Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Is Always Loved - Chapter 1

[World Transmission initializing: 10%… 20%… 30%… 100%]

[Transmission Successful.]

[Host bound: Shi Jun.]

A cold, slightly playful mechanical voice echoed inside his mind.

Shi Jun drew his brows together. Sitting up halfway, he surveyed the environment before him as a flood of foreign memories rushed into his consciousness.

This was a modern world. The vessel he currently occupied was a twenty-three-year-old youth who shared his exact name, Shi Jun. He was the eldest son of the Shi Corporation’s executive lineage, backed by a twenty-year-old younger brother currently attending university named Shi Wen.

Shi Wen was Shi Jun’s half-brother. In truth, following the death of Shi Jun’s biological mother due to a difficult labor, the elder Father Shi had aggressively retrieved the son he shared with his true love a hidden mistress.

To deliver the exact data, Shi Wen had been born to an impoverished female university student whom Father Shi had sponsored. The woman had been an absolute orphan. Father Shi had coveted her youth, maintaining that since she was entirely devoid of backing or resources, she would possess zero leverage to resist if he bedded her. Concurrent with his designs, the woman had likewise coveted the extensive financial support Father Shi could provide, harboring her own intent to secure a life of luxury without manual labor. Thus, the two had seamlessly entangled their tracks. She had desperately intended to leverage the child to scale the branches and transform into a phoenix, yet regrettably, she lacked the destiny to survive it, succumbing to illness shortly after giving birth to Shi Wen.

The absolute protagonist of this world’s narrative grid was precisely the second young master, Shi Wen. Squeezed by an immense mountain of corporate debt, Shi Wen had actively incited Father Shi to gift Shi Jun over to a fifty-year-old tycoon who had recently lost his wife. Father Shi was well aware that the old man possessed severe, psychopathic domestic violence tendencies his previous wife had literally been beaten to death by his bare hands yet to completely clear his household’s financial arrears, he had decisively surrendered his eldest son into the old man’s clutches regardless.

Leveraging the massive fortune extracted from the original host’s forced prostitution, Shi Wen had systematically scaled the rungs of high society step by step, ultimately marrying into the premier, absolute top-tier wealthy family of the elite grid to live an idyllic, blessed existence. He ultimately scaled the absolute peak of power and wealth, while Shi Jun functioned merely as a disposable stepping stone along his path, serving as basic raw material to construct the foundation of Shi Wen’s glorious life.

In the final arc of the original script, systematically orchestrated by Shi Wen’s calculation, the host was beaten to death by the old man. Not a single inch of pristine skin remained across his entire body, and his corpse was encased inside a concrete block and hurled into the depths of the ocean denied even a fraction of peace after death.

This was the textbook definition of a disposable canon fodder role.

The exact second he finalized processing the data, an intense, searing wave of heat violently erupted across his body.

By an absolute stroke of horrific timing, the exact chronological coordinate of his transmigration aligned perfectly with the window where the original host had been heavily drugged, positioned on the threshold of being violated by the old man.

“Dammit!”

“System, you truly possess an immaculate sense of timing.”

[System 007:] Sumimasen, Boss! Your servant genuinely didn’t execute this arrangement with intent! (＞_＜)

The AI delivered an exceptionally earnest apology.

Yet, the parameters of his immediate environment left zero slots for abstract deliberation. The old man had already breached the threshold of the private suite. He was an individual whose face was completely packed with coarse, bloated flesh, letting out a series of vulgar, salacious chuckles as he slowly closed the distance toward Shi Jun, his hands aggressively and continuously rubbing against his crotch.

“My little beauty, you are already completely impatient, aren’t you? Let your master extend a line of pure, exquisite affection to your frame right now ” Brandishing his foul words, he lunged straight toward Shi Jun’s silhouette.

Mapping the vector of his movement, Shi Jun executed a rapid, violent kick straight into the man’s chest. Yet, because his physical vessel was currently heavily suppressed by the mechanics of the drug, the strike yielded zero substantial damage.

“Oh ho? You actually retain the baseline muscle memory to kick me? Magnificent. This brand of resistance merely ensures the upcoming transactions operate with a vastly superior kinetic excitement,” the old man remarked, his features twisted into an expression of absolute, vulgarity.

His mind filled with a towering surge of demonic fury, Shi Jun barked internally: “System, move this instant to suppress the biochemical constraints of this drug! As the supreme, formidable Demon Venerable of my realm, since when has my presence ever navigated such an absolute, pathetic state of vulnerability?!”

[System 007:] Host, the override has been successfully executed! However, your normal physical status can only maintain its parameters for a strict fifteen-minute window.

“More than sufficient.” A flash of pure, sinister malice rippled across Shi Jun’s eyes.

Within the space of a single breath, his physical vessel reverted completely to its peak normal operational parameters.

Shi Jun was thoroughly incensed. Every single punch he unleashed carried the absolute weight of his fury, hammering the old man until he executed a rapid succession of panicked retreats. Ultimately forced into a blind corner of the room, the tycoon completely lost any residual capacity to mount a counter-offensive.

Knocking the old man into a state of absolute unconsciousness consumed a mere three minutes of his clock, yet Shi Jun’s fury remained entirely unappeased. He directed a succession of violent, heavy stomps straight into the old man’s abdomen, pausing only when his internal irritation had cleanly evaporated.

The chronological window to maintain his normal physical status was rapidly approaching its expiration marker. Stumbling unsteadily through the suite’s threshold, his limbs grew so thoroughly weak he could no longer sustain his own weight. Reaching out a hand to catch the handle of a nearby door, he intended to merely lean his frame against the surface to rest.

Yet, the door actually swung open smoothly under his touch. Deprived of support, Shi Jun’s silhouette collapsed straight onto the interior flooring.

Even as he fell, his tongue didn’t lose its sharp edge, muttering a resentful curse: “Fuck… who on earth leaves their goddamn door unlocked?”

A deep, resonant baritone suddenly echoed across the space: “Whose line of distribution dispatched your profile down to my quarters?”

The man’s register carried a highly visible, sharp note of profound impatience: “How on earth did you clear my security perimeter to step inside?”

Shi Jun raised his chin to track the audio source. The man before his eyes had a plush bath towel slung casually around his waist to mask his central zones, leaving the immaculate contours of his physique completely exposed to the ambient light. His staggering, massive pectoral development paired with a flawless, chiseled set of eight-pack abdominals nearly blinded Shi Jun’s vision.

“Then again… this specific face happens to align perfectly with the baseline parameters of my appetite. I shall reluctantly concede to accept your presence,” Gu Xiulin murmured. Kneeling his frame down onto the floor, his fingers reached out to tilt Shi Jun’s chin upward, his tone laced with a trace of playful amusement.

Shi Jun’s eyes were completely clouded by a dense, misty glaze, his physical frame bordering on an absolute collapse as his biology screamed for an immediate antidote to dissolve the residual heat.

The magnificent male standing directly before his face represented the absolute premier antidote available not only did his physical proportions operate at an elite caliber, but his countenance was breathtakingly handsome to an extreme degree.

Bypassing a single line of hesitation, Shi Jun aggressively pressed his lips straight against the man’s mouth.

“My little creature… to think you operate under such extreme urgency.” Letting out a low chuckle, the man gathered Shi Jun’s silhouette securely into his arms, marching straight toward the inner chambers of the master bedroom.

Gu Xiulin deposited Shi Jun’s frame onto the expanse of the plush, soft mattress, smoothly leaning his weight down to pin him against the sheets.

The affinity flared like an absolute inferno, their passionate kiss burning violently between their lips. Amidst the frantic, high-intensity friction of the embrace, Shi Jun’s lips parted a minute fraction, explicitly enticing the man to execute a deeper, predatory campaign of exploration.

Gu Xiulin’s large hand locked securely around the contours of Shi Jun’s slender, delicate waist. Gradually, his biology ceased to maintain satisfaction with a mere superficial kiss; the intensity of his touch turned increasingly scorching as his lips broke away to chart fresh territory uniformly trailing down to claim his chin, his neck, and the clean ledger of his collarbones.

He untied the original host’s garments with an unrefined, aggressive force, his senses immediately saturated by the faint, pristine fragrance of fresh tea leaves radiating from Shi Jun’s skin.

The aroma of tea was exceptionally crisp, unique, and elegant, possessing a functional capacity to leave an operator thoroughly intoxicated.

Driven by the intoxicating scent, Gu Xiulin couldn’t rein in his reflexes. Gripping Shi Jun’s waist with an absolute hold, he buried his entire face straight into the crook of the youth’s neck, greedily drinking in his essence.

Shi Jun could clearly map the heavy, ragged breathing saturated with pure, raw desire echoing directly beside his ear.

Inside this night packed with boundless, absolute temptation, their lips remained tightly fused together. Every single deep, soul-stirring kiss felt exactly like an intensive exploration of one another’s innermost psyches, brimming with a limitless reservoir of calculated ambiguity and intense anticipation.

The evening breeze following a fresh downpour quietly slipped through the window frames, gently rustling the edges of the privacy curtains. The scent of absolute intimacy diffused uniformly through the air tracks, causing one to subconsciously encode a sensation of life’s ultimate beauty and exquisite warmth with every single breath drawn.

This night was definitively destined to remain entirely unsettled until the dawn.