The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

“I belong only to the Master.”

Chi Wenqiu did not answer him directly. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Qu Jing, saying softly, “Just cry.”

The fragrance became even more intoxicating, causing every cell in Qu Jing’s body to clamor. He nearly lost himself in it, but he bit the tip of his tongue to snap back to his senses. His eyes twitched with fury, and he barked in rage, “You are pitying me!”

Chi Wenqiu’s voice remained soft, yet it held no trace of actual pity. “I am not. I simply want you to vent your emotions through this method.”

The silver-haired boy panted heavily, looking like a bull searching for a target and ready to charge at anyone who approached. As a noble young master of a prestigious family, he had never lost his composure like this, no matter how angry he became. Yet today, he had not only cried a mess but had been seen by the person he hated most. He was certain Chi Wenqiu was mocking him inwardly.

“Host, you must be careful,” the system’s voice nagged. “His emotions are unstable. He could attack you at any moment! You only have one life; there are no save points or restarts!”

Finding the voice in his head too noisy, Chi Wenqiu disconnected from the system. He maintained the embrace and said gently, “I used to be the same way when I felt wronged. It feels better once you cry it out. Crying does not mean you are weak; it is a human right. You can cry in my arms. I will keep my lips sealed and tell no one. The person in front of you is not a stepmother or a beneficiary, but just a butler who wants to help his young master. Please give me a chance to help you.”

The body nestled in his arms was tall enough to reach his nose. The boy was covered in a fresh scent and was not as soft as a woman, but his slightly long hair gave off a crisp, elegant fragrance that stirred dark thoughts in Qu Jing’s heart. He wanted to hold this person.

From the very first moment, Qu Jing had harbored such a thought. When he first saw Chi Wenqiu, he had not cared whether he was a man or a woman; he was simply captivated by that gorgeous exterior, admiring him without any lewd intent.

Qu Jing admitted he was a hopeless sucker for a beautiful face. Even though he hated same-sex relationships and detested Chi Wenqiu, he could not stop himself from wanting to get closer, like a pathetic, foolish dog.

So what if he was a foolish dog? Qu Sinian was certainly no nobler than he was.

With that thought, Qu Jing hugged Chi Wenqiu tightly, pulling him fiercely into his arms as if the two were about to merge into one. His breathing was heavy and hot, much like a hidden, forbidden emotion, surging so strongly that Chi Wenqiu felt a bit breathless.

The boy bowed his head, resting it against Chi Wenqiu’s collarbone. His faint sobs were exceptionally clear in the quiet night. He cried for a long time, and his tears gradually soaked the fabric at Chi Wenqiu’s chest. The hand pressing against the small of Chi Wenqiu’s back was as hard as an iron rod, kneading into his flesh inch by inch.

It truly hurt, but Chi Wenqiu was used to pain and could endure much more than the average person. He had researched Qu Jing’s past. The boy had been raised with neglect by Qu Sinian and severely lacked parental affection. People like him were not easy to approach, but once they opened their hearts, they became dependent very quickly.

Chi Wenqiu did not need his dependence. He only hoped the boy would behave as Qu Sinian’s son and stop causing trouble.

“Host, it seems you have successfully captured the Young Master,” the system said gloomily after its lockout time had passed. “The capture of the primary target should follow soon.”

“Mama…” Before Chi Wenqiu could respond to the system, he heard a mumble from the tall but fragile boy.

Chi Wenqiu looked toward the window with indifference. He did not care about Qu Jing; he only wanted to finish his task and be free.

After letting Qu Jing sleep peacefully until morning, Chi Wenqiu left before he woke up. Having been held in a rigid position all night, he had slept quite uncomfortably. Chi Wenqiu struggled to get up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of instant coffee to clear his head, looking exhausted.

“Heavens, could the Young Master’s things really have been stolen by Butler Chi? He seems so honest; he does not look like that kind of person.”

“Why do you like judging people by their looks so much? Just because he is handsome, you think he is a good person? You know the things he has done before!”

“Right, right. Some people are filthier the more glamorous they look. Maybe he even has a disease!”

Two young maids whispered to each other. When they turned and suddenly saw Chi Wenqiu drinking coffee in the living room, their voices cut off abruptly, and they scurried away.

Such gossip was not uncommon, and Chi Wenqiu ignored it as usual. He made his way up to the third floor.

In the clean, organized study, Qu Sinian sat in a knit sweater and glasses, flipping through a book. Without his serious formal suit, he looked a bit more approachable.

Melodious music played in the background, creating a leisurely atmosphere that made one relax. Qu Sinian did not look up when he heard footsteps. He casually turned a page and said, “You have taken liberties again.”

“I am sorry, Master. If I had not done that, the Young Master would have been angry. It would have affected his studies, and you would have been troubled by it. Actually, once the matter was explained…”

“I was thinking of making this the last time. Come here. I am feeling a bit irritated right now.”

Chi Wenqiu obediently walked over. He had just woken up, and his hair was unstyled, falling softly against his beautiful face. His clear eyes were not tainted by greed. Unlike Qu Sinian, he radiated an air of cleanliness. No matter how Qu Sinian tried to soil him, Chi Wenqiu remained the same as always.

He was like a machine that was constantly being reset.

Qu Sinian easily pulled him by the waist, forcing him to sit on his lap. He sniffed his scent like an obsessed man and said with a smile, “My father just called. He questioned if I had lost my mind, wanting to marry a man. He said the Qu family’s centuries of heritage would be destroyed in my hands. Wenqiu, tell me, should I compromise and marry a woman?”

The Qu family did not lack well-matched marriage candidates, though most were for family interest rather than affection. Qu Sinian had fought his family his whole life and even left with nothing, never intending to return as a tool for the sake of so-called family ties.

He had already repaid the debt of his upbringing and owed nothing more, but he would never submit to them dictating his life.

Chi Wenqiu’s tone was flat. “The choice lies only with the Master. I will support whatever you do.”

The old Qu Sinian would have liked those words, but now he was sober; he was sober enough to hear the mockery in Chi Wenqiu’s tone. He pinched the little butler’s chin with his fingers, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze.

One gaze was direct while the other was reserved. Qu Sinian’s piercing stare made Chi Wenqiu want to look away.

“Give me an answer. Yes, or no.”

Chi Wenqiu struggled inwardly for a moment, but having missed the optimal window for a reply, he was suddenly hoisted up by the waist and thrown over the man’s shoulder.

Qu Jing, rubbing his eyes as he stepped out of his room, happened to see Qu Sinian looking like a human trafficker at the turn of the stairs.

“What are you doing! Put him down!” Qu Jing blurted out.

Qu Sinian looked back at him coldly. Chi Wenqiu, draped over his shoulder, was as quiet as a doll.

“You think you can stop me?”

“Is there nothing you can just talk about properly?!” Qu Jing was relentless.

“This is our marital playfulness.” With that, Qu Sinian strode upstairs.

Having eaten nothing all morning, Chi Wenqiu’s abdomen throbbed from the jostling. His stomach condition flared up, and his face turned a terrifying shade of pale. He managed to look up and saw the worried look in Qu Jing’s eyes.

He shook his head at the boy, signaling him not to interfere.

Qu Jing clenched his fists, wanting to rush up and save him at any moment.

Back in their bedroom, Qu Sinian set Chi Wenqiu down gently. He placed a large hand over his stomach. “Is your old ailment acting up again?”

Chi Wenqiu was breaking out in a cold sweat and could not speak.

The older man sighed. “This is the only time you are ever truly obedient. You know I cannot tolerate interference. Chi Wenqiu, you should know that I do not like other men touching you, and that includes my son.”

“But… the Master told me to take good care of him.”

“I did say that. I thought you would maintain proper boundaries.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” The man let out a long sigh. “I was wrong.” He should not have tested Chi Wenqiu; it would only push him further away and was not worth it at all.

Chi Wenqiu took hold of Qu Sinian’s large, veined hand. By comparison, his own hands were elegant and slender, not suited for heavy labor. Despite Qu Sinian’s repeated warnings, he stubbornly insisted on being a dutiful butler, never failing to do the laundry or cooking.

“I will not get too close to Qu Jing. I belong only to the Master.”

“Ding! Capture target favorability increased by 20!”

It was an unprecedented surge. Chi Wenqiu’s eyebrows shot up. The stoic Qu Sinian looked down at him. “Why do you look a bit surprised?”

Chi Wenqiu showed his teeth in a light smile. “It is nothing. It is just that after you rubbed it with your hand, it does not hurt as much. Thank you.”

“Rest well.”

“Do you not need me to help you relax?”

“Chi Wenqiu, you should remember that you are not a tool. Your existence is not defined by my need for you. You can help, but it is not necessary.”

Chi Wenqiu wore a bewildered expression.

The man leaned down to kiss his crimson lips. “Lie down for a bit. I will go prepare some food for you.”

“How can I let the Master do that…” Chi Wenqiu tried to get up, but the man pressed him back down.

“You do not have the right to refuse. Your health comes first.”

The man pulled away, and his footsteps receded. Chi Wenqiu spoke to the system in his heart: “A new breakthrough, is it not? It proves my method is not wrong.”

The system was trembling. “Host, do not play with fire and ruin yourself! I still do not suggest pushing the capture target too far. He is a real madman!”

Chi Wenqiu’s eyes held only madness and determination. “If I do not do this, I will never finish the mission.” Qu Sinian needed a stimulus, a powerful one. Whether it was using Fu Ruhuan or Qu Jing, he could not let any opportunity pass.

Qu Sinian was a man who appeared composed on the surface but sought excitement within. Chi Wenqiu had spent three years gradually capturing him, and the favorability had only crawled up to a passing grade. Rather than continuing to act obedient and thoughtful, it was better to give him a sense of crisis.

Since the favorability had changed, it proved his gamble was correct.

With pressure from Fu Ruhuan outside and Qu Jing’s covetous gaze within, Qu Sinian would not be able to sit still.

He just needed one more strong push.

The system looked at the pensive Chi Wenqiu and said in terror, “Host, do not take it too far. If you anger the target and trigger a dark room plot, I cannot save you!”

“I will not. I have a firm grasp on the scales.”