15 Fifteen Whales
No, no, this won't do! Immediately, Wen Fan’s face showed a rare flicker of panic. He glanced around the conference room; every employee’s eyes were fixed on him with eager anticipation, waiting for his words.
He swallowed hard and instinctively clutched at his collar—only to suddenly realize he was wearing a collar.
Wen Fan froze, his guilt deepening. The expectant gazes of the staff turned into judgmental stares, as if they could see through his sharp suit right into the body adorned with toys beneath.
“President Wen, why are you wearing a collar?”
“President Wen, why do you have something down there as well?”
“President Wen, I never thought that someone so high and mighty in public would secretly act like a dog for others. It’s hilarious!”
…Countless malicious whispers and judgments swirled around Wen Fan. Yet, he—he actually felt exhilarated!
He took several quick breaths, struggling to suppress the surge of desire within using his spiritual energy. His reason told him he could not reveal his true self in a place like the conference room.
But a burning heat in his belly urged him onward, slowly dragging him toward the abyss.
He yearned to tear off his clothes so everyone could see and understand that beneath his polished exterior was such humiliation!
Jin Xuan, assistant to the president and fortunate enough to sit closest to him, was the first to notice her boss’s abnormality. “President Wen, are you alright?”
Wen Fan nearly bit through his lower lip, sweat slowly beading on his skin.
The warm moisture began at his collar, trailing down to his collarbone, then to his defined abs, along his slender, strong waist, and finally to the most shameful and secret lock…
Dizzy and momentarily disoriented, Wen Fan misread the meaning behind Jin Xuan’s furrowed brow.
The young human girl seemed to be saying, “Haha, President Wen, this is your day too, huh?”
Something in his mind snapped, and Wen Fan slid off his chair.
Everyone gasped in alarm, anxious to know what was wrong with their boss. Jin Xuan and a few others helped Wen Fan up and suggested, “President Wen, are you feeling unwell? Perhaps we should end the meeting early.”
“Agree quickly, agree!” a voice urged Wen Fan.
But another, more elusive voice tempted him: don’t end the meeting—let everyone see what their most respected president really is.
Seeing Wen Fan’s face grow paler, Jin Xuan had no choice but to intervene. “President Wen isn’t feeling well. Let’s end the meeting here.”
The meeting adjourned, and Wen Fan felt a profound sense of loss. Ah, his secret hadn’t been exposed after all—what a pity…
At that moment, a sliver of reason returned to his mind, and he hurriedly told Jin Xuan, “Take me back to my office.”
No sooner had he spoken than the lock on the collar jolted again, harder than before.
He had to bend over, clenching his legs tightly, letting out a muffled grunt.
Everyone heard that strange sound.
Jin Xuan widened her eyes in surprise but forced herself to remain calm. Raising her hand, she urged everyone to leave quickly: “It’s nothing serious, President Wen just has stomach pain. Everyone, please get back to your work and don’t stay here to gawk.”
Her words carried weight, and despite their curiosity, the staff departed.
Only Wen Fan and Jin Xuan remained in the conference room. She escorted him back to his office.
Though Jin Xuan clearly heard the muffled grunt, she refused to believe her boss was involved in something so extreme. Perhaps she had just misinterpreted it…
She took a cup of cold water and placed it on the desk, thinking it best to leave quickly. “Please rest well.”
After she left, Wen Fan firmly locked the office door behind her, then crawled under the desk like a child, curling up as he tore at his jacket and shirt in disarray.
The words on the collar—“Jing Chengyun’s Dog”—caught the sunlight, shining brightly, casting Wen Fan’s face hidden in shadows with a grim, dark expression.
In the freedom of his office, Wen Fan no longer restrained his desires with spiritual power. He plunged deeply into the black vortex, breathing and moaning heavily and long.
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To help Jing Chengyun with her dental surgery, Wen Fan had kept her phone number. Now, it was finally useful.
His phone rang. Unsettled, Wen Fan placed his palm near his groin, stroking the tattoo he’d had for three years.
The tattoo bore the same words as the collar, like a curse that sealed his fate and passed judgment on his life.
He answered the phone.
His face flushed, voice trembling: “Yunyun, did you press the remote?”
On the other end, Jing Chengyun was somewhere noisy, surrounded by a crowd making her head ache. “Of course I did.”
“I’m in a meeting—I almost got caught.” Wen Fan sounded helpless, with no hint of blame.
“Got caught? You were excited too, weren’t you? President Wen, do you want everyone to strip you and see what’s underneath?” Jing Chengyun’s voice rose teasingly at the end.
“No!” Wen Fan panicked. “Yunyun, only you are allowed to see my body. Only you can touch my collar. Even I can only be walked by you!”
They shared a moment of silence, a tacit understanding.
Wen Fan’s heart felt as if it had been punched, aching deeply. Did he really crave showing his disgrace in the conference room? Absolutely not! That privilege belonged solely to Yunyun!
Hearing his sincere confession, Jing Chengyun was astonished; even her voice changed slightly. She covered her mouth, fearing others might overhear. “Wen Fan, you’re the most shameless person I’ve ever met.”
“You’re the most shameless person I’ve ever met.”
…Such a beautiful and melodious insult.
Wen Fan’s scalp tingled with delight, every pore wide open. Suppressing his rising excitement, he lowered his voice and pleaded mournfully, “Yunyun, insult me again. I’ll record it on my phone to listen to whenever I’m feeling shameless…”
“Huh?” Jing Chengyun exclaimed dramatically, gaining a new perspective on Wen Fan. Had he really been this shameless three years ago?
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