When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 30

The pitch-black room was deathly silent.

Chu Sicheng leaned casually against the headboard. His expression was indifferent and his tone lacked any hint of ambiguity, as if the “mutual assistance” he proposed was merely an ordinary business collaboration. Yet, his fingers remained inside the man’s mouth. His fingertips toyed with the soft tongue, part inspection and part provocation.

The man blinked slowly, caught between thought and hesitation.

The undeniable abnormality within his body told him he had been drugged with something unsavory. The person touching his mouth was likely arranged by whoever set this trap, or perhaps the person was a fellow victim. Regardless, the fact remained that he had been played.

His remaining sanity told him to stop, but his desire-driven body instinctively leaned toward Chu Sicheng. He couldn’t control it. In the long silence, his slightly parted mouth let out a broken whimper that was half-resistance and half-surrender.

“I, it hurts,” the man said.

The two were pressed tightly together. The intimate positioning combined with their shared internal heat should have ignited a wildfire the moment they touched. However, under Chu Sicheng’s calculated restraint, those sparks failed to spread.

“According to the tropes of these novels, this fire can’t be doused with cold water. But, just in case.”

Chu Sicheng straightened up. His dark pupils were like an impenetrable mist in the darkness, reflecting and swallowing the man whole. He slowly withdrew his hand, casually wiping the glistening moisture from his fingertips onto the man’s clothes. Then, he placed his hands on either side of the man’s thighs and, with a surge of strength, lifted him up like a child.

“Mm.”

Perhaps finding the posture uncomfortable, the man groaned with a furrowed brow. But Chu Sicheng did not stop his trek toward the bathroom. Even as the man’s hands roamed uncontrollably over his back, with his right hand even sliding under the hem of Chu Sicheng’s shirt to touch his sensitive skin, Chu Sicheng had no intention of going all the way.

On one hand, he refused to give the mastermind the satisfaction of seeing them fall into the trap. On the other, as he had said before, he wasn’t the type to be careless. Even if he needed a release, he wouldn’t just settle for anyone. Intimacy should be the final step of emotional exchange, not a hasty first step dictated by animal instinct between strangers who don’t even know each other’s names.

Even if this man truly housed Alex’s soul, Chu Sicheng wouldn’t allow their first time to happen under such wretched circumstances.

The frosted glass door slid open and then clicked shut.

Water surged through the pipes, eventually exploding into a frigid spray from the showerhead, soaking the man’s black hair and his grey suit. Chu Sicheng cupped some cold water to splash his own burning face. As the man’s struggles weakened, Chu Sicheng finally took a moment to organize the plot fragments in his mind.

No employee at the Administration was more dedicated than him. Even drugged, he didn’t forget the mission.

Leaning against the bathroom wall, Chu Sicheng closed his eyes and welcomed the flood of memories.

This world was a classic, melodramatic dog blood romance novel. He played the protagonist, Song Le’an, a textbook case of a tragic hero with an alcoholic father, a sick mother, two siblings in school, and a broken self. Due to his mother’s high medical bills, he accepted a sponsorship from CEO Li Yanzhe, becoming a caged canary subjected to repeated physical and emotional abuse. Eventually, through his unwavering care for Li Yanzhe following a car accident, he won the CEO’s heart for a happy ending.

However, a bug had appeared: the CEO’s White Moonlight had been reborn.

After experiencing a miserable end in a previous life, the White Moonlight decided to cling to the CEO’s leg. Having previously dumped Li Yanzhe to go abroad, he rushed back to reclaim his old flame. At this stage, Li Yanzhe was still in a wheelchair, being cared for by his canary while pining for his first love. Once the White Moonlight returned, the protagonist’s life turned into a nightmare. Not only was he discarded by the fickle Li Yanzhe, but the insecure White Moonlight drugged him and threw him to Li Yanzhe’s arch-rival: the villain, Shen Ci.

Another villain.

Chu Sicheng’s eyebrows quirked, his lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes to look at the man in the tub. Despite the cold water, Shen Ci was still clawing at his own collar.

“Cold.”

Chu Sicheng heard him murmur through gritted teeth, clearly unable to withstand the biting chill. Yet, simultaneously, Shen Ci pulled at his collar to increase the skin’s contact with the water. His hand moved instinctively beneath the surface to seek self-relief, but his movements were clumsy and lacked strength due to the drug. Instead of subsiding, the fire only burned hotter.

What should he do?

Sanity told Shen Ci to endure. It was an obvious trap. But his body was beyond his control. The man standing beside him was the most intoxicating bait; just his presence made the fish want to bite the hook.

“Help me.”

Finally, Shen Ci reached out toward Chu Sicheng. His dripping fingertips landed on Chu Sicheng’s black trousers, easily blooming into a dark patch of moisture.

I can’t escape this sea of desire, Shen Ci thought. Then I’ll pull the person next to me down too. Let’s sink together, let’s indulge.

Shen Ci licked his lips, his grip on Chu Sicheng’s fingers tightening as he repeated, “Help me!”

The tone was one of desperate command.

Chu Sicheng raised an eyebrow. “How?”

He looked down at the man in the water. His dark eyes shimmered under the bathroom light. “Do you want verbal guidance, or a direct hand?”

“Hand,” Shen Ci said without a second’s thought.

His drug-addled brain couldn’t consider the consequences; he simply chose the optimal solution based on a businessman’s instinct. His suit was completely soaked, clinging to his body. It didn’t reveal much skin, but it made the areas that were visible stand out sharply against the grey fabric.

He was very spirited.

Chu Sicheng pressed the tip of his tongue against his inner cheek and crouched down. He didn’t enter the water to join Shen Ci in that sea of desire. Instead, he stayed on the shore, merely dipping his fingers into the water to disturb the pond that belonged only to Shen Ci.

The bathroom heater wasn’t on, and the water was ice cold, yet Shen Ci still felt like he was burning. When Chu Sicheng’s fingertips touched his skin, the internal heat spiked. He felt like a traveler in a tropical forest: damp, stifling, and oxygen-deprived. He gasped for air, as if that were the only way to avoid losing consciousness amidst the waves of pleasure.

Out of a sense of denial, Shen Ci didn’t ask for the man’s name. He bit his lip hard, suppressing any sound other than the unavoidable gasps. He had no intention of communicating.

But Chu Sicheng gave him no chance to hide.

His fingertips applied slight pressure, like playing a piano, easily sending a shiver through Shen Ci’s body. Shen Ci groaned, his fingers tightening on the edge of the tub. His lips grew swollen and red from his own biting; he looked utterly disheveled and pitiful.

Yet the culprit acted entirely innocent, blinking as he said, “I’m sorry, sir. I’m actually not very good at this. It’s my first time doing something like this, too. Besides, I feel like this is a conspiracy. Someone probably drugged us both so they could catch us in bed together.”

His fingertips rubbed against the tender skin. Chu Sicheng kept his head down, his lips curved in a slight smile, but his voice was cautious to the extreme, as if he were afraid or perhaps simply trying to provoke the man in the tub.

“Sir, do you think they are on their way right now? What should we do? Especially you.”

The water level began to drop as Chu Sicheng toyed with the drain. First, it revealed the soaked shirt over Shen Ci’s chest, then the belt dripping with water, and finally.

Shen Ci bit his lip even harder.

But the man beside him seemed determined to antagonize him, continuing his hypothetical scenarios. “What will happen if they really burst in? Will you be photographed? Will you be misunderstood?”

The water swirled down the drain. The touch of the fingers became more distinct as the mental void grew louder. Finally, through blurred vision, Shen Ci saw the man reach out toward him. Something sticky touched his face.

Then, accompanied by a loud thud as the bathroom door was kicked open, he heard the man say, “What should we do? If you’re seen looking like this, it might be quite bad.”

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