I Picked Up the Greatest Villain in the Story

59.

“I’ve removed the ankle chains. I’ll just adjust the length of the wrist chains.”

As Sehun touched the chains, they glowed blue and automatically lengthened. Previously, Jian could barely raise his arms high, but now they were long enough for him to walk to the door on the left.

If not for the current situation, he would have marveled at the artifact’s utility, but now he only felt a sense of hopeless frustration.

“Can you walk on your own?”

“…Of course.”

How old did Sehun think he was, treating him like this? Was Sehun perhaps trying to return the treatment Jian had given him when he was young?

Jian moved backwards and slid his hips to the side, fearing Sehun might approach. Clutching the blanket like a lifeline, he moved at a snail’s pace.

The situation called for patience, and both remained silent.

Finally standing on the floor, Jian gripped the blanket tightly to keep it from dragging and headed towards what he assumed was the bathroom door.

“Is this the bathroom?”

“Yes.”

He had asked just in case, and received an affirmative answer. Before opening the door, he turned on the light and peeked inside to see a spacious area with even a bathtub.

A toilet, sink, bathtub, and even shelves like a powder room. From the looks of it, it was no less than a luxury hotel bathroom.

Relieved by its normal appearance, he tried to close the door first but was hindered by the chains. He poked his head through the door gap and found himself face to face with Sehun, who had come right up to the door.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable to use the toilet while holding the blanket? I can help you.”

His tone was light, as if offering to help carry a heavy load. Jian, appalled, quickly shook his head.

“No. It’s fine. I can manage on my own. Please… go far away.”

He pleaded, pride be damned. He didn’t even want to imagine how Sehun intended to “help.” Not wanting Sehun to hear him using the toilet, he waved his hand, and Sehun shrugged and obediently returned to the bed.

Jian sniffled at his pitiful state. Unsure when Sehun’s mood might change, he quickly folded the blanket neatly and placed it on a nearby shelf before attending to his needs.

His body shivered as his body heat escaped. After finishing and washing his hands, he saw a haggard figure reflected in the mirror above the sink.

“…”

His condition was so awful that it seemed remarkable Sehun had thought of kissing him.

His eyes were swollen (upon closer inspection, he even had eye boogers), dark circles had settled under his eyes, and his hair was matted.

Realizing his appearance was hard to face, let alone kiss, without rose-colored glasses, Jian quietly turned on the sink.

“Hyung, did you wash up?”

As soon as he came out, rubbing his face with a towel, a cheerful voice greeted him. Sehun jumped up from his chair and looked in his direction.

It was as if Jian could see a large tail wagging like a propeller behind Sehun’s back.

“…Are you going to chain my legs again?”

There was something more important than answering. Just having the ankle shackles removed made him feel much better.

The thought of his ankles being bound again made him feel conflicted. As he lingered by the door, not intending to go to the bed, Sehun approached with long strides.

Jian hastily retreated, but Sehun caught him faster. Due to the sudden movement, the blanket slid down his body.

He flailed his free arm, trying to gather the blanket while Sehun held his other arm.

“Why are you so shy? It’s just us here. Is it because you’re naked alone? Should I undress too?”

“No!”

He didn’t want to become a pervert who simultaneously felt self-loathing and admiration at seeing his brother’s naked body.

Hunching his shoulders, Jian watched Sehun’s movements. His gaze kept trying to drift to Sehun’s lips, so he focused intently on the area between Sehun’s eyes and philtrum.

“Alright. I won’t bind your legs.”

Sehun said with an expression of making a big concession. Surprised by this unexpected behavior, Jian looked at him, and Sehun smiled bitterly.

“…I don’t want you to hate me.”

The words “Then you shouldn’t do this…” rose to Jian’s throat, but Sehun’s apprehensive expression made his heart soften infinitely.

“When will you give me clothes?”

He cleared his throat and changed the subject. Though he was certainly shocked and resentful, he knew the day he truly hated Sehun would never come.

If someone else had done this, he would have tried any means to subdue them, but even now he was only considering Sehun’s feelings. Even to himself, Jian felt he was too soft on Sehun.

“That’ll be a bit later. Are you very uncomfortable?”

“…Of course.”

While Sehun often slept shirtless because he disliked feeling stuffy, Jian was different. Even in midsummer, he wore full clothing.

He was sensitive to cold, and even with Sehun, he felt embarrassed showing his naked body.

His bare lower half was a complex, but his unusually pale nipples were also something he didn’t want others to see.

He hoped it was just his imagination that Sehun’s gaze seemed to be constantly directed below his neck.

“Clothes aren’t allowed yet. Let’s stop at removing the ankle shackles for today.”

The implication not to push for more was clear in his words. Jian could only sigh and nod reluctantly.

He held onto the hope that by persuading Sehun bit by bit, he might eventually escape this confinement.

* * *

Second day of confinement.

Jian drifted into a light sleep but woke up feeling stifled. He could vaguely make out the silhouettes in the dark room.

The room’s layout was quite simple. A bed in the center with a small bedside table next to it.

There seemed to be a window, but thick blackout curtains prevented any light from entering.

Unexpectedly, there was a potted rubber plant by the window, and a three-drawer chest reaching waist height next to the bathroom door.

There seemed to be small objects on top of the drawer, but he hadn’t examined them closely yet.

Next to the drawer, on a cozy-looking carpet, were a round table and two chairs. Beyond the bed on the opposite side was a three-seater sofa against the wall with a standing TV in front of it.

Upon closer inspection, it had a layout perfect for a studio apartment, though there was no visible kitchen or front door.

More pressingly, Jian bit his lip as he looked at the arm wrapped around his waist. The reason for his difficulty breathing was behind him.

He felt dizzy from the hot something pressing firmly between his buttocks.

Though he had fallen asleep alone, somehow Sehun had climbed into bed, and why was he as scantily clad as Jian, and moreover, why was his erect penis poking at his hyung’s backside while sleeping?

Jian had a lot of questions to ask Sehun. For now, he carefully tried to remove the arm constricting his body.

Not wanting to stimulate the sleeping boy and create an even more embarrassing situation, he held his breath as he grasped Sehun’s arm to remove it.

“Mmm…”

A soft moan accompanied the feeling of something soft nuzzling his nape. Simultaneously, the arm that had been pressing against his stomach relaxed slightly.

The problem was that Sehun was now fondling one of his nipples with his fingers. The touch was too persistent to be a new sleep habit.

“…Sehun.”

Instinctively, Jian sensed that Sehun was awake. He called out in a deep voice, but Sehun pretended not to hear and continued fondling his nipple.

Having never touched himself there, Jian didn’t know it could feel like this when stimulated. His thighs involuntarily clenched together.

He tried to pull his body forward, but it was useless. If anything, the sensation of something blunt pressing between his buttocks only intensified.

“Stop it.”

Speaking more firmly than before, he tried his best to remove Sehun’s arm. There was no need to be considerate anymore since Sehun was clearly awake.

“Why is it so hard here? I only touched it a little.”

Lips touched his earlobe as a husky voice tickled his eardrum.

“Will it get plumper if I keep touching it?”

“No, wait, stop touching…”

He knew it was possible to feel pleasure from the chest, but he never thought it would apply to him. He should push back harder, but the unfamiliar sensation made his body go limp.

Realizing it would be difficult to shake Sehun off with force alone, Jian reached forward and grabbed the edge of the mattress. He then used his arm strength to pull his body forward.

“Where are you going, hyung?”

However, the hot body temperature immediately followed, clinging even more tightly.

“Why are you suddenly like this…”

Hadn’t the atmosphere been relatively normal until they fell asleep?

Although he still hadn’t been given clothes and had a few confrontations with Sehun using the blanket as his only defense, there had been no contact beyond face caressing.

That’s why he had unknowingly felt safe enough to fall asleep. Not realizing that Sehun would take advantage of him while he slept.