Chapter 18

Chapter 18

In the dimly lit alley, a man was pinned against the wall by another man, being kissed domineeringly and fiercely.

It felt more like a battle than a kiss.

After a moment of shock, Jiang Mo wanted to bite off the creep’s tongue, but the other was prepared—his hand gripping Jiang Mo's neck moved up to clamp his jaw, and squeezed hard.

The pain nearly made Jiang Mo cry out; his jawbone felt like it was about to be crushed. His mouth was forced open, becoming the creep's playground, completely at his mercy.

Jiang Mo began kicking and punching the pervert again, but the leg he kicked out was easily knocked aside by Chen Zui, who then pinned his own leg against Jiang Mo's—

—

—between his legs, clinging tightly so that however long Jiang Mo's legs might be, he couldn't kick him.

As for the hands beating against him, Chen Zui casually grabbed one and let the other continue pounding, as if it were a free massage.

Chen Zui stared at Jiang Mo's pained and humiliated face, dragging out the tongue Jiang Mo tried to retract, exposing it to the air, tangling with it, biting it lightly or harshly.

It was downright obscene.

The hand that had been gripping Chen Zui pressed him against the wall, long fingers following the pulse at Jiang Mo's wrist, slowly moving toward his palm, tracing the delicate lines to pry open Jiang Mo's tightly clenched hand.

Then, forcefully sliding between his fingers.

At the moment their fingers interlocked, Chen Zui cut off Jiang Mo's air completely. The man who had been resisting earlier went limp from suffocation.

As if obediently leaning into his embrace.

Chen Zui still didn’t let go immediately. He reveled in how Jiang Mo’s instinct for self-preservation made him actively offer his tongue into Chen Zui’s mouth in search of oxygen. When Jiang Mo tried to scavenge even a bit of air, Chen Zui simply treated it as if they were sharing a passionate kiss.

Only when Jiang Mo’s tongue became less agile did Chen Zui finally release him, slowly pulling away until only a thin string of saliva connected them.

Jiang Mo, like a desperate creature, gasped for air through his red, swollen lips. The moment the string of saliva broke, it startled him into a shiver, his eyes dazed and utterly foolish.

This reaction was quite adorable.

Chen Zui released his grip on Jiang Mo’s chin, raising his hand to ruffle Jiang Mo’s hair a couple times.

"Stay hidden, little mouse," he said.

With these words, he let go of the man whose first kiss he had stolen, turned, and ran toward the other end of the alley, quickly disappearing from sight.

Jiang Mo leaned against the wall, feeling so weak he nearly slumped to the ground.

"Over there!"

Jiang Mo jolted, turning to look. It was Xiao Hang’s men, still chasing after him. He had no time to process being forcibly French-kissed—staggering as he ran forward, weaving through alleyways just to shake off his pursuers.

Chen Zui sat in a coffee shop, waiting leisurely.

Outside the window, a disheveled, panicked figure ran past—the little mouse still searching for a hiding place.

Ao Tian: "Aren’t you afraid he’ll get caught again?"

Chen Zui: "Respect others’ destiny."

Ao Tian: "If you help him now as Mr. Chen, you’ll definitely gain favorability."

Chen Zui: "Do you know what too many coincidences are?"

Ao Tian: "It’s destiny!"

Ao Tian: "*^_^*"

Chen Zui smiled: "It’s calculated manipulation."

His coffee arrived, and Chen Zui took a leisurely sip. Too many coincidences might make Jiang Mo suspicious. Although he wasn’t afraid of Jiang Mo discovering he was the one threatening him, it wasn’t time to be exposed yet.

He had to wait until the favorability reached 70%.

Chen Zui set down his coffee cup: "Actually, I’m curious—why not 100%?"

Ao Tian: "Heh, I’ve been waiting for you to ask this question. Finally! I’ve been dying to tell you. Well, our Dark Transmigration Bureau considered the difficulty of reaching 100%, and since we’re only here to help the host oppose the Transmigration Bureau, the director thought there was no need to make things too hard for the host. 70% is already quite high, so that’s the number we settled on."

Ao Tian: "The director also said our Dark Transmigration Bureau isn’t here to block the host’s path—we’re allies, comrades who can trust each other with our backs!"

Chen Zui wanted to say that Ao Tian didn’t have a back, but he didn’t want to spoil the mood: "Your director sounds pretty good."

Ao Tian: "Of course~"

After finishing his coffee, Chen Zui ambled over to Jiang Mo’s residence. It was past eleven when Jiang Mo finally returned, hurrying along while constantly glancing back.

Waiting at the entrance of the stairwell, Chen Zui had to smile at the thought of what he was about to do.

Jiang Mo’s night had been harrowing—almost caught by Xiao Hang and discovered by Chen Xiu, then violated by that creep… He was too ashamed and angry to even recall that part.

Finally back at his building, he felt the tension finally leave his body.

Trudging forward into the entrance, before the sensor light could turn on, he was shoved against the wall again in the darkness.

He was furious and annoyed.

"Goddamn it, enough already!"

The next second, his cursing mouth was blocked, and a peach-flavored hard candy was delivered into his mouth by an agile, insistent tongue.

In the darkness, the sound of the candy clicking against teeth repeated, each tap quickening his heartbeat.

It was sweet.

The candy was very sweet.

Jiang Mo tried to stay focused, but his resistance just seemed like playful resistance under the other’s dominance.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, followed by Chen Zui’s voice. For a moment, Jiang Mo was too stunned to even resist, rooted to the spot.

Chen Zui: "Good work, Ao Tian. Impressive."

Ao Tian: "Not bad, not bad—third best among all systems~"

Jiang Mo was stunned, accidentally swallowing the largely melted candy. Chen Zui stopped kissing so fiercely, instead affectionately pecking at his lips, teasing with light pressure.

Jiang Mo strained to hear the voices outside.

"If Xiao Hang wants to meet, I definitely have time."

He listened, already picturing the scene outside—Boss Chen was probably on the phone with Xiao Hang, his voice drawing closer and closer, nearing the doorway.

If Mr. Chen were to see this scene...

He didn’t dare imagine it.

Stopping this creep by force was impossible. Jiang Mo hesitated for a moment, his face flushed with shame, and whispered pleadingly, "Let me go first, someone’s coming."

Chen Zui continued to lick his lips: "I hear that—your old thing. Guess what—"

"He’s not!"

"Mr. Chen isn’t my... Don’t insult Mr. Chen!"

"Insult?"

Chen Zui chuckled softly.

His hands, cupping Jiang Mo’s head, gently pinched and played with his earlobes: "In a situation like this, even if I killed him, what could you do about it?"

Jiang Mo stiffened all over: "How dare you!"

He gritted his teeth.

Chen Zui’s footsteps paused just outside the doorway, only one step away.

"Tomorrow? Sure, let’s make it tomorrow. This collaboration has been going very smoothly."

Chen Zui laughed lightly.

"You’re too kind, Mr. Xiao. I wouldn’t dare take all the credit."

Jiang Mo was terrified. After uttering those words—"How dare you"—he could feel a killing intent emanating from the pervert.

Chen Zui leaned close to Jiang Mo’s ear: "We'll see about that."

He made as if to leave.

Jiang Mo quickly grabbed him: "Don’t go! I—I said the wrong thing..."

Chen Zui glanced at him with a smirk.

"Mistakes have consequences, baby."

Jiang Mo was close to giving in: "What do you want me to do?"

Chen Zui gently rubbed his earlobe, enunciating each word: "Suck. Me. Off."

Jiang Mo’s eyes widened in disbelief!

He thought he might go deaf.

Outside, Chen Zui said: "This collaboration has gone so smoothly thanks to your company’s capable employees, especially that Jiang Mo."

Hearing his name, Jiang Mo’s pupils trembled.

Ao Tian: "Affection +45!"

Jiang Mo’s heart raced. Mr. Chen, as the big boss of the collaborating company, had actually mentioned him to Xiao Hang and praised his work abilities.

What a great guy.

Chen Zui: "Unwilling? Fine, I’ll go kill him right now."

He released Jiang Mo’s ear and pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket.

Jiang Mo grabbed him again. The man lowered his head, fighting an internal battle, but ultimately chose Mr. Chen’s safety and gave in.

"I—I’ll do it."

Chen Zui smirked, pulling Jiang Mo under the staircase. Jiang Mo, a 180cm-tall man, couldn’t stand up straight, but crouching would work.

Chen Zui bent over, pushing down on Jiang Mo’s shoulders as he forced him lower: "You can try biting me. Let’s see what Chen Zui says if he finds out."

He laughed.

Like a demon.

Crouching, Jiang Mo slowly released his bitten lip and began to unlock the food.

Chen Zui had already gotten the rules from Ao Tian—anything was allowed as long as it wasn’t forcing himself on Jiang Mo against his will.

In that case.

Why not enjoy it?

Even in the darkness, the outline of the object left Jiang Mo utterly bewildered.

It was, like its owner, a huge thing.

Jiang Mo hesitated to open his mouth.

Chen Zui: "Don’t test my patience."

Jiang Mo looked up at the pervert, trying to see through the mask to his face. If he could, he would curse him for all eternity!

He lowered his head again, closed his eyes, and pretended it was inedible meat.

With that thought, he took him into his mouth.

It was difficult, even with his mouth stretched wide open.

Chen Zui’s eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure, his large hand gripping the back of Jiang Mo’s head to guide him.

"Alright, see you tomorrow." Outside the doorway, Chen Zui hung up. Jiang Mo heard footsteps approaching and was so frightened his throat tightened. The hand on his head tightened its grip instinctively.

From his angle, Jiang Mo could clearly see Chen Zui’s shadow on the ground.

Ao Tian: Fake assurance perfect.

Just as Chen Zui was about to go up the stairs, he received another call and paused again.

On one side of the staircase, the Mr. Chen that Jiang Mo cared about was talking business on a phone call.

Under the staircase, Jiang Mo was taking him in his mouth, careful not to make even a swallowing sound, letting drool run and wet his collar.

If anyone passed by the doorway, they would see nothing there—but Jiang Mo didn’t know this.

Chen Zui’s call lasted a long time. Occasionally, he stepped closer to the staircase. One more step, and they would be exposed.

Frightened, Jiang Mo accidentally bit down lightly on the pervert.

The pervert’s response was to thrust forward hard.

Crouching, Jiang Mo lost his balance and fell to his knees. The shadow that had almost approached them turned away.