Quick Transmigration: Brother, You Smell So Good, Let Me Flirt With You As I Pass By. - Chapter 1

【Twenty years of substitute morning court service complete. Please evaluate this service: Satisfied, Very Satisfied, Super Satisfied, or Thunderously Invincible Spiral Satisfied.】

The Emperor, having just awakened from his slumber, was speechless.

Forcing a rating, are we?

The Emperor had retired at sixty. He had been on the throne for ten years and simply could not keep up with the exhaustion anymore. Attending court at five in the morning every single day was not a task for a human being.

Having finally escaped for twenty years, the Emperor, now in the space station, happily clicked “Satisfied” on the panel.

He then swiped to view the status of the world he had just left and immediately cried out in despair.

“Where are my three thousand concubines? My vast empire? My exotic treasures? Why is everything gone!”

The young man in white standing behind the system panel spoke slowly: “The world has been unified. Your concubines have all gone to take the civil service exams, and your treasures have been surrendered to the state. Private ownership is no longer permitted.”

The Emperor’s lips trembled as if he had suffered a devastating blow.

“Twenty years and you have left me with nothing?”

The young man smiled brightly. “Is it not for the best? It takes others nine hundred years to build a dynasty and achieve unification, but you did it in twenty. You have saved eight hundred and eighty years of wasted effort.”

The Emperor: “I want to file a complaint! I want to leave a bad review!”

The young man decisively closed the system panel.

A prompt from the main system sounded: 【Please select your desired service: Return to the original world or File a complaint.】

The Emperor: “Complaint, complaint, complaint!”

Main System: 【Your evaluation has been detected as Satisfied. You are now being transmitted back to your original world.】

The Emperor: “…”

Having sent off the unknown Emperor who had seen his world collapse the moment he woke up, Wu Hui stretched his back.

“Return.”

With a flash of light, Wu Hui vanished from the space station.

Employees of the Space-Time Alliance had their own private rooms, which they could change to fit their preferred style using accumulated points. Wu Hui, too lazy to decorate, had simply copied the specifications of a luxury seven-star hotel suite.

“Jianqiu, run the hot water.”

A white cat with blue eyes hopped onto the sofa and spoke in a human voice.

“The main system has gone mad. It tried to assign you a task to substitute for a pregnancy. Fortunately, I found out in time.”

Wu Hui walked toward the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he sneered, “Is it the main system that has gone mad, or is someone else crazy?”

Wu Hui was an employee of the Space-Time Alliance’s Substitute Operations Division.

In the three thousand worlds, there were always people who did not want to go to work or school, hoping that either someone else could replace them or that the world would simply explode.

The Space-Time Alliance aimed to maintain the stability of these small worlds and create emotional value for humans, thus establishing the Substitute Operations Division. They provided a one-stop service for replacing people at work, school, or even arranging substitute burials.

Those with particularly strong desires could be selected to sign a contract with the Alliance. After the contract was finalized, the main system would select the most suitable employee to take their place. The employee’s consciousness would enter the client’s data-matched body, while the client slept in the transit space station until the employee finished the mission and returned.

Wu Hui was an outstanding employee in the division and had maintained a zero-complaint record since he started.

Under Jianqiu’s manipulation, the bathtub automatically filled with hot water and red wine bath salts. The white cat sprawled outside the bathroom door, scratching at it with its claws.

“Next time you go to an ancient world, can you please make sure I am not turned into a eunuch?”

Jianqiu was Wu Hui’s bonded system, capable of changing forms according to the host’s mood.

Wu Hui took off his clothes. “Eunuchs are the closest people to the Emperor. If you are not happy with that, we can strike a deal.”

Jianqiu continued scratching the door in protest. “What kind of deal?”

Wu Hui stepped into the bathtub. “You turn off my real-time monitoring while I am in the small world, and for the next world, I will let you choose the role yourself. How about that?”

The white cat seemed to be contemplating the offer.

“Jianqiu? Where is the cat?”

The scratching suddenly stopped. “There is a mole. Terminating the transaction.”

Wu Hui: “?”

The moment he sat down, his back was suddenly pressed against a man’s broad, hard chest. A low, smiling voice whispered in his ear.

“You are back?”

Wu Hui: “…”

Wu Hui: “Can someone handle this sexual harassment?”

There was only one person in the three thousand worlds who could freely traverse the Alliance—the Lord of the Space-Time Alliance, a true existence that could be called a god.

Yan Huaimin wrapped one hand around Wu Hui’s waist and pulled him into his embrace. He plucked a strand of Wu Hui’s long hair, twirling it between his fingers. Resting his chin on Wu Hui’s shoulder, he let out a low laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Baby, next time you take a mission, can you not be in such a hurry? You could at least say hello to me.”

Wu Hui ignored him and shouted to the white cat outside: “There is an unknown creature in the house. Could you at least meow?”

Jianqiu: “Meow.”

“Hm?” The man kissed his earlobe. “You do not like the system’s real-time monitoring?”

Wu Hui hummed lightly. “Do not think I do not know that it secretly sends my bathing videos to you.”

The two of them were in cahoots.

Yan Huaimin embraced him affectionately. “If you want, baby, I can send you my bathing videos too.”

Wu Hui glanced at him. “If you have such a hobby, you could post them in the world group, unlock them for a fee, and you would definitely become the world’s richest person.”

With a path to wealth like that, Wu Hui would not have to sell his soul working for the Space-Time Alliance. He was harassed every day, and there was not even a complaint channel.

Yan Huaimin replied, “But I only want you to see them.”

He pulled Wu Hui’s hand, guiding it slowly down along his abdominal muscles, his hot breath brushing against Wu Hui’s ear. His voice was magnetic, carrying an unmistakable allure.

“Do you want to see?”

Wu Hui did not need to look; he could already feel it.

“Maybe not.” He moved forward calmly. “I do not remember putting any aphrodisiac in the air at home.”

Regarding Wu Hui’s rejection, Yan Huaimin seemed hurt. His fingertips traced the youth’s fair, bare back, sparking fine, dense tremors. Wu Hui wanted to dodge, but he was trapped in the man’s iron-like cage of desire and possession.

“Twenty years. Do you know how much I have missed you?”

Unable to run or escape, Wu Hui simply leaned back into his chest and coldly dismantled him: “Twenty years in the small world is only twenty seconds here.”

“When you are not around, baby, every second feels like a year.”

“Do not struggle.”

Wu Hui tilted his head. His neatly tied hair had been loosened by the man, falling over his shoulders. A few strands fell across his face, his eyes lifted at the corners—a beauty that transcended the Creator’s limits.

He curled his delicate brows and patted him lightly. “It is okay. Twenty seconds is already quite impressive.”

Yan Huaimin: “…”

In the entire Space-Time Alliance, Wu Hui was the only one who dared to pluck hair from a tiger.

His evaluation system, full of satisfied and zero complaints, was filled with three words: Nepotism.

Of course, it all came at a price.

Yan Huaimin gripped his chin, forcing him to turn his face and kiss him. When Wu Hui was about to lose the strength to stay upright, he lifted him up, leaving Wu Hui able to feel only what Yan Huaimin chose to give him.

The temperature continued to rise, and the intoxicating scent of red wine filled the bathroom.

“So good.”

Wu Hui’s eyes were flushed crimson. His curses were swallowed by the kiss, and he could barely hear what was happening, losing awareness of everything else for a long time.

Before he fainted, he heard a few words, but he lost consciousness before he could process them.

“I will come and stay with you, alright?”