After Becoming a Cannon Fodder in a Restricted Novel, I Was Framed and Slept with My Nemesis - Chapter 2

Jiang Yu’s hands clawed wildly at Shang Zhel’s back, leaving behind trails of crimson scratches, while Shang Zhel’s hands gripped his waist tightly, as if trying to crush him.

Long since lost in a haze, Jiang Yu was driven by instinct. The man’s embrace felt comforting, his scent intoxicating, making him crave closeness, wanting more.

He had secretly released a large amount of Emotional Pheromones, determined to control Shang Zhel, to make him serve him, to amplify his own pleasure.

Yes, Irradiated Humans, not only did their own Emotional Pheromones spiral out of control, triggering heat cycles, but when they accumulated to a certain point, they could release a different type of Emotional Pheromone to bewitch their prey. In the original story, Jiang Yu had used this very method during his first encounter with Shang Zhel. This pheromone was far more potent than any aphrodisiac; none who inhaled it could resist.

Shang Zhel remained completely immersed in the kiss, unaware that he had already been ensnared by that peculiar, intoxicating aroma.

The temperature in the small cubicle rose steadily, their breaths growing increasingly rapid.

Jiang Yu’s long dress was pulled aside, revealing his smooth shoulders and delicate collarbones.

Shang Zhel’s shirt buttons were torn open, revealing his muscular chest.

They wrestled fiercely in the cramped stall, their kisses spreading from lips to chin to neck. Shang Zhel’s kisses were both domineering and surprisingly tender. He paused slightly at the neck, his remaining rationality reminding him that the person in his arms was male. But in an instant, the person in his arms let out an impatient sound, like a cat’s mewl, making his heart flutter. Shang Zhel’s instincts overwhelmed his reason. He gently nibbled on Jiang Yu’s Adam’s apple, eliciting a series of soft whimpers.

“You like men?”

“So impatient! So desperate?”

“You want to be on top? No way.”

“Stop struggling! Just let me… fuck you…”

“Don’t pant! Don’t breathe on my neck!”

Shang Zhel continued to spout lewd words.

Jiang Yu did indeed like men. This wasn’t uncommon at their academy, but with so many flamboyant young men, Jiang Yu had always kept a low profile.

The Jiang Yu in the book was different: a naturally enchanting appearance and a voice that could bewitch any heart. At this moment, he was utterly irresistible.

His hand slid into Shang Zhel’s hair, gripping it tightly as he pressed his head against Shang Zhel’s neck.

With no space between them, he craved more touch, more warmth.

Sensing his desperation, as if emboldened, Shang Zhel’s kiss grew more fervent. His hand slid from Jiang Yu’s back to his waist, gently stroking the smooth skin.

“Damn! This feels so good!” Shang Zhel couldn’t help but sigh as Jiang Yu actively embraced him.

He hadn’t expected Jiang Yu to be like this. Though clumsy and lacking technique, it was utterly intoxicating to him. Both were experiencing this novel, disoriented, yet utterly exhilarating sensation for the first time.

“What’s your name? Hmm?”

Shang Zhel was completely under the influence of the scent, his eyes bloodshot and irrational. He had to know—what was the name of this irresistible person?

Jiang Yu had long lost his senses, focused only on pleasure and completely ignoring Shang Zhel’s ramblings.

“Not telling?”

The sofa in the booth shook violently.

“Jiang… Xiaoyu…”

“Little Fish, good boy…”

Shang Zhel coaxed him, tempted him…

The feast lasted for a very, very long time. Under the influence of the drugs, Jiang Yu had no shame, while Shang Zhel’s rationality had long been shattered by the sight. Feline Humans’ bodies were more flexible and resilient than ordinary people’s, with lean, taut muscles that allowed them to effortlessly perform feats beyond the reach of ordinary humans. This was too overwhelming for Shang Zhel. From wolfing down food to savoring delicacies, to being unable to eat another bite yet still instinctively swallowing, until Jiang Yu finally exhausted his last ounce of strength, he completely lost consciousness.

As dawn broke, Jiang Yu gradually regained consciousness. He moved slightly, his body feeling like it had fallen apart, especially the searing pain between his legs. He looked around, taking in the disheveled state of the room and the sleeping man beside him, and suddenly snapped back to reality.

The man hadn’t woken yet, his hand still resting on his waist.

Jiang Yu’s scalp tingled. For the first time, he had slept with a man—and in the bottom position, no less! And he had achieved this through his own relentless efforts!

This man was none other than Shang Zhel. In the book, Jiang Yu had used any means necessary to trick him into bed, then pestered him relentlessly, only to be beaten to death.

Jiang Yu stared at the ceiling, his face ashen. It’s over! I’m dead! He remembered his roommate complaining that Jiang Yu had fallen in love at first sight with Shang Zhel, and after his pursuit failed, he had snapped and used Emotional Pheromones to seduce him. But this plot had accelerated, happening before they had even met, and the direction was completely wrong.

He had transmigrated with extreme caution, treading as if on thin ice. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that the person he’d casually grabbed would turn out to be this “Lord of Death.”

After much deliberation, weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Yu hardened his resolve. To hell with it, he thought. Let him bite me like a dog. The story will move on. If he wakes up and sees this eyesore in his bed, he’ll realize all those years he spent being pure and abstinent for his White Moonlight were wasted. He’ll probably die of rage on the spot.

So, he decided to go all in. Trembling, he dressed quickly, pulled up his pants, and fled.

Shang Zhel was jolted awake by his phone.

“Uncle,” Shang Zhel answered lazily.

“What time is it? Still asleep? Are you back?”

“I’m back. I’ll be over soon. What’s up?”

“You haven’t met the new host teacher for your group yet. I went through hell to recruit her! Get to the station now!”

Shang Jingyun knew his nephew’s usual attitude and feared he’d make the poor woman uncomfortable with his sulky demeanor.

As expected, Shang Zhel’s face darkened instantly. Nian Wei had told him yesterday: the station director personally recruited this new host, a parachuted hire. Hmph, just a pretty face with no substance.

“Got it,” he replied dismissively and hung up.

Lying in bed, Shang Zhel stared at the ceiling, the image of the red-robed beauty flashing before his eyes.

“Jiang Xiaoyu… Couldn’t even come up with a decent fake name.”

Jiang Yu returned to his residence, quickly tidied himself up, and hurried to the TV station. Though he had suppressed his emotional turmoil, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with his body.

With no time to dwell on it, he resolved to thoroughly review the book later that evening, scrutinizing every page.

The TV station buzzed with the morning rush. Jiang Yu, bundled in a black coat and a thick scarf that covered half his face, huddled in a corner, his ears perked up at the elevator gossip. Ah, it’s about me.

“Did you hear they hired a new big-name anchor for the Inauguration Team?”

“He arrived yesterday. So handsome!”

“Right? The station manager personally recruited him. Tsk, the manager is so arrogant, always wearing that aloof, ascetic expression. You think he’d make such a move? Could it be that he and the manager…?”

“Don’t spread rumors. He looks slender, tall, and refined, but can he handle the workload at our news department?”

“With that face, who needs to do actual work?”

The elevator chatter continued, but the man in the corner paid it no mind. His physical discomfort overshadowed everything else. The lingering heat and soreness from last night still lingered in his body, especially in his lower back, which felt weak and tender with the slightest movement. Besides, what good was good looks when it couldn’t put food on the table or save his life?

Ignoring the chatter around him, Jiang Yu walked out of the elevator with his back straight. The black shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, drawing involuntary glances from the crowd.

The moment he pushed open the office door, he felt all eyes on him. He swept his gaze around and unexpectedly met a familiar pair of eyes. At the window, Shang Zhel, wearing a smoky gray shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing sharp wrists, spun a pen between his fingers, his eyes appraising him from head to toe.

Jiang Yu felt his breath hitch. Watching the way Shang Zhel manipulated the pen, he felt as if it were a blade in the hand of the Lord of Death. His neck tightened. Then, a strange thing happened: the image of last night’s fervent breaths against his neck flashed before his eyes, the grip on his waist so tight it felt like it was embedding itself in his flesh, the kiss grinding from his lips to his Adam’s apple. Jiang Yu’s ears burned crimson, and he instinctively averted his gaze.

Shang Zhel had been scrutinizing the man before him—so cold and sharp-edged—and the crimson-robed beauty who had curled up on the sofa last night, burning with fever, pulling him into a kiss. They didn’t look like the same person at all.

But those eyebrows and eye shape, the curve of his nose, and that inherent intensity in his bones—it was unmistakably the same person!

Shang Zhel stared at the face, his gaze roaming unrestrainedly over Jiang Yu. His mind was flooded with memories of the previous night: the way Jiang Yu’s slender yet strong waist had writhed in his palm as he pinned him against the sofa, the sudden gasp that escaped his lips as he climbed onto him, and the final, contented moans as he collapsed into his arms.

Now he not only recognized Jiang Xiaoyu’s identity but also Jiang Yu’s—the internationally certified media professor. Shang Zhel had attended two of his lectures during his university days. These were exclusive, limited to fifty students, and he’d had to pester his uncle to secure a spot. The classroom had been filled with young, attractive men and women, all with some media background, but none could compare to him. The moment he stepped onto the stage, eyes were drawn to him, and when he spoke, his voice stirred the heart.

They gazed at each other silently, their eyes full of mutual inquiry.

Seeing the scene, Nian Wei shot to his feet. “Professor Jiang… you’re here… This is our Director Shang.”

Jiang Yu followed his gaze, his heart trembling. He maintained a composed expression and nodded, as if meeting them for the first time. “Hello, Director Shang.”

Shang Zhel rose and walked over, extending his hand. “Hello, Jiang… Teacher Jiang.”

The title “Teacher Jiang” made Jiang Yu blush. He was still a university student, after all.

The moment their hands clasped, Shang Zhel felt a sense of relief. Yes, it’s really him.

Jiang Yu felt the grip on his hand tighten. He struggled to break free and politely turned to return to his desk, only to hear Shang Zhel’s voice, lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, tease, “Teacher, why were you running so fast last night?”

Jiang Yu froze, not turning around. On the surface, he remained calm, but inside, a storm raged. I’m dead! He’s being sarcastic, he’s being weird, he definitely wants to kill me.

With everyone assembled, the team began discussing the latest news about the disappearance of special service women in Neon Alley for the new episode of Neon Alley Special Service Women Missing.

Shang Zhel first asked everyone to share the information they had gathered to get everyone up to speed. Eager to gauge the new colleague’s capabilities, he suggested starting with Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu summarized the situation in Neon Alley and his site visit the previous day.

Shang Zhel: “Teacher Jiang went to scout the area last night? Neon Alley is a mixed bag—all sorts of people hang out there. With you, Teacher Jiang…”

He looked Jiang Yu up and down. “With such slender arms and legs, if something goes wrong, it’s not just the investigation that gets delayed—if you get hurt, it’ll be a real loss.”

Jiang Yu turned to face Shang Zhel directly. “Team Leader Shang, there’s no need to worry. Slender arms have their advantages, and slender legs have their merits.”

Shang Zhel almost blurted out: “A narrow waist has its own softness.”

“Ahem,” he coughed to cover it up.

“I should have gone with you. I heard that MO Bar is really chaotic—the basement is full of private rooms. People get dragged in and forced to kiss, forced to…”

“Ahem…” This time, it was Jiang Yu who coughed.

The others, unaware of the underlying tension, simply assumed the two men were engaged in a petty rivalry.

“Director Shang seems quite familiar with these cubicles,” Jiang Yu said, forcing a confident tone despite the faint hint of guilt in his voice.

Shang Zhel found Jiang Yu’s reaction amusing. He rose to his feet and slowly advanced, closing the distance between them.

Though half a head taller, their auras clashed with equal intensity, sparks flying between them. Leaning in close, Shang Zhel pressed his warm breath against Jiang Yu’s ear, his voice light and seductive: “I only passed by once, and a little wildcat in heat dragged me into one. That cat wouldn’t let go of my shirt, pressing against me and kissing me so hard I couldn’t push her away. And her tail… wrapped around my waist, tsk, so provocative. Even after it was soaking wet, she wouldn’t let go. I really regret not taking a picture to show the person involved.”

Shang Zhel gazed at Jiang Yu with mock regret.

A tingling sensation spread from his ear to his entire body. Jiang Yu took a step back, wanting to tell him to shut up. But his guilt held him back. After all, this man had later killed him—a fact that still instilled a lingering fear.

He must be furious, Jiang Yu thought. From now on—no, starting right now—I’ll cherish my life and continue to keep my distance from Shang Zhel.

The surrounding crowd, seeing the two men whispering intensely in public, grew anxious they might actually come to blows. They quickly chimed in with reports and questions, eager to change the subject.

When the meeting finally ended, everyone scattered like startled birds. No one dared approach the two volatile figures, their tension thick enough to ignite.

Jiang Yu found a secluded stairwell and made a call.

“Brother Jiang.”

“Maple Leaf, I need you to investigate two things.”

He lowered his voice. “First, get me a list of everyone who purchased medication from the testing shop next to MO Bar in Neon Alley over the past month. If there’s no such list, find their transaction records. Second, last night I left a sample of Emotional Hormone Stabilizer behind the third booth door in MO Bar’s basement. Analyze its components.”

“Got it, Brother Jiang. I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

After hanging up, Jiang Yu leaned against the wall, rubbing his throbbing temples.

In the original story, Neon Alley later becomes a gathering place for Irradiated Humans. They ally with the local gangs from Sin Corner Alley, form an rebel army, and eventually lead an uprising that results in countless deaths.

He actually wanted to expose Neon Alley right now, to deal with it once and for all. Otherwise, when his White Moonlight—that White-Clad Angel—returned to do medical aid there and met with misfortune, he’d end up dead even more miserably.

Since he hadn’t passed his first trial anyway, he might as well do something good and make amends. I’ll save your White Moonlight, and you can’t kill me anymore.

That’s what Jiang Yu thought. But if Neon Alley was cleaned up, it would be much harder for him to buy Emotional Hormone Stabilizers in the future.

Sigh. Jiang Yu sighed silently. I’ll worry about the future later. For now, I just need to survive.

Meanwhile, Shang Zhel leaned against his desk, watching Nian Wei pull up Neon Alley’s surveillance footage while twirling a pen.

“Brother Shang, why were you picking on Professor Jiang so much in the meeting earlier?” Nian Wei asked, his voice rambling as he worked. “He seems like such a gentle, easy-going person.”

“Gentle? Easy-going?”

You little brat! You’ve only met him once and you’re already accusing me of targeting him? Soft and gentle? He’s nothing but a greedy wildcat! He nearly drained me dry last night!

The memory of the previous night made him feel parched.

To be fair, Jiang Yu was stunning in drag, exuding a gentle aura. In male attire, he was cool and sharp. The two images intertwined in his mind, stirring an inexplicable restlessness.

Shang Zhel had initially thought Jiang Xiaoyu was just a random Feline Human he’d stumbled upon, never expecting such a connection. Having already savored the lingering taste of yesterday’s encounter, he now found himself constantly battling impulsive urges.

“Enough talk. Check the surveillance footage immediately.”

Shang Zhel snapped back to attention, pointing at the screen. “Focus on the area around MO Bar. Screen all suspicious individuals from recent footage, especially those matching the missing girl’s build. And Jiang… oh, right. Also, look for a woman in a wine-red gown. See who she interacted with.”

Nian Wei blinked in surprise. “A woman in a wine-red gown? Brother Shang, how did you know about her?”

“I saw him at the bar last night. Something about him… felt off,” Shang Zhel said vaguely. “Get on it and find some leads quickly.”

He still had one lingering question: Why would his uncle personally request Jiang Yu? What was their relationship? Had he been bewitched by that face? The thought made him uneasy.

This little wildcat is really a troublemaker.

In the stairwell, Jiang Yu had calmed himself down and was about to return to his office when he ran into Shang Zhel.

Their eyes met, but Jiang Yu deliberately avoided looking at him, carefully avoiding any contact.

Shang Zhel felt awkward being ignored. “Hey, Teacher Jiang, where were you?”

Jiang Yu quickened his pace, casually making up an excuse. “Working on a case!”

Shang Zhel chased after him like a dog. “The director just called me and said I need to cooperate with you. Where’s the case? I’m coming too.”

Jiang Yu thought: Lord of Death, please don’t follow me around.

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