Counterattack Chapter 3

C3 "Training"

Dazzlingly, the white Ferrari stopped at the entrance of an alley, and after walking fifty meters, there was a Japanese food store without a signboard. Jimin Park often comes to this restaurant by himself, ordering a pot of sake and a dish of fish liver. The owner is Japanese, and he is old acquaintance with Park Jimin. Seeing that Park Jimin came with the guests, he personally served tea for the two of them.

"Want to have a drink together?" Park Jimin handed the drink list to Tian Jungkook.

"What am I drinking, brother?"

Park Jimin ordered Kagoshima's "Mori Izo" yaki drink. This is a liquor unique to southern Kyushu. It uses sweet potato as the main raw material. It has a strong and rich taste, plump and lingering in the mouth, and has the waxy and sweet aroma of roasted sweet potato and roasted chestnut. Because of its unique taste, it has received mixed reviews. I like it very much, and there are a lot of people who can't accept it. Park Jimin knew that Tian Jungkook probably wouldn't like this kind of wine, but he said the words "I drink what my brother drinks".

When the wine came, Park Jimin's glass was filled with a large piece of ice, while Tian Jungkook's glass was made of soup with half of warm water. Without clinking glasses, the two of them each picked up the wine in front of them. Park Jimin's mouth was a familiar cold energy, and Tian Jungkook also tasted the gentleness and softness of this thick mouthful of roasted drink for the first time.

"I don't think I need to trouble them to take the ice cubes in my cup, my brother's face is like an iceberg." Tian Junguo took a sip of wine and broke the silence.

"Are you used to drinking this flavor?" Bingshan asked him.

"Brother likes the taste is different from before." Tian Junguo said, picked up his glass of wine, leaned forward slightly and touched the glass in front of Park Jimin, and then took a big sip of wine into his mouth. Slowly swallowing, the alcohol went down, Tian Junguo only felt a faint burning heat in his chest. "If you're not used to drinking, you have to drink it."

Park Jimin led him to clink glasses and took a sip of wine. Putting down the wine glass, he changed the subject and asked Tian Junguo directly, "Why did you come back?"

"Because it's time to come back." Tian Junguo replied in a softer tone than Taro Yai. "Why did you suddenly agree to see me?"

"Jungkook wants to eat glutinous rice cakes, doesn't he?" Park Jimin's mouth showed a smile for the first time, and he continued: "It seems that Jungkook's taste has not changed. But you are right, brother's taste is indeed consistent with It's not the same as it used to be."

Tian Zhengguo felt a little dizzy, probably because he didn't rest yesterday, and after two sips of soju, his limbs were already tired. He wanted to look carefully at Park Jimin's face, his eyebrows, his hair, but the harder he tried to distinguish, the less he could see. If he can't see him, his head sinks more, and the sinker his head is, the more he can't see clearly. He simply closed his eyes and only listened to his voice.

He said, "Jungkook, have you heard a word. Wine may be a man's worst enemy, but the Bible says, love your enemy."

It was the hands and feet that Park Jimin asked the shopkeeper to do. The glass with ice is only ice, but the glass with water is not just water.

He said his face was an iceberg. But he forgot that the real iceberg is invisible to people.

On the day Jungkook returned home, the Titanic hit an iceberg.

When he woke up, Tian Zhengguo had already been stripped, leaving only the pair of black leather straps tied around his shoulders and waist. He knelt on the ground with his feet open, his ankles were fastened by straight-line links, his hands were tied together by leather handcuffs, and then hung by an iron chain and lifted above his head. Park Jimin changed into a grey silk shirt and stood behind him with a hand on the top of his head. He stroked in the direction of the hair twice, and then suddenly exerted force, grabbed his hair and told him to turn his head to the side, then leaned over to his ear: "Did you sleep well?"

"elder brother?"

Jungkook Tian's first instinct was doubt and denial. For a while, he didn't even know which thing to deny first, whether it was Park Jimin drugging him, or him kneeling on the ground with no clothes on, or Park Jimin holding a leather whip in his hand.

It was a 50cm tassel whip.

"Park Jimin!"

The second reaction is anger. He realized that everything in front of him was a real fact. His brother Jimin, his Jimin, is no longer the docile and cute kitten he knew.

Resistance is instinct. Tian Zhengguo twisted his body and struggled from side to side. He first shouted in a tough commanding tone: "Fuck! Park Jimin! What did you do? You let me go!" No response was received. Seeing that Park Jimin was indifferent to his anger, he turned to pleading: "Brother, will you let me go?"

Park Jimin covered his mouth with his hand, and then announced the rules of the game word by word: "Next time I hit you, you have to count the number yourself." After speaking, Park Jimin swung the whip, and the tassel hit Tian Junguo. right rib.

"Count to 1." Park Jimin ordered him.

The whip came down unprepared, and Tian Junguo couldn't help but let out a cry, and streaks of pink suddenly appeared on the white flesh on his ribs. He didn't expect his brother Jimin to attack him so hard. He also didn't expect that his leaving three years ago would hurt him so badly that he insisted on abusive revenge.

Seeing that Tian Jungkook refused to count, "Pop", in the same place, Park Jimin took another whip.

"Count to 1." His voice was colder than before, unable to resist.

With just these two strokes, the red marks on Tian Junguo's body overlapped into one piece. But the pain of this flesh and blood is not worth the humiliation, resentment, puzzlement, powerlessness and guilt that he is suffering in his heart at the moment. One percent or one thousandth.

Park Jimin drew the third whip. "Count 1."

A tear fell from the corner of Tian Zhengguo's eyes. "1."

Replace the left rib. "Snapped."

"2." Tian Zhengguo knelt straight and remained motionless.

Park Jimin stood a little further away, and threw the tassel on the back of Tian Jungkook with his big arm.

Tian Zhengguo gritted his teeth and squeezed out from his mouth: "3."

"4."

"5."

When he counted to 100, Park Jimin turned from behind Tian Jungkook to him, and replaced the tassel whip in his hand with a short whip. He brought the short whip close to Tian Junguo's face, slashed along his cheek to his neck, collarbone, and front chest, then raised his wrist and smashed the whip quickly. Tian Jungkook turned his head away, unwilling to look at Park Jimin. Tian Zhengguo turned his head to the left, and Park Jimin slapped him on the left cheek with a whip.

"number."

"102."

The hit on the face didn't actually hurt, but Tian Zhengguo's tears flowed out in a series unconsciously.

Park Jimin slapped Tian Jungguo's upper body lightly and heavily, suddenly quickened his rhythm and whipped a dozen whips intensively, suddenly stopped and only rubbed the whip against his skin, made a circle around his nipple, looked at his expression, and then again inadvertently made a heavy blow. Drop a whip.

Park Jimin beat Jeon Jungkook more than 300 times. Every time, Tian Junguo counted clearly. Tian Zhengguo's body was already a deep pink, and there was blood everywhere. Park Jimin put down the pointer, stroked his blood, and asked him, "Do you regret it?"

Tian Zhengguo did not answer.

Park Jimin untied the chains and fixing bars on his hands and feet and told him to lie down on the bed. Tian Zhengguo had no desire to resist, so he obediently lay down on the bed. Park Jimin handcuffed his hands, feet and limbs to the corners of the bed, and then took out a small hemp rope. He tied the hemp rope tightly around Tian Junguo's sack, then looped it in the opposite direction, tied it firmly, knotted it, and cut off the excess rope end after the knot with scissors. Park Jimin only licked Tian Jungkook's penis twice, and the thing changed from half-erect to erect.

Park Jimin took out a stun stick. The black rod body held by the handle controls power generation, and the conductor at the front end of the rod body is a transparent sphere with a diameter of ten centimeters.

"Continue to count." Park Jimin said, and brought the conductive ball closer to Tian Jungkook.

The electric shock is different from the pain of a whip. As soon as the conductive ball hits Jungkook's body, he groans uncontrollably. Park Jimin electrocuted his ass, electrocuted his thighs, electrocuted the wound on his chest, electrocuted his nipples, then electrocuted his penis, electrocuted his tied pouch, electrocuted his glans.

With every call, Tian Jungkook counted.

Then he teased his body with a feather, teased his nipple with his left hand, and charged his ass with his right. The left hand teased his waist, and the electric rod of the right hand immediately touched his other nipple. Then he scratched the blue veins on his erect penis with feathers, and then immediately electrocuted it with an electric rod, making the veins thicker, and then repeatedly scratched and electrocuted him. Tian Zhengguo counted the torture he endured, minute by minute, between overlapping and alternating itching and numbness.

Park Jimin asked him again, "Do you regret it?"

Tian Junguo replied to him this time: "I regret your mother."

Without saying a word, Park Jimin slammed the electric shock stick on Tian Jungguo's lower abdomen and electrocuted him for three seconds. Tian Zhengguo's body was still shaking left and right with the current, and Park Jimin grabbed his legs and swallowed the upright thing into his mouth. deep throat.

Park Jimin sucked Tian Jungkook's dick, smashed his nipples, then moved over to lick his nipples, smashed his dick, and so on. Under the constant stimulation and torture, Tian Junguo's body kept shaking up and down, left and right, and the chains of his handcuffs were also jingling. Tian Zhengguo felt almost to orgasm countless times, but he couldn't ejaculate because the sack was tied, and he turned from moaning to crying. He couldn't cry until he couldn't cry anymore, he just gasped for breath, and he was shaking all over, feeling that his body was reaching its limit.

But even so, he didn't drop a single number.

1273, 1274, 1275.

Park Jimin put down the stun stick in his hand and loosened Tian Jungkook's sack. Semen spurted out in an instant.

"1275 days, you left me for a total of 1275 days."

Park Jimin removed Tian Jungguo's handcuffs and wiped his semen and tears, then lay down beside him and patted his trembling back. It's okay not to shoot, but once it was filmed, Tian Zhengguo choked up again, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

Park Jimin held Tian Jungkook's small face with both hands, rubbing his lips up and down while wiping his tears with his thumb.

"Good Guoguo, don't cry anymore, will my brother give you an enema?"