He spoke as he pointed the muzzle of the gun at Sangami Hanzo, as if he was really going to shoot, frightening Sangami out of his wits.
"Stop! Stop! I’ll listen to you! I’ll listen to you! You’re truly masculine! I like it so much! I have a whip! Please don’t shoot, if you want to hit me, you can whip me!"
The speed of Sangami’s change caught Wen Xishu off guard.
But Wen Xishu was very satisfied with the effect.
In the Island Country... no, to be precise, in the whole world, due to some children being taught from a young age to be strong, not to cry, to endure anything, the biggest difficulties in life can be overcome by gritting their teeth...
This culture of strength and education does indeed result in some children developing a strong mindset.
But there are also some children who, in this process, establish a mechanism... I can’t cry, I can’t be weak, I can’t be defeated.
Over time, the part of them that yearns for weakness, for crying, for relaxation, gets suppressed.
So many people start to enjoy whipping themselves, establishing a master, and being a dog.
Sangami had witnessed too many such men... even women.
They might be social elites or corporate executives, but in front of Sangami, they were all dogs.
They would enjoy the beatings and insults from Sangami, openly acting as weaklings.
Because in their prior lives, they couldn’t show the slightest weakness in front of anyone.
High-pressure society has created many inner deformities and twists in people. By catering to others’ twisted and distorted inner fantasies, Sangami had tamed many people.
Before the apocalypse arrived, every weekend, he would receive numerous orders, including arrogant corporate executives and even rich ladies who surprised him.
Both men and women, and gradually... even students.
After the apocalypse arrived, his abilities began to evolve in this direction.
Anyone tamed by Sangami would become increasingly dependent on him, turning into Sangami’s true pets.
At this moment, Sangami was amazed that such a masculine person still existed in this country.
Wen Xishu did not know what Sangami was thinking, but the rules he established were—
Sangami could only communicate with Takahashi Fumihiko and Takahashi Mariko.
"The ideal state is for the three monsters to keep each other in check. But achieving this is not easy, I still have to keep trying."
Wen Xishu looked at Sangami:
"I’m not interested in you, I told you, I like the other dimension, remember, you’re not allowed to talk to me. If you talk to me, the first words must be ’report,’ then tell me if you need to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom. Understand?"
"Understood... understood..." Sangami, staring at the dark muzzle, knew he had to understand.
Wen Xishu continued:
"But how can people not talk? I welcome you to communicate with the other two people in the room. You can talk to them freely."
Wen Xishu was still afraid of Sangami. This kind of monster that captured people with Spiritual Power was the hardest to deal with.
So he had to set rules and establish his own authority. There’s a saying, a bullet is only the most threatening when it’s not fired.
After establishing the communication and survival rules in the room, Wen Xishu stopped talking and walked to the sofa, lowering his head and waiting for the next visitor to knock on the door.
But in the eyes of Sangami and others, he seemed to have fallen asleep.
Sangami was still intimidated by the kick from Wen Xishu and the apparent intent to shoot just now.
So Sangami’s current thought was... to conquer Wen Xishu, but he needed helpers first.
The rebelliousness and unpredictability exuded by Wen Xishu were what fascinated Sangami the most.
But for now, he planned to start with Takahashi Fumihiko.
"Little handsome, you seem troubled, do you want to talk to sister about it?"
Sangami, relying on various drug injections and silicone padding, had an impressive chest.
He was clearly very confident in his charm, directly pulling Takahashi Fumihiko over for a breast suffocation, commonly known as a milk bath.
This set of actions made Takahashi Fumihiko glare:
"What are you doing! You old and ugly dead sissy!"
Sangami’s brow twitched, clearly angered by this remark. Wen Xishu had a gun and was the owner of the room; Sangami couldn’t do anything to him while dormant, but he certainly wouldn’t be bullied by Takahashi Fumihiko.
"I’ll make you my obedient little dog. Do you think I don’t know what’s on your mind? Being a good child is very painful, right? I know your news, you’re the brightest student on this Rokkasho Island!"
"I know you! Don’t you feel oppressed living in such an environment? Come, come to mommy, mommy will let you relax."
"Dream on!" Takahashi Fumihiko pushed his glasses.
That was the sign of a murderous intent.
Wen Xishu was delighted to see this scene.
He was not sure about Takahashi Fumihiko’s past, but from the information provided by the police, he could somewhat judge...
Takahashi Fumihiko was a psychopathic killer.
The top student of Rokkasho, the good student and child in everyone’s eyes, actually had an extremely perverse heart...
Sangami, I’m sorry, this is not a meek child enduring forced strength.
Takahashi Fumihiko is more like an evildoer playing the role of a good person.
So Takahashi Fumihiko, actually, is not the kind of person who can be tamed.