When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 24

The tie, soaked with saliva, was pulled inch by inch from the female’s mouth. Chu Sicheng’s fair and tender fingertips blocked Alex’s teeth as they instinctively tried to bite down on his own lips. A citrus fragrance, mingled with the metallic scent of blood, began to diffuse into the surroundings.

Crimson beads of blood rolled down from the wounds, landing on the female’s damp cheeks before continuing their downward slide. The blood mixed with sweat like paint, leaving one ambiguous trail after another on the fair canvas of his skin.

The needle-like stinging in his mind gradually receded, but at the same time, a mysterious, surging heat suddenly erupted within Alex’s body.

As the female’s consciousness blurred, his body felt increasingly empty. He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to bite down harder on the palm that smelled of citrus, wanting to swallow it deeper.

“Go to sleep.”

He heard a voice whisper in his ear, “When you wake up, you will get what you want.”

Is that true?

Alex moved his lips, desperately wanting to ask the question aloud, but his mouth, filled with a foreign object, wouldn’t let him utter a single word. In the end, he could only let out a low whimper as he sank completely into darkness.

When he finally woke up again, the sky outside was already black.

Alex blinked his sore eyes several times, taking a long moment to realize he was currently at his own home in the Jingshan District.

What happened?

Hadn’t he been sent to the isolation zone by Chu Sicheng?

Lying powerless on the bed, the female—whose entire body felt weak and achy—was somewhat dazed by the sudden change in environment. But at the same time, he slowly sensed a mysterious, parched heat, like he had been trekking through a desert all day; his mouth and throat were incredibly dry.

It was at this moment that he heard a cold voice from not far beside the bed:

“You’re awake?”

It was Chu Sicheng.

Alex instinctively licked his lips, his gaze drifting upward to the male who walked over after hearing movement.

“How are you feeling now?” he heard the male ask.

“Not… comfortable.”

Alex couldn’t help but lick his lips again.

He could feel that he was still in the midst of a mental riot, but for some reason, the stinging pain of his mental power being torn apart wasn’t very obvious. Instead, a different sensation constantly surging from his lower abdomen was what commanded his attention.

The tie that had been stuffed into his mouth earlier had been removed by the male, yet Alex still felt as if there were something foreign in his mouth. This sensation made him unconsciously part his lips, even sticking out his tongue.

The tip of his tongue trembled slightly, as if resisting, yet also searching.

“I… want…”

Alex gasped for air. The extreme sense of emptiness within his body made him instinctively hug the quilt tightly, but it wasn’t enough.

“What do you want?” he heard a voice ask him.

Pheromones?

Or something else?

Alex, what is it that you truly want?

The desire churning within him was about to burn him whole, leaving him with absolutely no capacity for independent thought.

Chu Sicheng waited for a moment, but received no answer from the female.

He didn’t mind, however.

If there was no answer, he would explore for himself.

With lowered lashes, Chu Sicheng looked at the suffering female on the large black bed. His eyes flickered slightly before falling upon his own right hand.

A black tie was wrapped around his slender, fair fingers—the tool he had used during the day to suppress the biting “puppy.” It had also been used by Chu Sicheng to bandage his wound.

Therefore, besides bearing Alex’s traces, it was also stained with a significant amount of citrus scent mixed with blood.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the long black band was unwound by the male and held up before Alex’s face.

The very tip of the tie landed on Alex’s nose, swaying slightly with the movement of the male’s fingers.

Approaching, then pulling away.

Like a cat teaser toy.

It wasn’t until the frustrated female reached out and grabbed it that Chu Sicheng let go of the tie.

Perhaps he was too desperate for pheromones, or perhaps a female in a riot state was naturally aggressive.

Unlike Chu Sicheng’s light teasing, the moment Alex grabbed the tie, he pressed it firmly against his own nose and mouth. He looked as if he were trying to hide from the invasion of a certain pheromone, only to find that the citrus scent on the tie was even more concentrated.

He couldn’t escape, nor did he want to.

Like a Zerg who had quit smoking long ago only to suddenly catch the scent of tobacco, Alex pressed the tie against his nose with increasing force. This rough behavior inevitably made it difficult to breathe, but it also filled his nasal passages with the scent of citrus.

Alex’s body trembled instinctively; the surrounding air felt increasingly thin.

His blank mind left him unable to think about what he was actually doing; he could only rely on instinct to seek out the pheromones to soothe his body.

He might die of suffocation, but he couldn’t stop.

“That intense?”

A voice seemed to speak from the side, and in the next second, the tie Alex was pressing against his nose was maliciously pulled away by the other.

“No!”

Alex instinctively reached out to grab it, but his hand caught only empty air.

“That’s not allowed.”

Chu Sicheng waved the tie at Alex, and amidst the other’s dazed stare, he tossed the tie to the furthest corner from the bed.

“I don’t want tomorrow’s Star-net headlines to be about a certain general who smothered himself to death with a tie at home because his mental power went out of control.”

“So…”

Chu Sicheng knelt on the bed with one knee, leaning over slightly to offer his hand—the one that hadn’t had time to heal—to the female’s lips.

In that instant, unlike the thin scent on the tie, the citrus pheromones coming directly from the source—mingled with the scent of blood—instantly submerged the female on the bed.

Whether it was because Alex was too desperate, or because the male himself had undergone some change under the catalyst of the drug, he felt as if these pheromones were more abundant than any he had received before.

The surging citrus fragrance wrapped around him tightly like a tide, washing over every mental thread in his mind. Every inch of his skin and flesh felt as though it were being completely saturated by the male’s pheromones.

His fingers, gripping the bedsheets, tightened and loosened repeatedly. The female’s body trembled uncontrollably, and soft moans began to escape his lips.

He wanted to say something, but under the onslaught of pheromones, only broken syllables came out when he opened his mouth.

His consciousness blurred again; he seemed on the verge of falling into another round of deep sleep to repair his mental threads and to catch his breath in this storm of pheromones.

But Alex was unwilling.

The hand that had been gripping the bedsheet suddenly lunged out to grab the male’s wrist as he tried to pull his hand back. “No… don’t go…”

“Still uncomfortable?” he heard the male ask.

“Yes…”

Alex bit his lip and nodded.

“Then what should we do?” Chu Sicheng smiled. “I’m not feeling very comfortable either.”

They say the drugs used on protagonists are top-tier for a reason; he had been suppressing it since noon, yet the fire within his body hadn’t died down as it usually did. Instead, it was burning even more fiercely.

Chu Sicheng took a deep breath and looked down at Alex. He wanted to tell him to wait a moment so he could go get a drink of water, but before he could speak, the impatient Alex pulled his wrist and sent him tumbling onto the bed.

Before Chu Sicheng could react, Alex buried his head into his collarbone. The familiar warmth returned to his sensitive skin, but this time, the stinging pain that usually accompanied that warmth didn’t arrive.

The healed wounds weren’t torn open again; instead, they were marked with crimson traces planted by the female.

The buttons of his white shirt popped and scattered into various corners of the bed as the fabric was torn. Beneath the open collar, patches of red flowers bloomed across his fair skin.

Alex’s grip around Chu Sicheng’s waist tightened, as if he wanted to embed the male directly into his own body.

Not enough.

Still not enough!

He wanted more…

While his scarred red lips mindlessly sucked in the citrus pheromones, they also instinctively voiced a deeper craving:

“I want…”

“Please, Zerg Lord…”

“It’s not enough…”

Chu Sicheng looked down at him.

The female was clearly no longer sane, not just because of the mental riot, but perhaps also due to the influence of the aphrodisiac within his blood.

The red lips he had bitten himself became even more broken under the constant licking of his tongue. Tiny beads of blood seeped from the fine wounds, dampening the female’s lips and falling onto Chu Sicheng along with them.

Chu Sicheng blinked and reached for the nearby quilt to wipe the wounds on the female’s lips. But as he wiped, the smooth fabric, along with the cotton stuffing inside, was stuffed into the female’s mouth by the male.

The quilt was pushed deeper bit by bit, making it impossible for the female to stick his tongue out. At the same time, the soft fabric pushed nearly to his throat made him want to gag uncontrollably.

But he couldn’t spit it out; he could only frown and feebly shake his head, trying to escape the male’s control.

He looked extremely pained, and the corners of his eyes turned red. He wanted to say something, but his mouth, filled with the foreign object, could only produce muffled, heated whimpers.

Under the saturation of pheromones, he couldn’t release even a trace of his usual formidable combat power, leaving him at the other’s mercy.

How pitiful.

But there was no helping it; this was his own choice.

So…

Chu Sicheng licked his lips. With a slight push against the mattress, the positions of the two Zergs shifted in a single roll.

Chu Sicheng leaned against the headboard and spoke softly, “You’re still hurting, aren’t you? Alex.”

His chin was gently tilted up, and the cotton was finally removed from his mouth. Through his hazy vision, Alex could only feel the male’s gaze slowly descending upon him.

A condescending stare, like that of a proud and dictatorial king.

And he, Alex, was the king’s most loyal knight.

His nape was gently stroked by burning fingertips. Not far away, amidst the clothes scattered by the bed, a comm-link seemed to be vibrating with a buzzing sound.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Alex parted his lips slightly, feeling the male’s fingertips slide all the way from his nape down to his waist. As his body instinctively tensed, a strange sense of anticipation also flickered in his heart.

Sure enough, the moment the comm-link stopped vibrating, he heard his King say to him:

“Continue, Alex.”

If desire cannot be suppressed, then let it be vented to one’s heart’s content.

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