Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

“I will send you photos of the dresses tonight.”

Inside the luxury boutique, the lights were dazzling. Yun Zhixue was bathed in the glow, looking exceptionally beautiful so much so that Xu Chi could barely look away.

He was never one to be particular about his own attire, but watching Yun Zhixue wear the clothes he had picked out gave him a strong sense of pride. He was generous, immediately asking the sales assistant to pack up every size of the outfits that Yun Zhixue liked. He pulled out his card to pay. Fortunately, he was accustomed to his time in Germany, where he always carried his card.

He had not been back in the country for long and had not yet linked his card to Alipay; otherwise, if the payment had gone through automatically, he would not have known how to face Yun Zhixue’s disappointed eyes.

Yun Zhixue had changed into a new skirt, his third one that day. He reached out to touch the pearls on the velvet hem, just about to say that this one would be enough, when he heard Xu Chi tell the assistant to pack everything up. Although he loved pretty clothes and wanted them, he did not feel any sense of humiliation; he treated them like ordinary clothing. After wearing them for a while, he had even grown to appreciate their beauty.

They were beautiful, and he liked it when others complimented him.

In the apocalypse, only those with value could survive. His companions had abilities Yun Zhixue could not even imagine, allowing them to survive in a world full of anomalies; ordinary people had long since been eliminated. He was lucky that he still had something he could contribute. He survived by working hard at his job, so kisses and touches were acceptable.

However, his companions had bought things for him because they needed something from him, which he saw as an equivalent exchange, just like work. But Xu Chi was only compensating him for the skirt; there was no need to waste money. One skirt was enough.

Yun Zhixue thought about this while touching the skirt. He trotted over to Xu Chi and told him that one was enough and he should not waste money.

Xu Chi truly felt that Yun Zhixue was incredibly well-behaved. It was not just his appearance. He did not know where the rumors about him being violent came from. Yun Zhixue was clearly afraid, yet he still asked him questions. He clearly liked the clothes, yet he was still afraid of wasting money.

He did not bring his phone to school, and he reported to his guardians whenever he went out. By every metric, he was a good kid. Xu Chi kept his eyes on Yun Zhixue, filled with an instinctive, self-taught tenderness. They always said “good kids” were the ones forced into it, and he hoped that in front of him, Yun Zhixue could make a scene or laugh out loud.

His voice was gentle and hoarse. “Xiao Xue, I am very wealthy. I could buy you skirts forever and never run out of money.”

Yun Zhixue stood before Xu Chi, who was sitting on the sofa. They were face-to-face. Yun Zhixue was wearing a black velvet princess dress, with a small crown the sales assistant had recommended tilted on his head. Under the lights, he looked like a real little princess.

He batted his long, curling eyelashes, trying to understand Xu Chi’s words. He was puzzled. “Do you want to see me wear them?”

“Yes.” Xu Chi coughed, though his gaze remained fixed on Yun Zhixue. He did indeed want to see. This was not about being lecherous; how could looking at the person you like be called lecherous? At most, it was a natural expression of his feelings.

So that was it, Yun Zhixue realized with a start. He flashed a sweet smile and naturally spun around in front of Xu Chi.

From this angle, sitting on the sofa, Xu Chi could see the boy’s undershorts and the soft, tender flesh of his thighs trembling slightly. Coupled with the faint, ethereal fragrance that drifted over—real yet fleeting—the dual stimulation of sight and smell made him instinctively pull a blanket over his lap.

“Then you can take a good look,” Yun Zhixue said as he spun around, giving Xu Chi an unobstructed view. He added, “If you want to see more, I can send you photos of the skirts tonight, and you can pick out which ones I should wear tomorrow.”

Xu Chi’s pupils dilated in shock! T-this is too much! Is this really okay?

The shop assistants were equally shocked! Is this something we are allowed to hear? Is this really okay?

The system’s code went haywire! How could its host say such suspicious things? This is not right!

Yet, Yun Zhixue continued to blink his large eyes. Despite having cat-like eyes that curved slightly upward, his entire temperament was obedient and clean, like a handful of snow—pure and harmless. He seemed completely unaware of the earth-shattering thing he had just said.

After his shock, Xu Chi composed himself. Yes. He did want to see. He wanted to see Yun Zhixue in short skirts, long skirts, all kinds of skirts, and even—well. He was indeed being crude and lecherous. But he could not show it, especially since Yun Zhixue was so natural about it, as if he were just eating or drinking.

It was too strange. Even he realized something was wrong. Although he had not studied much and was a disaster at interpersonal relationships, he could sense Yun Zhixue’s blurred boundaries. He had to tell Yun Zhixue; he had to teach Yun Zhixue that this was not right.

He tried to make himself look trustworthy, looking straight into Yun Zhixue’s eyes. His gaze was as gentle as possible; his voice filled with extreme tenderness. “Xiao Xue, this is not right. You should not send photos of your skirts to others. Sending photos like this is inappropriate.”

He did not finish his thought: Do you have any idea how attractive this is to a man? No man could refuse you.

“Inappropriate?”

Yun Zhixue was confused. “Is it not okay to just send photos of the skirts?”

Xu Chi stared at Yun Zhixue’s face—cat eyes, peach-blossom lips—he looked like trouble. He suddenly pulled Yun Zhixue into his arms. The shop assistants were very perceptive and left immediately, leaving the space to the two of them.

Yun Zhixue was forced into Xu Chi’s arms. His frame was small, and he was not very tall. To Xu Chi, who was a towering 192 cm, he was definitely small.

Small enough to be completely tucked into his arms. Yun Zhixue’s back leaned against Xu Chi’s broad, hard chest. It was too quiet. He could even feel the constant beating of Xu Chi’s heart. With nothing between them but the hem of his skirt, his snow-white thighs were draped over Xu Chi’s deep blue school pants. His toes barely touched the ground, swaying with Xu Chi’s movements.

Yun Zhixue felt a sudden chill and instinctively wanted to close his legs, but they were held back by a pair of hot, large hands. When the hands touched his thigh flesh, Yun Zhixue clamped his inner thighs together in a reflex, trapping the palms. Yun Zhixue looked down in a daze.

Visible through the gaps of the hem, he could see thick, long fingers sinking into his thigh flesh, squeezing out indentations, the wheat-colored skin contrasting sharply with the snow-white flesh.

Xu Chi’s hand kneaded his thigh, his gaze dark, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He rubbed slowly, his voice hoarse. “If I saw the skirt photos you sent, do you know what I would think?”

Yun Zhixue clamped his legs together, feeling a subtle shyness. He shook his head.

“It would be what I am doing right now.”

“Xiao Xue, men are very bad, especially since you are so beautiful.”

“You must protect yourself well.”

Yun Zhixue blinked, his eyelashes trembling. He fidgeted uncomfortably; Xu Chi’s palm sank into his skin, the soft, tender thigh flesh yielding like cream. As he rubbed against him, Xu Chi swallowed hard, warning himself to stop thinking.

He was a gentleman now; he needed to teach Yun Zhixue what he should not do.

Yun Zhixue was truly thinking hard about Xu Chi’s words. He was protecting himself, was he not? Was it really wrong to just look at photos? But if he did not show Xu Chi the skirt photos, what else did Xu Chi want to see? It was Xu Chi who said he liked watching him wear skirts.

He felt a squeeze, and it tickled. He pressed his legs together tighter. He seemed to understand something.

He loosened his legs slightly and took Xu Chi’s hand that was around his waist. Xu Chi had been focused entirely on Yun Zhixue and noticed the movement.

Xu Chi looked down. Yun Zhixue stuttered, speaking very slowly, his voice particularly clear in the quiet space.

“Xu Chi, are you not satisfied with photos of the skirts?”

“Then you can touch me, but only touch.”

Before Xu Chi could recover from his surprise, Yun Zhixue placed Xu Chi’s other hand on his snow-white thigh and emphasized, “Only touch. Only today.”

After all, he was very busy. Yun Zhixue remembered the random mission the system had reminded him of, which sounded very difficult. He had already changed jobs.

Xu Chi’s hand instinctively squeezed and slid toward his knee; his palm was large enough to cover the entire kneecap. He liked Yun Zhixue—he liked him a lot—so he respected him. He deliberately put his hand into the thigh flesh, hoping Yun Zhixue would show even a little, just a tiny bit, of wariness toward a man.

But why was it like this? His hand on the kneecap stiffened, deliberately keeping a tiny bit of distance. Yet, his other palm remained clamped between his thighs.

He looked down.

Yun Zhixue looked up at him. Those clear cat eyes held no hint of ambiguity or shyness, only the calm honesty of someone fulfilling a transaction. Xu Chi’s palm remained stiff against the delicate skin; the searing temperature almost burned them both.

“You! ” Xu Chi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse. “Do you know what ‘touch’ means?”

“I know.” Yun Zhixue nodded, his soft hair brushing against Xu Chi’s jaw. “It just means touching my legs or waist, like now.”

This is wrong. This is really wrong.

Why was he so frank? There was not a hint of shyness in his eyes. If there had been even a little—a blink, a tremble of his lashes, a purse of his lips—he could have earnestly lectured him and told him this was wrong.

Xu Chi’s whole body felt like it was burning. After stiffening for who knows how long, he finally gave up, wrapping his large palm around the kneecap. Yes, his heart was a mess. He really was a piece of scum. He was crude and disgusting.

He was a man. He was not a gentleman. He could not keep up the act.

And it was just for one day or rather, just for this little while. This was just a natural expression of his feelings.

“I will just touch for a while. Just touch with my hand.”

Yun Zhixue sat in Xu Chi’s arms for a long time. Because Xu Chi’s embrace was scorching hot, his little face flushed with heat, and sleepiness gradually crept over him. He ignored the hot, hard weapon beneath him and the burning palm on his thigh.

He unconsciously squinted his eyes, his eyelashes damp, and slowly leaned against Xu Chi’s chest, lowering his eyes. His gaze became hazy, and he felt sleepy, wondering if he had not touched enough yet.

Xu Chi watched Yun Zhixue’s little head bobbing back and forth until he accidentally bumped into his chest. Yun Zhixue opened his eyes in confusion. Was he not tucked into Xu Chi’s arms? Why did it suddenly feel like he hit a wall?

Yun Zhixue was sitting stiffly, and the impact was just as hard. He suspected Xu Chi was made of stone.

Xu Chi’s eyes held a smile. His muffled laugh was not loud, but it was enough for Yun Zhixue to hear clearly. Yun Zhixue’s hand was held in Xu Chi’s, being squeezed and played with.

“Sleepy? Should I take you to drink something sweet to wake you up? I heard a new milk tea shop opened nearby; the taste is pretty good.”

Yun Zhixue was indeed thirsty. He let out a tiny yawn, a small tear of physiological moisture seeping from the corner of his eye, and nodded. “Okay.” His voice was soft, with the nasal tone of someone who had just woken up.

Xu Chi applied a slight bit of force to his arms to hold him while standing up. At this movement, their bodies pressed even tighter together. Yun Zhixue immediately felt something hard poking him and shifted uncomfortably.

Xu Chi stiffened, holding his breath.

Yun Zhixue lowered his head, looked curiously between himself and Xu Chi, then looked up, meeting Xu Chi’s eyes, which had turned dark and deep in an instant.

“Xu Chi,” his voice was soft, but his tone was calm, as if this were no big deal.

“Your thing is poking me.”

Yun Zhixue continued, with the lecturing tone of a little teacher, “You are in good health… in any case, you should not be so indulgent.”

The air seemed to freeze.

The ambiguous thoughts Xu Chi had been holding onto all but dissipated. He could almost hear the sound of his blood rushing against his eardrums. He said through gritted teeth:

“Xiao Xue, my health is really not a problem at all.”

With that, he quickly adjusted his posture, lifting Yun Zhixue slightly to avoid the awkward contact. Then, he stood up while holding him, letting Yun Zhixue’s feet land on the floor.

Yun Zhixue stepped on the marble, savoring the feeling of being on solid ground, and nodded to show he understood. But he looked completely unconvinced.

Xu Chi felt incredibly helpless; did it mean he could never wash off the label that he had health problems? Sooner or later, he would make Yun Zhixue experience exactly how his health was. As soon as this thought occurred, Xu Chi felt guilty. Fine, he was a pervert.

But he looked at Yun Zhixue, who was stepping on the marble, tapping his feet a few times. He looked exactly like a little kitten stretching after a long nap.

It is only natural.

Then, he took Yun Zhixue’s hand; it was soft and small, completely enveloped in his palm. “Let us go.”

After taking two steps, he remembered something and turned to instruct the shop assistants, who had been waiting in the distance, pretending to be background scenery. “All the clothes I picked out earlier.”

He paused, lowering his voice slightly as he asked Yun Zhixue, “Xiao Xue, there are quite a few clothes. Do you need them sent directly to your home address? I did not mean to find out where you live; if you are worried, I can go outside and wait for you to give them the address.”

Yun Zhixue gave an address the system had told him. He shook his head and said he did not mind.

The shop assistant, professionally trained, immediately noted the address and replied with a smile.

“Understood, Mr. Yun, Mr. Xu. Please rest assured, we will arrange everything properly.”

“Mr. Qi, the repair for this watch will take about three hours. Do you need to pick it up yourself, or shall we deliver it?”

“Just deliver it.”

Leaving the address, Qi Qian stepped out of the repair shop. It was an old watch, one his grandfather had handed to him when he took over the company.

He unlocked his phone, intending to have his driver pick him up, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the luxury boutique on the other side of the street. Behind the transparent glass wall, the lights were dazzling, like an isolated dream world.

A slender figure in a black velvet mini-skirt was being protected in the arms of a tall teenager, who held him half-wrapped in his embrace. The two walked out of the shop in an intimate manner. The skirt glowed with a soft luster under the lights, making the exposed calves look dazzlingly white. The teenager tilted his head slightly, seemingly listening to the person in his arms, his gaze so focused it was almost overflowing.

Qi Qian’s gaze locked onto them involuntarily for a moment.

Xu Chi. He frowned. It seems they have not broken up yet, and they are still in the honeymoon phase.

Not until the two held hands and disappeared from sight did, he withdraw his gaze, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.

That figure looks a bit familiar.

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