The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Steam swirled in the bathroom, and the water temperature was perfect. Tong Sui soaked in the bathtub, feeling his bones go soft. The water had likely been infused with some soothing medicinal herbs. After soaking for a few dozen minutes, he felt as if his skin had been completely renewed from the inside out.

Splash.

He stood up and wrapped himself in a pre-prepared bath towel. His hair was dripping wet as he walked toward the vanity. In the fog-covered mirror, he saw himself covered in glistening water droplets, his usually pale cheeks flushed with a vibrant, healthy glow.

Bai Xingluo was incredibly meticulous; he had already prepared the towels and toothbrush, though Tong Sui had no idea when he’d done it. A person this thoughtful—how could he possibly be the villain described in the plot?

After freshening up, he opened the door. The bedroom was tidy, and Bai Xingluo was standing out on the balcony, seemingly communicating with someone again. Not wanting to disturb him, Tong Sui slowly dried his hair while mentally reviewing the upcoming plot developments.

According to the original story, after the trial, Bai Xingluo was to be exiled to a harsh wasteland planet. However, he would be intercepted by space pirates while en route. News of his “betrayal” would spread like wildfire across the StarNet. Bai Xingluo would not only be branded a traitor, unable to return to the Empire he guarded day and night, but he would also have to fight a losing battle, resisting the pirates’ torture unto death. He would become like a mayfly without a home, drifting between heaven and earth.

Because his mental power had been in a state of unstable, riotous turmoil, Bai Xingluo would receive no proper mental soothing. With his sole faith—protecting the Empire—shattered, he would begin to lose his sanity. The pirate groups would seize this opportunity, using male Zergs with high soothing abilities to try and brainwash him, alternating between soft and hard tactics to extract military secrets. Yet, even in such a state, Bai Xingluo would remain repulsed by the proximity of other males, choosing to endure self-torture just to keep his sanity, refusing to utter a single word.

But the spectators on the StarNet would never believe that. They would stubbornly cling to their own narrow-minded views, guessing others’ motives based on their own base thoughts. Some people, quite frankly, have no need for the truth.

As the protagonist, Lu Ting would use this public opinion to take the initiative and ask the Zerg Emperor for permission to lead the legion to defeat the “arrogant” pirates. Having gained popularity on the StarNet and backed by financial conglomerates, he would somehow be granted command.

A male Zerg with no experience and who couldn’t even pilot a mecha properly serving as a leader, the results were predictable. The legion would suffer heavy casualties, and Lu Ting would be captured as a prisoner. However, as the protagonist, he would catch the eye of the pirate leader, the “protagonist uke.” With the uke’s terrifying mental power and control over the pirate faction, Lu Ting would eventually seize power over the conglomerates, the legion, and the pirates, ascending to the throne. To consolidate his position, he would go on to take many noble female consorts.

As for the once-glorious Admiral Bai Xingluo, no one would ever speak of him again; no one would know what became of him.

When Tong Sui first read this plot, he hadn’t felt much. But now, having personally interacted with the so-called “villain,” he found this malicious narrative design deeply unsettling. Counting the time, the main pirate fleet should be lingering in the star system near the Empire, but they likely never expected that their chance to scavenge would be snatched away by Tong Sui, who had already spirited the target away. Under normal circumstances, those parasites would be no match for Bai Xingluo.

Out on the balcony, Bai Xingluo was receiving a report from Xie Feibai.

“Admiral, the pirate fleet has been active near the Imperial Star recently and attacked the troops guarding the fringe stars. We are sending a team to investigate; how do you think we should proceed?”

Xie Feibai had been Bai Xingluo’s adjutant for over a decade. Even with the Admiral suspended, he was used to reporting everything to him. By military law, Bai Xingluo had no right to interfere, making their behavior technically a violation.

“The Empire has arranged a new leader for you,” Bai Xingluo said. “You should focus on communicating with them.”

“Admiral!” Before Bai Xingluo could hang up, Xie Feibai rushed to add, “That newcomer is just a useless sack of wine and rice from the royal family. No one in the legion respects him! We cannot function without you!” He paused, his voice turning desperate. “Weren’t you the one who cared most about the Empire’s safety? Can you really just stand by and watch now?”

Bai Xingluo’s gaze darkened. “I am not standing by. If the Empire truly needs me, I will stand up again.” His tone softened slightly, tinged with a hint of tenderness. “Adjutant Xie, I will send the tactical plan to you later.”

Bai Xingluo hung up and turned around to see his master drying his hair. The hot water had steamed his cheeks and lips to a rosy hue, making them look even more supple than usual. His fair fingers were laced through soft, fluffy hair that looked easy to touch—like a fluffy kitten. If he were to pet him, Tong Sui might obediently narrow his eyes and purr.

“Did something happen?” Tong Sui asked.

Bai Xingluo shook his head. “No, just trifles. You don’t need to worry.”

“Mhm.” Tong Sui finished drying his hair and put the hairdryer away. “Go ahead and take a shower; get some rest early.”

Bai Xingluo entered the bathroom. The enclosed space still held the scent of bath soap, and if one smelled closely, there was a faint, sweet fragrance—the scent of his master. He took a deep breath, his eyes dark and complex, swirling with intense emotions like aged, potent liquor.

Perhaps the total privacy prompted dark thoughts. Unable to suppress his mental turmoil, he released a tiny thread of power, instantly snaring the faint scent lingering in the air. As it made contact, it coiled around the scent like a silken thread. The tremor made his legs give out, and he had to brace his hands against the vanity to keep from collapsing.

He gasped, looking at himself in the mirror through wet lashes. His fair skin was already covered in a web of Zerg markings, snaking from his sharp jawline down to his chest. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. His chaotic mental power, usually like tangled hemp, began to unfurl under the soothing influence of that faint, sweet scent, sending currents through his entire body. Fine beads of sweat dripped from his chin.

“Master.”

An irrepressible sense of emptiness and longing washed over him. His voice was incredibly raspy, and even though he knew Tong Sui couldn’t hear him, he kept whispering, as if caught in a delusion beyond reason.

Tong Sui, just a wall away, noticed nothing strange. He lay in the expensive bed, initially planning to wait for Bai Xingluo to come out, but sleepiness overwhelmed him, and he drifted off.

Time passed. Bai Xingluo finally emerged. Wet hair clung to his frame, and his white shirt was dampened by the moisture, revealing the Zerg markings that hadn’t yet faded. The master in bed, completely off-guard, was fast asleep. His porcelain-like feet left damp marks on the marble floor.

He was like a lion caught in the rain, moving silently, his deep eyes locked onto his prey. He didn’t look away even for a second. He moved lightly, making almost no sound. Upon reaching the bedside, he knelt, a posture of pious devotion, his pale blue eyes dark as the midnight sea.

Master…

He leaned in cautiously, craving that familiar scent. Tong Sui slept well, his eyelashes like raven feathers, soft and obedient. Aside from his steady breathing, he made no other sound. Beside him, Tong Sui had specifically left half the bed empty—spacious enough for both of them.

The fading Zerg markings began to flare up again. The lingering scent in the bathroom had been like opening a sluice gate, but it was far from enough. He wanted more of his master’s scent.

Who knows how much time passed? Bai Xingluo’s eyes flickered between darkness and light as his reason fought a war against boundless desire. Finally, he gritted his teeth, stepped back, and clenched his fists tightly.

Tong Sui slept comfortably. Having gone to bed early, he woke earlier than usual. He rolled over while still groggy, suddenly remembering there was someone else in bed. He opened his eyes, but found the space next to him empty. The pillow didn’t even look like it had been slept on.

Hmm? Did Bai Xingluo get up this early?

He threw off the duvet and was about to step out of bed when he almost kicked something white on the floor. He looked down and found a familiar figure on the cold ground. Bai Xingluo was curled into a ball like a sleeping cat, his shoulder blades visible through his shirt, resembling the delicate, fragile wings of a butterfly.

Wait.

Now wasn’t the time for metaphors. Why was Bai Xingluo sleeping on the floor?!

Tong Sui felt his world go black. Had he stayed in that position all night? His movement woke Bai Xingluo. The other opened his eyes, showing a rare, sluggish expression. Two seconds later, he realized where he was and sat up.

“Master, good morning.”

“Why didn’t you sleep on the bed? Would you rather sleep on the floor than with me?” Tong Sui questioned, sounding slightly annoyed. “If you don’t want to, I’ll sleep on the floor too.”

“It’s not that, I…” Bai Xingluo lowered his lashes, not daring to share the chaotic, unsightly thoughts in his mind with the young, beautiful master before him. He felt so dark, so deep, that he wanted to crawl into his own shadow.

Tong Sui reached out and grabbed his wrist, dragging him up. Bai Xingluo’s legs, numb from the floor, gave out, and he tumbled onto the bed. The quilt, warmed by Tong Sui’s body and carrying his scent, wrapped tightly around him.

Tong Sui wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him tight. “You are not allowed to sneak off again. I really will be angry.”