Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Ning Ruan froze for a moment. Once he realized the man was saying he wanted to touch him and claiming that doing so would help him relax Ning Ruan was so incensed his tongue almost tied itself in knots.

I I don’t. You.

How could he say such lewd things? Truly shameless.

Ning Ruan had originally tried to figure out who this monster was. Though he wasn’t the brightest, he understood the principle of  knowing one’s enemy.

For instance, 009 had told him that he must at least figure out the man’s name and not mix them up. If he were held in bed and called out the wrong name, a tragedy would occur.

Ning Ruan didn’t know what kind of tragedy 009 meant, but he was cautious. He wanted to complete his mission successfully; he didn’t want any tragedies.

However, the three men from before had never spoken to him like this. Ning Ruan couldn’t tell if the man had always been this lewd or if he had only become so after death. He had no way of identifying the man through these vulgar words.

Is that so? But don’t you like like being watched by me? Don’t you just love being played with by me?

The man unconsciously emphasized the word me, his gaze radiating an unspeakable danger as he stared at Ning Ruan, trying to discern any expression on the youth’s face.

That sudden emphasis scattered Ning Ruan’s anger. A cold sweat broke out on his back. Even as slow witted as he was, he could sense this was a life or death question. If he didn’t answer correctly, his little life might end right here.

He didn’t want to die. He had finally found a system that liked to play with him and finally felt a tiny bit of love; he wanted to keep living.

Ning Ruan desperately racked his brain for the training 009 had given him after being bullied by Chu Yuan. 009 said that if he learned it, he wouldn’t be bullied so harshly.

After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered. He tentatively leaned in and pressed a kiss against the man’s ice cold lips. I of course I like you.

I also like letting you, Halfway through, Ning Ruan’s face turned beet red from shame. He bit his vermillion lip before finally forcing the words out: letting you watch.

The rest of the words, even if 009 had taught them, he simply couldn’t say.

The man’s movements stiffened. He was clearly caught off guard by Ning Ruan’s proactive kiss.

But in the next second, his expression turned gloomy. As expected, the one Ning Ruan liked was Chu Yuan. For Chu Yuan’s sake, Ning Ruan hadn’t hesitated to kill him, yet now, just by pretending to be Chu Yuan, he could make Ning Ruan get close to him and kiss him.

The man’s expression was extremely ugly.

He spoke maliciously, Fine. Since you like me so much, then let me f*** you.

As he spoke, the man was still burning with rage, as if his cold body was about to ignite. Since he couldn’t get Ning Ruan as himself, what did it matter if he played the role of Chu Yuan and f***ed Ning Ruan until he couldn’t close his legs?

Ning Ruan deserved it. This was the punishment for his constant flirting.

Ning Ruan:

Ning Ruan panicked. What should he do? Why wasn’t 009’s method working? Was it because he hadn’t kissed enough?

He hurriedly leaned in again, kissing the man’s lips once more and even licking them lightly. A faint fragrance wafted from his pink lips.

The man narrowed his eyes. What did this mean?

Because Ning Ruan thought he was Chu Yuan, even after the proposal to “do it,” Ning Ruan would still lean in, kiss him, and unhurriedly engage in foreplay.

Ning Ruan’s face was simply too pure, and his movements were clumsy. Rather than intimacy between lovers, it felt more like a kitten rubbing against someone, trying to please its master.

His attempts to please weren’t the least bit “slutty”; his face was pure and clean, yet this very aura was more seductive, making one want to ravage him.

Ning Ruan’s honesty and obedience displeased the man immensely. He forcefully pinched Ning Ruan’s snowy cheek. What do you mean by this?

Ning Ruan looked up with wide, watery eyes, the skin beneath them flushed red. Don’t bully me. I’m afraid of pain. Let’s not do that.

His pitiful tone was so full of grievance that it seemed he would burst into tears the next second if the man didn’t agree.

The man dithered for a moment before realizing Ning Ruan’s intent. Ning Ruan was pleasing him because he didn’t want to have sex.

The man gripped Ning Ruan’s soft neck. From this perspective, it seemed Chu Yuan wasn’t that well-liked by Ning Ruan either.

Ning Ruan loved himself most; he constantly refused sex because he feared pain. Now he was refusing Chu Yuan too.

The man pinched Ning Ruan’s face, his tone unnatural. Don’t you like Chu Yuan ahem don’t you like me very much? Why aren’t you willing to do it with me?

Ning Ruan:

You’re really committed to the act, aren’t you?

But Ning Ruan found that what 009 taught was indeed useful. At least he could no longer feel the man’s malice. The man probably wouldn’t kill him now.

Ignorant of the deeper implications, Ning Ruan clamped his legs tighter around the man’s waist. He squeezed tight, then burrowed deeper into the man’s arms, hugging him firmly to restrict his movement. If the man wanted to strike, he would have to worry about hitting himself.

It was a clumsy plan, yet Ning Ruan felt he was being quite clever.

He didn’t speak; he just kept burrowing into the man’s embrace, gripping his waist tightly as if he never wanted to come down. He was incredibly clingy.

No doing it. It hurts.” Explaining more would only cause more confusion, so he stopped explaining.

The man was confusing him. Ning Ruan felt the man wanted him to say he “liked” him, but he didn’t know who he was supposed to say he liked.

He decided to skip the question entirely, simply holding the man and repeating the same line.

“I’m so sleepy. Are you sleepy?” Ning Ruan pressed his small face against the man’s chest muscles.

The man:  The man: Not sleepy.

After a while, Ning Ruan whispered again, his round almond eyes opening to look at him. “You’re so cold. It’s so cold I can’t sleep.”

The man remained silent for a moment. His body temperature actually began to warm up, while the last sparks of charcoal in the room died out completely.

Ning Ruan contentedly pressed against this “furnace.” The familiar masculine scent mixed with the smell of sandalwood didn’t frighten him; instead, that hormone-heavy aura made him feel a sense of security.

He tried to recall who the man was. The jumbled memories and the sudden scent of sandalwood made it impossible to be certain.

In his hazy state, Ning Ruan thought that maybe this monster wasn’t that scary. He wondered if the other monsters were just as terrifying.

Outside, the rain pitter-pattered on the leaves. The heavy storm had gradually subsided, sounding like a lullaby.

In the room, Ning Ruan’s breathing gradually leveled out. His shallow breaths hit the man’s contoured chest, yet the man only ever drew breath in, never out.

As the person in his arms fell into a shallow sleep, sealed memories began to flood back.

The beautiful boy had found him, asking for protection and wanting to sleep with him. When the man had gotten handsy, Ning Ruan had angrily scolded him, yet always foolishly let himself be coaxed into kissing.

He had given Ning Ruan a dagger for self defense, but Ning Ruan had used it to kill him without hesitation.

The left side of the man’s heart began to bleed, as if returning to the moment the dagger pierced through. He couldn’t tell which was more painful: the carving out of his heart or seeing Ning Ruan’s face stained with his blood.

The flowing blood stained Ning Ruan’s face. Against his snowy cheeks, the dark-red blood made his face look even more decadent and alluring.

Ning Ruan was just a selfish little brat, daring to do anything for his own sake. Shortsighted, shallow, wicked, and cruel.

The man unconsciously reached out and choked Ning Ruan’s neck.

That soft, fair neck it seemed he could snap it easily without even trying, and Ning Ruan’s head would just hang limp.

Ever since Ning Ruan killed him with his own hands, the man had probably thought about killing this person who claimed to love him but betrayed him eight hundred times a day.

He hated Ning Ruan to the core. Even raising an animal would foster feelings; one would feel reluctant to kill their own livestock. How could Ning Ruan have been so heartless when he struck?

The man continued to choke him, staring at that pure yet decadent little face until his eyes were bloodshot. His slender hands suddenly exerted force.

Just as he was about to wake Ning Ruan by strangling him, the man abruptly let go.

Ning Ruan looked at the blurry, indistinguishable face in the darkness with a pained expression, complaining softly, You pinched me and it hurts. Don’t pinch me.

the word hurts seemed to trigger a switch. The man’s expression twisted for a moment. In the next second, he suddenly began to laugh a low, eerie sound. He spoke in an almost coaxing tone:

If I don’t make it hurt will you do it with me?