I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 750: The More You Scold, The Better

Chapter 750: The More You Scold, The Better

After being fiercely scolded by Ai Mi and treated like non-recyclable garbage, Xing Xing didn’t get mad, but rather secretly had an expression of pleasure.

Is it because he was hooked by her sweet appearance, so he felt extra pleasure being scolded by a life-size Barbie doll with an alluring voice.

What a pervert! I already realized a long time ago that whenever Xing Xing said something or did something stupid, I would call him “idiot” or “moron”, but he never got angry and instead looked encouraged because he thought the reason I called him names was because I didn’t treat him like an outsider.

It is true that I won’t really scold them with too harsh words and my tone would also be very much in line with a big bro speaking to a younger bro, but it’s rare to see someone like Xing Xing who likes to be scolded.

The more he is belittled by a strong person with “power” or “beauty”, the more he feels that he is being paid attention to by the other party, and being belittled is better than being ignored. That’s the reason why Xing Xing thinks the world is beautiful even being berated by Ai Mi. He probably thinks the reason someone beautiful is berating him is because he’s special…

After he carefully pocketed his autograph book, Xing Xing bowed to Ai Mi with a pleased expression.

“Miss Ai Mi’er, if you don’t want me to appear in front of you again, then I won’t appear in front of you again in the future…”

Xing Xing wiped the non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes.

“Um… I will silently be your fan in the future. I love Miss Ai Mi’er’s singing.”

“Shut up. You’re not allowed to like me, you don’t have the qualifications to like me. If you don’t scram, I’ll tell my bodyguard to burn you with a flamethrower.”

005 cooperated by making it seem like he was holding a weapon and about to fire.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving.” Xing Xing nodded and greeted me before he left: “Brother Ye, I’m leaving first.”

What a shameless little bro. I once heard my dad and Director Cao discuss the psychology of p.o.r.nography and talked about how some people love “verbal abuse” and especially likes to be scolded by women with a condescending att.i.tude. Whether it’s “loser”, “useless”, or “coward”. The more they are insulted, the more excited they get.

I seriously suspect that among those stalkers who pester Ai Mi in the States, some of them also want to be scolded by Ai Mi and that’s why they are so persistent. No wonder even though Ai Mi’s att.i.tude towards her fans is so bad, there are still hardcore fans who support her. It turns out those hardcore fans are lolicon who feel better the more they get bullied.

It is difficult to understand from my point of view since I don’t like to be bullied by girls. Although objectively I was bullied by Xiao Qin for many years, I felt absolutely no pleasure from being bullied, but instead, an unforgettable hatred rose in my heart.

But that’s all in the past now. So many things have already happened between me and Xiao Qin, it would be petty of me to still dwell in the past.

Basically, I don’t like to be scolded by girls and I don’t get some kind of perverted pleasure from being scolded.

Unless it’s a special situation, such as:

The time when the cla.s.s leader sc.r.a.ped her knee in gym cla.s.s, I forcibly picked her up and took her to the infirmary and she pounded my chest with her fist in order to get me to put her down.

The time when the cla.s.s leader was stopped by me after school when she came out of the bicycle shed and she called me a “hoodlum”.

The time when we were at the hotel at Cui Song Mountain and she got taken advantage by me who was drunk. I forced a kiss right in front of Zhuang Ni and she had to twist my nipples to get me off of her.

Also the time when I handcuffed the cla.s.s leader, who was wearing a police uniform, to the bed with her own handcuffs, then rudely tore her clothes, to which she yelled “pervert”, “do you want to die”, and “I won’t forgive you”.

Wait, the last one didn’t actually happen, it’s only a scenario I imagined. But I’m sure that I would get more pleasure covering the cla.s.s leader’s mouth with tape, rather than letting her speak freely and curse me.

So the only time I feel pleasure when being scolded by the cla.s.s leader is when I’m taking advantage of her. It’s kind of the same feeling as turning the hunter into the prey. I would watch her futile struggle, desperately resist, and finally still can’t avoid being eaten by me.

Scene playing in my head:

After the hunter Shu Sha shot the last bullet and threw three hunting knives, but she only grazed the fur of the metal-blooded lone wolf. She leaned against the tree and no longer had any strength to stand up.

I licked the knife wound on my front leg and took a step closer with excitement. My narrow wolf eyes stared at Shu Sha’s camouflage hunting clothes that were cut by thorns, and her white skin that was exposed by the tears.

It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten meat…

Seeing me getting closer and closer, Shu Sha clenched her teeth and tried to use her mountain boots to kick up the fallen leaves under her feet to block my view and escape, but she eventually found herself at the end of her rope, unable to perform even this simple action.

She could only close her eyes, her pale but still elegant face and neck leaned back against the rough tree trunk, waiting for the final blow.

My scorching breath sprayed in her ear and made her frown slightly. She didn’t know when the blow aimed at her throat would arrive, and the tension of her impending death made her sad as well as a little afraid.

This is it, you and I have been fighting back and forth for two days and nights with this tree as the center. I suffered multiple gunshot and knife wounds, in order to see the fear on your face.

The prey that was the wolf was now subduing the hunter, it’s a victory that makes it all worth it. Now every wound on my body has become a source of joy for me, reminding me how hard it was to obtain victory.

As a wolf, I put my sharp teeth close to the cla.s.s leader’s ear, enjoying the uncontrollable trembling that was transmitted to me from her beautiful hair, then I suddenly opened my mouth and said:

“Call me husband, call me husband and I won’t eat you.”

Ah, the wolf in my imagination was slapped, but it felt so good. If I was able to peel off the cla.s.s leader’s majestic outer armor to see her soft insides, it would be worth it even if I was stabbed by the hunting knife again.

“What happened to the manservant?” Ai Mi pointed me, who was standing still, and asked Dr. Yu.

“Thinking about women.” Dr. Yu was quite straightforward and his guess was accurate.

Ai Mi’s blue eyes immediately filled with jealousy and dissatisfaction, “Who are you thinking about? A mere manservant actually dares to daydream in front of the master? You’re allowed to think about other women when you’re in front of me.”

That’s not what a sister should say, but what a wife should say, stop putting yourself in a strange position.

“Beep. The third master’s computing chip is obsolete, it is recommended to replace it with a six-core processor.”

B-2, who still didn’t have the anesthetic wiped clean, “kindly” put forward its own suggestions.

Don’t worry about it, the brain theater is so complex that even a sixteen-core processor can’t handle the load and it will produce obvious lag. Daydreaming is an uniquely human ability, so there’s no need to be envious and jealous of us.

While I was standing still, Dr. Yu had already put Obama on the treatment bed, injected it with a drug similar to what Xing Xing received and waited for Obama to wake up.

“Hey, how come Obama still isn’t awake.” Ai Mi complained, “Did you get the wrong dosage, if my dog dies because of your treatment…”

I said the same thing earlier, but Dr. Yu deliberately reduced the dosage so that Obama would be in a light sleep and wake up naturally which is more beneficial to physical recovery.

“How about a few more slaps.” I still couldn’t forget the scene from my imagination just now. The scene of the metal-blooded lone wolf being slapped by the cla.s.s leader was quite comical.

“Slapping who?” Ai Mi looked at 004 and 005 and the two bodyguards could not help but feel nervous.

Dr. Yu shook his head, leaned down close to Obama’s ears and shouted, “It’s time to eat. If you don’t get up, you won’t get anything to eat.”

The effect was immediate! Obama quickly jumped up, his two eyes darted around and his head swung from side to side looking for the food.

You glutton. You steal your master’s underwear for food. You can even ignore the cla.s.s leader’s hunter’s aura for food. Today, you mistakenly thought that the anesthetic was alcohol and knocked yourself out.

Now, you immediately woke up as soon as you heard there would be food. ah, It’s comparable to those students who sleep in cla.s.s but immediately wake up when they hear the teacher say “cla.s.s is over”.

After returning Obama to Ai Mi, Dr. Yu began to improve B-2’s anesthesia needle launcher, at least to the point where the anesthetic would not leak all over the floor.

Dr. Yu seemed at ease and having fun while improving the design of his high school days.

On the lab bench not far behind him, I already saw a cage full of mice. I’m afraid they are the victims Dr. Yu is going to use for his drug tests.

If you die in the test, don’t blame Dr. Yu, blame me. Anyway, I often feed domestic cats, stray cats, which means I’ve helped your enemies.

At this time, Peng TouSi came and told Ai Mi that it was time for her routine body ma.s.sage and the ma.s.seur was already waiting in room 101, so Ai Mi should go there as soon as possible.

Although it was considered body maintenance, Ai Mi wasn’t really against body ma.s.sages. All she had to do was lie still and let the ma.s.seuse press on her skin, so it’s more comfortable than aerobics or going on a diet.

“Room 103 is still reserved for you, so you have nowhere to go, go there first to rest.”

Ai Mi turned to me and said before she followed Peng TouSi back to room 101.

Room 103, the room where I was recuperating some days ago? It had furnis.h.i.+ngs comparable to a four-star hotel and there was also a large LCD TV inside where you can watch p.o.r.n for free…

After Ai Mi left the infirmary with the bodyguards, I asked Dr. Yu, who was fixing B-2, “The TV in room 103 that can receive p.o.r.n…”

“I sold it.” Dr. Yu replied without looking up, “Not the TV, but the chip that receives p.o.r.n. I sold it to a counterfeit manufacturer, so I think they will soon ma.s.s produce it and put it on Taobao for sale… I don’t care as for when it will be blocked, anyway, the money from the sale can slightly supplement my shortage of research funds…”

You have no integrity! So you’re the one who invented those USB TV sticks sold on Taobao that you can you to watch foreign adult for free. You’re poisoning our society! Are you going to wait until the consumers jerk off until their arm gets crippled then sell them a mechanical arm?

Ten minutes later, when I was alone with Xiao Qin in room 103, the LCD TV hanging on the wall could no longer play p.o.r.n.

But for some reason, Xiao Qin still made a moaning sound similar to those in p.o.r.n.