The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

The low-profile Maybach glided down the road with steady composure. In the passenger seat sat a silver-haired boy, looking wild and unrestrained. His long legs, boasting incredible proportions, were cramped uncomfortably into the small corner. His hand rested on his knee, lightly tapping out a beat. It was clear that, like his father, he shared a deep interest in music.

Dressed like a fashion trendsetter, the young master appeared somewhat difficult to approach at first glance. In reality, he was quite shy. The moment he laid eyes on Chi Wenqiu’s face, he froze, and his fair ears quietly turned a deep crimson—a telltale sign of his nervous state.

Unrestrained on the surface, he was actually a shy, timid child in private.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Chi Wenqiu asked warmly, “Young Master, how was your time abroad?”

Qu Jing’s hand, with veins slightly protruding, slowly tightened. His rounded nails dug into his ripped jeans as his thumb rubbed against the coarse fabric. After a long pause, he squeezed out two dry words: “It was fine.”

Having long since passed puberty, his voice had a magnetic, low, and husky quality compared to his peers. When embarrassed, his vocal cords tightened, creating an invisible barrier that pushed others away.

Chi Wenqiu’s tone carried a hint of a smile, sounding pleasant and clear. “It has been five years. Do you still remember how to speak the national language? You can practice with me. As your servant, it is my duty to share my young master’s burdens.”

The older boy glanced at him. Seeing that Chi Wenqiu was not merely joking, he quickly looked away and ruffled his fluffy silver hair, muttering, “The servants my old man finds are so talented, they could practically debut as idols.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” Chi Wenqiu replied with a smile, though internally he was thinking about going back to sleep as soon as possible.

“You could hear me even when I was speaking that quietly?”

“My hearing is quite sensitive. I can even identify locations by sound.”

“That is not bad. It would be a huge advantage in gaming. However, with a face like that, becoming an e-sports player would be a waste,” Qu Jing thought to himself.

Gradually, the stiff boy began to relax. He instinctively reached for his headphones to listen to music but realized it might be impolite just as he was about to put them on. He asked casually, “How old are you? You look like you just graduated from university.”

“I have been with the Head of the House since I graduated. Three or four years have passed; I am twenty-six this year.”

“Seven years older than me?” Qu Jing turned his head in shock. The dazzling, multicolored neon lights flashed by, softening and beautifying the profile of the young man driving. He was focused on the road ahead, his lotus-pink lips curled into a pleasant arc. His smile was enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat.

Qu Jing had seen beautiful people before, but Chi Wenqiu felt distinctly different. He possessed the reserved and gentle aura of the East, and his manner of speaking was indescribably comfortable. Even Qu Jing, who usually hated socializing, felt willing to speak a few more words to him.

After a moment of loss of composure, Qu Jing cleared his throat to break the awkwardness. He then heard the young butler say, “My name is Chi Wenqiu. You may call me by my name, Young Master. There is unopened water in the back; please help yourself.”

“Thanks.” Qu Jing turned around to look. His vision was obstructed, so he had to reach out blindly to grab it. The first thing his hand touched was not a water bottle, but a soft, thin fabric. It felt like lace. He lifted it up in confusion, and his face instantly flushed red again.

He tossed the scorching item away and immediately sat back down.

Chi Wenqiu was puzzled. “Did you not find it?”

“I am… I am not thirsty anymore.” It took a long time for Qu Jing’s racing heart to steady. He was certain that what he had just touched was definitely a pair of women’s underwear—and the kind specifically for the bedroom. Could the beautiful butler be wearing those?

Another three minutes passed. Unable to suppress his curiosity, Qu Jing asked, “Is this car yours?”

“No, this is the Master’s private vehicle. I usually use it to pick him up and drop him off at work.”

Qu Jing understood. He assumed it had been left behind by his father’s little lover. “That old lecher.” As he suspected, the butler did not seem like that kind of person; there was no way he would wear something like that.

“Apologies, what did you say? I did not hear clearly.”

“Cough, nothing. How much longer until we arrive?”

“Please wait a moment; we will be there in ten minutes.” Chi Wenqiu was punctual to the second. As they reached the main gate, he opened the car door for Qu Jing like a gentleman. When he reached for the suitcase, the boy refused.

“It is quite heavy, I will do it.” An accidental brush of their fingers sent another ripple through Qu Jing’s heart. Chi Wenqiu’s appearance was far too captivating; regardless of age or gender, it was easy to fall under his spell.

Qu Jing stood at 185cm, with full muscles developed from years in the gym. His stiffness was obvious. He was used to living alone and was not accustomed to being served—especially not by someone so beautiful. It felt like a waste of such a person.

Qu Jing did not consider himself the type to “protect the fairer sex,” but from the first moment he saw Chi Wenqiu, he felt an inexplicable sense of appreciation and an instinctive urge to be gentle with him.

Chi Wenqiu led the young master back to his old room, turning on the lights one by one. He said thoughtfully, “You must be tired and hungry after a day of flying. Would you like to rest first or have a late-night snack? You can have the chef prepare whatever you like; the ingredients are all available.”

His voice was beautiful, slow and steady, with a hint of a coaxing tone. The boy stood dazed, staring blankly.

Chi Wenqiu asked good-naturedly, “Young Master, are you hungry?”

“Huh? Oh, a little. Just some simple egg noodles will do; I am not picky.” Any pickiness had been ground away while living abroad. To survive, Qu Jing had learned to eat anything. Even though he was back in his food-loving hometown, he did not have much of an appetite.

“Understood. I will have it brought to you within fifteen minutes.”

Chi Wenqiu went to the kitchen to give the instructions. Having completed his final task, he returned to his own room. To his surprise, someone was waiting like a predator for its prey. Before he could even turn on the bathroom light, he was pinned down by a firm hand.

The dog of a man sniffed him wildly before saying after a while, “You did not have any intimate contact with my son, did you?”

The young man in his arms pressed his hands against Qu Sinian’s chest, looking troubled. “I belong to the Master. Naturally, I would not let others touch me.”

“I do not believe you. I need to check.”

The belt was flicked open, cinching painfully. Chi Wenqiu let out a muffled groan, the corners of his reddened eyes shimmering with moisture. He bit his lower lip hard, using just enough force to stay conscious without drawing blood. It was already past his usual resting time, and exhaustion was washing over him. Under the repeated stimulation, he felt incredibly weary.

The man’s sturdy, hot fingers were well-defined, gripping Chi Wenqiu’s face like pliers until it turned red. The expensive clothing, unable to withstand the pulling, lost its buttons one by one. Chi Wenqiu leaned weakly against the sink, the veins in his pale, flushed hands bulging from the strain.

The man whispered in his ear, “Do not resist me, Chi Wenqiu.”

At the same time, a system warning appeared: 【Character OOC value has reached 50%. Please cooperate with the target’s wishes!】

“To hell with his wishes!”

Chi Wenqiu clenched his teeth, his eyes nearly spitting fire. For the sake of the capture mission, he had to sacrifice his dignity. This dog, Qu Sinian, was a hypocrite who acted dignified but was relentless in bed. They had been at it until late last night, and Chi Wenqiu had only slept for two hours before having to get up for the spring cleaning. No wonder he was full of resentment!

He thought he only had to endure long enough to bring Qu Jing back, but now he had to deal with the old man too.

Chi Wenqiu could not take it anymore. He grabbed Qu Sinian’s left hand and bit down hard. He drew blood instantly. Qu Sinian’s eyes twitched from the pain, but it only made him more excited.

He wrapped himself completely around Chi Wenqiu from behind, burying his head in the crook of the youth’s neck, forcing him to look at their reflection in the mirror.

That face was as gorgeous as a crushed, thick flower, full of a sense of brokenness that easily incited a desire to mistreat him.

【Ding! Serious Character OOC detected. Punishment initiated!】

“Ah!” Chi Wenqiu had only just glanced at his own flushed, lust-filled reflection when a sudden agonizing electric shock surged through his body. Trapped in that hard embrace like a caged bird, the current was not just punishment; it was a weight meant to crush any resistance. The intense, burning pain spread across his skin, turning his cheeks and neck a soft, vivid pink.

He could not stop trembling, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sink, yet he still did not think of letting go.

The man’s hot, heavy tongue swept across the sweat-drenched side of his neck, catching a few wet strands of hair and giving them a slight tug.

“Ugh!” His scalp tightened, and a tingling sensation instantly spread. Chi Wenqiu took a sharp breath, suddenly recalling when he had just graduated university and was forced to work as a drink companion to pay off his student loans.

Back then, he had to gulp down bottle after bottle of red wine until his shirt was soaked and his face was flushed as if from an allergic reaction. Even when he was blacked out drunk, those people never intended to let him go.

He had forgotten how much time had passed. When Qu Sinian arrived, he caused a stir throughout the venue, instantly becoming the star of the party. Chi Wenqiu was merely a gift presented to him.

At that time, Qu Sinian had little interest in Chi Wenqiu; one could even say he was cold.

In his early thirties, Qu Sinian had tasted everything the world had to offer and had lost the desire to explore. His only true bond was with his only son, Qu Jing. Now that the boy was back, those who wanted to control Qu Sinian would certainly not give up.

The man, known for being emotionless and devoid of desire, gripped Chi Wenqiu with his injured hand. Staring at the sweating face, he said in a deep voice, “Lick it. You had better make it clean.”

The voice, accustomed to giving orders, brooked no refusal. Chi Wenqiu had developed an immunity to it, which sparked his resistance. Normally, he would not refuse; the consequences of resisting Qu Sinian were severe.

Chi Wenqiu exhaled a hot breath, slightly opening his red lips to slowly lick the blood from the man’s thumb webbing. The man’s hand was powerful, with prominent veins and various old and new scars—rough and calloused.

As if burned by spice, Chi Wenqiu’s breathing grew heavy. His flexible tongue slowly trailed over the knuckles, leaving a shimmering trail of moisture. He tilted his expressive eyes up to glance at the older man, as if asking: “Is that enough?”

Qu Sinian remained expressionless. Suddenly, with a burst of strength, he pressed Chi Wenqiu down into the sink and turned on the faucet over his head. Chi Wenqiu tried to struggle at first, but slowly went limp.

The basin filled up, and Chi Wenqiu’s stunning face was submerged. He could faintly hear Qu Sinian’s calm, almost heartless voice echoing: “I have warned you countless times not to provoke me. I have a very bad temper.”

At the moment he was about to pass out from oxygen deprivation, Chi Wenqiu was suddenly pulled back into the fresh air. He took a massive, desperate breath, coughing violently as tears and sweat mingled together.

“I… I am sorry, Master.”

“It is good that you know you are wrong.” The man’s breath brushed against his ear, his voice turning pleasant. He narrowed his eyes, admiring his disheveled, bedraggled little pet. The face dripping with water looked as though it were covered in tears, like a pear blossom in the rain. He took his time appreciating the masterpiece he had meticulously crafted.

Without warning, the man leaned down to kiss him. Rather, it was more like a bite. He forced open the swollen lips, his tongue darting inside to drink in the sweet moisture.

Chi Wenqiu gasped for air. This was not the first time he had been treated so disgracefully. However, under the constant threat of being broken, his heart pounded in his chest, fearing that Qu Sinian might lose his mind at any moment.

He had already experienced the man’s prowess.

More than once.