I Can’t Keep Being a Scumbag Anymore—What Should I Do? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

Before Ran Muqiu could fully process Feng Qin’s sudden, deranged outburst, the system notification froze him in his tracks. He was bewildered.

Logically speaking, the Protagonist Gong should have felt a sense of triumph after bullying him right in front of the Protagonist Shou. Why would his Heartbreak Value move at all?

However, he soon lacked the leisure to ponder this question.

“How do you and Li Zhu usually play?” Feng Qin tilted his head, his voice low. “Should I learn a thing or two?”

The smile in his voice was still obvious, but Ran Muqiu knew that, at this moment, the boy’s heart must be bleeding.

The system continued to ping incessantly as Feng Qin’s Heartbreak Value climbed, finally stopping at sixty.

The effect of this surge was immediate. Feng Qin’s kisses became noticeably more urgent than before, shifting toward a one-sided venting of frustration. Like a beast marking its territory, he didn’t stop at the lips.

The chin, the tip of the nose, and even the soft flesh of Ran Muqiu’s cheeks were not spared; he bit down with genuine force.

“Ngh!”

If there had been a hint of pleasure before, this was now pure discomfort. Ran Muqiu’s tears flowed freely, but he was trapped in the other’s iron grip. After several failed attempts to escape, he stomped hard on Feng Qin’s foot.

Feng Qin let out a muffled groan but didn’t retreat an inch, his movements only faltering slightly. Seizing the opportunity, Ran Muqiu bit down hard on the tongue that had forced its way into his mouth.

Feng Qin clutched his mouth and froze for a long while before finally pulling back.

Then, he reached behind him. With a sharp click, a small wall lamp flickered on.

Warm, amber light spilled over them, finally allowing them to see each other’s faces.

Ran Muqiu closed his eyes.

His eyes had spent too long in the dark; the sudden stimulus caused a large, physiological tear to roll down his cheek when he opened them.

The spots where he had bumped against the sofa armrest still throbbed, as did the teeth marks on his face. Remembering how Feng Qin had intentionally refused to stop while Li Zhu was still outside, his tears quickly took on a bitter flavor.

A mix of shame, anger, and grievance made it impossible to stop crying. Ran Muqiu wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, but it only smeared the moisture further.

Feng Qin watched him for a moment and reached out to help, only to have his hand slapped away with surprising force.

The boy was clearly fuming; that strike carried quite a sting.

Feng Qin let out a dry laugh, licked his lips, and dropped his hand. “Li Zhu can touch you, but I can’t?”

Ran Muqiu: “…”

Ran Muqiu wiped his tears again, cursing him through sobs. “You’re sick!”

If he hadn’t understood why Feng Qin’s Heartbreak Value had spiked earlier, he did now. Ever since Li Zhu left, Feng Qin had kept the other’s name on the tip of his tongue, mentioning him a hundred times a minute. Ran Muqiu would have to be an idiot not to understand.

It was jealousy, plain and simple!

But who gets jealous like this?

His crush was kissed by someone else, so he ran over here to bite me?

What kind of logic was that?

Feng Qin didn’t speak. He stared intently at Ran Muqiu’s face, feeling a twinge of regret for not turning the light on sooner.

Ran Muqiu’s eyelashes were naturally long and curled; now, soaked with tears, they were clumped together in a messy, pathetic way that was heartbreakingly beautiful.

Lowering his gaze, he saw the beautifully shaped lips. Feng Qin thought this was the boy’s most stunning feature.

In truth, everything about him was beautiful, but his mouth was especially striking today. Likely due to the excessive friction earlier, the scarlet lip flesh stood out in a soul-stirringly vivid contrast against his pale skin.

Unable to resist, Feng Qin touched the edge of the boy’s lips with one hand. He traced the area he had just been kissing, squeezing gently for a long moment. “It’s swollen,” he whispered.

And whose fault is that? Ran Muqiu was livid. He grabbed Feng Qin’s hand and bit down hard on the fleshy part between the thumb and index finger.

“Biting again?” Feng Qin’s eyelid twitched as he let out a sharp hiss. “Are you a cat?”

What did this have to do with cats? Clearly, it was Feng Qin who had bitten him more.

He was the one who acted like a dog!

Ran Muqiu thought the guy was truly insane. With teary eyes and slurred speech, he barked, “I’ll kill you!”

“Fine.” Sensing that the boy truly wasn’t going to let go of his hand, Feng Qin let out a frustrated laugh. He used his other hand to cup the boy’s jaw, forcing his mouth open. Once there was a narrow gap, he slid his middle and index fingers between the boy’s lips and tongue, making it impossible for him to close his mouth. “Try biting now.”

With two fingers suddenly blocking his mouth, Ran Muqiu nearly choked. Convinced that the other was bullying him—perhaps even trying to choke him to death he felt like crying again.

But he couldn’t match the other’s strength, nor could he spit them out. With tear-blurred eyes, he let out a few muffled whimpers and used his tongue to try and push the fingers out.

As his fingertips were swept by the boy’s soft, moist tongue, Feng Qin felt a jolt at the back of his neck. Instantly, an uncontrollable flood of dark, illicit thoughts rushed through his mind.

Each one was worse than what he had witnessed in the infirmary, the alleyway, or outside the tent.

Feng Qin was eighteen—exactly the age when the mind tends to dwell on such things.

He wasn’t a saint, of course. With a group of hormone-fueled friends who said the crudest things when they gathered, he had heard it all, but he considered himself a relatively upright person.

At the very least, he had never been in a relationship.

At the very least, when he dragged Ran Muqiu in here, he truly only wanted to teach that annoying mouth a lesson. He hadn’t thought that far ahead, nor did he intend to actually do anything in a place as “unclean” as this.

But when Li Zhu appeared, the lingering attraction had turned into a blaze of fury. His mind had been filled only with the urge to bite him, to make him feel enough pain that he would forget that person entirely.

In any case, he hadn’t expected that a simple sweep of a tongue against his fingers—a stimulation that barely counted as such would cause him to react so immediately.

Like a goddamned animal.

Feng Qin’s throat bobbed. Unable to help himself, he gave the soft, tender tongue a frustrated little pinch. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

Ran Muqiu, with the fingers still in his mouth, was stunned.

Feng Qin slowly withdrew his hand, staring at the glistening moisture on his fingers for a moment. He leaned in close, his index finger tracing the faint teeth marks on the boy’s cheek. Now, he truly looked like he was teasing a cat. “I let you bite me. I didn’t tell you to seduce me.”

“Now look what you’ve done.” Feng Qin paused, leaning back lazily. He gestured meaningfully for Ran Muqiu to look. “What do we do now?”

“What do we do?”

Feng Qin chuckled and patted the boy’s cheek. “Open your mouth.”

The gesture was slightly flippant, and the look in his eyes was heavy with darkness. Ran Muqiu stared at him blankly for a moment before the realization hit. He pursed his lips, and a fresh wave of tears instantly spilled over.

They were pressed too close. The autumn school uniform was made of cotton and wasn’t particularly thick; Ran Muqiu could clearly sense the situation.

Besides, it wasn’t the first time he had encountered this.

Last time at Mount Mo, when Li Zhu kissed him, he had used a similar tone to tell him to “open your mouth a bit more.” It seemed, it seemed the situation had been much the same then.

But regardless, Li Zhu had at least handled things himself.

Now, Feng Qin was directly telling him to open his mouth.

He turned his head away, refusing to look at Feng Qin. Wiping his tears, he issued a tearful grievance to the system: 【I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m handing in my resignation to the Transmigration Bureau.】 He had been in the transmigration world for many years and had faced difficult missions before. Even when progress was slow, he had only offered soft complaints to the system; he had never mentioned quitting.

This time, he was truly hurt.

233 hurriedly tried to soothe him: 【Host.】

【The Protagonist Gong is being far too much.】 Ran Muqiu’s voice was thick with sobs, more intense than ever before. 【Even if I’m a Scum Gong, he can’t humiliate me like this. This never happened in the original script.】 In the original script, this behavior only happened when the Scum Bully made the Protagonist Shou do it as a form of humiliation before realizing his own feelings.

But the Scum Bully was someone who was “tough on the outside but soft on the inside.” Seeing the Protagonist Shou in distress, he would stop immediately.

But what was this?

Even a Cannon Fodder Gong had human rights!

“I won’t do it.” Ran Muqiu sniffled and looked up to face Feng Qin directly, refusing him firmly for the first time. “I don’t know how.”

He looked so pathetic as he cried; his eyes, already wet and bright with tears, looked even more soul-stirring. Combined with his swollen lips and the two teeth marks on his face, he looked like he had been subjected to the ultimate bullying.

Feng Qin stared at the tears and froze. He felt a bit bewildered, but the anger that had been fueled by Li Zhu completely evaporated. He couldn’t maintain his harsh tone anymore.

Replacing the anger was a strange, new emotion—a sharp, dragging ache in his chest. It was as if he couldn’t stand to see the boy cry; no matter what the boy had done to anger him before, at this moment, Feng Qin didn’t even want to think about it. He wanted to surrender immediately.

“How could you not know? Weren’t you doing just fine a moment ago?” Feng Qin muttered, noticing his own involuntary softening. He felt pathetic. Swallowing hard, he narrowed his eyes and couldn’t resist one more jab. “You’ve been with Li Zhu for so long; how could you possibly not know how to do this?”

“He’s not a pervert like you!” At the mention of Li Zhu’s name, Ran Muqiu bristled like a startled cat, retorting through his sniffles. “Making me touch your dirty, d-dirty.”

It was too shameful. Ran Muqiu struggled for a long time but could only squeeze out the word “dirty things.” He truly couldn’t bring himself to say the rest.

The Gongs in adult novels are truly perverts! Faced with Ran Muqiu’s outburst, Feng Qin was also momentarily stunned.

His chest heaved rapidly. At first, a fresh surge of rage boiled up because of the words “He’s not like you,” but the sheer wrongness of the second half of that sentence quickly dawned on him.

“I fucking—I—” Feng Qin started to curse but cut himself short. He stared death at Ran Muqiu, his jaw muscles working as he glared with wide eyes. “What the hell did you think I wanted you to do?”

“I just wanted you to stick your tongue out a bit more.”

He wanted the boy to be more proactive in letting himself be kissed—and to catch a glimpse of that beautiful tongue while he was at it. At most, he’d have just handled things himself.

He didn’t finish the thought.

Perhaps he suddenly felt that even that was too lecherous, or perhaps the boy had truly stirred up even more ideas.

But what did he mean by “dirty things”?

And why was Ran Muqiu so experienced? He hadn’t said a word, yet the boy’s mind had jumped straight to that.

“I don’t fucking know how to do that either,” Feng Qin explained through gritted teeth, meeting Ran Muqiu’s accusatory gaze as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I wasn’t planning to actually do that to you here.”

Ran Muqiu froze, asking blankly, “You weren’t?”

But he’s a Gong in an adult novel! He’s supposed to be a pervert in the original script!

“Fuck.” This time, Feng Qin truly laughed out of pure frustration. “What the hell is inside your head?” Then his expression shifted instantly. “Or is that just how you and Li Zhu usually play?”

Ran Muqiu was terrified by the man’s volatile moods. He felt like he was dealing with a chameleon who couldn’t understand human speech. He shook his head like a rattle, his face flushing deep red as he retorted, “No, no, no! I told you he’s not a pervert like you! W-we’ve only ever kissed!”

Feng Qin had long known that Ran Muqiu and Li Zhu’s relationship was out of the ordinary, and he had witnessed their intimacy before, but this was the first time he’d heard it confirmed from the boy’s own mouth that they had kissed.

He didn’t know whether to be angry first, or relieved that they had only kissed.

He stared gloomily at Ran Muqiu for a long while, then his brow suddenly relaxed. His mouth quirked up into a rogueish, irritating grin.

In a daze, he felt as if he truly had become a dog—circling his master and putting on a fierce act, when in reality he was wagging his tail and begging for pity, driven to ecstasy by a single scrap of meat tossed his way.

Fucking pathetic.

“Just the mouth?” His chest vibrated with a laugh as he reached out, pulling the boy with the tear-streaked face onto his lap. “I don’t believe you.”

“Believe what you want!” Ran Muqiu was so angry he wanted to bite him to death. There was no communicating with someone whose brain was broken. “Psychopath! Let me go! I’m going home!”

“Oh.” Feng Qin turned a deaf ear, muttering to himself, “He’s only kissed your mouth? Then how about I kiss a few more places than he did?”

The moment the words left his lips, he bit the boy’s cheek again.

Ran Muqiu was livid. He clapped a hand over his cheek, his tear-filled eyes wide with shock. He remembered Feng Qin calling him a “cat,” but he had only bitten the man three times, while the man had already bitten him countless times!

He immediately snapped back: “You’re the one who acts like a dog!”

This time, the boy didn’t argue. He admitted it without hesitation, his lips curling as a trace of genuine pleasure surfaced in his eyes.

“Fine. I am.”