What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 15

“Let go of me.” Su Feng was pinned against the table. He gritted his teeth, the words seeping out as if mixed with blood, a fierce glint in the corners of his eyes. His black hair spilled out, completely revealing his nape. The remaining patch of exposed fair skin had a ceramic, pale blue tint, appearing as cold and hard as Su Feng’s own bones.

Murphy’s hand pressed against his spine. Though the touch seemed casual, the force made Su Feng’s bones ache.

Su Feng had nearly strangled him moments ago. Murphy’s fingers brushed over the lingering finger marks on his own neck, a smile playing on his face. “Young Master, I believe there may still be a chance for cooperation between us.”

“I do not wish to lose a partner like you; it would not be profitable for me if you died now,” Murphy said. “I do not understand why you are so angry.”

Su Feng struggled, gasping for air. He clearly had the strength to choke the man behind him to death, yet he was restrained by the Master-Servant Contract. Furthermore, the Soul-Seizing technique allowed Murphy to hold Su Feng’s soul firmly in his palm. He knew that if he waited any longer, he would lose his chance entirely. He wanted to force Murphy to dissolve the contract, but Murphy had countered him at every turn.

Su Feng’s mind was filled with thoughts of kicking Murphy to death. To hell with the protagonist; he did not care what he was; he just wanted Murphy dead!

Su Feng pursed his lips tightly and said, “You treat me like this, and yet you ask why I am angry?”

Murphy said, “I told you, I will dissolve the Master-Servant Contract.” Su Feng let out a cold laugh, about to retort, but Murphy’s next words made him freeze. This beautiful, towering creature gripped his neck, heavily suppressing his every movement, and said, “Furthermore, Young Master, after you cursed me as a bastard, scolded me thoroughly, and told me to get out of the City Lord’s mansion and Blackthorn City,” the man’s voice dropped, leaning close to Su Feng’s ear to whisper, “the person who snuck into my room and kissed me—that was you, was it not?”

Murphy’s cool voice chilled Su Feng to the core. He tried his best to maintain his posture of rage. “I told you, there was a reason for that.”

Murphy replied, “But I can also refuse. Since you hate me so much, from now on, do not come looking for me again.”

He squeezed Su Feng’s neck, his thumb pressing against the windpipe. It was a grip that allowed no escape, carrying a hint of punishment. Murphy’s lips still held a smile as he said, “I can dissolve our contract. We shall part ways here, owing each other nothing. How does that sound?”

“No!” Su Feng struggled within his palm. He could not. He still needed Murphy. He still needed to obtain Intimacy Points.

Murphy laughed and said, “Is the Young Master joking? On one hand, you want me to die and wish to kill me, yet you refuse to let me leave. Young Master, what exactly is it that you want?”

Murphy stepped back and let go. Su Feng coughed several times, collapsing onto the table and scrambling backward, desperate to get away from the man before him. His soul was still restricted by Murphy. Murphy sat in a chair. His massive, terrifying frame and flawless face loomed over Su Feng. His purple eyes were so dazzling they were impossible to look at directly.

“In that case,” Murphy said, “shall we continue our cooperation? If you wish to continue like this, then come here and kiss me. If you refuse now, then do not ever come looking for me again.”

Su Feng stood there, staring at him without moving. In those few sentences, he felt like a wild wolf driven into a corner, his throat parched and his limbs weak.

Murphy did not say another word. The two stared at each other from across the room. After a moment, or perhaps a very long time, Murphy gazed directly at the person before him. Watching the prey that had walked into the cage of its own accord, he reached out and grabbed the other’s narrow waist.

Su Feng climbed onto Murphy’s lap. Sitting atop the man, he locked eyes with him, eyes filled with resentment, rage, and a faint trace of fear. Su Feng did not speak; he simply leaned over and kissed those cold lips.

How obedient.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Young Master.”

Murphy had a strange dream.

He dreamed that Su Feng was sitting on his lap, glaring at him with a look of fierce resentment. That handsome face bore the expression of someone pushed to the limit, forced to surrender, yet hiding a raspy, silent roar. Every glance beneath that seemingly calm exterior seemed to say, “I am going to bite you to death!”

Murphy was stunned for a moment. He felt the supple weight on his thighs. The noble young master was sitting on his lap, his feet barely touching the floor. Before Murphy could even react to what was happening, Su Feng grabbed his clothes and kissed him with sheer force.

Murphy subconsciously gripped his waist, like a beast not yet fully awake but instinctively savoring a sweet meal of blood delivered to its door. His eyes still held a trace of suspicion. He paused intermittently while kissing. It all felt like a dream. When Murphy applied a bit more force, Su Feng’s expression stiffened, and he shot a murderous glare at him, which only made Murphy feel as though someone was bullying the boy.

Su Feng’s body carried a fresh scent of water, and the tip of his tongue was soft. Murphy pressed against him, lip to lip. So soft. How can he be this soft? For a split second, Murphy’s fingers tightened, displaying a violent urge to crush the man into his embrace.

Su Feng struggled and turned away, his head ducked in displeasure. Murphy, still feeling like he was dreaming, licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. He was just about to reach out and pull the person back into his arms when he saw the young master turn around, a ferocious expression suddenly appearing on his face as he shouted, “Personal servant! What do you think you are doing!”

Su Feng opened his eyes to find Murphy staring at him with an unreadable expression. A hand was resting on his waist. Su Feng snapped awake from the dream, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He did not know why he would have such a dream, nor why he had woken up to find that the giant moth plushie on his bed had turned back into this hulking Dragon Aotian.

For some reason, it felt incredibly irritating. Heh.

Su Feng slapped the hand away. The moment their eyes met, a rare flash of bewilderment crossed the protagonist’s face. However, a second later, Murphy rolled out of bed and stood up. He acted as if staying for even one more second would cost him his purity, looking back at Su Feng with an ambiguous, scrutinizing gaze.

“You slept with me again,” Murphy said. “For the second time.”

The protagonist stood there, his purple eyes flickering. His flawless face combined with his tall, massive frame made him look like a terrifying, aggressive monster. He said to Su Feng, “What exactly are you trying to do?”

Murphy’s tone and aura were slightly different than before. His eyes, originally pure purple, now held a subtle, dense golden shimmer. At this moment, Murphy had obtained a greater golden finger than in the original novel; he had completely transformed into a Herald of Calamity.

So, is it time to turn the tables?

Murphy’s fingers twitched. He had already felt a stir in his heart when he saw Su Feng curled up in his arms. He did not understand why, nor did he understand why he would have such a dream.

Su Feng stood up. Looking at this protagonist who had turned his back on him and was shifting the blame once more, Su Feng let out a scoff. “Are you going to go back on your word now? It was you who insisted on crawling into my blankets! You insisted on pinning down my covers, otherwise you would throw a tantrum and tear the whole City Lord’s mansion apart!”

Murphy immediately denied it. “That is impossible.”

Su Feng pressed on, “And you kept crying! If I tried to push you away, you would not let it go, crying loud enough to wake the heavens!”

“You are slandering me,” Murphy said, looking at Su Feng with shock and uncertainty, unable to believe such ridiculous words. “You made up such a lie just to defame—”

Murphy’s interrogation cut off halfway, the disdainful expression on his face freezing.

Su Feng pulled a Recording Stone from his robes and injected it with magic. In the dead of night, a large, fat moth flew silently through the air like a sneaky kitten and landed on Su Feng’s bed. Seeing the man sleeping deeply, it gave a smug smile, then wiggled its backside, flapped its wings, and huffed and puffed as it tried to crawl into Su Feng’s blankets!

Murphy’s expression did not change as he watched. He absolutely refused to admit that was him.

Then, the Recording Stone flashed, showing the scene where Su Feng caught the fat moth on the spot. He scolded it while tossing it out of the room. But it did not end there. When Su Feng returned to bed to sleep, a loud thud echoed from off camera. Then, Su Feng, who had clearly expected this, covered his ears just as a deafening buzzing sound erupted from the Recording Stone!

Murphy’s cheek twitched. He charged toward the Recording Stone with incredible speed, intending to destroy the evidence. However, Su Feng’s whip was faster, snatching the magic stone away. As if he had anticipated this, Su Feng looked at Murphy and said meaningfully, “What? Can you not bear to watch?”

Murphy lowered his eyes, staring at the smug person before him.

He suddenly realized something.

He had already obtained the inheritance of the Lord of Calamity and the fragments of the Tome of Calamity. The person before him knew all his secrets, held a Master-Servant Contract with him, and even knew his true form. Su Feng knew all of his weaknesses and his true identity. Now, Murphy sensed that the Master-Servant Contract was loosening; it felt as though he could reverse their positions at any moment and bring Su Feng firmly under his control.

Su Feng knew too many of his secrets. Murphy could not let him go.

In that case.

Murphy narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a light smile, “There is something I wish to ask the Young Master.”

Halfway through his sentence, Su Feng sensed a hidden shift in the air, as if the person before him had grown fangs and claws. Beneath that gentle exterior, an aura of extreme evil was silently spreading. But just as Murphy was about to continue, there was a sudden knock at the door. The Butler’s voice came from outside; he was holding a tray as he said to those inside, “Young Master, the believers from the Temple have arrived.”

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