This Isn't Like the Original Novel!

The not-so-spacious room was filled with an indescribable fragrance.

It was like strong liquor colliding head-on with a faint woody scent. From their initial rejection and refusal to yield, they gradually intertwined thread by thread, brewing into an intense, intoxicatingly cool scent of alcohol.

The man's tall body slammed into the smooth tiles behind him with a bang. His scorching skin was jolted by the cold, raising goosebumps all over his body.

A slender, fair hand adorned with several silver accessories was viciously gripping his neck and shoving him against the wall.

He took a deep breath without the slightest intention of resisting. Hoarse pants spilled from his throat, followed by a soft intake of cold air as he chuckled. "Tsk, that hurts."

The debauchery in his tone was nearly as uninhibited as his pheromones, wrapping itself around the owner of that hand.

"..." Shen Ranxin narrowed his eyes, coldly watching the man's pupils, half-hidden beneath his tousled fringe. They were filled with deep conquest and desire as they stared meaningfully at his neck.

He frowned impatiently, his cool features tense. The silver accessories on his fingers had been stained with someone else's warmth, which seeped through his skin.

As fellow Alphas, their pheromones were bound to clash.

Clearly, Lu Zhi's pheromone level was far higher than his.

Shen Ranxin paused, his gaze sweeping over the eight hidden cameras positioned around the restroom. He deliberately made sure his actions were exposed to them.

"Lu Zhi, I told you, Cheng Cheng is mine. You'd better stay away from him, got it?"

The grip around Lu Zhi's neck tightened. Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes, the corners reddening like peach blossoms, and pressed his lips together without speaking.

Looking at Lu Zhi's expression, Shen Ranxin suddenly felt a chill down his back, as though he were being watched by a wild beast.

...Anyway, Lu Zhi didn't look like he was in pain right now.

He instinctively loosened his grip. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Lu Zhi grabbed his wrist and brought his nose close.

Warm breath brushed across the back of his hand, making Shen Ranxin shudder before instantly yanking his hand away.

Then, in an utterly reflexive response, he slapped Lu Zhi across the face.

Lu Zhi's head turned slightly from the blow, a clear red mark appearing on his pale cheek.

Lu Zhi: "Mm."

Shen Ranxin: "..."

Try panting one more time!!?

Shen Ranxin took a near-breakdown-inducing deep breath.

...He really wanted to say goodbye to this world full of gays.

He swiftly turned his grief and indignation into rage. Grabbing Lu Zhi by the collar with both hands, he shoved him to the floor and raised his foot, ready to deliver a vicious kick to that dead pervert's stomach before completing his task and leaving in style!

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhi reacted with lightning speed. He raised a hand to block Shen Ranxin's kick, then grabbed his ankle and yanked downward.

Lu Zhi tilted his head back to look at him, sitting before him with his legs spread apart.

One hand pinned Shen Ranxin's ankle while the other swept back the hair hanging over his forehead, exposing a full forehead beaded with sweat. His gaze was hazy yet cunning. "Huh? You like playing like this?"

Shen Ranxin: "..."

Pant again. I dare you!!!!

Shen Ranxin abruptly pulled his foot free.

His foot came free, but his shoe did not.

The atmosphere became even more ambiguous and strange. Shen Ranxin gritted his teeth. "Give it to me."

Lu Zhi raised an eyebrow, hooking Shen Ranxin's shoe around a finger and swinging it. "No."

A vein bulged on Shen Ranxin's forehead. With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he said, "Lu Zhi."

Lu Zhi lazily lifted his gaze. "Yeah?"

"I really will pretend we're playing SM and beat you half to death."

Lu Zhi propped up his chin. "...Wasn't that why you asked me to come here alone? To play this?"

Any normal person could tell I was trying to threaten you, you dead pervert!

Shen Ranxin snatched back his shoe and put it on. As though trying to ward off bad luck, he took out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers, and tossed it onto Lu Zhi's face. Barely managing to keep a cold expression, he delivered his final line. "I hope you'll know your place and stay out of Cheng Cheng's and my sight from now on!"

With that, he spun around and bolted out of the restroom as though sprinting a hundred meters.

The intense scent of brandy that had lingered under his nose moments ago had nearly intoxicated him. Only after suddenly breathing fresh air did Shen Ranxin gradually regain his senses.

If playing a counterclockwise clock five hundred times could send time back three months, he would rather chop off his own hand than open that trashy novel called The Soft Idol Emperor's Nightly Indulgence.

He had just finished reading about the vicious supporting villain who shared his name. Because he lusted after the protagonist bottom, he was repeatedly humiliated by Lu Zhi, the protagonist top. Despite having a far weaker family background and less power than Lu Zhi, he still picked fights with him every day like a clown. In the end, Lu Zhi plotted until his family was ruined, and he was driven to jump into the sea by debt collectors.

Then he opened his eyes and became that very vicious supporting villain.

And that damned thing calling itself a system had told him that if he followed the original plot and successfully reached the original ending—jumping into the sea to kill himself—he would receive a ten-billion-yuan reward and spend the rest of his life carefree in a seaside villa.

Otherwise, the system would take back his life.

After hesitating again and again, Shen Ranxin had just signed the contract with it when the damn thing immediately clocked out and shut down. Over the past two weeks, it hadn't made a single sound.

With no other choice, Shen Ranxin could only diligently follow the plot according to his memories.

The original owner had debuted as a child star and had once been an immensely popular national idol, only to be dragged down by his birth family later on.

He took any job for money, so his reputation only grew worse and worse.

By the time Shen Ranxin transmigrated, the original owner had already become an eighteenth-tier celebrity drowning in scandals.

His legend still lived on in the entertainment world, but he himself no longer did.

Two weeks ago, he had accepted an assignment to join the dating show being filmed by the protagonist couple.

After all, everyone in the entertainment industry knew that he liked the protagonist bottom.

The production team had naturally brought an idol mired in scandals like him back onto the screen to serve as a whetstone on the protagonist couple's path to love.

Given the original owner's foolish and malicious personality, he could also generate plenty of buzz for the show.

But Shen Ranxin had read the original novel, after all. With such a cheat in hand, wouldn't following the original plot be a piece of cake?

Emperor Shen was brimming with confidence. On his first day with the production, he found Lu Zhi and initiated a private offline one-on-one showdown, threatening the male lead to quit the dating show in a public restroom with eight hidden cameras.

But... why did this feel somewhat different from the "bitter enemies with swords drawn" described in the original novel?

Shen Ranxin shook his head and pushed the suitcase placed by the restroom entrance forward a couple of steps.

Then he paused, walked back, looked at Lu Zhi's suitcase sitting beside it, and kicked it flying ten meters away.

Shen Ranxin felt much better.

Sure enough, vicious supporting villains like him were better suited to abandoning basic decency and enjoying a life of wickedness.

The contents of the suitcase scattered across the floor.

Besides several casual outfits, there were a few men's face masks, several bottles and jars of lotion, and...

A magazine printed with his face on the cover. When it opened, several little red square packets fell out.

Shen Ranxin: "?"