The Seductive Succubus Always Abandons After Playing (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 8

“Is it really a good idea to be so cold to him? The probability of a Happy Ending has only just risen to 35%. Shouldn’t you strike while the iron is hot and press your advantage?” 777 began its new round of persuasion.

Su Yi ignored it as usual. “Any human being would have emotions if they were inexplicably brushed aside right after a roll in the hay.”

“Emotions? What do emotions have to do with this?” 777 pressed further.

It had everything to do with it.

Especially for a novice like Pei Yingjue, it was highly likely that he would mix up the frustration of being rejected, the determination to prove himself, and possessiveness. Once those things start blending together, the nature of the feeling changes.

Of course, there was no need to explain such details to 777. An AI hard-coded with existing logic would find it difficult to understand his mindset.

In short, the silly AI wouldn’t get it.

“Just wait and see the results.”

Su Yi shrugged and pushed open the door to the treatment room.

The preliminary screening times were not uniform. For a student with a good background like Su Yi, the testing personnel accommodated the student’s schedule, and the exams were conducted in private, one-on-one rooms. Students with average backgrounds were checked by a single doctor at a scheduled time.

Consequently, the treatment room was quiet and spacious. A long-haired man sat inside, flipping through some documents.

“Brother Lin?” Su Yi blinked at the man. “Ah, so does that mean my Council badge is useless now?”

As he spoke, he casually placed the badge he was carrying on the table.

“Your brother actually gave this to you? And yet he specifically asked me to come here.” Lin Ke picked up the badge, looking caught between laughter and tears. “He really does dote on you.”

Lin Ke was Su Yi’s brother Su Yi’s private doctor and held a position within the Alliance. The two had been friends for years and had a good relationship.

Hearing Lin Ke’s words, Su Yi understood. The fact that the screening personnel had been replaced by someone from the Alliance likely had everything to do with his brother.

Surveillance? Su Yi narrowed his eyes.

“So, are we still going through the motions? You are well aware of my situation, Brother Lin.” Su Yi sat on the sofa, making himself at home.

In his memory, Lin Ke had checked his glands just half a month ago.

“We still have to follow the procedure. This equipment was brought in directly from the Alliance. Think of it as a routine gland checkup.” Lin Ke stood up and pushed the badge back toward him, speaking gently.

Su Yi did not move.

“It is useless, isn’t it? No matter how many times I am checked, the result is the same.”

Lin Ke’s hand paused while setting up the equipment. He glanced at the teenager on the sofa. Su Yi’s posture was lazy and his eyes were downcast, wearing a look of indifference. It would have been more convincing if the frequency of his finger-tapping were a bit lower.

Lin Ke and the older Su Yi were childhood friends, so he had essentially watched the younger Su Yi grow up. One look and he knew the young master was feeling a bit hurt.

It made sense; there had been no results for so many years. Even with a powerful family backing him, those subtle streaks of malice and discrimination still existed.

Thinking of this, Lin Ke could not help but feel a bit resentful toward the older brother. If it were not for that man’s selfishness, the child would not have ended up like this.

“Maybe the results will be better this time?” Lin Ke’s voice softened involuntarily.

Su Yi turned his head away. “If they were going to be better, they would have been by now.”

Lin Ke stopped what he was doing.

Su Yi continued, “Brother Lin, thank you for not giving up on me all these years. I know the condition of my glands. It might just stay like this forever.” Su Yi paused, looking down with a small smile. “Checking ten thousand times will not change anything. I will not waste any more of your time. I actually need to get to rehearsals.”

Su Yi stood up to take his badge.

“Wait,” Lin Ke suddenly said.

“What is it, Brother Lin?” Su Yi asked blankly.

Lin Ke frowned, stood still for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and made a decision. To hell with the older brother and his waiting.

Su Yi watched as Lin Ke rummaged through the desk, eventually pulling out a few pages and handing them to him.

“Take a look. I guarantee it is good news,” Lin Ke said.

Su Yi raised an eyebrow and took them.

What was handed to him was a report, a treatment report. The description of his condition was similar to the one he had received from Dr. Li. The only difference lay in the direction of the treatment.

Dr. Li’s advice was to choose an Alpha with low rejection levels. Lin Ke’s report, however, suggested finding an S-rank Alpha to achieve low rejection through long-term integration.

When he flipped to the last page, Su Yi was suddenly stunned. The S-rank Alpha Lin Ke suggested was his brother, Su Yi.

Ding-dong.

On the day of the preliminary screening, you learned of a different treatment plan from the doctor. The new treatment subject is your brother, Su Yi. Knowing this, you choose to:

1. 1. Accept B. Refuse

The cold mechanical voice rang out. Su Yi’s eyelid flickered. Suppressing his emotions, he pinned his gaze on the report.

This was not just asking whether he accepted a new plan; it was clearly asking him to choose between his brother and Pei Yingjue.

What did this mean?

Had he chosen the wrong target, or was this a new test? It could not be that there were two ways to clear the game, could it? The Tribunal would be far too merciful for that.

Tch.

Su Yi gripped the report tightly.

There it was in black and white: Given that Su Yi has lived with him for a long time, the current rejection rate is 20 percent.

The rejection rate was not as low as Pei Yingjue’s, but on the surface, it seemed more appropriate. After all, one was a contract partner, and the other was his own brother. Any sane person would choose the latter.

But the brother was no better than Pei Yingjue. In fact, he was worse.

Su Yi did not believe Lin Ke had only recently discovered this gland condition. He had investigated privately and knew the first case of Congenital Pheromone Deficiency Syndrome being cured was a year ago. Given the brother’s special care for him, there was no way he had not seen it.

Furthermore, Su Yi had consulted Dr. Li and knew there were two mainstream treatment plans. One was what he was currently using, and the other was what Lin Ke just gave him.

The former was more effective but relied on luck; the probability of finding someone with low rejection who was willing to cooperate was slim. The latter was less effective but could reach low rejection levels through long-term pheromone guidance, though the cycle was much longer.

Clearly, the brother’s rejection rate was not low to begin with, which is why he had hidden it for years, only revealing the plan now that it had dropped to 20 percent.

His desire for control was beyond ordinary.

“Which one are you going to choose?” 777 asked nervously.

Choose which one? Su Yi wanted to laugh.

Whether from the perspective of the test, controllability, or personal preference, he leaned toward Pei Yingjue.

“Refuse, obviously. After all, I have already confessed to someone,” Su Yi replied in his mind. “I have to be single-minded.”

“Well said! I support you!” 777 breathed a sigh of relief, terrified that Su Yi would make a decision that led him astray.

Su Yi did not have the heart to care about the AI. He glanced at Lin Ke out of the corner of his eye. A major problem stood before him: how to bypass his brother’s surveillance.

Time ticked by, but the teenager stood frozen and silent, making Lin Ke feel increasingly anxious. After all, he had helped the brother hide this for three years.

Thud.

The report suddenly slipped from Su Yi’s hands and hit the floor hard. Lin Ke looked up sharply to see the boy stagger, his face completely drained of color.

“Brother Lin, there is no need to use a fake report like this to lie to me,” Su Yi gritted out, bracing himself against the wall.

Lin Ke hurried to speak: “Xiao Yi, this report is real. Do not worry, I have verified this treatment plan. The success rate is very high. In six months at most, you will have pheromones just like a normal Alpha.”

“But that is my brother!” Su Yi snapped.

Lin Ke felt like he had been struck by lightning. He suddenly realized what he had done. In Su Yi’s eyes, he and the older Su Yi were still biological brothers.

Seeing Lin Ke stunned, Su Yi smiled bitterly. “That is my own brother. Letting him help me… how is that any different from incest?”

“No, Xiao Yi, injecting someone else’s pheromones is a standard medical procedure. It is not the same as intercourse; it does not count as that,” Lin Ke said, biting the bullet. “Besides, only the three of us know about this. In the future, it will stay that way. After the treatment, you will still be brothers.”

“Does not knowing about it mean it does not exist?”

Lin Ke was stunned into silence. With red-rimmed eyes, Su Yi reached for the badge on the table. It took him two tries to finally grasp the cold object in his hand.

“I cannot accept this. Brother Lin, thank you for your help all these years, but I refuse this treatment plan.”

“Xiao Yi!”

The door opened and closed. Lin Ke stared at the shut door and slowly covered his face. He had just ruined years of the older brother’s careful groundwork. He had actually forgotten that, for now, Su Yi and Su Yi were still considered biological brothers.

Outside the door, Su Yi’s anger vanished instantly. His gaze was calm, and even the redness in his eyes faded significantly.

“Good job, Host! You are the coolest person I have ever seen. That is exactly how you should say no to bad temptations!” 777 was exuberant, sounding like a parent watching a wayward child return to the right path.

“Yeah, say no decisively, and then wait for my brother to monitor me, discover my affair with Pei Yingjue, and eventually lose everything,” Su Yi said calmly.

“What?!”

Su Yi shrugged. “Do you not think that is exactly where this is heading? Or do you think my dear brother’s care for me is not special enough?”

777 was completely stunned. It had only been thinking about preventing Su Yi from being fickle and had entirely forgotten that the primary task was to cure the illness and avoid the Bad Ending.

“Then what should we do?” Having made a mistake, 777 lost its confidence and asked tentatively.

Su Yi did not answer immediately. He pulled out his phone and raised an eyebrow when he saw a message from half an hour ago.

[Pei Yingjue: Passed the screening.] [Pei Yingjue: Thanks.]

“Then we just have to ramp up the treatment. Before my brother finds out, we will make it a fait accompli,” Su Yi chuckled, his fingers tapping the screen.

“How do you ramp it up? Have you two not already made a three-rule agreement?”

“Would becoming lovers not solve that? You are so silly, 777.”

Su Yi spoke without mercy.

“Is that something you can just become whenever you want?”

“Is it not?” Su Yi countered as he sent his reply.

Buzz.

The vibration of the phone inside the metal locker was quite loud. Pei Yingjue took off the lab coat he had only half-put on, walked back to the break area, and picked up his phone to see the message.

[Su Yi: Mm.]

Just a single word and a punctuation mark as simple as it could be. That was it.

Pei Yingjue frowned.

“What is wrong, Xiao Pei?” a senior student who had already finished packing asked. “If something is up, you can take off. Today’s experiment is pretty simple; we do not need this many people.”

“No need. It is nothing important.”

And it was not an important person, either.

Pei Yingjue put the phone back in the locker and slammed the door shut.

“Xiao Pei, let’s call it a day for the experiment. It is getting late. A new Western restaurant opened on West Street; want to go try it?” The senior stretched and called out to the last remaining member of the lab.

The experiment had reached a stage where there were no difficult steps left, a rare moment to breathe. The other members of the group had long since checked out mentally, leaving exactly on time to go relax.

Only Pei Yingjue was different. For three days straight, he had been the first to arrive and the last to leave, as if he intended to live in the lab. The senior, forced to work overtime with him, finally had to literally pull and drag him out to break this bad habit, dragging him off work early.

After changing clothes, Pei Yingjue took out his phone. The screen was as clean as ever, showing only a few trivial notifications. He looked down and put the phone back in his pocket.

The senior finished packing as well, slung an arm around his shoulder, and groaned toward the exit. “This experiment is exhausting. Still a week until it is finished!”

“Huh? I have not seen any flowers these past few days. What is going on? Did something happen? I have noticed you checking your phone a lot lately.” The senior teased with a smile; he still remembered Pei Yingjue tucking that love letter away the other day.

Pei Yingjue’s brow furrowed slightly. “No. I rejected them.”

The senior blinked, realizing he had misread the situation. “Oh, I see. Well, no matter. Our Xiao Pei is handsome and talented; you will not be short of pursuers. Let’s go, I am starving. If I do not eat soon, your heroic senior is going to die young right here.”

He naturally changed the subject, but the irritability in Pei Yingjue’s chest would not dissipate along with the conversation.

West Street was the favorite hangout spot for Morristy Academy students after class. It was usually crowded, but since they arrived near 9:00 PM, they just caught the tail end of the bustle. There were not many people.

The two quickly wove through the thin crowd and reached the end of West Street, arriving at the new restaurant glowing with warm, yellow light. Through the glass, they could vaguely see figures inside.

“Looks like it is not crowded. Perfect, saves us time waiting in line,” the senior said, reaching for the door handle.

Pei Yingjue exhaled and followed behind him.

Ding-ling.

The door was pushed open from the inside, causing the wind chimes to ring.

Pei Yingjue looked up and met the eyes of the person coming out. Under the warm yellow light, Su Yi was wearing a leather jacket. At some point, he had gotten a piercing in his right cartilage, which reflected a dazzling glint of light. Right behind him was a tall, blonde man, leaning in with intimate familiarity as if to touch the new earring.

Pei Yingjue watched as the smile in Su Yi’s eyes turned into surprise upon seeing him, only to vanish an instant later, replaced by a sea of calm.

It was the most ordinary thing: wanting to open a door only to have it pushed open from the inside, followed by the person exiting brushing past the person entering, before disappearing back into the crowd. It was just a minor episode with a stranger.

A stranger?

Pei Yingjue suddenly wanted to laugh. Just a few days ago, this person had been lying on his bed crying.

Tired of the game? Stopped liking him? It had not even been half a month.

Pei Yingjue’s thoughts were in a localized storm, but his face remained as calm as if nothing had happened. He listened to his senior’s grumbling as usual and took the menu to order. Nothing was different from a few minutes ago.

“Hey, Xiao Pei. There is a performance at Silver Moon Lake tomorrow night. I happen to have a spare ticket, but I have to do the wrap-up work for this phase. Do you want to go and relax?” the senior asked.

“No thanks, Senior,” Pei Yingjue said.

The senior was not surprised. Pei Yingjue liked peace and quiet; he likely would not enjoy this kind of event. He had only asked on the off chance.

“Alright, then I will go ask someone else.”

“I have a ticket.”

Before the senior could finish, Pei Yingjue gave his reason for refusal.

“Huh? You have a ticket?” The senior was stunned. “Those are hard to get. I did not think you would be into that.”

Pei Yingjue lowered his eyes. “A stranger gave it to me.”

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