Chapter 139

Chapter 139

The pair of eyes in the mirror vanished.

Yet Le Ziyou still recognized them—Chen Zui's were the only eyes he'd gotten a good look at before. The moment he confirmed it was indeed Chen Zui, he felt an odd sense of relief.

Perhaps not running into two perverts at once counted as a stroke of luck.

But that brief relief was quickly replaced by tension. His trapped index finger was being pushed inward bit by bit. Unable to look away from the mirror, he saw everything with horrifying clarity.

His hand, entirely beyond his control, moved forward steadily. One knuckle after another vanished at an alarming speed.

Le Ziyou was going insane!

Just how perverted Chen Zui was exceeded anything he could have imagined! He had always thought that a ghost could only do so much—sip a little of his yang energy or steal a few kisses at most. After all, a ghost without a physical form couldn’t get up to much.

But he never expected… this!

Because it was his own finger, he could feel everything with painful clarity—how it was instantly surrounded and squeezed tight, by a warmth that felt slightly hotter than his own skin.

Le Ziyou wanted to scream curses. This act was utterly shameless and depraved. But he couldn’t open his mouth, couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t even voice his fury.

All he could do was endure.

Watching helplessly as Chen Zui toyed with him!

And to make it worse, he couldn’t even see the culprit, leaving him to constantly imagine what expression Chen Zui had on his face right now—satisfaction, mockery, indifference, or something else entirely?

Chen Zui wasn’t even using his own hands to grip Le Ziyou’s. Instead, he controlled him with ghost qi, forcing Le Ziyou’s hand deeper. The Dark Transmigration Bureau’s rules forbade forcing the mission target against their will, but since it was Le Ziyou’s own hand moving, it technically didn’t violate the rules.

Ao Tian, with his visual perception shut off: "Let us understand the rules, find their loopholes, and then exploit them mercilessly. Perfect~"

Indeed, following the right host leads to a bright future.

Chen Zui was truly the easiest host it had ever served.

In the pitch-black bathroom, only the mirror above the sink glowed eerily. A naked man knelt on the sink, his face filled with shame and anger, yet his body remained as still as a statue. Something hidden in the darkness behind him was watching, staring intently.

The only moving part in this scene was a hand—a hand beyond the body’s control. Its index finger repeatedly appeared and disappeared, slowly at first, but at some point, the pace quickened to a speed no human could achieve.

All of this was reflected in the mirror.

Captured by a pair of eyes, initially filled with shame and anger but gradually growing dazed.

And also captured by another pair of eyes—lifeless and eerie with ghost qi.

The ghost qi entwined around Le Ziyou began to recede, and the statue-like body gained a little freedom. Though now free to move, it still trembled uncontrollably, beyond Le Ziyou’s command.

Perhaps it was because he had been crouching for too long and his legs had gone numb, or perhaps it was because…

Le Ziyou’s brows furrowed slightly. His head tilted back with each breath, but his eyes remained fixed on the mirror. There, he saw…

*

A watery sheen appearing around him.

Without Le Ziyou knowing, the ghost qi controlling his hand had also silently withdrawn.

Chen Zui watched with amusement as Le Ziyou’s hand continued moving on its own. Then, he returned Le Ziyou’s ability to speak.

The first sound that reached his ears was…

Incredibly lewd.

It took Le Ziyou a few moments of hearing his own voice to realize he could make sounds again. Gathering a sliver of focus, he began to curse: "Chen Zui, you bastard! You utter pervert! How could you do this to me! You might have no shame, but I do! I swear I’ll never forgive you!"

He shouted, though his voice trembled on a few syllables.

"Pervert."

A cold, monotone voice suddenly sounded by Le Ziyou’s ear.

Even though he knew Chen Zui was there, Le Ziyou still jumped, startled, then grew even angrier: "You are a pervert! You damned perverted ghost! You deserve to burn in the eighteenth level of—"

Before he could finish, Chen Zui cut him off: "Your hand is moving on its own."

Even in that icy tone, a hint of mockery was audible.

Le Ziyou’s mind went blank at this information, but his hand didn’t stop.

What?

His hand was moving on its own? No, it couldn’t be—Chen Zui was controlling him.

He thought this as he looked at his hand in the mirror. The other fingers, responding to his brain’s command to verify the truth, suddenly curled inward.

Le Ziyou: !

It really was his hand moving on its own!

The moment he realized this, his instinct to chase that climax made his hand thrust forward violently!

He tumbled off the sink.

It was only then that Chen Zui stepped forward, catching him in his arms.

Le Ziyou didn’t hit the floor, but he left streaks on the mirror as he slid down slowly.

Chen Zui watched Le Ziyou, still riding the waves of pleasure, leaned close to his parted lips, and drew in a deep breath of yang energy. Then, he returned that breath to Le Ziyou.

He drew it in slowly, but returned it fiercely, all at once.

As a result, Le Ziyou, already in a highly sensitive state, shook like a leaf.

His hands reached out toward Chen Zui as if begging for help, but he grasped nothing, fueling his anxiety and frustration.

This time, Chen Zui was particularly cruel. He coldly watched his prey, repeatedly drawing out yang energy only to return it, watching as tears brought on by the overwhelming sensation welled up in Le Ziyou’s eyes and dripped down, watching as he just…

Trembling, he rose unsteadily, trapped in this state, pushed almost to the brink of endurance.

Le Ziyou’s hand, which had been reaching for Chen Zui, fell instead onto his own chest, over his heart. The relentless waves of pleasure made that hand clench tightly. He couldn’t touch Chen Zui, but in that moment, he was indeed gripping Chen Zui’s heart—though he didn’t know it.

His eyelashes, wet with tears, stuck together in clumps. Finally, he managed to utter fragmented words: "Chen Zui… I—I’m going to die…"

Chen Zui studied him for a moment, then released more ghost qi, allowing Le Ziyou to faintly perceive his form. He embraced Le Ziyou, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Sorry."

"I was in a bad mood today."

If Le Ziyou had any strength left, he would have beaten Chen Zui to death. You had a bad mood, so you took it out on me? Well, I’m in a bad mood too!

But in his actions, he clung tightly to Chen Zui, who he could finally touch.

The feeling of not being able to touch anything was unbearable.

Le Ziyou's body still trembled from time to time; he had been forcibly immersed in pleasure for too long.

That sensation was truly overwhelming.

Chen Zui carried him under the shower, cleaned him up, and then carried the still-weak man out.

This time, Chen Zui didn't leave; instead, he lay down holding Le Ziyou.

He buried his head in Le Ziyou's head, no longer sucking his yang energy, simply inhaling his scent, while his hand patted Le Ziyou's back gently.

Le Ziyou's body gradually returned to normal.

But Le Ziyou didn't dare move recklessly. Although Chen Zui seemed gentle at this moment, he hadn't forgotten how malicious this guy had been earlier. Moreover, he was a ghost—capricious and one who could easily kill him.

If he had treated him so harshly just because he was in a bad mood today, what would he do if he were in an even worse mood someday? Dismember him? Skin him and eat his flesh?

So, even though he was being treated gently now, Le Ziyou didn't lose his head and think Chen Zui was a good ghost. On the contrary, he felt afraid of Chen Zui again. Actually, after Chen Zui had helped him take revenge on the master, Le Ziyou hadn't been very afraid of him, but now the fear had returned.

Because he didn't know when or how Chen Zui would treat him next.

This uncertainty and his own powerlessness made him afraid.

He still needed to find a way to break free from Chen Zui. Le Ziyou lay with his eyes open, staring at Chen Zui's chest, which filled out his shirt. Most of the so-called masters out there were likely fakes; he would have to go to a major temple.

Chen Zui must die.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't live to a ripe old age.

Moreover, Chen Zui had controlled his body to do such a shameful thing! It was utterly humiliating! A disgrace!

As Le Ziyou stared at the chest muscles before him, his mind raced. Belatedly, he realized he could actually touch Chen Zui's body, meaning Chen Zui might not necessarily be in a ghostly form.

Originally, he had thought that as a ghost, Chen Zui would at most suck his yang energy. But Chen Zui had used his hand, which was beyond his imagination. Yet, he could also make his body tangible. If that were the case, then wouldn't...

His eyes drifted downward.

So, that thing could also be touched.

So, he could really do him!

Le Ziyou was stunned.

Chen Zui said, "Go to sleep."

Le Ziyou, frightened, quickly closed his eyes, his heart pounding nervously. In such a short time, despite being held by a ghost, he was sweating.

No.

Chen Zui must die!

Otherwise, he would be done to death!

"System connected. Hello, I am the Transmigration Bureau System. Please remain calm and do not reveal my presence, lest the person beside you detects it."

A strange mechanical voice sounded in his head. Le Ziyou's eyelids twitched, but he resisted opening them. What was that? Was it Chen Zui's doing?

"We don't have much time. Let me explain quickly: you are the protagonist of a novel. The Chen Zui beside you is an incredibly evil villain. Our Transmigration Bureau has fought him multiple times, but unfortunately, the previous system lacked resolve and, after repeated failures, was turned by Chen Zui and betrayed the bureau."

"Currently, Chen Zui has been classified by our bureau as an S-level dangerous criminal. For S-level criminals, we choose to avoid direct confrontation to prevent casualties. You are facing such a dangerous individual, but we will provide you with assistance to help you evade him."

Le Ziyou didn't fully understand most of what it said, but he gathered that Chen Zui was no good.

He agreed with that.

Le Ziyou focused on the last sentence and asked nervously, "Can you help me avoid him?"

"Yes, I will load a stealth package specifically for Chen Zui. From then on, he will never be able to find you again."

Having been tricked by a fake master in a moment of desperation before, Le Ziyou was more cautious this time: "What do I have to give in return?"

"You'll have to move again, since Chen Zui knows you live here."

"That's it? Nothing else? No money? No tasks?"

"Just make sure Chen Zui never finds you."

Le Ziyou felt like his streak of bad luck had finally ended, and good fortune was beginning to smile upon him. It was like manna from heaven: "When will you load the package?"

"Now."

"So soon!"

Le Ziyou was extremely expectant, so excited that his eyes beneath his eyelids darted around.

"Stealth package installation complete. Congratulations on embarking on a new life without Chen Zui."

Hearing this, Le Ziyou nearly cried, though he had already shed all his tears earlier.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Le Ziyou called out to the elusive system.

System: "Is there anything else?"

Le Ziyou: "Can you let me see what Chen Zui looks like before you go?"

The system was quite accommodating and directly projected an image of Chen Zui into Le Ziyou's mind: "Well, this is what he looks like."

"I'm leaving. You have 15 minutes to get out of here. He is currently unconscious."

"System unbound."

Le Ziyou showed no reaction to the system's departure; his mind was filled with the image of Chen Zui he had just seen.

His heart—pounded.

He was so handsome!

It's just a pity he was a pervert!

But still, so handsome—so handsome that he swallowed several times, as if seeing a delicious meal—he was craving.

It took him a while to come to his senses. He called out to the system a few times but received no response. It seemed to have disappeared.

He pushed Chen Zui's face aside for the moment—no matter how handsome he was, he was still a freak. He couldn’t be so silly as to be bewitched by just a face.

He peeked open his eyes, only to see those chest muscles that made him wanna grab them hard.

He took a deep breath and sneakily lifted his head. Though he could only see a blurry face, he could already imagine it clearly. Le Ziyou didn’t know why, but the corners of his mouth kept wanting to curl upward.

Chen Zui’s eyes were closed, and he showed no reaction to Le Ziyou’s movements. To confirm whether he was truly unconscious, Le Ziyou reached out and placed his hand on those chest muscles he’d been dying to touch.

He gave a good, hard squeeze.

Chen Zui didn’t wake up, but he could still be faking it. Thinking this, Le Ziyou sneakily gave a pinch to Chen Zui’s nipple.

Even through the shirt.

Chen Zui still showed no reaction. Le Ziyou let out a wicked little laugh, sat up completely, looking pretty damn pleased with himself.

He patted Chen Zui’s face and said, "You punk, always scaring me and bullying me. Now who’s got who?"

Then he started pinching Chen Zui’s cheeks. "Go on, act so tough now."

He pushed his finger against Chen Zui’s nose, making a pig nose, which delighted Le Ziyou to no end. "Serves you right for bullying me. Karma’s a bitch, huh?"

But just playing around like this wasn’t enough.

Le Ziyou huffed and puffed to get Chen Zui naked. Even through the blur, he could tell how ripped Chen Zui was. Le Ziyou, with not a muscle in sight, felt both envy and jealousy. He groped Chen Zui’s chest muscles and pinched his abs.

"Tsk."

"What’s the use of a ghost having such a good body?"

He muttered, jealous, then his eyes wandered down...

He couldn’t help but make a face.

Out of curiosity, he even lifted it a couple times. Wow, it was really heavy. Didn’t Chen Zui get tired hauling this around all the time? His hand unconsciously gave it a squeeze. Even though Chen Zui was a ghost, the texture wasn’t bad—cool and firm, like a big ice pop.

Le Ziyou began to wonder: Do ghosts have feelings? Did he have… supplies stored up?

He glanced at Chen Zui’s face, his hand already getting to work without thinking. He swore he was just curious.

Le Ziyou went to town on it for quite a while, but whether it was because Chen Zui was unconscious or because he was a ghost and wasn't working, there was no reaction.

He felt a bit disappointed. He gave it a sympathetic rub, partly to make it feel better and partly because he genuinely thought it was a blast—especially in the middle of summer.

"System connected."

"There’s one thing I forgot to tell you. Your fated person is someone named Xu Shuhuai... What are you doing?!"

The system’s roar made Le Ziyou’s head ring. He hadn’t expected it to come back, much less to be caught red-handed. His eyes darted around nervously as he said, "I was trying to see if I could rub some warmth into him. It’s an experiment with scientific significance?"

He awkwardly and guiltily withdrew his hand.

Even a ghost wouldn’t believe such a lame excuse, and the system was no exception. "Hurry up and leave! You only have three minutes left!"

Hearing he only had three minutes, Le Ziyou immediately freaked out. He dressed as quickly as possible and started packing his things. This time, the system didn’t leave immediately—it had to make sure Le Ziyou actually left this place.

Otherwise, who knew what he might do once it was gone? He might even use his mouth.

The system suppressed its anger. Every mission target who came into contact with Chen Zui ended up... ended up...

Ah...

The system could only sigh.

Le Ziyou slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked toward Chen Zui.

The system was alert, "What are you doing?"

Le Ziyou, "I want to spank him four times."

This would be his only chance.

But the system didn’t believe for a second that this was about revenge. He was clearly just obsessed with Chen Zui’s body!

"You’re out of time. You only have one minute left. Chen Zui will chase after you the moment he wakes up. Do you want to be caught by him?"

Le Ziyou did not. He gave up, disappointed, his only chance for revenge, picked up his safe box, and headed for the door.

At the very last second before leaving, he glanced back at Chen Zui.

Goodbye.

Goodbye forever.

Le Ziyou took the elevator and bolted out of the neighborhood, afraid Chen Zui would catch up with him.

Actually, the system had lied to him. Chen Zui wouldn’t wake up for another four minutes. But the system didn’t want Le Ziyou and Chen Zui to spend another second together.

Le Ziyou got into a taxi. He had only brought important items and a few pieces of clothing. He’d have to rent another place and buy everything all over again. This was really going to set him back a lot.

But ditching Chen Zui made it all worth it.

——

Chen Zui regained consciousness. His arms were empty, but he showed no reaction.

He remained calm, as though even the biggest thing wasn’t a big deal to him.

Ao Tian, "I’m sorry. I wasn’t vigilant enough and got ambushed by the Transmigration Bureau."

Chen Zui sat up and began putting his clothes back on, piece by piece. "We’re partners. It’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize to me. Are you okay?"

Ao Tian, "I’m fine, but there’s one thing that’s going to be tricky."

Chen Zui, "What is it?"

Ao Tian, "I can’t sense where Le Ziyou is anymore."

Chen Zui fastened the top button of his shirt. "Do you think I was too harsh on him?"

He suddenly changed the subject. Ao Tian thought for a moment. "Not at all. You have such a good personality—how could you do anything harsh to anyone? When he was scammed, you stood up for him. You even helped him shower earlier, patted him to sleep, and helped him save on electricity. You’ve been very good to him."

Chen Zui nodded. "In that case, it was wrong of him to run off."

Ao Tian agreed with this statement. "Yes, it’s his fault."

Anyway, no matter what, it would never be its host’s fault.

As for why Le Ziyou went to find that master? Why did Le Ziyou need Chen Zui to bathe him?

Ao Tian didn't care about the reasons, only the results—results favorable to Chen Zui.

——

Le Ziyou didn't rush to rent a new apartment right away. He was afraid what the system said might be wrong, and if Chen Zui came looking for him again, renting a place would be a waste. So, he checked into a hotel instead.

However, five days had passed, and Chen Zui was still nowhere to be seen.

Le Ziyou gradually started to relax. It seemed Chen Zui really couldn't find him this time. That night, he left the hotel and went to the nearby snack street, bought some food, and grabbed two cans of beer to take back.

He couldn't hold his liquor; just two beers were enough to make him tipsy. As soon as he closed his eyes, Chen Zui’s face—so handsome it made his mouth water—appeared in his mind.

Le Ziyou licked his lips.

His mind began recalling Chen Zui’s physique, and as he reminisced, he remembered what happened that night in the bathroom. His body grew restless.

His hand was already in position, ready for some manual work.

But even after a while, he wasn’t getting anywhere. Something was wrong—completely wrong.

He’d done it the same way before, but now it just wasn’t working. It wasn't doing it for him.

Frowning, his face flushed with drink, Le Ziyou’s breathing grew heavy with frustration.

It shouldn’t be like this. It should feel really good.

He tilted his head back, mouth open, hazily expecting someone to take his yang energy away and then give it back with force.

But no one did.

No one at all.

Le Ziyou grew incredibly worked up. Chen Zui’s face kept flashing through his mind, followed by the image of the bathroom mirror. His hand actually moved downwards.

*

The moment his hand made contact, Le Ziyou’s eyes snapped open. He seemed much more awake now, jerking his hand back in panic and staring at it as if it didn’t belong to him.

After a moment, Le Ziyou’s voice, full of resentment, echoed in the room.

“Chen Zui!”

“You’ve ruined me!”

Frustrated, he threw a series of punches at the air, then pulled the covers over himself with a scowl, staring at the ceiling light.

It was bad enough that Chen Zui kept appearing in his dreams these past few days, but now he had to show up at a time like this.

“Ahhh!!!”

“Just leave me alone!”

Le Ziyou was going crazy, tossing and turning in bed.

——

The next day, Le Ziyou checked out with dark circles under his eyes and rented a new apartment.

He contacted Mi Jin: “I’ve moved. Come over for a housewarming. I want hot pot.”

Mi Jin: “Moving again? What, are you touring the country to sleep around?”

Le Ziyou pursed his lips: “Buy an extra couple packs of meat. I need to replenish properly. Oh, and buy a pot too.”

After saying this, Le Ziyou ended the call with Mi Jin quickly.

Mi Jin: Huh? Did he just tell me to buy a pot at the end?

Going to his place for hot pot, and I have to buy the meat and the pot?

Mi Jin: “What kind of sucker do I look like?”

Twenty minutes later, he knocked on Le Ziyou’s door, carrying a pot, meat, and vegetables.

Le Ziyou opened the door and took the things from his hands.

Mi Jin: “I bought the stuff, you handle the prep.”

Le Ziyou: “Don’t worry, I’ve got that much self-awareness.”

He carried the items to the kitchen.

Mi Jin looked around Le Ziyou’s newly rented apartment—another small one-bedroom, one-bath unit: “Why’d you move out of the last place again?”

Le Ziyou: “It didn't suit my vibes.”

Mi Jin sat on the sofa, opened a can of beer, and started drinking: “What temperature did you set the AC to? It’s so cold in here.”

He picked up the remote and pressed it—it showed 28 degrees, not low at all.

“Cold my ass, are you getting soft?” Le Ziyou washed the vegetables. He actually felt hot, but to save money, he hadn’t set the AC too low. Once again, he thought of Chen Zui.

Even Chen Zui’s “big brother” was a cooling agent.

Mi Jin didn’t know what was wrong with himself lately; he always felt cold, and entering this air-conditioned room made it worse. Probably a sign of an oncoming cold—summer colds are always especially nasty.

Le Ziyou busied himself for a while, brought out the ingredients one by one, and soon the pot was boiling. The two started eating.

Mi Jin: “What about that lover of yours?”

Le Ziyou choked: “What lover?”

Mi Jin: “If you don’t have a lover, who mauled your mouth like that before?”

He fished out a piece of meat, brought it to his mouth, then put it down: “Damn, you’re not into one-night stands, are you? That’s pretty trendy. Be careful not to catch something.”

Le Ziyou remembered and lowered his head guiltily to pick up some meat: “That was from eating spicy strips.”

The two dug into the hot pot enthusiastically, drinking a little alcohol. Le Ziyou soon was getting buzzed. Leaning back with his hands on the floor, his body still swayed a bit.

He looked at Mi Jin sitting on the opposite sofa and grinned foolishly.

“Mi Jin.”

“I’m free!”

Mi Jin didn’t understand this sudden, nonsensical statement.

And on the other end of the sofa, Chen Zui was seated there. It didn’t matter that Ao Tian couldn’t detect Le Ziyou; he could easily find Le Ziyou, whether via Mi Jin or the hospital.

He wants to escape.

What a childish and naive thought.

That Transmigration Bureau is utterly foolish.

Chen Zui looked at the grinning Le Ziyou, whose smile was so happy.

He really wants to get away from me.

At this moment, Chen Zui hesitated a little, maybe he should let him go.

The truth was, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh on Le Ziyou, and he didn’t understand why himself.

Sending him to a new world for a mission.

That wasn't out of the question.

The smile on Le Ziyou’s face gradually faded, and he looked a little dumbfounded, muttering, "But I miss him a little bit."

He raised his hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together: "Just this much... a tiny bit..."

Chen Zui raised an eyebrow silently.

He dismissed the thought he'd just had.

No, he definitely had to be caught.