Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Is Always Loved - Chapter 2

Shi Jun woke up and looked at the handsome man sleeping soundly beside him.

“Whatever. Sleeping with a man like this isn’t a loss for me anyway.”

Shi Jun quickly cleaned himself up and left the hotel room.

Not long after his silhouette vanished past the threshold, Gu Xiulin slowly opened his eyes. His voice carried a trace of lazy amusement: “He actually ran away.”

His fingers gently brushed against the now-chilled bedsheets beside him, as if he could still feel the lingering warmth of the touch from moments ago.

This was the first time Gu Xiulin had ever been so intensely fascinated by a man. It felt as if, in the grand scheme of destiny, a mysterious force was guiding his track, leaving him completely unable to resist Shi Jun.

The exact second Shi Jun stepped into the corridor, he collided head-on with Shi Wen. Shi Wen had originally marched down to witness the spectacle of Shi Jun being utterly ruined by the old man to extract a wave of mockery. Catching sight of Shi Jun emerging from an entirely different luxury suite, he stammered in absolute shock, “Brother… why on earth did you clear the threshold of this specific room?”

Shi Jun countered with a sharp sneer, “What? Are you profoundly disappointed that I failed to be defiled by that old man, my dear younger brother?”

“Of course not! Brother, I merely panicked because you failed to return all night, which is why I came to search for you. How could you misjudge my intentions so harshly?” Shi Wen replied, his features instantly morphing into a mask of pure, aggrieved vulnerability.

Standing beside him, Li Li could no longer tolerate the friction, interjecting loudly, “Wenwen is merely worried about you! How can you be so utterly ungrateful?”

Li Li functioned as Shi Wen’s absolute lapdog. His entire universe revolved squarely around Shi Wen’s axis, and he spent every single second running his mechanics to sycophantically appease him.

Yet, Shi Wen merely savored the towering sense of superiority derived from being pursued, keeping Li Li permanently on the hook. The exact second the young master of the premier wealthy clan launched an offensive to claim him, he had discarded Li Li without a single line of hesitation.

Because Li Li habitually treated Shi Wen’s directives as absolute law, now that Shi Jun had engaged in open conflict, he naturally stepped into the slot to defend Shi Wen.

Shi Jun merely directed a look of absolute disdain toward Li Li’s vocalizations.

Mapping his reaction, Li Li pressed on, “Shi Jun, how can you behave with such absolute insolence?”

“Insolence?”

“Wenwen literally marched down to this hotel specifically for your sake, yet you have the nerve to target him with such venomous words.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth! You absolute idiot,” Shi Jun barked back, his eyes flashing with a trace of demonic fury.

“You—Shi Jun…”

Li Li’s chest heaved with explosive rage. Just as he prepared to launch a violent tantrum, a smooth male voice drifted over from the side corridor.

“Oh ho? Who exactly possesses the sheer audacity to trigger such a loud, chaotic brawl inside my establishment?”

Hearing the prompt, Shi Wen turned his head to map the silhouette of an elegantly attired gentleman wearing refined spectacles, projecting a thoroughly cultured, professional demeanor. A column of heavy-duty security guards tracked his steps out.

“Greetings. My name is Zhao Jianhui, and I serve as the General Manager of this hotel. I must petition Young Master Shi Jun to follow our lead; our Chairman explicitly requests an audience with your profile.”

Hearing the directive, Shi Jun delivered a firm nod.

He tracked Zhao Jianhui’s lead to march deeper into the executive sectors, and Shi Wen instinctively accelerated his stride to follow them in.

Manager Zhao smoothly extended his arm to block Shi Wen’s path, stating sterilely, “My apologies, sir. Our Chairman explicitly specified that he shall grant an audience strictly to Young Master Shi Jun alone.”

A sudden wave of shock hit the bedrock of Shi Wen’s mind. The Sovereign Kirin Hotel operated as the premier flagship property owned directly by the tycoon heir, Gu Xiulin. Could this little wretch Shi Jun have successfully hooked a titanic powerhouse of that caliber?

Bypassing the twisted, highly distorted malice warping his inner psyche, he maintained a perfectly gentle, unbothered veneer on the surface.

“In that case, could I trouble Manager Zhao to grant a brief exception? I merely wish to trade a couple of words with my brother.”

Shi Jun interjected coldly, “I share absolutely zero words with your profile.”

The lapdog could no longer rein in his mechanics: “How can you address Wenwen with such absolute coldness? He is legally your biological brother!”

“And what operational business is that of yours?”

Shi Wen smoothly extended a hand to restrain Li Li, who was clearing his throat to bark again. Projecting a thoroughly heartbroken look, he murmured, “Forget it. Since Brother harbors such a profound aversion to my presence, I shall simply execute my departure.”

While his inner consciousness was hyper-ventilating with a lethal campaign of hatred, he rigorously policed his features to maintain a gentle, compliant veneer. “That being the case, Manager Zhao, I shall take my leave first.”

Casting a final, venomous look toward Shi Jun, Shi Wen exited the grid, his mind already aggressively calculating a blueprint to ensure this damnable wretch faced absolute, public ruin during their next intersection.

Shi Jun tracked Manager Zhao to report directly to the penthouse elevator bank.

Stepping into the sprawling grandeur of the Presidential Suite, a young, strikingly handsome man stood framed against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Evaluating the formidable male with whom he had shared a night of boundless, passionate intensity barely a few hours prior, Shi Jun involuntarily felt a micro-trace of guilt surface in his chest.

007, exhume his profile parameters immediately. Who exactly is he?

[System 007:] Gu Xiulin. Within the absolute highest circles of the premier tycoons, this name functions exactly like a towering, brilliant star—monumentally renowned, recognized by every single operator across the board.

His commercial empire spans across a boundless matrix of sectors—ranging from real estate conglomerates to tier-one financial institutions, and from global entertainment tracks to luxury hospitality chains; his operational tentacles pervade every single corner. His corporations consistently break through the competitive metrics of the market to stand as the absolute vanguard of their respective industries. He commands a staggering caliber of corporate intellect, executing decisions with cold, absolute precision.

Within the parameters of the criminal underworld, he exists as a terrifying entity that inspires immediate, bone-chilling dread across the ranks. His intelligence grid is completely decentralized and omnipresent, his methodology notoriously ruthless. A single syllable processing out of his mouth holds the absolute mandate to dictate an individual’s life or death.

His network functions exactly like a massive, inescapable spiderweb, completely saturating the horizon—casting a towering shadow that securely blankets the entire metropolis.

He is an absolute powerhouse who commands towering authority across both the legitimate corporate tracks and the deepest underground circuits. His name itself is the ultimate definition of supreme power.

Shi Jun let out a mental whistle: Holy hell, talks about a towering display of pretentiousness.

Then again, bypassing the narrative fluff, his functional performance on the mattress truly operates at an exceptional caliber.

System 007: […]

Gu Xiulin’s gaze cut across the space like a razor-sharp blade, locking securely onto Shi Jun’s silhouette. A faintly suppressed, intense fury rippled across the depths of his eyes. “Barely a few hours ago during the night, your profile operated with such boundless, scorching intensity, wrapping yourself around my frame with absolute devotion. Yet, the exact second the morning calendar initialized, you actually executed a clean escape. Could it be that my performance failed to properly satisfy your parameters?”

Shi Jun’s brows drew together sharply. Fixing his eyes onto the man, he countered, “Who exactly are you supposed to be?”

Mapping Shi Jun’s refusal to validate the history, a cold, predatory laugh surfaced on the man’s features. “Whose track I occupy is entirely irrelevant. The sole structural fact that matters is the reality that last night, you proactively crawled up my person to petition for physical gratification. I merely noted that your face aligned perfectly with my appetite, which is why I conceded to take you in. Now, you intend to completely default on the ledger?”

Shi Jun prepared to pivot his frame to execute a tactical retreat, yet the man suddenly extended a heavy hand, his grip clamping securely around Shi Jun’s chin.

A sharp pang of discomfort flared, and Shi Jun raised his eyes to glare furiously at the male.

Tracking the fierce resistance, the man smoothly released his hold on the youth’s chin. Slamming both of his palms against the wall behind them, he pinned Shi Jun’s silhouette completely into the blind corner of the room Wall-slam. Leaning the absolute weight of his frame down, he aggressively captured his lips in a fierce kiss.

Shi Jun mobilized his entire strength to execute a frantic struggle, yet the man’s physical capacity operated at such an overwhelming caliber that his attempts failed to unlock a single fraction of space.

The man’s kiss mechanics were exceptionally sophisticated, rapidly causing Shi Jun’s baseline resistance to completely dissolve into liquid surrender.

Shi Jun sank helplessly into the depths of the man’s touch. By the time Gu Xiulin finally broke the embrace, the youth’s eyes were completely unfocused, projecting a highly visible craving for more.

Mapping the reaction, a triumphant, calculated smile surfaced at the edge of the man’s lips.

His thumb reached up to slowly trace the contour of Shi Jun’s swollen lips. His voice dropped into a deeply suggestive, hushed murmur: “Does this specific look constitute an absolute invitation directed at my profile?”

A brilliant crimson flush instantly stained Shi Jun’s cheeks. He raised his palms to aggressively push the man back.

Yet, Gu Xiulin refused to grant him a single operational window. Sweeping his arm beneath the youth’s knees, he cleanly scooped Shi Jun’s frame up into a secure, horizontal bridal carry.

“What on earth are you executing?! Deposit my person back onto the floor this instant!” Shi Jun barked, yet the man remained entirely deaf to his vocalizations.

Cradling Shi Jun securely against his chest, his steps advanced directly toward the master bedroom tracks.

Seeing the trajectory, Shi Jun’s physical struggle turned noticeably more chaotic and violent. Yet, the man’s momentum remained completely undisturbed; instead, his large arms merely tightened their lock around Shi Jun’s frame with an even more crushing force.

In short order, Shi Jun’s vessel was deposited flat onto the vast expanse of the master bed.

Leaning his weight straight back down across his frame, Gu Xiulin’s lips captured Shi Jun’s mouth once more. This turn, the kiss operated with a thoroughly wild, domineering cadence brimming with an absolute, predatory aggression.

Shi Jun desperately sought a path to break the lock, yet the man’s raw physical strength was terrifyingly immense, pinning his limbs until he was entirely incapable of movement. A trace of authentic psychological apprehension involuntarily flared in the depths of Shi Jun’s mind; he had zero comprehension of why this man insisted on deploying such extreme, unyielding mechanics against his frame.

Only when his appetite had been thoroughly sated did the man finally release the lock on his mouth. Surveying the clear panic detailing Shi Jun’s features, a low chuckle escaped his lips. “What is the matter? Did the transactions from last night fail to properly deliver a sufficient caliber of ecstasy to your frame?”

Shi Jun’s face turned thoroughly crimson with rage, his voice exploding with pure fury: “You absolute bastard!”

“A bastard?” The man let out a cold laugh. “This marks the absolute premier threshold across my entire existence where an operator has possessed the sheer audacity to brand my profile a bastard.”

“An remarkably fascinating variable.”

“Then again… your performance satisfies my metrics to an exceptional degree.”

Finishing his prompt, the man’s lips crashed right back down across Shi Jun’s mouth. This turn, the kiss was thoroughly unrefined and brutal as though he were explicitly leveraging the embrace to execute a massive campaign of venting his internal frustration.

Shi Jun frantically sought a vector to escape the touch, yet the man bound his silhouette securely inside the iron parameters of his embrace, allowing the youth zero operational room to break the connection.

After an immense stretch of chronological time, the man finally loosened his hold.

Shi Jun’s lips were visibly swollen, his cheeks painted with an intensely deep, unnatural flush. That countenance which habitually projected a pristine, clean aura looked breathtakingly seductive at this threshold, precisely like a delicate blossom gently swaying under the kinetic friction of the spring wind, packed with boundless vitality and erotic allure.

Gu Xiulin’s deep, calculating eyes locked securely onto Shi Jun’s face. His long fingers slowly slid across the ledger of the youth’s cheek, his touch executed with such absolute reverence it was as if he were parsing a rare, priceless treasure.

Shi Jun prepared to tilt his chin away to dodge the contact, yet the man’s hand functioned exactly like an iron vise, locking his silhouette to the spot. Concurrently, his secondary hand aggressively pinned Shi Jun’s wrists together, driving them upward to be held securely against the wooden framework of the headboard.

Tracking the absolute picture of vulnerability Shi Jun projected beneath his frame, the man’s voice dropped into a deep, magnetic register vibrating with the absolute temptation of the midnight hour: “Your profile commands zero paths to ever execute an escape from my universe.”

“You…” Shi Jun was so thoroughly choked with pure fury he failed to locate a single syllable to mount a counter-narrative.

Pressing his bulk completely down across Shi Jun’s frame, the man initiated a slow campaign to strip away his own garments. His movements proceeded with an exceptionally measured, elegant cadence exactly like a master craftsman curating a premium work of art, texturing every single line with the towering elegance and luxury of the high aristocracy.

Looking up at the magnificent male policing his horizon, a minute trace of profound anticipation involuntarily flashed through the depths of Shi Jun’s eyes.

Catching the look texturing Shi Jun’s line of sight, a wave of pure triumph rippled across the man’s features. He decoded the parameters perfectly: he had successfully secured absolute control over Shi Jun’s universe. Gently stroking the contours of Shi Jun’s body, his chin lowered once more to cleanly seal his lips against Shi Jun’s mouth.