When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 15

“Hello, Alex.”

Elio stepped out from the shadows. His gaze slowly swept over Alex, who was leaning against the sink and staring at him warily. He let out a low laugh. “Why so nervous? It is not as if I am going to eat you.”

He simply wanted to play a few harmless little games with the female Zerg.

With the corners of his mouth turned up, Elio shed the gentle and refined persona he maintained in public. His light brown eyes locked onto his prey like a venomous snake. Simultaneously, he raised his right hand and sprayed a substance into the air designed to heighten the mood.

Alex clearly felt the surrounding citrus scent grow heavier. He instinctively looked at the spray in Elio’s hand. Not only did the latter have no intention of hiding it, but he even gave the bottle a generous shake, showing that he no longer cared to maintain his act.

Elio even expressed a bit of regret. “Actually, I originally wanted to use my own pheromones. But there was no helping it; since you have been accepting the pheromones of that low-class male lately, I had to reluctantly settle for this cheap, inferior scent.”

As he spoke, he gave Alex a resentful look, as if all of this were the female’s fault. Because the female had accepted another male’s soothing, Elio couldn’t enjoy himself fully. Furthermore, Alex had just renounced their binding engagement in front of everyone just to please that male from the trash planet.

This was unacceptable to Elio. “Because of your disobedient behavior, I plan to test my new toy on you.”

“Originally, I intended to test it on other females and only use it on our wedding night if the results were good. But now,” Elio sighed and looked at Alex with feigned helplessness, “I have to use it on you ahead of schedule.”

Alex was nearly moved to laughter by the sheer shamelessness of the male before him. What did he mean by “disobedient”? What did he mean by “had to”?

Setting aside the fact that the engagement had been made without his knowledge, an engagement was just an engagement. It did not mean he had been priced and sold to the male! Alex reached out and smashed a bottle of hand soap onto the floor to block the male’s approach. Only then did he speak his first words since Elio’s appearance, his voice hoarse.

“Where did you get these pheromones?”

“That is not something you need to know.” Elio pressed the nozzle a few more times. Amidst the thickening citrus aroma, he whispered, “You only need to know that next, we are going to play a very, very interesting game.”

“We no longer have an engagement!” Alex’s breathing had grown noticeably rapid, but he persisted. “Don’t forget, your fiancé is now Friedrich.”

“And what of it?” Elio was completely indifferent to Alex’s warning. “The Empire has no law stating a male cannot play with other females just because he has a fiancé.”

The engagement only bound the female. As for the male, did the countless female concubines beneath a legal wife not sufficiently illustrate the lack of restraint placed upon them?

“Besides, this matter was originally,” Elio started to say, then suddenly caught himself as if remembering something.

Alex’s eyes flickered. “Originally what?”

“You are already in this state; what use is asking so many questions?” Perhaps fearing that further talk would expose disadvantageous information, Elio was unwilling to communicate further. He stopped grandstanding with single sprays and instead unscrewed the cap, flinging the liquid directly onto Alex.

Alex instinctively raised his hand to shield his face, but the orange liquid inevitably splashed onto his hands, his clothes, and the tips of his hair.

“You!”

“Alright, Alex, time waits for no Zerg. We should start the game sooner rather than later!” Elio threw the empty bottle aside and tapped his light-brain to send a message. He looked ready to call someone to take away the female, who appeared dazed, flushed, and ready to collapse from the sink to the floor.

However, just as he clicked the send button and leaned against the wall to admire the female’s agony while waiting for his contact, he heard the female curled on the floor hiss through gritted teeth.

“Just how much longer do you intend to watch the show?!”

Watch the show? What show? Who was watching?

Elio immediately straightened up, his sharp gaze darting toward the closed stall doors. He thought the observer Alex mentioned was hiding in one of the cubicles.

The next second, a hand suddenly landed on his left shoulder. Simultaneously, a light laugh rang in his ear. “I was just seeing how much you were enjoying your performance.”

“Why don’t you try lying on the floor yourself?”

To Elio’s terrified, ghost-stricken expression, Alex stood up from the floor with a scowl. The flush on his face vanished, and the mist in his green eyes turned to ice, devoid of any further arousal.

Now it was Elio’s turn to be shocked into silence. “You!”

“You what, ‘you’?” Chu Sicheng reached out and snatched the light-brain from Elio’s hand. “Did the message send?”

“It sent,” Alex said. He washed his hands and then brushed his hair back, revealing his cold, sharp features. “I watched him click send.”

So, would someone please explain the situation? Wasn’t the female just drugged? Why did he look perfectly fine now? Elio couldn’t understand how the female had recovered in the time it took him to send a message. Was the duration of the drug that short? Philo had clearly stated this drug would last at least twenty-four hours!

Elio’s gaze dropped uncontrollably to the empty bottle on the floor, only to see the exquisite glass vial crushed under the female’s foot. The black military boot applied pressure, and the bottle shattered. The scattered shards were a perfect metaphor for Elio’s own breaking heart.

“Dear Lord Elio, you didn’t actually think I would have a reaction to this counterfeit garbage, did you?” Alex gave Elio a contemptuous smile, his red lips curving upward. “I must say, the scent is quite similar. Unfortunately, a fake is a fake; it can never be real.”

Even if the whole bottle were used, it wouldn’t cause him a single reaction. He wondered what these Zergs were thinking, trying to induce his heat with such a method. Who were they looking down on?

Chu Sicheng glanced at Alex, his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth. He didn’t speak but looked down to confirm the message on Elio’s light-brain once more.

“I told you, it already sent.” Alex walked to Chu Sicheng’s side, frowning at his actions. “What? You don’t believe me?”

“I am just confirming that it was successful,” Chu Sicheng replied.

“And was it?”

“Yes.” Chu Sicheng instinctively rubbed his nose. As Alex looked over in confusion, he pointed at the wet spots on Alex’s clothes. “The smell is too strong.”

“There was no helping it; he threw the last bit all over me,” Alex said, patting the soaked fabric with disgust. “It is indeed a bit pungent. As expected, a fake is a fake. It isn’t like yours—”

The voice cut off abruptly. Realizing what he was saying, Alex went stiff for a moment. His eyes blinked rapidly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what.

Chu Sicheng said nothing more, and Elio, held in his grip, didn’t dare to open his mouth. For a while, the restroom was deathly silent. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps approached from the hallway that the three were saved from the silence.

Alex wordlessly gestured to Chu Sicheng. If his ears hadn’t been so red they looked ready to bleed, one might have doubted if those stupid words had actually come from his mouth.

Chu Sicheng had no reaction. At the first sound of footsteps, he cleanly knocked the male Zerg unconscious and tossed him into the innermost stall. As the door swung shut, the restroom returned to silence.

Friedrich opened the door to see Alex curled up on the floor, biting his lip. “Elio” was crouched in front of Alex with his back turned. Glass shards were scattered at his feet. Just looking at the scene, one could almost feel the suffocatingly thick citrus scent.

Friedrich instinctively adjusted his isolation mask and walked toward “Elio.” His voice sounded muffled through the mask. “You go out first. I will bring him to your room later.”

“Elio” did not move.

Friedrich frowned and reached down to tug at the motionless “Elio.” “What is wrong with you? Didn’t we agree?”

The words caught in his throat once he saw the male’s true face. Friedrich instinctively tried to withdraw his hand. But it was too late.

A cool sensation clamped around his wrist. The mask on his face was ripped away by a pale, slender hand. A rich, violent wave of pheromones surged toward him. Through a blur of consciousness, Friedrich saw two faces.

Two faces with equally arrogant brows and equally malignant expressions, so much so that one couldn’t help but want to tear them apart.

However, Friedrich had no strength left. He could only allow an unbearable heat to rise within his body as he watched the “wicked” Zergs gloat, one of them whispering a final line to him.

“Friedrich, do you know what they say about the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?”

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