Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Carry me back, hurry up.

Ning Ruan’s small face was flushed bright red. Jiang Qingfeng continued to support him, stubbornly refusing to move as he persisted in asking why Ning Ruan was in such a rush to get back.

Ning Ruan bit his full lower lip. I need to go to the bathroom.

After saying it, Ning Ruan squeezed his legs even tighter, complaining in a small, indignant voice, It’s all your fault. You didn’t bring my shoes. I, I can’t even.

His voice grew smaller and smaller, his delicate brows furrowed in distress.

Why aren’t you moving? Realizing Jiang Qingfeng was still standing still, Ning Ruan started to panic. If Jiang Qingfeng didn’t carry him back soon, he would really.

At the thought that he might actually wet his pants, tears began to shimmer in Ning Ruan’s eyes. He looked up at Jiang Qingfeng. Do you want to see me make a fool of myself? Why won’t you go?

The sight of the little beauty looking up with such a pitiful, questioning gaze was enough to make anyone’s heart melt.

How could I bear to see you embarrassed? Jiang Qingfeng smiled.

Ning Ruan commented softly, I guess you aren’t that bad.

But as soon as Ning Ruan said that, Jiang Qingfeng suddenly spoke: Baby, if you want to go, just do it here. I’ll hold you and help you.

You can go even without wearing shoes.

Hearing such unbelievable words, Ning Ruan stared with wide, rounded eyes, his pink lips slightly parted as a sweet fragrance drifted out. Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes darkened even his breath is so sweet.

Ning Ruan couldn’t even find the words to scold him. He struggled for a long time before choking out, “…How can you be like this?”

Jiang Qingfeng’s gaze was murky and greedy as he stared at the vivid, adorable expressions on Ning Ruan’s face. He was truly so well-behaved.

Jiang Qingfeng: It’s too late. Or does the baby want to go on the way, wetting his pants and getting it on my hands?

Comment: Baby, do it on me, don’t do it on Jiang Dog.

Comment: Roasted Fish Bro (Jiang) really wants the baby to leave a mark on him at every possible moment.

Ning Ruan explained flusteredly, No, of course I don’t want that, sob you just know how to bully me.

By the end of his explanation, Ning Ruan was in a true panic. He was in genuine physical distress, yet Jiang Qingfeng kept saying these bizarre things. If this continued, he really would wet his pants.

Put me down. Ning Ruan’s tone was rarely firm. Even without shoes, he refused to wet his pants. Not wearing shoes would just make his feet dirty, but if he didn’t relieve himself, it would be extremely, extremely humiliating.

You aren’t allowed to look at me. Ning Ruan stepped onto a pile of stacked leaves. His pearly toes were still white and clean. This was a makeshift leaf shoe Jiang Qingfeng had made for him crude, but sufficient for the moment.

Ning Ruan squatted in the grass, supervising Jiang Qingfeng to make sure he wasn’t looking before finally settling down.

Jiang Qingfeng stood with his back to Ning Ruan, asking with feigned nonchalance, If you don’t let me look, aren’t you afraid a monster will jump out from somewhere and grab you?

Ning Ruan replied blankly, Then what should I do?

Jiang Qingfeng chuckled. Let me watch you.

The way Ningning goes must be very cute. Ningning is a little sister, right?

Ning Ruan’s face turned pink from the pressure.  He is definitely not!

Jiang Qingfeng wouldn’t stop. Otherwise, why would you squat to do it?

I’m not! You, you shut up!

Ning Ruan’s face was beet red. Jiang Qingfeng was a pervert. But under the stress of Jiang’s teasing, Ning Ruan found he couldn’t actually go. He could only grip his pant legs in helpless fear.

Comment: Can’t you just let me see Ningning’s Censored?

Comment: Wei Nofen (the dev) is a selfish dog. He’s hiding away watching the baby’s little Censored but won’t let us see.

Comment: As long as Ningning doesn’t let Roasted Fish Bro see either, I’m balanced.

Comment: Can’t we get a grass perspective camera? Wei Nofen, you definitely want to see too, right? Just make one. You can move all these corpses, a grass cam shouldn’t be hard. I’ve done the planning for you, just send me a copy.

Comment: Damn it, no one is allowed to see my baby’s little [Censored]! (P.S. send me a copy too).

Comment: I… I thought Roasted Fish Bro was the pervert, but you guys are even worse. Are you trying to scare my Ning (Baby) to death?

Jiang Qingfeng carried Ning Ruan back. He wanted to keep teasing him, but Ning Ruan interrupted him first. If you keep talking nonsense, I’m going to get angry.

Ning Ruan glared at Jiang Qingfeng like a ruffled rabbit. Don’t speak. Not a single word you say is something I want to hear.

Jiang Qingfeng chuckled. Fine another day of being manually muted by Ning Ruan.

Back where they had been, crystal droplets hung from long leaves, sliding off with a cloying sweetness before being swept into a mouth by a barbed tongue.

Rustle.. rustle

After eating, the four continued to rest. This was the first time in two days they had set up a tent to sleep. Even though Ning Ruan had been carried the whole way, he hadn’t rested well, let alone the three men who hadn’t closed their eyes in days. Everyone needed a proper recovery.

Furthermore, they needed to reach the summit. They still had to climb the mountain and maintain their strength for whatever lay ahead, not to mention clearing out the remaining dozens of survivors. Once the others were dealt with and they reached the peak, Wei Nofen would send a plane to pick up the final survivors.

Jiang Qingfeng and Chu Yuan continued to calculate their plans. Their route and the way they climbed were all dictated by the duo’s strategy. Though they didn’t get along, they could reach a temporary agreement on navigation.

As night fell, the mountain which looked gloomy during the day revealed its true face under the clear moonlight. Gu Hui watched over Ning Ruan while he slept. Even after two days of no sleep, Gu Hui didn’t dare close his eyes, keeping a constant watch on Ning Ruan’s condition.

Chu Yuan opened the tent flap and entered. His gaze fell on Ning Ruan’s small face, his hair a bit messy from sleep. Ning Ruan’s soft lips were slightly parted, the tip of his tongue hidden inside. Chu Yuan’s eyes darkened as he lay down beside Ning Ruan and pulled him into his arms.

Chu Yuan had always been forceful. He did what he wanted. Consequently, he was the one who held Ning Ruan the most, but also the one who got hit by Ning Ruan the most. However, whether he was holding Ning Ruan or getting slapped, Chu Yuan felt he was coming out ahead.

Gu Hui clenched his fists. You can’t kiss Ningning.

Chu Yuan only had eyes for Ning Ruan, his rugged features carrying a soft smile. “Who said I was going to kiss him? I can’t just hold him? You don’t have the guts to do it yourself, so you won’t let me?”

Gu Hui was habitually cautious perhaps to a fault. If Ning Ruan told him not to move, he truly didn’t dare move. To some extent, Chu Yuan felt at ease with Gu Hui. Gu Hui didn’t have the courage to steal a bite.

Chu Yuan smoothed Ning Ruan’s hair and leaned in to sniff him. Gu Hui’s fingernails dug into his palms, hating his own personality for the thousandth time.

Jiang Qingfeng entered to see this scene and mocked coldly, A dog in heat and a cowardly mouse.” He then hugged Ning Ruan from behind, squeezing Gu Hui away.

Gu Hui sat to the side, watching the two men hold Ning Ruan as they slept. It felt as if he were redundant. Yet he couldn’t stop watching—watching the men’s hands brush against Ning Ruan’s clothes, watching Ning Ruan wake up and slap each of them once, and watching the two men lean back in to coax him back to sleep with endless whispers of “Baby.”

Ning Ruan, dazed and coaxed, ended up hugging their necks and curling into their arms. He whispered sleepily to Chu Yuan and Jiang Qingfeng, You  aren’t allowed to bully me. If you do, I’ll ignore you.

I won’t touch you anymore.

Chu Yuan: If you won’t touch us, can you kiss me?

Ning Ruan, still groggy, rubbed his eyes. You have to be good before you get kisses.

The corners of Chu Yuan’s mouth curled. He immediately pulled his hands back into a proper position. I’m being good.

Jiang Qingfeng gritted his teeth and coaxed gently, Baby, I’m listening to you too.

Ning Ruan gave a soft Mm. In this position, he was finally able to sleep well. He murmured, You’re both being good.

Ning Ruan praised them, but never mentioned the kiss again. The two men wondered if the little beauty had suddenly become smart, using kisses to bait them. Yet, his praise was enough to satisfy them. Jiang Qingfeng’s fingertips brushed against Ning Ruan’s soft, slender neck. He smiled, his tone tender. Little liar.

What else could he do? If Ning Ruan was dangling the hook, he had no choice but to bite.

Ning Ruan was lost in a dream. He didn’t even know where he was as a thick fog rose around him. He instinctively reached out to grab the person next to him, feeling that as long as he held onto something, he wouldn’t get lost.

A man’s deep voice called him Ningning, then Ruanruan, and sometimes Ning Ruan. He even called him darling” and wife.

Ning Ruan pursed his lips, dissatisfied with the title. Chu Yuan, I told you not to call me that.

The voice paused. Chu Yuan?

In the next second, Ning Ruan felt himself enveloped by a chilling wind. The cold seeped into his lungs. He snapped awake, frozen in place. It wasn’t Chu Yuan’s voice. Nor was it Jiang Qingfeng’s or Gu Hui’s.

Ning Ruan froze, not daring to look back or speak. His heart raced as he blinked helplessly.

You like Chu Yuan that much?

The chilling wind wrapped around him. Black mist, like several giant hands, coldly stroked his back, the small of his back, and between his legs. That deathly sensation surged the cold, decaying smell was unavoidable.

Ning Ruan’s long lashes trembled piteously. His face lost all color, turning pale. I don’t like him.

The “hands” pressed into the small of his back, pouring cold air into him. Then who do you like?

Ning Ruan’s brain almost stopped functioning. He couldn’t answer the voice. Perhaps because of his silence, the black mist pinched his snowy cheeks. You don’t know?

Or do you like no one? You’re just using everyone, the voice asked sinisterly.

Ugh! Ning Ruan could hardly make a sound. Cold air flooded his lungs, tangling with the tip of his tongue like a suction. Ning Ruan tilted his head back helplessly, his fair neck being gripped.

The voice was right in his ear. Shall I kill you? Is that okay?

Ning Ruan sat up abruptly. His hair was damp, sticking to his white face in clumps. His face wasn’t bloodless from the scare; instead, a flush had spread across his snowy skin, looking seductive and decadent.

He couldn’t quite snap out of it; his eyes couldn’t focus for a long time. Jiang Qingfeng pinched the scruff of Ning Ruan’s neck, his peach-blossom eyes full of tenderness. What’s wrong? A nightmare?

Was it just a dream?

Ning Ruan reached up to touch his lips. They weren’t bitten, there was no metallic taste of blood, and no lingering sensation of being bullied until he couldn’t breathe. He was still alive. It really seemed like just a nightmare.

Still, his mood was off. Jiang Qingfeng ruffled his hair, his tone even gentler as he tried to soothe him. What is it? What did you dream about?

The dream was too strange. The voice said it would kill him one moment, then pinched his chin and bit his tongue the next biting it as if to break the skin, only to lick it over and over…

Thinking of the chaotic dream, Ning Ruan felt terrible. As for what he dreamed, he just shook his head pitifully, refusing to say a word.

Jiang Qingfeng’s expression darkened, displeasure and obsession lurking in his eyes. Ning Ruan had sat up and immediately touched his lips. With his watery eyes and flushed face, that didn’t look like a nightmare it looked like a dream of being (Censored) by a man.

He’s usually so pure, right? Doesn’t he refuse to kiss people? But he dreams of things like that.

Did he dream of those three dead men? Does he like them so much that he dreams of being bullied by them?

Jiang Qingfeng gripped the back of Ning Ruan’s neck and pulled him into an obsessive embrace, patting his back. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.

Ning Ruan was held so tightly he could barely breathe. That suffocating feeling carried over from the dream to reality. He tried to push Jiang Qingfeng away but couldn’t. What are you doing? Let go, I don’t like being held like this!

Jiang Qingfeng didn’t let go. His hand slid into Ning Ruan’s loose clothes, pinching his narrow waist. I won’t. Why can they do it, but I can’t? Is Ningning really this biased?

Is it because it feels better when they do it to you?

Why don’t you try me? I can make you feel good too.

Jiang Qingfeng’s body was burning hot. He said these strange things while burying his head in Ning Ruan’s neck as if sniffing him. Ning Ruan felt miserable, but he wasn’t as strong as Jiang Qingfeng. His hands were pinned, so he couldn’t even slap him awake.

Jiang Qingfeng continued to rub against him disobediently.

“Open your mouth.”

Ning Ruan pursed his lips and didn’t listen. His chin was pinched. Baby, you’re being very naughty.

Ning Ruan felt so wronged. Who is the naughty one? It’s clearly this smelly dog Jiang Qingfeng!

He was being hugged, rubbed against, and spoken to in this tone. Tears welled in Ning Ruan’s eyes. He hated it he didn’t like Jiang Qingfeng anymore.

Jiang Qingfeng seemed to see through his thoughts. He tore off his usual well-behaved mask and pried open the boy’s lips. You hate me? Did you ever even like me?

Jiang Qingfeng was furious, questioning him over and over. Ning Ruan found it all very confusing. Why should I like Jiang Qingfeng? Who would like someone so inexplicable?

He still didn’t know why Jiang Qingfeng was acting this way. He had just woken up and been scared by a dream, and then Jiang suddenly grabbed him and got angry.

Hmm? Ningning? The man’s deep voice was like a demon’s whisper. You’re a little liar.

“You said you’d kiss me once we’re out, but do you really intend to? Or do you want me to die here so you can go off with that dog Chu Yuan?”

Ning Ruan’s heart skipped a beat as his secret thoughts were poked. He blinked nervously. His task was to survive the Battle Royale. Only two people could live—Chu Yuan and Jiang Qingfeng could only have one survivor. He hadn’t really planned ahead. “Seven-Seven” (the system) told him he just needed to sow discord. Regarding the future of Jiang and Chu he really hadn’t thought about it.

Ning Ruan couldn’t justify himself.

A self-mocking smile curled on Jiang Qingfeng’s lips. “Ningning, you know yourself that you don’t intend for me to live… Then, before I die, why must you be so heartless? You won’t even open your mouth for a kiss?”

Ning Ruan’s already groggy head was completely spun by Jiang Qingfeng’s logic. Seeing the man’s disappointed expression, he felt a bit lost.

He whispered, You let go, you’re hurting me. I, I’ll kiss you, okay?

Ning Ruan was a bit reluctant, but for the sake of the task, it seemed he had to kiss Jiang Qingfeng now. He told himself it was just to complete the task and soothe the man. He thought timidly: If I kiss him and he dies in the end, he won’t come back as a strange thing to find me, right?

Jiang Qingfeng hadn’t expected Ning Ruan to actually agree. A moment of shock flashed across his face. In the next second, he obediently let go. His gaze was blunt and intense; Ning Ruan could hardly stand being stared at like that. A flush colored his snowy cheeks, making even the small mole under his eye look seductive.

You, close your eyes.

Jiang Qingfeng’s throat was dry. Mm.

The boy’s lips pressed against his cautiously. They were soft, warm, and cloyingly sweet. Even though Ning Ruan had been kissed while being held by others before, he seemed to have no experience, only pressing his lips against Jiang’s lightly.

Jiang Qingfeng’s mind went haywire. His hands instinctively returned to Ning Ruan’s waist. Taking advantage of Ning Ruan’s distraction, he pressed him down onto his lap.

Baby, a kiss isn’t just lips touching lips.