When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 6

O supreme Bug God, please tell me, do you truly love your female children or do you loathe them?

If you love them, why did you grant them indestructible shells only to bestow upon them such a volatile spiritual world?

Why did you give them unyielding endurance while leaving them without a shred of resistance against the pheromones of a male?

You grant them pride, only to break their backbone.

Bug God, O Bug God, please tell me, what did your female children do wrong to deserve such an insulting punishment?

The cold liquid slid from his throat down to his stomach. The slimy texture made the military female nauseous, but at this moment, he did not even have the strength to sit up and vomit.

Alex let go of the nutrient solution packaging, letting it fall into the waste processor beside the bed. He then looked up at the male sitting by his bedside, who was focused intently on peeling an orange.

Unlike their first two meetings—one wretched and one magnificent—the male was now dressed in simple white clothes and black trousers. His platinum-blonde hair fell softly, complementing his beautiful features and soft facial lines. He looked more harmless than ever before, like a pure, innocent little male who had just graduated from the Male Breeding Base and knew nothing of the world.

However, it was this very male—who seemed to have no concern for outside affairs and only cared for the fruit in his hands—that made Alex want to kill him more than ever!

His teeth lightly bit his lower lip. Feeling his extremely weak body following the mental power riot and the citrus scent that seemed impossible to remove from his side for now, Alex closed his eyes in forbearance. After barely calming his emotions, he gathered his energy and asked the male in a hoarse voice:

“What is the deal you want to make with me?”

Even though the electronic shackles on Alex’s wrists had been removed, he still felt bound to that cold iron bed, unable to struggle, lacking even the strength to try.

Perhaps he truly was the one abandoned by fate. Whether before or now, in the dark, an invisible hand had already written his predetermined, tragic ending.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the chains of destiny climbed up the military female’s proud spine like venomous snakes. Just as they flicked their tongues, preparing to carve a story of pain and despair once more into his soul, a cool, sweet slice of orange suddenly interrupted.

“Why act so much like you’re enduring great humiliation?”

Chu Sicheng withdrew his hand from feeding the female, then broke off another slice and stuffed it into his own mouth. Compared to Alex’s deep-seated resentment, he was optimistic to the extreme.

“Don’t try to frame me. I’m just making a deal with you, not forcing you to your death.”

Alex: “…”

Under the current circumstances, for him, what was the difference between this and being dead?

He had been forced into a frenzy in front of the entire Empire. Afterward, while his mental power was still unstable, the lingering male pheromones in his body had directly catalyzed his hormone levels. He had barely woken up from the riot only to begin enduring the agony of heat. If this was not the doing of the male before him, Alex would never believe it.

And now, this male—who could be said to have manipulated him completely—dared to say he was just making a deal and not forcing him to his death.

Alex twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of irony.

However, whether his emotions were too obvious or the person beside him was too perceptive, almost the instant Alex’s negative emotions surfaced, the other party leaned in with innocent eyes.

“Are you feeling aggrieved?”

Alex froze. For a moment, he actually did not know how to answer Chu Sicheng’s question.

At this moment, he was indeed angry, unwilling, and resentful. But when all those negative emotions were mixed together, the most prominent feeling in his heart was… grievance?

Why was it him who encountered all this? Why was it him who was burdened with layers of responsibility and shackles? Even in this situation, why was it still him who was abandoned by fate over and over again?!

Was the root of all this truly grievance?

As his pupils trembled, Alex moved his lips silently. However, before he could speak, the male before him curled his lips slightly, and his thin lips—still stained with bits of juice—parted.

This time, it was like a demon from hell whispering.

Alex heard him say: “But, what do you have to be aggrieved about?”

“Don’t forget, in the beginning, you were the one who wanted to kill me first.”

His bandage-wrapped fingers helped tidy the messy hospital gown of the female on the bed. His movements were gentle, but his words were like the sharpest knives in the world, causing the female to uncontrollably mobilize his entire defensive mechanism.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Looking at the military female who had instantly tensed up, Chu Sicheng smiled slightly, his tone very soft.

“Relax. I’m just helping you eliminate some negative emotions. I don’t mean to settle scores with you.”

“…”

No, what kind of person eliminates negative emotions like this?!

Furthermore, he had already become like this, and in the male’s eyes, it didn’t even count as revenge?!

For a moment, as Alex stared at the smiling male, he almost saw a pair of black horns on the other’s head and a slender, swaying tail of pleasure behind him.

“Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll suspect you’ve fallen in love with me.”

Alex, who had not fallen in love but instead felt his murderous intent toward Chu Sicheng grow: “…Could you have some shame?”

“Why would I want such a worthless thing?” Chu Sicheng raised an eyebrow.

In Chu Sicheng’s view, giving up something truly worth striving for just for the sake of invisible and intangible “shame” was the most foolish behavior.

Therefore, he would be the one to torment this “Protagonist-Shou” who performed such foolish actions.

The last orange segment was placed in the male’s mouth. His teeth met, and the sweet juice burst forth completely. It seemed to lend a hint of cloying, bewitching flavor to his next words:

“Dear Alex, don’t you hate Friedrich, the one who is always tied to you but has suppressed you from beginning to end? How about I give you an opportunity now to step on him completely?”

Who said tormenting someone had to stem from love and hate?

For a military female who valued his status and power immensely, wouldn’t humiliation in his career be more likely to produce pain and resentment?

One should know that sacrificing the body and soul of another protagonist just to make the main character feel regret and pain is not true torment; it is purely a self-indulgent delusion of the victim before death.

You lose your life to make him lose his love—what kind of punishment is that?

If you’re going to torment someone, go big.

Break his proud spine inch by inch, seize everything he cares about, and leave him with nothing, from the inside out!

This was not easy for the current Chu Sicheng to execute, but for Alex—who was originally Friedrich’s foil—it couldn’t be easier.

Only…

“You, helping me?”

Alex frowned, his green eyes staring at the male who suddenly mentioned his arch-rival. His gaze flickered with obscure emotions.

He remembered that Ryan was framed and sent to prison by Philo because he had rescued a female on the edge of the trash planet. Afterward, once Ryan was imprisoned, that female was taken back to Philo’s palace.

Looking at it now, that female must have been Friedrich.

So why was Ryan doing this now?

Hatred born from love?

Unconsciously, Alex voiced his doubt.

Hearing this, Chu Sicheng’s eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief.

“Really, must Zerg be so shallow? Can’t it be simply because I find him eyesore?”

As a villain, how can one be so obsessed with love!

Go home, child! Go home, okay?!

Chu Sicheng glanced at the unqualified villain on the bed and couldn’t help but shake his head in disappointment.

Only…

Simply finding him an eyesore… is that reason not shallow too?

Alex simply didn’t know what to say.

However, he didn’t bother to entangle with Chu Sicheng on this issue. After closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, he reopened them and said:

“So your meaning is to let me become the knife in your hand to deal with Friedrich?”

“How could I treat you as just a knife?” Chu Sicheng smiled, speaking unhurriedly.

“Didn’t I say at the beginning? I am making a deal with you.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Refuse…”

The male stood up from the chair, his blue-gray eyes lowered as he slowly leaned down under Alex’s wary gaze.

The loose collar of his white top fell forward, inevitably revealing the fair skin beneath and the thin, deep collarbone, along with that citrus scent that Alex currently found completely irresistible.

Seeing the military female’s eyes—which had barely cleared for a moment—begin to grow hazy again, Chu Sicheng spoke slowly. His voice was light and gentle, mixed with endless temptation.

“What do you think, dear Alex? Do you need help?”

Whether this “help” referred to helping him deal with Friedrich or helping him alleviate the heat once again surging through his body, Alex could not tell. He was incapable of distinguishing.

The military female lying on the bed stared with dark green, emerald-like eyes at the exquisite collarbone revealed as the collar slipped. Instinct suppressed reason once more. In the next second, Alex rose in desperation and urgency, biting down.

The citrus pheromones mixed with the sweet scent of blood surged toward Alex. Instead of making him relax even slightly, he bit even deeper.

Alex closed his eyes in a collapse.

“Sooner or later. I will kill you!”

“Is that so?”

The male, kneeling on one knee by the bed, allowed the female to bury his face in his shoulder. Hearing this, he showed no trace of fear; instead, the smile on his lips grew even more vivid.

“Then I shall wait and see.”

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