The Protagonist and the Villain Both Kissed Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

The streetlights flickered intermittently, casting a weak glow on the ground while stretching the shadows long. Su Xi walked aimlessly down the road; he didn’t feel cold despite the rustling winter wind blowing against him. Not long ago, he had been talking with Fu Heng, who insisted on taking him away.

But Su Xi didn’t want to. Why did he have to depend on others?

Shaking off the man’s hand, he ran out alone. Fu Heng followed closely behind him. Su Xi resorted to scolding and cold questioning, finally managing to drive the man away temporarily—though System Xiao Ba noted that Fu Heng was still trailing him.

Su Xi didn’t care; as long as it was out of sight, let him follow.

“Host, where are we going now?” System 1368 asked with concern, seeing Su Xi’s face frozen deathly pale.

“Finding Duan Cheng,” Su Xi replied expressionlessly.

“But you worked so hard to escape,” the system said, hesitant.

Worked hard? Su Xi sneered in his heart. His escape had been far too smooth. Would Duan Cheng not come looking for him after waking up? The lack of immediate action only meant that a more turbulent retaliation was waiting for him. But… he liked that feeling.

In this gamble, it wasn’t yet certain who would win and who would lose.

The most painful thing for a person is nothing more than “regaining what was lost, only to lose it again” losing the most precious and beloved thing.

Late at night, there were few pedestrians, but it was inevitable to encounter a few drunken night owls. Su Xi looked up at a brilliant, colorful neon sign and stepped inside. The greeter at the door lowered his head and led the way. He had originally just wanted to come in for a drink to ward off the chill, but he unexpectedly ran into Duan Cheng.

Duan Cheng was just coming down from the second floor. The moment he turned his head, the gaze in his eyes was sharp.

Su Xi froze for two seconds before reacting. Realizing he had been spotted, he hurriedly retreated and ducked into the nearest restroom. He had just entered a stall and was about to lock the door when a hand with distinct knuckles reached in with non-negotiable force, stopping his next move.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Duan Cheng’s brow was cold as his tall figure squeezed in, instantly making the already cramped space feel narrow.

Su Xi was forced to retreat until his back hit the cold wall. With a click, the door was locked. Sensing the atmosphere wasn’t right, he proactively showed weakness, calling out in a submissive manner: “A-Cheng…”

Unfortunately, before he could say more, the man’s lips were pressed against his. The hand gripping his chin used enough force to make it hurt. His cry of pain was melted by the scorching kiss, and saliva he couldn’t swallow slid from the corner of his mouth. Su Xi barely had time to breathe before he was released.

Duan Cheng’s hand moved up from his chin, suddenly thrusting two fingers into Su Xi’s crimson mouth, erotically stirring his soft tongue. Su Xi whimpered, trying to dodge, but the man pinched the soft flesh of his waist, making his body go weak instantly.

“The scent of others on you is so heavy. Have you been touched?” Duan Cheng’s eyes were deep, his voice hoarse.

“What do you mean…” The corners of Su Xi’s eyes were burned a fiery red. He frowned and gasped, his voice unable to stop trembling.

“I’m asking: you stayed with Li Huai for so long, did he f*** you?” Duan Cheng’s face remained unchanged, but his words were full of malice.

Su Xi was stunned for two seconds. The color drained from his beautiful face, and tears rolled down like broken pearls, scorching and crystalline as they dripped onto Duan Cheng’s hand. He bit his lip hard, seemingly unaware even as blood began to seep out.

“I was just teasing you. Don’t cry.”

Duan Cheng reached out to wipe away the tears, but Su Xi turned his head to avoid him. Duan Cheng’s heart trembled from the heat of those tears; he could only pinch the boy’s chin. “Stop biting. It’s bleeding.”

The broken lips overflowed with beads of blood, making the crimson color stand out even more against his fair skin. Those beautiful eyes were hidden behind lowered lashes, and silent sobs shook his frame. He looked up at Duan Cheng with moist eyes, his voice carrying a sob: “Duan Cheng, am I really such a casual person in your eyes?”

Duan Cheng opened his mouth to explain, but his throat was dry and the words wouldn’t come out. His inner self was telling him that the person before him was a liar.

He didn’t need to show pity or go soft. He should let the boy know the consequences of betrayal, using every means to make him cry and beg for mercy in his arms. He should make the boy belong to him completely, unable to leave, surviving only by depending entirely on him after losing everything.

Su Xi received no answer. He silently lowered his eyelashes and suddenly reached back to tear off the scent-blocking patch from his neck, tossing it aside. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a large expanse of white skin to the air. Hooking his arms around the man’s neck, he sneered: “Is this the way you like me?”

Duan Cheng reached out to close the boy’s shirt, but Su Xi pulled his hand and placed it on his waist. The supple, silky skin felt like the finest mutton-fat jade, making him instinctively want to take more. Sensing the boy’s anomaly, he took off his own overcoat and draped it over him.

Su Xi felt the world spin as he was swept up into a bridal carry and taken out of the stall. Noisy and malicious conversations reached his ears, and blunt gazes seemed to see through the heavy coat to the boy beneath.

“Young Master Duan went to the restroom and came back with a beauty?” “The scent of these pheromones is so fragrant…”

Someone stared at Su Xi with obsession, greedily inhaling the faint orchid fragrance in the air, which remained irresistibly charming even when covered by strong, cold Alpha pheromones.

“Pity we can’t see the face, though.”

Duan Cheng clearly had no patience for these people. With the “fragrant jade” in his arms, he took the boy back to his nearest residence at top speed. Rushing upstairs, he placed him gently on the bedroom bed. Just as he was about to stand up, he was pulled down by Su Xi.

“A-Cheng…” Su Xi murmured indistinctly.

Despite being the culprit who made him this way, Su Xi remained oblivious to his faults, acting arrogantly based on the man’s love for him pampered and overbearing. Stripped of his outer layer, he was like a peeled lychee: obedient and soft. His beauty was his greatest shield.

Duan Cheng lowered his eyes, wanting to withdraw his hand to take a cold shower, but Su Xi’s grip was immense. His flushed face looked as if he had drunk strong wine, and his moist eyes were hazy.

The orchid fragrance in the room was now so thick it could make one lose their reason—it was enough to drown someone, and it was the best aphrodisiac available. Yet Duan Cheng acted as if he hadn’t noticed, save for a slight flush on his face. This made Su Xi feel a bit defeated. He frowned slightly and nuzzled his cheek against the man’s hand.

His crimson lips parted, showing weakness in an invitation: “Touch me, please?”

Faced with such a Su Xi, Duan Cheng made no claim to be a saint; he was naturally unable to remain unmoved. His eyes darkened, and he felt a nerve in his brain “snap.” Leaning down, he unfastened the boy’s already messy clothes, exposing porcelain skin. Continuing down, he grabbed those straight, shapely legs.

Su Xi bit his lip, allowing the man’s scorching breath to wash over him. Many images flashed through his mind, memories of being locked up. As he was kissed into a state of passion, he lifted his head like a dying white swan, offering his neck to the slaughter.

He remained soft and limp, allowing Duan Cheng to handle him, whimpering occasionally. His entire body felt as if it were being roasted over a fire, impossibly hot; he could only rely on instinct to cling to the man’s coolness.

“Don’t…” Feeling the man’s hand land on his lower abdomen, Su Xi couldn’t help a soft cry. The man’s head was buried in his neck as cool pheromones were injected through the gland. It brought him a moment of clarity, and he kicked out at the man on top of him.

Duan Cheng easily caught the boy’s ankle and leaned into his ear, his tone lazy: “It’s already this far; it’s too late.”

Hearing Duan Cheng’s words, Su Xi turned red with embarrassment and anger, his tone growing sharper: “I don’t want to. Let go.”

Unfortunately, the current Duan Cheng was beyond listening. He let out a heavy breath and said softly, “If you don’t like being on the bottom, the top is fine too.”

“That’s not—” Su Xi blindly tried to push the man away. His supple, delicate waist shimmered with a white glow under the cover of night. He tried to flee in a muddle, only to be forcibly detained.

Between heaven and earth, the rain drizzled down while a sudden gale rose. Su Xi buried his face in his arms, sobbing in suppressed small sounds. In the dim room, his white back was as smooth as snow. Duan Cheng held him, his rough, calloused fingertips gripping the tender flesh.

In his daze, Su Xi felt as if he were the Pink and White Lychee in the courtyard below, meticulously cared for only to meet a domineering thief who plundered him wantonly and without reason. Scorching hands and cold rain all fell upon him, and he had no choice but to accept it.

He could only make tiny sounds of protest, but under the influence of external forces, he was quickly dragged into the depths.

Until the first light of dawn appeared and the sun shone bright after the rain, the half-drawn curtains revealed the mess on the floor from the previous night. The air still seemed to drift with a rich fragrance, announcing the madness.

Su Xi felt as if he had been run over, unable to muster a shred of strength. He panted with lowered eyelashes, too exhausted to even lift his eyelids. He could only chat with the system in his mind.

“Xiao Ba, why didn’t you come out when I called you last night?”

“Host, when you and Duan Cheng are doing ‘that kind of thing,’ I’m definitely on mosaic and censorship mode.”

As a system, 1368 could fill in the blanks of the previous night just by looking at the red marks on Su Xi’s exposed fair skin. It offered a kind reminder: “Host, with a lunatic like Duan Cheng, you’ve gone and provoked him again. Do you not plan on ever getting out?”

“I already can’t get out.” Su Xi rattled the gold chain on his wrist, his eyes showing no ripple of emotion—like a pool of stagnant water.

“…” System 1368 didn’t understand, but it was greatly shocked.

Su Xi had noticed when he woke up: he had chains on his hands as well as his feet. He had been muddledly sweet-talked into wearing them last night, and even now that he was awake, the man wouldn’t take them off, it was clear he wouldn’t let him leave.

Last night, the man had even forced him to say all sorts of promises: “I won’t leave you,” “I love you most,” and so on. Su Xi didn’t feel anything saying them; as long as it made Duan Cheng happy, it was fine.

After all, verbal promises made under the heat of passion don’t count.

“Host, since you’ve been permanently marked, you can’t leave Duan Cheng,” the system added.

Su Xi let out a yawn and made a lazy, small movement to go back to sleep. “It’s okay. We’re leaving soon anyway.”