The night was ink-dark, the sudden rain pelting down.
In the hotel corridor, dense shadows rushed to kiss the young man's calves. Standing in the darkness, he nervously tugged down his little skirt-
A pleated skirt he had deliberately changed into to seduce the powerful villain Huo Yuzhou, so short it barely covered the tops of his thighs.
Nan Qing pushed the door open and went inside. Not daring to turn on the lights, he simply climbed onto the bed as quietly as he could.
The system had told him that in three minutes, the powerful villain would return from a social engagement, push open the door, and coldly watch the Bai family's young master, who had once bullied him, try to seduce him in a clumsy, disgusting manner.
Then he would knit his handsome brows, seize the vicious cannon fodder Nan Qing by the throat, choke him half to death, and throw him outside.
Outside, amid the torrential rain, Nan Qing, the fake young master who had lost everything, would be struck and sent flying by a speeding car, exiting the story for good.
This was Nan Qing's final plot sequence in this world.
After being crushed to death by a billboard, he had bound himself to the Vicious Cannon Fodder Trouble-Making System and entered this plane, where he had spent years stirring up trouble as a wealthy young master, maxing out everyone's hatred.
Now that the male lead, the real young master, had returned, his family had abandoned him. As long as he completed tonight's plot sequence, his mission would be a success.
The corridor was covered in thick carpeting, but for some reason, Nan Qing could faintly hear footsteps.
Dangerous, heavy, closing in step by step.
The young man nervously pressed his lips together in the darkness. With a click, the door latch sprang open, and a tall, straight figure stood in the doorway, backed by boundless darkness, inscrutable and dangerous.
As the door closed, the tall man stripped off his clothes while walking. He casually tossed his finely made suit jacket onto the sofa, his mechanical wristwatch catching glints of light with his movements. A large hand tugged his tie loose, revealing an attractive, sexy Adam's apple.
A moment later, one side of the mattress sank.
Nan Qing held his breath, but his fingertips accidentally knocked against a decoration by the head of the bed with a thunk.
The man turned his head.
"Who is it?"
Before Nan Qing could speak, a scorching hand abruptly closed around his ankle.
The heat of that palm seared his smooth, delicate skin. Nan Qing felt as though he had been burned, his cheeks blazing.
"M-me, it's me!"
The fingers around his ankle tightened. Nan Qing hurriedly spoke, drawing his calf inward.
But the man acted as though he had not recognized his voice, his large hand gripping Nan Qing's ankle without yielding an inch.
His rough fingertips brushed over the top of Nan Qing's foot, setting off a string of tingling tickles.
Nan Qing's face burned and his ears reddened, yet he still had to spare some attention to tug down his pitifully short skirt.
"Huo Yuzhou, it's me! I'm Nan Qing! Let go!"
Huo Yuzhou released him.
He was utterly indifferent, even his voice as cold as it had always been.
"Young Master Nan Qing, what do you want with me?"
At that question, the young man with burning cheeks finally remembered his mission.
The room was pitch-black, too dark to see, so he simply reached forward to feel around. After several attempts, he successfully found Huo Yuzhou's suit trousers.
Huo Yuzhou neither spoke nor stopped him.
Nan Qing did not need to think to know that the man must be watching him with that icy gaze, scrutinizing him with a look of disgust.
After all, Nan Qing had bullied him for so many years when he was down and out. It was only right that he hated him.
After a few slow, fumbling attempts, Nan Qing shamelessly straddled Huo Yuzhou's thighs.
Those firm thighs were sleek and solid, but a little uncomfortable to sit on.
Nan Qing shifted about until he found a comfortable position, wrapped both arms around the man's neck, and deliberately spoke in a sweet, cloying voice.
"Huo Yuzhou, you got back so late~"
Huo Yuzhou ignored him coldly. He had been drinking, too, and the faint scent of alcohol mingled with ebony and agarwood, suffusing even the air with danger.
He really hated me so much.
The young man sitting on his thighs pressed his red lips together, then started talking to himself again.
"Huo Yuzhou, why are you ignoring me? Have you forgotten me?"
A cold laugh sounded in the air, husky and magnetic.
"How would I dare forget you, young master?"
He was mocking me!
Nan Qing felt a chill at the back of his head.
Remembering the rumors of Huo Yuzhou's ruthless methods, Nan Qing's heart pounded. He was a little scared, but he persisted with his unreasonable argument.
"Huo Yuzhou, you don't blame me for what I did before, do you?"
"But you should reflect on yourself, too. If you hadn't kept disobeying me, I wouldn't have bullied you."
"Besides, if I hadn't bullied you back then, you probably wouldn't have become a capitalist worth hundreds of billions so quickly."
The young man's slender fingers brushed past the man's neck, his fingertips soft and tender as he cupped Huo Yuzhou's face.
He leaned closer, his voice sweet and his breath fragrant.
"Yuzhou, you should actually be thanking me."
He complained in that petulant tone, very, very softly.
His soft body unconsciously pressed closer to the man, like a vine twining around a tree.
In the darkness, the handsome man's expression remained unruffled. Only the lines of his profile were drawn tight.
"Is that so?"
The young man nestled against his chest murmured an assent, his lilting voice delivering his final lines in this plane.
"Of course. If you want to thank me, other ways are fine, too."
"I came right to your door of my own accord."
"Yuzhou, do you want me?"
In the plotline, after the vicious cannon fodder said this, Huo Yuzhou, who had always loathed him, would seize him viciously by the throat and choke him half to death.
Nan Qing also felt that his words were far too provocative, and he edged backward little by little.
But the next second, the man's large, well-defined hand closed around his neck, stopping him.
The cool yet aggressive scent of ebony and agarwood enveloped him. The palm covering his neck was scorching, as though an intensely hot flame were burning against his nape.
Nan Qing's little face went white with fright, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.
It's all right. Once he's done choking me, it'll be over.
Nan Qing encouraged himself very, very quietly, his heart pounding nonstop.
Outside, fierce winds howled and the sudden rain battered the windows. Only the room was terrifyingly quiet.
The man's rough fingertips brushed inch by inch along the side of his neck, like a venomous snake coiled in the darkness, flicking its tongue as it considered how to strangle its prey.
The drawn-out torment was especially unbearable. It lasted so long that Nan Qing's heart nearly leaped out of his throat, and his palms were covered in fine beads of sweat.
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out without warning, so close it seemed to be pressed against his ear.
Brimming with a sick, excited delight, it burst into his ear:
[So well-behaved.]
[So cute.]
[I want to dirty my wife so badly.]