After the Restricted-Genre Side Character Plays the Villainous Boss - Chapter 12

The moment the door closed behind him, Yue Mingcang felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body. He collapsed limply onto the floor.

He had not truly expected Long Yin to grant his request; he had even mentally prepared the exact posture he would use to jump into the Longmen River.

Fortunately, thanks to Long Yin’s tolerance, he had regained a sliver of the will to live.

Though he looked more pathetic than a drowned dog, he had somehow turned a misfortune into a blessing by gaining the chance to be alone with Long Yin.

While wealthy businessmen spent fortunes for a private dinner they never got to eat, he was currently sharing a room with Long Yin for free.

If this continued, even he would start to suspect himself of being calculating and full of ulterior motives.

Long Yin swayed slightly as he walked toward the sofa and sat down. He tapped his finger on the coffee table, urging, “Hurry up! Let me see what you are capable of!”

Yue Mingcang exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Under Long Yin’s expectant gaze, he let out a weak, relieved chuckle. His voice was so low it was almost a monologue: “You really do not know anything.”

Long Yin: “?”

What did that mean? Was he mocking him to his face?

That was going too far. Even if Yue Mingcang was destined to trample him underfoot eventually, that time had not yet come!

Long Yin felt a bit angry. He tugged at his tie, intending to say something harsh to remind Yue Mingcang of his status. But before he could speak, he saw Yue Mingcang unbuckle his belt.

In the next second, under Long Yin’s confused gaze, Yue Mingcang pulled the belt entirely out and tossed it onto the floor.

Long Yin: “?”

Ignoring Long Yin’s look, Yue Mingcang leaned over the coffee table, pushing the plush hand warmer aside to make more space for himself.

Long Yin: “??”

Yue Mingcang picked up a grape. He turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with Long Yin, and with ears burning red, he struggled to take it in.

Long Yin: “!!!”

Long Yin’s eyes trembled.

In his mind, Long Yin desperately called for Xiao Bai, but as expected, there was no response.

Once the system detected adult content, it would automatically enter hibernation mode.

However, because he had previously set up automatic notifications, the sound for Humiliation Points would still trigger regardless of whether Xiao Bai was hibernating or absent.

Xiao Bai: [Humiliation Points +1, Total Humiliation Points: 13]

Xiao Bai: [Humiliation Points +1, Total Humiliation Points: 14]

Xiao Bai: [Humiliation Points +1, Total Humiliation Points: 20]

It was truly music to his ears.

Combined with the scene before him, Long Yin was left speechless, his mouth hanging open.

So, this was how grapes were eaten?

Was “Grape Humiliation” actually such a suggestive technique?

Had his predecessors been living such a “good life” all along?

It was a well known fact that for restricted novels to survive in this era, they had to undergo a complete transformation of censorship. Every detail related to the plot in the original work had been adjusted by the main system into redacted content.

Because revealing original plot details after leaving a small world violated the “Roleplayer Act,” the contents of those “redacted” scenes could only be understood by roleplayers through their own intuition during the mission.

If you understood it, you knew; if you did not, you would never know.

Unfortunately, Long Yin’s intuition in this regard was exceptionally poor.

Despite playing a “passerby top” in restricted novels many times, he had never once grasped the truth behind the redactions. This was the core reason why he had been kicked out of the Restricted Novel Department and sent to the Power Fantasy Department.

At this moment, the slow witted Long Yin was seeing a maneuver he had never understood before. He felt as excited as if a door to a new world had been flung open.

He stared intently at the scene, unwilling to blink. The expression on his face grew more immersed, almost bordering on intoxicated.

The system notifications continued to ring out. For every extra grape Yue Mingcang “ate,” the Humiliation Points increased by one.

Long Yin’s golden eyes were incredibly bright. His gaze lingered on Yue Mingcang, refusing to miss a single detail.

While he etched the entire process into his mind, he was also calculating frantically.

Humiliation Points could be accumulated per grape! That meant as long as Yue Mingcang ate ninety grapes, the points would be maxed out!

As expected of a high level technique passed down by a predecessor; it was incredibly effective!

In the heated air, Yue Mingcang’s movements gradually slowed, then stopped completely.

He lay on the coffee table panting, his breathing trembling and cautious.

He had not dared to look at Long Yin the entire time, wishing he could bury his head in the table.

Consequently, he did not know if Long Yin was watching him, what kind of gaze Long Yin was using, or if Long Yin found him too repulsive and had looked away from the start.

After a moment of silence, Long Yin’s voice finally rang out: “Why did you stop?”

His breath hitched.

Yue Mingcang snapped his head back, meeting Long Yin’s brilliant golden eyes.

There was no disgust or loathing on Long Yin’s face; there was only the expectation of seeing more.

Yue Mingcang’s face felt hot enough to catch fire. He could only maintain his composure by taking small, shallow breaths.

Seeing that he did not speak, Long Yin urged impatiently, “Continue.”

The corners of Yue Mingcang’s mouth curled up slightly. He glanced at the remaining grapes on the plate, then met Long Yin’s eyes. He asked, “How many do you want to see me eat?”

In his drunken state, Long Yin was both persistent and greedy. He thought for a long time before saying excitedly, “I remember we agreed on thirty.”

Yue Mingcang: “…”

Even at this stage, the Young Master still did not realize that eating thirty grapes in this manner was physically impossible.

He was truly, adorably foolish.

“I cannot do it. I cannot eat that many,” Yue Mingcang said.

Long Yin’s disappointment was visible. His eyes, already damp from the alcohol, now shimmered as if he might burst into tears at any moment.

Who is the one who should be crying here?

Yue Mingcang did not know whether to laugh or cry. It felt as if a lump of wet cotton had been stuffed into his heart, soft yet bittersweet.

His gaze swept over Long Yin, from his incredibly handsome face to his silver white high end suit, and finally to his well defined hands beneath the golden cufflinks.

“Then you help me.”

Even though his mind was a mess and he had not decided what to do, the words had already escaped his lips.

With a flushed face, Yue Mingcang abandoned his dignity under Long Yin’s uncomprehending gaze and said, “You come help me ‘eat’.”

Long Yin blinked, looking confused. “I can help you?”

No way, was this allowed?

Could it be that “Grape Humiliation” was actually an interactive technique?

Yue Mingcang laughed in spite of himself.

By now, no matter what Long Yin said, he would not be surprised.

This pure, flawless white rose of the Long family had been carefully raised in a greenhouse, never having experienced the slightest storm.

He was so lucky to be the one to bring Long Yin his first rainfall.

“I will teach you.”

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