelt back down and didn't dare to move again.

Jin Chen was so angry at his appearance that she couldn't help but laugh.

The silver rod gently lifted Ling Yao's chin, bringing their eyes level.

The icy sensation made Ling Yao shiver slightly; he felt rather pitiful.

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

“…What?” Ling Yao obediently extended his right hand.

"Change it," Jin Chen said, lowering his eyes.

Ling Yao: "..."

If he still can't guess, he's a pig!

Ling Yao reached out his hand, looking aggrieved.

The silver stick struck Ling Yao's outstretched palm.

Snapped!

“I’m asking you a question, young master,” Jin Chen said, reaching out to pinch the back of his neck. “When you admit your mistake, at least say something positive, right?”

The respectful address uttered by Jin Chen carried a subtle sense of inversion and oppression in this context.

The tycoon's son, who had made a mistake, knelt at his feet, accepting discipline.

Ling Yao felt a numbness in his palm, followed by a burning, stinging sensation.

In all his life, he's never even been hit on the hand, let alone been spoken to harshly!

Strangely, I didn't feel ashamed at all, and my heart was racing.

Ling Yao seized the hand that wasn't holding the stick and kissed its warm, dry palm repeatedly, mumbling his apology as he continued.

“I know… I shouldn’t have gone on this risk alone, I shouldn’t have made such a dangerous plan behind your back, and I shouldn’t have acted on my own when you weren’t around… I was wrong…”

It's less of an admission of wrongdoing and more of a disguised form of coquetry.

Ling Yao's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were wet. After kissing him a few times, he would secretly glance at Jin Chen's expression. Seeing that he was still angry, he would lower his head and continue to kiss him, as if that would make up for his mistake.

Jin Chen couldn't help but laugh at his shameless behavior and reached out to touch his forehead.

next second.

The silver rod swung down again.

The fleshy sound, accompanied by the sensation of being attacked, froze Ling Yao completely.

His eyes widened, his face flushed red, and he instinctively reached out to cover his aggravated buttocks, instantly becoming furious!

"Jinchen! You actually...spanked me! How old am I! No one has ever dared to spank me before!"

"If someone makes a mistake, can't they be punished?"

Jin Chen looked at him calmly and asked in a low voice.

From Ling Yao's perspective, Jin Chen's fingertips held a silver stick, his jawline taut, his posture somewhere between indifference and control was incredibly alluring and... damnably sexy.

Ling Yao covered his buttocks, his shame and indignation inexplicably dissipating, his calves even feeling a little weak, his mind filled with only the sigh of "How can my boyfriend be so handsome and fierce."

He stared intently at Jin Chen, and suddenly felt...

It seems that getting a few spanks isn't such a hard thing to accept.

"...Is this how you're going to be punished? How many times will you get hit?" Ling Yao lowered his voice, trying to mentally prepare himself.

It didn't actually hurt that much; it was more of a feeling of shame and excitement from being controlled.

Besides, what's wrong with getting hit a few times by your boyfriend? It's not shameful at all!

"Okay, ten times. Count it yourself," Jin Chen replied.

Ling Yao steeled himself, deciding to go all in, adjusted his kneeling position, and mumbled some instructions.

"Then...then hit me, but be gentle...I'm still in pain." The last few words were stuck in her throat, unspeakable.

We've promised to teach him a lesson, so we won't let him off easily.

The stick struck with just the right amount of force, not enough to hurt anyone, but enough to teach them a lesson, and then it struck them several times more solidly.

Each blow was accompanied by Ling Yao's painful groans and trembling.

"one two three……"

After ten strokes, Ling Yao's eyes were red. He felt ashamed and wronged, and he tried his best to hold back his tears. In the end, he couldn't hold back anymore, sobbing as he turned his face to the side and buried his burning cheeks in Jin Chen's legs, his shoulders trembling slightly.

If the regret over that plan was merely rational before, now, with this real punishment, he dares not repeat it, nor even think about it.

Jin Chen stopped hitting him.

Ling Yao blinked his wet eyes, trying to hold back some of his tears, and whimpered as he tried to climb onto Jin Chen, seeking comfort and a hug.

Jin Chen reached out and pressed his hand on his shoulder, then touched his hair.

"It's not over yet. You're not allowed to get up, and I won't let you hug me."

Ling Yao: "!!!"

He was shocked! He couldn't believe his ears! They'd already hit him, and he wouldn't even give him a hug!

The tears I had been holding back finally burst forth, flowing down my face in a chaotic mess.