Chapter 1 Cheated On by the Scum for the 101st Time 1

Chapter 1: Cheated On for the 101st Time by the Scumbag 1

"Ding! Target character detected: Villain Ye Chen!"

"Ding! Current villain corruption level: 99.99%!"

When Yan Bai regained consciousness, he felt his body burning with heat. Desire had overridden his mind, driven purely by physical instinct.

He was in an extremely humiliating position, groveling at a man's feet as if begging for his pity.

His mind cleared for a moment.

He looked up.

A man stood towering over him. The room was dimly lit, but he could make out the man's sharply defined features and icy, disdainful gaze.

Yan Bai opened his mouth to speak, but his own voice startled him.

"Who are you?"

His voice was soft and weak, laced with unfulfilled desire.

The man's voice was low, laced with mockery.

"Weren't you the one telling the whole academy you liked me every day? Don't recognize me now?"

"I'm Ye Chen."

Yan Bai's mind was in chaos. A torrent of foreign memories flooded his mind, sending his briefly clear thoughts back into chaos.

"What did you give me? You..."

The man suddenly leaned down, gripping Yan Bai's fine chin and staring into his eyes, his voice cold and heavy.

"Just something to make you obedient. Did you really think I'd want to touch you? I only wanted to see you groveling like a dog!

See that camera over there?

Your little performance is all on tape."

Yan Bai tilted his head slightly. In the dim light, a tripod stood nearby, a camera mounted on top with a small red light blinking.

Yan Bai was furious. The Demon Lord had never suffered such humiliation in his long life!

He slapped the man across the face out of nowhere, but the blow was weak and soft, almost like a gentle caress.

Furious at his own lack of strength, Yan Bai was seething with curses.

Ye Chen was stunned.

For a moment, Yan Bai seemed... off. Wasn't he always playing the gentle, soft type?

Seeing his expression, Yan Bai let out a cold, breathless laugh.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Ye Chen...

Yan Bai mustered all his strength to take a step back, sitting on the carpet with his back against the large bed behind him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Though physically at a disadvantage, his aura was undiminished, radiating a disdain that seemed to look down upon the world.

Beneath him was a soft, long-pile carpet. The man before him was a tempting sight.

The hunger in his body intensified.

The Demon Lord could certainly take care of himself.

But...

Why should he?

The instigator before him looked pretty damn good. Even knowing it was a trap, Yan Bai decided to take the plunge.

"You'd better pray you never fall into my hands one day, or I'll end you..."

Ye Chen stared at the defiant young man before him.

The youth was beautiful, with delicate, ethereal features. His fair face was flushed with lust, dotted with beads of sweat like dew on jade petals.

Tempting...

Yet now, the young man's face was full of arrogance, looking down on him with unyielding defiance.

Gazing at the youth whose eyes glistened with unshed tears yet feigned ferocity, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable urge to conquer him. His voice unconsciously took on a hint of desire.

"But right now, it seems only I can end you."

Yan Bai sneered coldly, tearing open the first two buttons of his collar.

"What are you waiting for? If you're not man enough, get lost! The rent boys I call move faster than you!"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire. No man could stand for them.

Ye Chen crouched down, grabbed Yan Bai by the collar, lifted him onto the bed, and pinned him beneath him. His face was inches away, his voice low, his words carrying a hint of suggestion.

"Let me show you if I'm a man or not..."

A charged atmosphere filled the air, growing thick and heavy, saturated with the musky scent that made hearts race and faces flush.

Tears welled in the corners of Yan Bai's eyes, tracing glistening arcs down his cheeks.

Falling, shattering...

In every lucid moment, he'd manage to curse Ye Chen.

"Is that all you've got?"

Ye Chen barked a laugh, unable to bear such doubt!

He proved it only with action.

Ye Chen had no patience for bickering.

The long-pile carpet on the floor was pushed into two crumpled folds, emitting fragmented sounds like the misty rain of Jiangnan in the depths of autumn...

Ye Chen wiped away the tears sliding from the corners of Yan Bai's eyes, his voice low and seductive.

"Don't cry out, weren't you so tough-talking?"

Yan Bai's eyes, usually shimmering, were now misted over, with a pitiful, helpless look.

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Powerless, Yan Bai finally said something sweet.

The air gradually eased, and Yan Bai, worn out from the tumult, fell asleep.

Ye Chen stopped, gazing down at the sweat-dampened beauty before him, his fingers tracing the perfect contour of his cheek.

A touch of tenderness.

A hint of pity...

But suddenly, he realized his own moment of weakness, snatching his hand back as if scalded. He got off the bed and headed for the shower.

When he returned, he saw Yan Bai lying on the bed like a discarded rag doll, covered in red marks, looking utterly pitiful.

Ye Chen paused before finally turning back to fetch a warm towel, gently cleaning his body, only to discover Yan Bai had a low fever.

Ye Chen had done his research beforehand, knowing that inexperience often led to fever.

How could Yan Bai be inexperienced?

Hadn't he been off and on with He Zixuan for years?

It should have happened long ago.

Recalling the earlier process, certain signs seemed to confirm that Yan Bai was indeed untouched.

Before he could dwell on it, likely from the cool towel, Yan Bai woke up.

Another wave of heat surged, and Yan Bai instinctively wrapped around him.

Ye Chen asked cautiously,

"Yan Bai, you... haven't been with He Zixuan before?"

Yan Bai's consciousness was hazy, but he still knew how to answer,

"Is He Zixuan even worthy of me?"

Ye Chen was flooded with a mix of emotions—surprise, guilt, and seemingly a spark of delight...

Ye Chen lowered his head and, for the first time, kissed Yan Bai's lips, soft and tender.

This time, he was much gentler, and Yan Bai responded passionately, the room quickly heating up again...

Spent from the frenzy, too lazy to deal with Ye Chen any longer, he pushed him away, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep once more.

Left in an awkward state, he was just left hanging there.

He looked down with a self-mocking glance, gently biting Yan Bai's nape,

"So heartless, leaving me like this!"

Biting soon gave way to light kisses on the smooth, fragrant skin of Yan Bai's back.

Ye Chen adored Yan Bai's exquisite skin.

It was delicate and smooth, fragrant and sweet, utterly irresistible.

When Ye Chen, somewhat guiltily, released Yan Bai, Yan Bai's voice drifted over,

"Scumbag, get lost."

Ye Chen's ears instantly flushed bright red...