The Seductive Succubus Always Abandons After Playing (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 3

The ward door was pushed open.

Pei Yingjue lifted his gaze and was met by a pair of sparkling eyes.

“You are awake? Take your temperature and see if the fever has subsided.”

Su Yi walked naturally to the bedside and sat down. He picked up the thermometer from the nightstand, shook it out, and handed it over. His movements were so natural that it felt as if nothing had happened between them.

Pei Yingjue did not take it. He stared at Su Yi with dark, focused eyes. The youth wore a luxurious, well-fitted suit, yet the collar and cuffs were noticeably wrinkled. Beneath the jacket, he wore a short-sleeved shirt that looked entirely out of place. These inconsistencies served as constant reminders to Pei Yingjue of the absurd, derailed events that had occurred in that small, dim room.

“How much were the medical fees?”

With a crisp clap, Pei Yingjue slapped Su Yi’s hand away. Fortunately, Su Yi held on tightly, or the thermometer would have fallen.

“There is no rush for that.” Su Yi ignored the cold reception and offered the thermometer again. “The doctor said your high fever was caused by long-term suppression. Although you have been medicated, the fever is likely to return. It is best to check your temperature promptly.”

As expected, Pei Yingjue’s expression shifted upon hearing those words. He frowned, his gaze filled with wariness and a hint of disgust.

“You know everything now?”

Pei Yingjue’s tone was harsh.

Seeing that the other man refused to cooperate, Su Yi replied helplessly, “This is a hospital. It would be difficult for me not to know.” He then handed over a document. “Here is the medical report.”

Pei Yingjue took the thick report. His brow furrowed deeper with every page he flipped. By the time he reached the end, he finally understood what Su Yi meant by his previous statement. On the final page, in bold black and white, were the words: “Patients suffering from pheromone disorder should attempt to choose only one partner for relief to avoid secondary damage to the glands.”

Pei Yingjue’s breath nearly hitched. His hand gripped the report so tightly that the paper crumpled. He had never revealed his condition to anyone, always finding ways to bypass the physical examinations at Morristy Academy. In a stratified aristocratic school like this, an Alpha with no background and a defect would only become a plaything for wealthy heirs to vent upon.

Now, not only had his secret been discovered, but the two of them were practically tethered together. Su Yi had grasped his most fatal weakness. Pei Yingjue was now delivered into the other person’s hands to be manipulated at will.

Su Yi might not act now, but what if he told others? Nausea, resentment, and loathing welled up in his heart.

“What exactly do you want?”

Pei Yingjue tossed the report aside. He had regained his composure, his dark eyes looking at Su Yi with extreme indifference.

Su Yi lowered his gaze, looking somewhat aggrieved. “My glands are torn and it hurts quite a bit. Will you not take responsibility for me first?”

As expected.

Pei Yingjue did not respond. He watched the youth’s feigned misery coldly, waiting for a list of disgusting conditions to be proposed.

“I can keep this matter a secret, and you can use me to treat your illness,” Pei Yingjue said while suppressing his fury. “But in exchange,”

“Give me a chance to pursue you, alright?” Su Yi interrupted.

The fire in Pei Yingjue’s heart died out, replaced by the confusion of being mocked. He was almost moved to angry laughter. “Is it fun to play with me, Su Yi?”

Even now, Su Yi dared to use such a low-quality, ridiculous lie to toy with him. However, the youth by the bed froze and lowered his head. His long eyelashes obscured those beautiful eyes, leaving only a sense of loneliness and a flash of hurt.

“Ah, so you do not remember? I thought you did. My apologies,” the boy whispered with a bitter smile.

“I did not say that.”

Perhaps because Su Yi looked so dejected, Pei Yingjue spoke instinctively. He immediately felt annoyed by his own reaction, yet it felt logical. No one could forget Su Yi’s shocking, impractical confession.

The youth looked up, his eyes rimmed with red, though he forced the tears back. He looked stubborn yet pitiful.

“Pei Yingjue, I am an Alpha. Even without pheromones, I am a genuine Alpha. You can refuse if you do not like me.” He turned his head away, his lashes fluttering like butterfly wings until a single tear fell and splashed onto the white bedding. “There is no need to humiliate me while insulting yourself.”

Pei Yingjue’s eyes flickered. From his angle, he could see a piece of gauze peeking out from under Su Yi’s suit collar. It was applied poorly and looked loose, as if it had been taped on in a great hurry. A doctor would not be so careless. It could only mean the injured person was in a rush.

What was Su Yi in such a hurry for?

Pei Yingjue glanced at the nightstand where the medical reports lay. Su Yi was right. He was an Alpha and the young master of the Su family. Even without pheromones, countless Omegas would throw themselves at him. If he wanted to toy with someone, there was no need to debase himself by submitting to another Alpha.

But how could he explain Su Yi’s presence in the abandoned equipment room? Su Yi should have been at the auditorium receiving an award. If it was not intentional, why was he there?

Pei Yingjue remained silent for so long that it appeared to be a clear rejection. The youth gave a bitter laugh and wiped away his tears. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carefully wrapped object.

Pei Yingjue watched as Su Yi carefully unwrapped the fabric. He first recognized a torn shirt, but as the layers were peeled back, they revealed a perfectly intact medal. The competitions held by the six top academies were the highest-specification events in the Empire. Every medal was engraved with a unique serial number and name.

On this medal, the character “Pei” was clearly engraved alongside the number 11003. It was Pei Yingjue’s medal.

“This is yours. The teacher saw you leave in a hurry and asked me to deliver it,” the youth said. He smiled faintly at the medal before his eyes clouded over again. “I am returning it to you now.”

He placed the medal near Pei Yingjue’s hand, leaving an inch of distance between them. Pei Yingjue searched the boy’s face for signs of deceit or triumph, but found nothing. Su Yi did not seem to be lying.

Had he misunderstood him?

The youth seemed to have exhausted his strength. His face was pale as he stood up, his body swaying slightly. He gave Pei Yingjue one last longing yet restrained look.

“Then, I will go now. Remember to take your temperature.”

He turned and walked toward the door without looking back. He counted silently in his head. Three. Two. One.

Just as Su Yi’s hand touched the doorknob, Pei Yingjue spoke.

“Whatever you want.”

Su Yi arched an eyebrow but turned back with a face of pure bewilderment.

“What?”

Pei Yingjue turned his head away, his ears slightly red, though his voice remained sharp. “You have a very short memory.”

“You, you really agreed?!”

The youth’s joyful voice rang through the room. Pei Yingjue watched as Su Yi covered his mouth and ran back to the bedside, crouching down to speak in a whisper.

“I must be dreaming! Can you pinch me? Never mind, I will do it myself.”

The boy pinched his own hand, letting out a soft cry of pain as the fair skin turned red. Yet he seemed not to care about the pain, his eyes curving into crescents as he looked up.

“Did you really agree?”

Pei Yingjue looked down. He found the sensation hard to describe. At Morristy Academy, status was everything. Students from good families were usually arrogant, not like Su Yi, who would crouch by a bed and look up with hopeful, jewel-like eyes at a lower-class student, even while his tear stains were still wet.

“So foolish.”

Pei Yingjue looked away and said coldly, “I have three conditions.”

Su Yi blinked and answered without hesitation, “I agree.”

Humans loved rules to restrain themselves and others. Su Yi liked this trait because responsible people usually restrained themselves more. Pei Yingjue was clearly that type of person.

“Can you take your temperature first? I am worried about you,” Su Yi added.

As a devoted lover, he had to be attentive. Pei Yingjue picked up the thermometer.

“I will state the terms. You will remember them.”

He spoke quickly, as if eager to draw a clear line.

“First, you will help treat my illness. In return, I will provide any assistance outside of emotions, such as academic projects and future practical teamings.”

Su Yi raised an eyebrow. This was a blatant business transaction, not a romantic entanglement. In the Academy, practical teaming accounted for 50 percent of the final score that determined who would be recruited by the Alliance Headquarters. Pei Yingjue’s comprehensive ability was ranked first. Su Yi had expected to only get his medicine, but this was an unexpected bonus. He recorded it quickly before the other could regret it.

“Second, if you no longer wish to continue, you can call it off at any time, but you must remain silent about this matter.”

Su Yi’s hand paused as he looked at Pei Yingjue. The man was giving him the power to end it whenever he wished. Su Yi smiled inwardly. If this were not a virtual world, he would actually quite like this person.

“Third, I will not accept your confession.”

Pei Yingjue was decisive. Whether Su Yi was sincere or not, they were now bound. If it was a lie, a business relationship would keep him honest. If it was sincere, a spoiled young master would eventually tire of being rejected.

Su Yi lowered his head, looking dejected. But in his mind, he was questioning the system.

“System, is this a test or a reward? Does this character have a real-life prototype? I think we would get along very well.”

The man was a perfect human in the eyes of a succubus: great potential, considerate, and not possessive or obsessive. Su Yi recorded the last point slowly and looked up with a forced smile.

“Thank you. Can we exchange contact information?”

Pei Yingjue realized his phone had died earlier.

“The phone should be charged now,” Su Yi said as he pointed to the nightstand.

Pei Yingjue saw his phone under the medical records, fully charged.

“Thank you,” Pei Yingjue said. After adding Su Yi, he added, “I will transfer the medical fees to you.”

Su Yi gave a helpless smile. “Alright.”

Suddenly, a phone call came in. Su Yi narrowed his eyes at the caller ID: his brother, Su Yi.

“Sorry, I need to take this.”

Su Yi walked out and closed the door.

“Brother?”

“Su Yi, where are you right now?”

A deep, steady voice came through the phone. Su Yi gripped the phone. Was he testing to see if he had snuck into the family banquet?

“The banquet is over? I am still at school,” Su Yi lied. He could not let his brother know his condition was being treated, or his plans would be ruined.

“Is something wrong?” Su Yi pressed.

The person on the other end seemed to chuckle. Su Yi had a bad feeling.

“Su Yi, I am at your school gate,” the calm voice said. “Will you come over yourself, or should I come in and pick you up?”

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