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As Anthon's question fell, he was about to turn and leave the bathroom when he suddenly felt a hand tightly grasping his wrist from behind. He turned around to see Brother Jie, with foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth, clearly having hurriedly responded while brushing his teeth. Brother Jie casually pulled out his toothbrush, the toothpaste foam not yet fully cleared away. Anthon's face flushed red, feeling nervous and scared as he said, "What are you going to do this time?"
At that moment, Brother Jie's expression was unexpectedly gentle. He said, "I don't like anyone who doesn't brush their teeth in the morning; it makes your mouth stink. As my passenger... I won't allow that to happen." His words carried an undeniable command, but the tone was surprisingly soft. Just as he finished speaking, Brother Jie suddenly pulled hard, drawing Anthon's plump figure into his embrace.
Anthon's body involuntarily leaned against Brother Jie's strong chest. He looked up at Brother Jie, whose face still bore traces of toothpaste foam, seeming to radiate care and protection at that moment. Brother Jie's arms tightly wrapped around Anthon; though the grip was firm, it also conveyed a hint of warmth and safety. Anthon's heart raced as he felt the solidness and warmth emanating from Brother Jie's chest, which brought him an inexplicable sense of security but also increased his panic.
"You..." Anthon tried to break free, but Brother Jie's arms locked him in place like iron claws, rendering him immobile. Anthon's face grew increasingly red as feelings of shyness and tension overwhelmed him. He lowered his head, unable to meet Brother Jie's deep-set eyes for fear of losing himself in their depths.
Brother Jie leaned down and gently whispered in Anthon's ear, "Relax; I'm not going to eat you." His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable strength that made Anthon tremble. Brother Jie's hand slowly glided across Anthon's back as if soothing a frightened little animal; though the motion was assertive, it also held a touch of tenderness.
Anthon's heart was filled with conflict and struggle; on one hand, he felt extreme discomfort and shame from such intimate contact; on the other hand, he couldn't deny the flicker of safety he felt at that moment. This emotional turmoil left him utterly confused and pained; he didn't want to be trapped by this contradiction but couldn't completely escape Brother Jie's hold.
Brother Jie smiled slightly, his gaze exuding an irresistible confidence and dominance. His fingers gently stroked Anthon's hair as he softly said, "You know, Anthon, you're special. Don't always be so tense; relax a bit and enjoy the moment." His voice was almost hypnotic, causing Anthon's body to involuntarily loosen up as his tension and resistance began to fade.
Anthon's face turned as red as a ripe apple; his breathing quickened, and he didn't know where to place his hands, leaving them stiffly hanging by his sides. He felt Brother Jie's breath near his ear, bringing a wave of warm air that sent shivers through him. Brother Jie's fingers lightly brushed against his earlobe; the sensation nearly made him lose his balance as his body instinctively leaned closer to Brother Jie.
"You can't just..." Anthon attempted to say something to mask his nervousness and shyness, but the words tumbled out incoherently. "You're being too domineering; I..." His voice grew softer until it became a faint whisper, almost like he was speaking to himself.
Brother Jie chuckled lightly, a glint of mischief and satisfaction in his eyes. He gently cupped Anthon's face to make him look directly into his eyes. "Anthon, you need to learn to accept me and all of this." His voice was low and magnetic, imbued with an irresistible force that left Anthon feeling utterly confused and powerless.
At that moment, Anthon's heart was filled with contradictions and struggles; on one hand, he wanted to escape this suffocating environment and distance himself from Brother Jie's control and provocation; on the other hand, he couldn't deny the flicker of safety and dependence he felt at that moment. This complex emotion left him feeling bewildered and tormented; yet he knew he couldn't escape this reality and could only silently accept it all.
Finally, Anthon took a deep breath and managed to force a smile as he softly said, "Alright, I'll brush my teeth." His voice carried a hint of resignation and submission, but there was also a glimmer of determination in his eyes. He knew that no matter what kind of provocation or threat he faced, he had to defend his dignity and would never back down.
Brother Jie's expression suddenly became serious as he stared at Anthon, speaking in a firm and domineering tone, "Your teeth... must be brushed by me! This is an order... not a notification..." Before Anthon could react, Brother Jie quickly spat the toothpaste foam from his mouth into Anthon's, then picked up a toothbrush and began brushing Anthon's teeth.
The fragrant toothpaste foam mixed with Brother Jie's saliva filled Anthon's mouth. This unprecedented invasion and humiliation made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to protest, to struggle, but it felt as if the strength had been drained from his body by this sudden act, leaving him powerless to stand there and accept Brother Jie's forced "care." His eyes widened in surprise and fear, his pupils filled with shock, while his fingers tightly gripped the wall beside him, his nails digging deep into the surface as if that was the only way to maintain a shred of sanity and control.
Brother Jie's movements carried an irresistible force; his fingers firmly held Anthon's chin, forcibly opening his mouth as he brushed his teeth with strength and precision. Each stroke of the toothbrush across Anthon's mouth brought a strange sensation, the bristles gliding over his teeth and gums, causing waves of stimulation and numbness. Brother Jie's actions were unhurried, each brushstroke resembling the careful crafting of a work of art, filled with control and dominance.
Anthon wanted to close his mouth, but Brother Jie's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding his chin in place, rendering him immobile. His breathing became rapid, his mouth filled with the fresh scent of toothpaste and the taste of Brother Jie's saliva, which made him feel immense shame and anger. A hint of humiliating tears flashed in his eyes, but he forced himself not to let them fall, trying to preserve a final shred of dignity.
"You are going too far!" Anthon finally could not bear it any longer and protested loudly, but his voice was muffled by the toothbrush and toothpaste foam in his mouth. His protest was tinged with helplessness and anger yet could not conceal the indescribable feeling deep within.
Under this extreme control, Anthon's heart was filled with complex emotions: shame, anger, and helplessness intertwined. He felt completely dominated and controlled; this sensation caused him immense pain and confusion. He could not understand why he felt a hint of hidden pleasure in this situation, which only deepened his shame and contradiction.
Brother Jie continued with calm determination; while brushing Anthon's teeth, he softly said, "Anthon, you must learn to accept me, accept my way." His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an irresistible power that made Anthon feel unable to resist. His fingers gently caressed Anthon's cheek with a subtle blend of tenderness and dominance; this contradictory feeling left Anthon even more disoriented.
Anthon's heart was filled with struggle and pain; on one hand, he wanted to escape this suffocating environment away from Brother Jie's control and provocation; on the other hand, he could not deny the strange sense of dependence and security he felt at that moment. His breathing quickened, heart racing as emotions clashed violently within him, leaving him utterly confused and tormented.
In the end, Anthon could only weakly accept everything. He closed his eyes and allowed Brother Jie to control his body and will. This feeling brought him immense shame and pain; yet at the same time, he could not deny that hidden joy and dependence deep within himself. He knew he could not escape this contradiction and confusion; he could only struggle and lose himself in these extreme emotions.
Finally, Brother Jie stopped brushing and released Anthon's chin. A glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he softly said, "Alright, now your teeth are clean." A smile curled at the corners of his mouth as if embodying a victor's stance, suggesting that "you have ultimately submitted."
Anthon's heart was filled with helplessness and humiliation; he lowered his head, unable to meet Brother Jie's gaze directly as he silently wiped away the toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth. He knew that no matter what kind of provocation or threat he faced, he had to uphold his dignity without retreating. But at that moment, he felt utterly confused and powerless against this contradictory and painful reality.
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