What?

Reciprocity?

After clearly hearing what Chu Junheng had said, Wen Ruyu’s eyes widened. A trace of disbelief surfaced on his exquisite face.

The original host had never encountered anything like this.

And certainly would never have expected it.

If every gift he accepted required an equivalent exchange, he would never have taken them in the first place.

Wen Ruyu pushed the heavy watch back toward Chu Junheng. His cool voice carried a hint of panic.

"Take it back."

"I don’t want it anymore."

But accepting a gift was easy. Returning it was not necessarily so.

Chu Junheng did not reach out to take it. Nor did he loosen his grip on Wen Ruyu’s wrist. Clearly, he was not satisfied with that outcome.

Wen Ruyu tried to pull his hand back. His fingertips turned pale from exertion, but Chu Junheng’s strength far exceeded his. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

"Let go."

He was anxious and angry. The corners of his eyes flushed red. A layer of moisture gathered in his beautiful eyes, making him look fragile and wronged.

He was clearly furious. Seeing that Chu Junheng refused to release him, Wen Ruyu lifted the hand holding the watch, intending to smash it hard against Chu Junheng.

But in the next second, one sentence froze him in place.

Chu Junheng looked down at him and spoke slowly.

"This watch costs over thirty million."

"If you smash it and break it, you probably can’t afford the compensation."

Wen Ruyu’s expression stiffened. His hand froze midair. His slender pale fingers instinctively tightened around the strap.

Over thirty million.

For the original host’s background and ability, that was practically an astronomical sum. He might never earn that much in his entire life.

Even if he sold all the gifts he had previously received, he still could not repay it.

Chu Junheng watched him freeze, still beautiful even in shock. His eyes darkened slightly. Without another word, he gripped Wen Ruyu’s wrist and dragged him toward the shadowed side of the nearby teaching building.

"Chu Junheng, what are you doing!?"

Wen Ruyu stumbled, caught off guard. His slender body nearly lost balance as he was forcibly pulled along.

"What exactly do you want!?"

"Let go!"

He grabbed Chu Junheng’s arm and tried to pry his hand away, but the difference in strength was too great. Every struggle appeared weak and futile.

"Chu Junheng!"

"Let me go!"

It was lunchtime. Students filled the path. When they noticed the commotion, their gazes turned in unison.

Then they froze.

The slender, beautiful boy was being dragged forcefully. His skin was pale to translucence, flushed faintly red from struggling. His features were so refined they looked like heaven’s most biased creation. Even his flustered resistance was stunning.

Everyone could see his unwillingness. Everyone knew he was being forcibly dragged away.

If he were pulled into some unseen dark corner, he might be bullied mercilessly. He might not even be able to cry.

Yet not a single person stepped forward to stop it.

No one reached out to help him.

Not even someone daring to call the police.

Because everyone recognized who was dragging him.

Chu Junheng.

The sole heir of the Chu Group. The most untouchable existence in this school.

But wasn’t he always Wen Ruyu’s devoted fool?

Why was he treating someone like this?

More than one person had that question. A student nudged another with his elbow.

"Did Chu Junheng… fall for someone else?"

The other student stared blankly at the struggling figure.

"Very likely."

With someone who looked like that, it seemed natural to fall for someone else.

Another student stared at Wen Ruyu for a long moment before suddenly recalling something.

"Maybe not someone else."

"Isn’t that Wen Ruyu?"

Silence fell instantly.

The Wen Ruyu who strung Chu Junheng along like an ATM?

Many present had never seen him in person. They had only heard rumors and seen photos online.

They had never imagined he could be this beautiful.

Their memories scrambled to recall a vague silhouette. That blurred image overlapped with the figure before them.

As if color had suddenly been poured into it.

In the past, they laughed at Chu Junheng for being a fool.

But now, none of them found it funny.

If it was this person…

Even being a fool did not seem unreasonable.

Chu Junheng paid no attention to what others thought. He dragged Wen Ruyu into a deserted shadowed corner and finally stopped.

No one was around. The darkness blocked even sunlight. It made Wen Ruyu even more uneasy. His voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Chu Junheng, what do you want!?"

Chu Junheng bent slightly, looking down at him. A faint smile curved his lips.

"I already said."

"Reciprocity."

His voice was low and magnetic, casual yet dangerous.

"If you can’t give me what I want, I’ll just take it myself."

He lifted his hand. Cool fingertips lightly pinched Wen Ruyu’s chin.

The strength was not excessive, yet it was firm and unyielding, forcing him to lift his head. There was no room to turn away.

A flash of panic crossed Wen Ruyu’s eyes. He pressed his lips together and forced calm into his voice.

"Forcing someone is illegal."

Chu Junheng chuckled softly. His gaze grew darker, settling on Wen Ruyu’s soft pale lips. The distance between them was absurdly close. Their breaths almost intertwined.

"You accepted my gift, didn’t you?"

"If you took my things, it was mutual consent. Where is the coercion?"

Wen Ruyu’s panic deepened. The moment Chu Junheng lowered his head, he suddenly stomped hard on his foot.

Chu Junheng loosened his grip in pain.

Wen Ruyu seized that chance, shoved him away, and turned to run.

He barely made it two steps before his wrist was seized again.

Chu Junheng yanked him back and pressed him hard against the cold wall. Before Wen Ruyu could react, he grabbed his chin and kissed him directly.

The unfamiliar warmth on his lips made Wen Ruyu’s eyes widen in shock. Panic filled his beautiful eyes. He instinctively tried to stomp again.

But this time, he failed.

Chu Junheng seemed to anticipate it. He bent his knee and forcefully pressed his leg between Wen Ruyu’s thighs, pinning him completely.

Wen Ruyu could no longer use force. He could not even close his legs.

The position was humiliating and terrifying.

He struggled desperately again, but Chu Junheng’s strength was overwhelming. With one hand, he seized both of Wen Ruyu’s wrists and pinned them above his head.

Wen Ruyu’s eyes were already filled with tears from struggling. His long lashes were damp. His delicate face flushed red.

Beautiful like a flower blooming at its peak, on the verge of decay.

Stunning.

Zhang Yang and Jin Duoduo had followed. They stood not far away.

From their angle, Chu Junheng’s tall figure completely covered Wen Ruyu. Only the hands pinned above his head were visible.

Even a fool would know what was happening.

Zhang Yang instinctively wanted to rush forward.

Jin Duoduo grabbed his arm immediately, lowering his voice.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you tired of living? You dare interfere in Young Master Chu’s business?"

"Do you know what kind of person he is?"

"Do you know how much your family weighs in comparison?"

"Do you want your family destroyed?"

The words struck hard.

Zhang Yang stiffened and sobered instantly.

The Chu family stood at the very top in the capital. It was not something his family could contend with.

He turned away and did not look again.

Jin Duoduo exhaled quietly. He did think Chu Junheng was excessive.

But he had the capital to be excessive.

Even if he killed someone today, he might not bear any responsibility.

Let alone forcing a poor student with no background.

They stood guard, fulfilling their role as followers.

In the corner, Wen Ruyu was completely restrained. His breathing was stolen. The wall blocked any retreat.

He could only endure the relentless kisses.

Tears slid down from his eyes. He looked fragile and pitiful. The earlier arrogance was gone.

But Chu Junheng was clearly not satisfied.

He pressed Wen Ruyu’s chin harder, forcing his lips slightly apart, intending to invade deeper.

Wen Ruyu sensed his intent and bit down hard without mercy.

The taste of blood spread instantly.

Chu Junheng’s grip loosened for a split second.

Wen Ruyu pushed him away with all his strength and slapped him hard across the face.

The crisp sound echoed in the quiet corner.

He regretted it the moment after.

This was the Infinite Horror Game, not a lawful modern society.

But Chu Junheng did not get angry.

He tilted his head, pressing his tongue against the stinging cheek, then licked the blood at the corner of his lips.

The metallic taste stimulated his nerves.

As if the warmth still lingered.

Slowly, he curved his lips into a pleased smile tinged with obsessive madness.

"Thank you for the treat."

"Pervert!"

Wen Ruyu threw the word at him and ran without looking back. His slender back looked panicked and disheveled, yet still heartbreakingly beautiful.

This time, Chu Junheng did not stop him.

He watched him disappear, wiping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

Then his phone rang, shattering the quiet.

He answered casually, a trace of lingering pleasure in his tone.

"Hello?"

The assistant’s respectful voice came through.

"Young Master Chu, the gift list and account statements you requested have been compiled and sent to Wen Ruyu. As instructed, he has been given three days to return everything, otherwise legal proceedings will begin."

Chu Junheng froze.

The smile on his face stiffened instantly.

The air fell into dead silence.

Chapter 47

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