A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Private Section // Late Night Sleep // Anonymous Partition

[Topic]

OP: He was reluctant, but he still let me kiss him. When we kissed, he licked my tongue like a little kitten. He wouldn’t look at me, kept his eyes closed and didn’t know how to breathe, so clumsy. Even a mecha genius is stupidly clumsy at times like this, but it’s so cute. When I lowered my head to suck on his tongue, he resisted for a moment, but then immediately stopped struggling and let me suckle obediently. Being eaten by him like this is also so well-behaved. Compared to his usual cold, aloof appearance, he’s just too cute. But I think he’s perfect in every way; even when he’s giving me the cold shoulder, he’s cute, especially when he’s cold-faced and stepping on me I really love that. The wedding is planned for next month; he said we can only kiss before we’re married. His tongue was still swollen when he said that.

2L: Why is the “Lick-dog Bro” back? Your brothers on the forum already held your funeral; die quickly.

4L: Maya, big bro, you… you’ve staged a comeback and you’re still carrying on with your OOC (Out of Character) delusion essays, aren’t you?

5L: Correction: This is called “Resurrection from the Dead.”

6L: What is OOC?

8L: It means he’s not writing like the Princess anymore.

10L: I’m seriously speechless… Bro, do you want to take a look at what you’re writing? Is this still the Princess?

11L: He’s turned into a succubus.

12L: He’s turned into a piece of cold, aloof, but sticky little sticky rice cake as soon as I kiss and hug him.

13L: This is so cheesy/low-brow.

16L: The Lick-dog Bro’s illness seems to have worsened. Before, he just fantasized about holding hands and dating; now it’s reached the stage of French kissing. What’s next? Biting?

18L: He doesn’t deserve it. He’s just a piece of dog trash who isn’t even worthy of being bitten by the Princess.

19L: The Princess is fragrant; let me lick him…

20L: Damn you, you’re also unworthy trash.

21L: I want to purge all evil… Can I apply to have this thread banned?

23L: He built the forum; you can’t ban it. And, to the person above, I feel like your condition is pretty serious too.

26L: This is so disgusting, what is this garbage? It’s the first time I’ve wanted to block someone on an anonymous forum. Tutorial for a permanent block, please?

27L: Can anyone dox this Lick-dog Bro? No offense, I just suddenly want to see what this “B” looks like in real life.

29L: Many people have tried to dox him and failed. Lick-dog Bro has skills; at the very least, he’s a hacker god.

32L: This post… my eyes are infected after reading it. I always thought I was gloomy and dark, but that was until I saw this thing…

34L: Holy crap, this is too damn ridiculous!! If it weren’t for the fact that this forum only ever fantasies about one person, I’d think this was some idiot love-brain “delicate wife” essay.

36L: This is the idiot love-brain “delicate husband” essay written by Lick-dog Bro. Don’t doubt yourself; just roast him.

39L: Is the OP a masochist? Why won’t he delete the post even though he’s getting roasted this hard?

41L: Maybe? But when the brothers roast him, he ignores them or just uses his admin powers to ban the thread. It doesn’t look like he’s seeking abuse; it seems more like he prefers the Princess to roast him.

42L: Lick-dog Bro actually did write a thread where he fantasies about the Princess roasting him. It was super popular back then because the personality he wrote for the Princess was incredibly authentic—a cold-faced little kitten that hisses and kicks. Thinking about it, it actually fits reality. You guys should flip through the forum’s hot post history; you should still be able to find it.

45L: Princess… little kitten… what kind of people can even say these outrageous things…

47L: Are you new? Don’t be in such a hurry to mock; don’t get slapped in the face in a few days ^_^

50L: No mockery, I just feel like the “Princess” you guys talk about doesn’t have much to do with the Princess I know.

53L: It’s already a private, anonymous forum; what’s wrong with fantasizing a bit excessively? In real life, he’s just my male god; I’m not even worthy of liking him openly… Why does he only like Omegas? I was so broken when the news came out, I wanted to get gender reassignment surgery! 🙁 But I can’t bear to part with my 20cm bull…

54L: Nobody is worthy, otherwise we wouldn’t be huddled here like rats. No matter how good the family background or how handsome, you won’t get any special favor from him.

55L: Pretending to be EMO while actually showing off his 20cm bull.

56L: Isn’t that a standard size? I’m 22cm; did I say anything?

57L: You better be talking about your age.

59L: But then, I think about it Lick-dog Bro writes these fantasies every day, yet in reality, he hasn’t even said a word to the Princess. I find that hilarious.

60L: OP is a clown.

62L: Stop roasting him; if Lick-dog Bro leaves, who’s going to write these for me…

64L: I love reading them too; I love Lick-dog Bro’s essays the most. Brothers, I really love reading them.

65L: Lick-dog Bro’s alt account?

66L: Doesn’t look like it. He doesn’t usually troll.

67L: Love reading what? Reading fantasies about the Princess? I’m going to vomit.

68L: #Vomit#

69L: #GreenHatFetish#

71L: I don’t have a Green Hat (cuckold) fetish. But honestly, even though what Lick-dog Bro writes is ridiculous, it’s surprisingly easy to project yourself into it. He doesn’t write who is with the Princess; you just have to adjust yourself and project yourself into it.

73L: Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel. What he writes has an inexplicable sense of reality, and his prose is pretty good not like those sugary, fake industrial soaps.

74L: Why don’t you just report “Knight Bro’s” ID while you’re at it?

73L: You call this realistic? I just feel sick!

77L: Get out.

78L: Who told you to project yourself into it?

79L: Blocked. All of you, get out. This is my romance record thread; stop barking like dogs here.

80L: Laughing to death, some dog is triggered.

81L: Holy crap, Lick-dog Bro replying so late, he wasn’t savoring the feeling after finishing, right?

86L: OP, can you write a sequel? For example, the Princess sees through this man’s dark and clammy nature at a glance, flies into a rage, breaks up, and they never see each other again, separated by life and death.

87L: That’s not how you use “separated by life and death.”

88L: I know what I mean; I mean it’s good riddance to this lick-dog.

[This thread has been temporarily banned by the forum owner; you cannot continue to reply or interact, browsing only.]

…

Lu Yibo put down his communicator and glanced at the time displayed on the wall clock.

Fifteen minutes had passed since Yu Mianfeng left. Even if he were avoiding him out of discomfort, this was an excessively long time. Lu Yibo withdrew his gaze, leaned back completely against the wooden chair, and tapped his knuckles against the sandalwood table in front of him, one by one. The resulting sound overlapped with the slight ticking of the clock.

When he suppressed his expression and was no longer that gentle, his aura was not like an Omega’s at all. It was poised, ready to strike, like some kind of beast. Or rather, this was the kind of person he had always been.

Just as Lu Yibo narrowed his eyes and was about to get up and leave, Yu Mianfeng returned.

Lu Yibo adjusted his expression in an instant, stood up while supporting the tabletop with one hand, and said with a beaming face: “Mianfeng.”

Such simple words, passing through his throat, seemed to take a hundred twists and turns, carrying an inexplicable meaning.

Unfortunately, Yu Mianfeng didn’t pick up on it.

Yu Mianfeng had just experienced the harassment from Chen Xiulan, so his mood couldn’t be described as great. He nodded toward Lu Yibo as a signal and didn’t say anything more. He pulled out his chair, sat down with his onion-white fingertips pressing against the tabletop, and was about to flick the silver bell on the table to summon the waiter to serve the meal. The moment he looked up, he met Lu Yibo’s eyes head-on.

Lu Yibo remained rooted to the spot, not sitting down, the smile frozen on his face,僵滯 (stiff) for a moment.

Yu Mianfeng blinked; as their eyes met, the scene from a moment ago seemed like an illusion.

What is the protagonist shou doing? Yu Mianfeng felt slightly strange.

Neither of them spoke. Lu Yibo’s gaze slowly drifted downward, landing on the fingers Yu Mianfeng had placed on the table. Lu Yibo watched his fingertips, then suddenly smiled and lowered his eyes.

“Did you meet a friend just now?” he asked softly, his voice gentle.

Yet, the emotions in his heart were far from as calm as his appearance.

Lu Yibo could clearly sense a faint, thin scent of Alpha pheromones on the palm of Yu Mianfeng’s hand.

Who could it be, and what did they do?

Going out to meet that person while on a date?

Lu Yibo admitted that the dark thoughts in his mind were churning up again.

Yu Mianfeng opened his mouth and denied his words: “Not a friend, just an… acquaintance.”

Lying.

Lu Yibo did not ignore the slightly unnatural pause in Yu Mianfeng’s words. His mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, though he smiled on the surface and didn’t ask anything else. He sat down slowly, though when the appetizer was served, his hand clutching the silver fork lost a bit of control, dragging it across the plate to produce an unusually clear, sharp friction sound.

These various anomalies caused Yu Mianfeng to look up, finally realizing something was wrong. A hint of concern appeared on that typically cold face: “What’s wrong?”

It was an expression that had only ever appeared in Lu Yibo’s dreams.

It fascinated him so much.

Lu Yibo didn’t take his eyes off him for a single second, gazing deeply at Yu Mianfeng’s face, speaking softly as if afraid to disturb this wonderful dream: “…It’s nothing.”

Lu Yibo couldn’t tell Yu Mianfeng that he felt uncontrollably nauseated the moment he smelled an Alpha’s pheromones. Disgust a physiological disgust. Ever since he had differentiated into an Omega, he had found it impossible to endure that nauseating scent.

He also couldn’t tell Yu Mianfeng that he was jealous of him coming into contact with other Alphas. Doing so would only give Yu Mianfeng an excuse to distance himself further.

Perhaps the arranged marriage was just a whim of Yu Mianfeng’s, a decision made on impulse, to be followed by a sense of insipidity after the brief passion. Lu Yibo didn’t dare to gamble. If he couldn’t even maintain this engagement, he would have no qualifications to fight or compete for anything at all.

Lu Yibo suddenly had a very good idea, a very good one.

He lowered his eyes abruptly, furrowing his brows, putting on an expression of discomfort, his face turning slightly red from silently holding his breath.

This appearance, to anyone else, would seem like he was coming down with an illness. Yu Mianfeng stood up quickly, came to Lu Yibo’s side, and hesitated before stretching out the back of his hand to measure the temperature of his forehead. The moment he made contact, his wrist was gripped tight.

Lu Yibo pressed him against the wall nearby.

The man was slightly taller than Yu Mianfeng; he lowered his head, rubbing his nose against his face it was ticklish, his scorching breath spraying against the side of his neck, like some kind of beast smelling the scent of its prey.

For the first time, Yu Mianfeng learned that an Omega’s grip strength could be this great; for a moment, he found it difficult to break free. Or perhaps it was because he hadn’t dared to use his full strength to struggle; in his impression, Omegas were always delicate… creatures that needed his protection.

The distance was too close.

The light source behind Lu Yibo hit his side profile, giving him a sharp, keen edge, having nothing to do with the gentle image he usually projected. Yu Mianfeng only then remembered that, in terms of physiological structure, Lu Yibo was no different from him at all.

He closed his eyes, his tone taut: “…Let go. You’re not in a normal state right now; I’m going to call a doctor.”

Lu Yibo didn’t lift his head in time; instead, he licked the tip of Yu Mianfeng’s earlobe.

It was pink, and as his breath sprayed onto it, it slowly turned a deep crimson in his field of vision.

Yu Mianfeng’s eyes flew open.

Within that gaze, Lu Yibo forcefully interlaced his fingers with Yu Mianfeng’s. Yu Mianfeng had been somewhat resistant at first, but after the Omega displayed an expression of pain, he finally relented and let his guard down which gave Lu Yibo the opening he needed.

“My susceptibility period has arrived… An Omega’s susceptibility period is very painful. Mianfeng, can you give me a kiss?”

The more pitiful the expression on Lu Yibo’s face, the more forceful his actions became. In the end, to suppress Yu Mianfeng’s resistance, Lu Yibo pressed his knee directly into his crotch.

Yu Mianfeng took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly, struggling to resist the overly chaotic perception of emotions in his mind.

His palms were firmly gripped.

Skin contact…

His thighs could barely manage to keep him standing anymore.

This is definitely not the plot that was supposed to happen.