After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Little brother is not a “soft and sweet” little beauty! Look here (link xxx)—this is a video of him in a competition during his freshman year. The way he lifts his chin and looks down on his opponents is so cool, sob sob sob… he’s a cool guy!!

[He’s clearly a “spicy girl” (hottie)! I’m prprpr licking the screen, calling him “Wife” immediately.]

[I won’t allow you to “gender-bend” my wife! Wife is a soft, sweet little darling. Everyone in the “Ni Su” (reverse-gender) fandom, stand at attention!]

As a decent, upright person, Juezhou had never seen such a scene before. Relying on guesswork, he could only understand a fraction of the content posted by the netizens. He hurriedly uninstalled the app, flexed the thin layer of muscle on his arm, and asked the System, “Where am I soft? It’s so annoying.”

The System coaxed him: [Host, you are the “hardest” person I have ever met.]

Although the word “hard” sounded a bit strange as a description, Juezhou felt comforted.

In his Friend Circle, a group of hedonistic second-generation heirs—who loved watching drama—followed the netizens’ lead and called Juezhou “Pretty Little Brother.” Juezhou was so angry that he didn’t reply to a single message and shut down his social media apps entirely.

Juezhou’s parents had gone to other planets to handle business, but someone quickly informed them of Juezhou’s situation. They knew his temperament well and called specifically to comfort him, saying Jiang Henian wouldn’t mind such things.

However, Juezhou still felt guilty.

Even though Jiang Henian hadn’t said anything, this livestream accident would surely have some impact on him. After all, Jiang Henian’s image within the Federation had always been serious, professional, and highly capable.

Now, thanks to Juezhou, he had gained titles like “Brother-Con” and “Brother Who Thinks Younger Brother is More Important Than Work”…

The more Juezhou thought about it, the more embarrassed he became. For the next few days, he stayed home obediently to paint, trying not to cause Jiang Henian any more trouble.

Jiang Henian’s cooking was better than the auntie they hired, so after he returned, he gave the auntie a short vacation. Only the two of them remained in the spacious house.

Juezhou settled into a routine of calling for “Brother” by day and chatting with the Protagonist Shbottom (Shou) by night.

Despite going bald from stress over his graduation project, Juezhou remembered his mission was to oppress the Protagonist Shou. Thus, he attempted to send messages to bully him.

This was the first time in his life doing such a thing. He spent a long time nervously discussing it with the System before finally sending a message to Xie Wenchen with trembling fingers: [You there? Let me see your face.]

After a moment, Xie Wenchen replied: [?]

Juezhou: [I’m exercising my rights as your sugar daddy. You need to remember your identity. Hmph, men.]

A moment later, Xie Wenchen sent a photo. He was walking on a university campus; the skin of his neck, partially hidden by a turtleneck sweater, was snowy white.

Even though Juezhou wasn’t interested in men, he couldn’t help but zoom in and stare at the photo for a few seconds.

“Is this enough?” Juezhou scratched his head and asked the System.

As a fellow novice (machine), the System didn’t know either. It scratched its head and searched online for “Creepy Guy Chat Tutorials.”

Actually, just looking at recent criminal cases would suffice; there were always ordinary yet overconfident men who loved harassing girls, only to end up with a one-month tour of the detention center.

[Holy crap, creepy guys really are disgusting.] Juezhou marveled as he read.

The System agreed: [Yes, they deserve to be arrested. Not only do they send photos of their “lower half” to girls, but they also demand the girls send photos of their own…]

Both of them paused simultaneously.

Juezhou: [No way…]

The System: [No way… but doing this should definitely bring in “Oppression Points.” The original work also mentions that you subjected Xie Wenchen to both physical and verbal humiliation, and nearly sent intimate photos of him to the playboys in your circle.]

Juezhou lamented: [I’m truly worse than a beast.]

He pressed his face against the wall to cool down, ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and finally chose a compromise.

He would cover up a bit before sending a photo. This would let Xie Wenchen realize he was being harassed without making Juezhou feel too disgusted with himself.

Juezhou didn’t have suitable clothes in his wardrobe, so he set his sights on Jiang Henian.

Jiang Henian’s office area was situated with its back to the bedroom door, at a distance from the bathroom. Juezhou tiptoed over and stole a white dress shirt from the laundry hamper in the bathroom.

Although the shirt had been worn once, it was still very clean and crisp. When he leaned in to smell it, he could detect a faint scent of soap.

Given the special circumstances, he couldn’t be too picky.

With his eyes closed and a face full of “Straight Man Undergoing Humiliation.jpg,” he stripped off all his clothes, put on only Jiang Henian’s white shirt, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Jiang Henian was much taller than him. Juezhou thought the shirt would reach at least his mid-thigh, but it barely covered the base of his thighs.

The fabric of the shirt was slightly cool. Upon contact with his body, Juezhou couldn’t help but shiver slightly, and the scent of soap became even clearer.

“This should be enough, right?” Juezhou swallowed and asked the System.

The beautiful young man carefully pinched the hem of the shirt. Because he was doing something “evil,” he felt uneasy, and a faint blush spread across the base of his ears.

The thin fabric could only cover the vital areas, but this half-hidden, half-exposed look was even more eye-catching than wearing nothing at all.

The System always used “encouragement-based education.” Although it felt something was off, it didn’t say so: [Great! Fantastic!]

Juezhou curved his eyes into a smile. He didn’t actually plan to touch himself; he just pulled the hem of the shirt open slightly and took a photo through the thin fabric, then sent it to Xie Wenchen.

He chose a good angle—one where only the inner thigh, which was almost whiter and more tender than the shirt itself, could be seen.

[You there? Let me see what’s down there?] Juezhou sent the message.

He felt a bit shy. After sending it, he buried his face in the quilt, waiting for Xie Wenchen’s reply.

Xie Wenchen, who had been online just now, didn’t reply for a long time. It was likely because Juezhou’s request was too perverted.

Juezhou pulled the shirt down a bit when he suddenly heard the sound of a door being pushed open.

Because he was used to being home alone, he always forgot to close the bedroom door.

Thus, as soon as Jiang Henian pushed the door open, he saw Juezhou with his slender, white legs exposed, wearing nothing but a single white shirt.

Juezhou was too lazy; since he planned to take the clothes off right after the photo, he had only haphazardly fastened a few buttons.

As he leaned forward slightly, his skin was so white it was almost translucent.