After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 29

The wide bridal gown hung half-open, forcing the youth’s slender collarbones and fair skin into exposure. His hands were bound behind his back with red silk, leaving him unable to cover himself. He could only let the ghost gaze upon every part of his body, every detail of his form dancing within the ghost’s pupils.

The youth seemed terrified; his face was full of unease. He tilted his chin up, his fingertips straining forward, yet he could not grasp even a corner of a sleeve. His voice trembled, “Brother-in-law.”

The specter leaned down even lower, his eyes filled with infatuation. Pressing his hand against the youth’s neck and shoulder, he obsessively pulled Yan Yi into a ghostly embrace thick with yin energy. A flush slowly crept onto a face that was otherwise sickly pale.

As the two sets of red robes intertwined intimately, a touch of icy coldness settled in the hollow of the youth’s neck. The ghost used his own lips to cool the skin over the youth’s Adam’s apple, kissing every inch of skin with extreme patience. Though he could only feel coldness, Yan Yi felt as if the man hovering over him was pulling out all his desires, causing them to flicker like ghost fires until the red clothes they wore were burned to nothing.

Yan Yi’s pupils darkened for a moment, suppressing his lust, but the expression on his face grew even more uneasy. He looked absolutely terrified, his throat letting out low, sobbing whimpers, “Brother-in-law, don’t do this.”

A pair of black eyes, soaked in fluid, looked as though they were about to cry. The ghost’s body paused slightly. The invading, rampaging coldness stopped for a moment, but in the next second, it all concentrated within Yan Yi’s mouth.

A spherical object sealed his lips, its appearance no different from a black ball gag. The difference was that this was fashioned by Lu Yinshen from his own ghostly energy. Under his intentional control, besides feeling cold, it would not harm human flesh. With the youth’s mouth blocked so he could no longer hear unpleasant words, the ghost’s cheeks grew more flushed. The corners of his eyes were a vivid red, and his tongue moved upward, slowly licking and wetting the youth’s jaw.

A hand, filled with chilling air, reached inside the collar. The terrifying creature showed favor only to him, winding ghostly energy all around him. Perhaps because the situation was so shocking, the youth’s body shook uncontrollably. His pupils dilated, and he was forced to endure the frigid air brought by the tongue and lips. Fear made the youth let out whimpering sobs from his throat. His thin back arched, and his eyes were full of dread.

The faint sounds were blurred by the object between his teeth, his tone trembling, “Brother-in-law.”

His teeth were firmly sealed by the gag, preventing him from even making a crying sound. His fingers moved frantically, seemingly trying to break free from the red silk shackles. Another silk ribbon fluttered down from mid-air, landing on Yan Yi’s eyes to cover those eyes filled with fear. Satisfied, the specter extended a red tongue to lightly lick his own lower lip and began to enjoy his underworld marriage partner.

Perhaps realizing that struggling was useless, the thin youth lay on the bed, allowing the man to “abuse” him unhurriedly. The bright red bridal gown fell apart in disarray, no longer able to fulfill its duty of covering his body. The bridal veil had long since disappeared, joining the dried longans and peanuts scattered on the floor.

Taking advantage of the fact that the ghost was buried in the hollow of his shoulder and could not see his expression, the corners of Yan Yi’s lips slowly curled up. The colder he felt inside, the more excited he became. Under deliberate control, his breathing remained somewhat hurried.

Darling, be a little harsher. A little harsher.

The man indeed did not hold back much, kissing and biting that patch of skin until it was swollen and bruised before finally moving on. His lips descended. Desire surged, and the heat rose. No matter how cold the ghost’s temperature was, it could not cool the heat; instead, it became an accelerant.

Yan Yi’s breathing quickened and his heartbeat became erratic, but Lu Yinshen suddenly stopped moving. His cheeks were completely crimson, his pupils shimmering with flecks of deep red. The ghost restlessly ruffled the bridal gown, his eyes full of confusion. Approaching Yan Yi was an instinct, and the heat had been successfully provoked, but as for what to do next, he did not know. No one had ever taught him.

Yan Yi’s voice, blocked by the gag, became broken and tattered, carrying a delicate sob, “Brother-in-law, please, help me.”

A hoarse voice hid a deep ignorance, “I do not know how.”

The youth’s crying sounds became even more broken. The specter imitated a posture he had seen in an old erotic painting. He quickly grabbed the youth’s neck while his other hand reached down. His movements were rough and lacked technique. The thin youth arched his back and coughed violently several times.

The gag and the hand on his neck were removed at the same time. Air successfully entered his lungs, alleviating all the pain. Yan Yi strained to lift his body. The silk ribbon on his eyes fell off, bringing a burst of itching as it slid across his skin. With a somewhat fierce motion, he sealed Lu Yinshen’s lips. A red tongue reached in, hooking another slippery, cold tongue. They swallowed each other’s saliva, and the air became sickeningly hot.

Closing his eyes, he kissed the specter until they were inseparable. Lu Yinshen wrapped his arms around the youth’s shoulders and closed his eyes, passively accepting this lesson in kissing. It was not until Yan Yi’s breathing became labored and he was gasping for air that he separated their lips. His straining back fell back onto the bed. The peanuts that had not been cleared away poked his back, causing sharp pain.

Lu Yinshen was dissatisfied with the abrupt end to the kiss. Learning from Yan Yi’s previous actions, he clumsily kissed his lips and extended his tongue. The rhythm of their breathing became even more chaotic. Without the red silk covering his eyes, Yan Yi imprinted Lu Yinshen’s current appearance into his soul. The hollows of his heart were filled to the point of bursting.

This was not the first time he had seen this specter. The last time he came was over a hundred years ago. Back then, Lu Yinshen had not yet become a ghost. He was the most famous gentle scholar in the capital, the object of affection for countless beauties. He was a kind and responsible man who, in that era, saved countless lives. Yan Yi was his classmate and friend. He had not thought of using the villain’s feelings as a breakthrough to complete the rescue mission, but love itself does not listen to reason.

They fell in love naturally. At that time, Lu Yinshen was as clear as the breeze and as bright as the moon; his despair index was infinitely close to zero. That bit of despair was quickly wiped away from the villain. Yan Yi had optimistically believed that he could stay after the mission was completed.

However, the past cannot be chased. Now, Yan Yi only wanted to hold the person in his arms tightly. No matter how much strength he put into his arms, he was still restricted by the silk. Yan Yi stopped trying to break free. He raised his face to cooperate with the other’s overly fierce kiss.

The last time he came, he had intended to prevent Lu Yinshen from becoming a villain at the source. But through a twist of fate, Lu Yinshen still became a vengeful spirit. This small world was transformed from a novel about a heroine exorcising demons. The heroine was the junior sister of a hidden sect named Tang Can. When the time came, she was to descend the mountain to help the people by exorcising ghosts and guarding the peace.

In the modern world, ghosts were not as rampant as in ancient times. Furthermore, the internet was very developed. Even if a post about a haunted house had thousands of replies and seemed legitimate, it was not necessarily true. At the beginning, the heroine’s journey of experience was very unsuccessful; she went on several wild goose chases.

Then one day, the people of this village became so terrified that they took their families to catch a train, intending to seek refuge with relatives. On the way, as they told their relatives about this matter, the heroine happened to overhear. Those dozen or so people did indeed die at the hands of the specter. The heroine had confirmed beforehand whether the ghost had killed bad people. Her thinking was not extreme, and she did not believe that humans and ghosts were necessarily in opposition.

Later, when she sought proof from the villagers, they all said that the dead were kind and law-abiding citizens. They even pinned the deaths of the twins on Lu Yinshen. The heroine was furious and decided to avenge these people. She fought her way into the mountains and, after some trouble, successfully destroyed the specter. It was a very happy ending. The protagonist gained experience, the villagers worshipped her, and the sect approved. Only the specter completely dissipated.

The tear mole under Yan Yi’s eye was kissed until it was wet. Knowing that humans, unlike himself, need to breathe, Lu Yinshen only clumsily engaged in a tongue kiss for a few minutes before moving on to kiss other parts of him. The night was thick, and the mountains were filled with stars. All the red dates had fallen to the ground, and there was nothing left to poke Yan Yi’s back. The red silk loosened, leaving a ring of marks on his wrists.

The sky grew bright. The sun rose high, and the sunlight was scorching. Yan Yi opened his eyes and subconsciously protected the person next to him. Lu Yinshen’s cultivation was high. Even if he were found by the sun, nothing would happen for a short while, but he was a ghost after all. Having sunlight on him would be uncomfortable.

Covering Lu Yinshen’s head with the quilt, Yan Yi leaned in close to him and whispered, “Brother-in-law, I will go close the curtains.”

The curtains were also red, embroidered with purple, red, and yellow flowers, just like the quilt, a riot of colors. Nothing had actually happened last night. Furthermore, since Lu Yinshen was a ghost, he could not really feel pain. He lazily hooked Yan Yi’s fingertip and leaned into his arms, “Not allowed.”

The wind blew the corner of the curtain, but then the curtains closed, blocking out the light. Yan Yi obediently stopped moving. He rubbed against his chin and held him to continue resting. It was high noon when Yan Yi finally woke up fully.

Knock, knock. The sound of knocking at the door began.

Yan Jue: “Yiyi, it is me.”

Yan Yi pressed against Lu Yinshen’s body and lowered his voice, “Brother-in-law, my sister is here to find me. I will go open the door.”

Lu Yinshen opened his eyes, looked at him deeply, and released his hand, allowing him to go. Yan Yi put on his shoes, hurriedly threw on some clothes, and opened the door. The person who prepared the wedding room was quite meticulous, considering that the clothes might be ruined if things were too intense. They had prepared several sets of new clothes, though most were feminine styles.

Yan Yi managed to pick a neutral short-sleeved shirt to wear. He had no hobby for cross-dressing; the bridal gown last night had been an exceptional circumstance. Yan Jue was here to deliver food. No one in the village dared to come, but they were worried that Yan Yi would starve to death and anger the Ghost Immortal. So they found her and asked her to bring him lunch at noon. Early morning was too risky; what if they accidentally interrupted the ghost’s interests and incurred his wrath? After thinking it over, they chose this time slot.

“Sister,” Yan Yi said, lowering his eyes. He looked exceptionally innocent and cute.

Yan Jue felt a pang in her heart. Her eyes were red with pity for her brother. If it were not for her current inability to kill those scumbags who bullied her family without leaving a trace, how could her brother have ended up like this? Her father’s coffin and mother’s clothes had been dug up and snatched away. Even her brother, a living person and a boy, was forced into an underworld marriage with a male ghost. Even now, on her brother’s eyes, lips, and even his wrists, there were those kinds of unsightly marks from being toyed with.

Yan Jue forced the tears back into her eyes, determined to take her brother and mother away from the village. She looked around and whispered, “Yiyi, is he here?”

She could not see ghosts, and she knew her brother could not either, but she had to ask to feel more at ease. Lu Yinshen’s long hair fell in front of Yan Yi as he circled him from behind, hanging himself off the thin youth as if he had no bones. His ghostly eyes swept over Yan Jue before he turned his gaze away in disinterest and bit Yan Yi’s soft earlobe.

Yan Yi’s expression was obedient, but his mouth did not hold much truth. “He is not here.”

Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief. “Yiyi, I have rented a room in the county town. I have also found a job. Let us take Mom and go live there. We cannot stay in this village anymore.”

Yan Yi supported her decision. He was not afraid for himself, but he worried that if people found out later, he would not be able to live as they imagined, shivering under the threat of a specter. Some people in the village, driven to desperation, might use Yan Jue and his mother to threaten him.

Seeing that he agreed, Yan Jue revealed a smile. “Regarding that ghost, I have asked Master Tang to come and transcend him. That way, our family can live in peace from now on.”

A sharp, cold pain hit the tip of his ear. The hand around Yan Yi’s waist tightened as a haunting ghostly voice spoke, “You want to transcend me?”