Transmigrated As A Beautiful Cannon Fodder Omega To Marry An Evil God Alpha In Place of Another - Chapter 10

The leaves rustled in the forest as a small animal scurried by. With clear eyes, it hopped forward, but suddenly its fur stood on end. As if sensing an extreme, primal terror, it began to tremble violently, staring at the long-haired man leaning against the tree.

In an instant, overcome with dread, it dove into the undergrowth and fled at breakneck speed.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence, save for the shallow breathing of two people. Relatively speaking, Bai Rui’s breathing was the more hurried of the two. He was entirely unaware of the situation and hadn’t even noticed the fleeing animal.

His fingers remained on the bridge of the man’s stunningly structured nose, tracing it bit by bit.

“The bridge of your nose… it’s really beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers lightly stroking the sharp lines of the man’s cheek. “The lines of this face are worth using as a reference…”

He was treating the man before him entirely as a textbook for improving his aesthetic appreciation, his fingers “impertinently” lingering on the unconscious figure. Having been a straight man for nineteen years, he was somewhat oblivious to how inappropriate his behavior was. Or perhaps he sensed something was off, but did it anyway.

He failed to notice the slight twitch of A-Wu’s brow.

On the other end of the crystal ball, the Black Cat had been propping up its chin with one paw while absentmindedly chewing on a dried fish. Suddenly, its eyes bugged out like copper bells. The fish snack dropped from its mouth, shattering into crisp crumbs on the table.

“No, no, no, no! What am I seeing?”

“What is he doing? Does he know what he’s doing?!”

“Wait… the Evil God, the Witch Emperor… is being…”

“Is being trifled with?”

The Black Cat chased its tail in two frantic circles. When it looked back, the scene remained the same. Suddenly, the black-haired man in the image curled his lips into a faint, subtle smile.

The moonlight was lonely, and the smile was hidden in the shadows, unnoticed by Bai Rui, but it made the Black Cat shriek in terror.

“Meow! He finds it interesting! That’s even more terrifying!”

The forest was quiet. The soft friction of leaves surrounded them. Bai Rui’s fingertips still rested on AWu’s nose, but he suddenly stopped, like a pianist hitting a wrong note.

“Wait… what am I doing?”

Bai Rui finally realized his actions. He admitted to himself that he had a bit of a “face-con” (obsession with beauty) streak. As an artist, effectively one of the creators of this world, he felt a natural affinity for the things within it.

Bai Rui pinched his own hand; for no reason at all, his fingertips felt scorching hot.

“Well… anyway, if I just touch his eyes once more, he won’t find out, right?”

As soon as he said it, his finger tapped against A-Wu’s brow bone. The brows were like dark mountains, the bone structure three dimensional and superior, it was no joke. As his finger brushed over, it felt like tentatively testing a masterpiece of divine creation, every inch was breathtaking.

Bai Rui wondered: Is he really a merman? Is that why he was imprisoned in the pool?

He moved his hand down from the man’s face and took out a handkerchief, gently wiping the lines of the man’s face. This time, he truly wanted to help wipe away the water, after all, escaping with wet clothes for so long must be uncomfortable.

“Sigh…”

Speaking of discomfort…

Bai Rui rubbed his forehead and shook his head. The blurred vision before him overlapped and refocused. A gust of wind blew past, causing Bai Rui to shiver slightly. He looked around, stood up, gathered a pile of firewood, and brought it over to start a bonfire near A-Wu.

Bai Rui’s family used to own a small restaurant, well, not his, but his father’s and stepmother’s and he had to help out from a very young age. Starting a fire quickly without special tools was child’s play for him.

His thin, slender figure was silhouetted against the flames as he turned his back to the man, rustling about the fire, using small twigs to stoke the logs so they would burn better.

Narrow eyes opened. Pale, glass like pupils landed on the silhouette in front of the fire. The light traced the thin lines of Bai Rui’s waist as he poked at the embers, seemingly trying to push the warmth toward the man.

The warmth radiating from the nearby fire reached his fingertips, warming the habitual coldness he had grown used to. Unconsciously, those handsome long brows twitched. It was as if he suddenly realized that limbs could have temperature, as the warmth surged in, his fingers felt a stinging numbness before they could finally feel the heat.

Just then, the figure moved. The narrow eyes instantly snapped shut.

Bai Rui turned around and pulled at A-Wu’s water soaked robes, twisting them to wring out some moisture before spreading the fabric out as close to the fire as possible. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows on the ground.

Bai Rui then lifted A-Wu’s arm, pulling it close to inspect the red marks left by the iron shackles. A-Wu’s hands were well-defined and beautiful, several sizes larger than Bai Rui’s. Currently, they hung limp, as if the life had been drained from them.

A hint of Alpha pheromones drifted into the air, but the dense Bai Rui had no experience with pheromones. He only knew that this sharp, cold fragrance was… incredibly pleasant.

He didn’t notice that behind the veil of black hair, long lashes had already begun to lift.

The firelight illuminated Bai Rui’s cheeks. His lashes were thick. As he stared at the slightly raised scars on the man’s wrists, he blinked. It was a simple, innocent movement, but those soft blinks felt like feathers brushing against skin.

Inexplicably… it made one’s heart itch.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of those thin lips. This is quite fun.

Suddenly, a soft “hiss” of pain caught Bai Rui’s attention.

“Ah, you’re awake…”

Four eyes met. Narrow, sharp eyes crashed into clear, rounded ones. Only the soft crackling of the fire broke the absolute silence. Bai Rui realized he was still holding the other man’s hand. In this setting, the gesture looked far from innocent, one might even say it was intimate.

The outline of Bai Rui’s throat shifted as he swallowed visibly. He quickly let go of A-Wu’s hand.

A-Wu squinted at him for a long moment, taking in every detail of the exquisite features and fair face. Then, A-Wu furrowed his brow and hissed again: “It hurts…”

“Sorry,” Bai Rui said, releasing him fully.

“It’s alright. I should thank you for saving me.” A-Wu looked at Bai Rui with deep, soulful eyes. Then, he leaned back weakly, closing his eyes as a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. “Forgive me, I’m in a bit of pain…”

As he spoke, he slumped to the side, propping himself up with an arm that seemed to lack any strength. He looked utterly fragile. His damp clothes hung loosely, and from Bai Rui’s angle, he could see a firm chest and abs trailing downward.

“I’m fine,” A-Wu shook his head, his hair falling over his temples as he coughed violently. His clothes loosened even further. “Please don’t worry about me. I’m really okay… cough, cough…”

The violent coughing made Bai Rui’s own throat feel scratchy.

” Cough, cough…” A-Wu continued, his hair becoming more disheveled, his lips turning pale. “Even if you were to abandon me here, I would understand. Because I was originally just a… dispensable person… cough…”

“Tsk, tsk.”

In front of the crystal ball, the Black Cat smacked its lips while chewing fish. “What a ‘green tea’ act (manipulative/fake).”

“You stupid cat, why are you slacking off? Where is the Witch Emperor?” The door was kicked open with a bang. The Black Dragon had swapped his awkward tuxedo for black leather armor, his long hooked tail gleaming with a cold light.

The Black Cat looked at him like he was an idiot. “Mmph, mmph,” chew chew, “Right here.”

The Black Dragon stared for two seconds before blurring across the room to crouch by the crystal ball. He snatched a piece of dried fish and chewed. “Tsk, His Majesty even changed his hair color. I’m really worried for the Prince!”

“Worried my ass!” The Black Cat swiped its claws at the Dragon’s hand to stop him from taking more fish. “Didn’t you see the sparks flying when they were looking at that hand? I doubt anyone has dared to trifle with the Evil God in centuries. I’m starting to worry for the Witch Emperor instead.”

“Oh…” Five seconds passed. “WHAT?!” The Black Dragon covered his mouth dramatically. “You said who trifled with whom?”

“I didn’t hear wrong, did I? Shouldn’t it be our Majesty trifling with the Prince?”  “How is it Prince Bai Rui trifling with our Witch Emperor?!”

From the look in the Dragon’s eyes, the sky had fallen. “Then why doesn’t he trifle with me? I’ll offer myself up voluntarily.”

Black Cat: “Probably because you’re stupid. He’s afraid it’s contagious.”

The two began to hiss and growl at each other. Just then, a surprised voice came from the crystal ball.

“Your Highness, why are you taking off my clothes?!”

The Dragon and Cat stopped mid-hiss, their necks turning slowly and stiffly toward the crystal ball.

The Witch Emperor, Qi Li, was disheveled. One side of his robe had been pulled down, revealing a broad, cold white shoulder.

And Bai Rui, with an uncontrollable faint flush on his cheeks, was still gripping the man’s clothes, looking down at him.

One word at a time, he said: “Take off your clothes.”