The day after tomorrow arrived in the blink of an eye.
Qin Chuan, carrying a backpack and wearing a mask and cap, hurried to the front desk of the Mingchuan Hotel. “Sir, may I check in?”
“No, I’m looking for someone. Mr. Gong in room 404 should have left a room key card for me.”
The front desk clerk checked the computer and smiled, handing over a key card. “Yes, sir. This is the card Mr. Gong left for you. Please take it.”
“Thank you.”
Taking the key card, Qin Chuan’s mood was buoyant. Unable to wait, he hurried into the elevator and went to the room specified in the message. The moment he swiped the door open and locked eyes with the handsome man sitting by the window looking at him, Qin Chuan’s heart began to pound rapidly, his throat tight with nervousness.
“You’re here.”
Gong Ze sat with his legs crossed. On the small tea table beside him were two empty glasses and a bottle of red wine. Seeing Qin Chuan, he narrowed his eyes, curled his lips, and tapped the table. “Come over and have a drink with me.”
“…O-okay.”
Holding his breath, Qin Chuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He closed the door behind him and walked to the sofa across from Gong Ze, sitting down. He took the initiative to play the role of the server, picking up the wine decanter and pouring wine for both of them. As he did so, his eyes couldn’t help but stare fixedly at the man who captivated him.
“Gulp.”
He quietly swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.
Pasting on his practiced smile to disguise his desire, he unobtrusively wiped the sweat from his palms and handed a glass to Gong Ze.
“I brought some nice outfits. You’re sure to like them.”
“…” Gong Ze glanced at the backpack by his feet. The curve of his lips widened.
Those long, narrow eyes, seemingly full of danger and seduction, settled on Qin Chuan’s face. He wore a knowing smile. “It seems Mr. Qin really knows how to play and understands my tastes well. But I’ll just wear my suit. You can keep those for yourself.”
Hearing this, a surge of heat rushed through Qin Chuan’s heart. His breathing quickened uncontrollably.
He swept his gaze over Gong Ze’s suit, imagining this man in his refined clothes revealing a fierce, ferocious side.
He felt as if every hair on his body and every goosebump was shivering in anticipation. Two rosy patches rose on his handsome face. His breath grew heavy, his eyes gradually misty with desire.
“Okay…”
“I’ll wear them…”
Gong Ze raised his glass, pressing the red wine to his lips, and watched Qin Chuan with an appreciative, appraising, lazy gaze.
“Begin.”
Qin Chuan could no longer contain himself. His parched throat was desperately thirsty. He threw his head back and downed the wine in one gulp.
The slightly astringent alcohol instantly heated up his body. A lustful smile on his face, Qin Chuan, right in front of Gong Ze, dumped the contents of his backpack out with a clatter.
Then, he pulled out an outfit, deliberately tracing Gong Ze’s figure with his eyes as he unzipped the garment and put on the clothes he had brought.
The system watched the things he had dumped out and let out an “Eww” in disgust.
[Ugh, what a pervert!]
Just what kind of sex-crazed glutton was this world’s protagonist gong?
Gong Ze picked up the small vial that had rolled to the edge of his leather shoe. Qin Chuan was changing clothes. Seeing Gong Ze pick it up, he licked his lower lip. “That’s for me. I know you won’t need it.”
Qin Chuan had been with countless men and women. Just from feeling through Gong Ze’s dress pants, he could gauge the man’s power — which only excited him more. He changed into the cool, fabric-light maid outfit, then straddled Gong Ze’s lap, facing him.
“Stop looking, darling. Let’s get started. I can’t wait any longer!”
“No hurry. We’ll wait a bit longer.” Gong Ze propped his head lazily, his fingertip rubbing against the wall of the wine glass. The crimson liquid made him look like an ancient, elegant vampire.
Qin Chuan panted heavily as he tugged at Gong Ze. “Heh, I just love how you’re so calm it drives people crazy. Let me make you feel good first, and then you can…”
“Wait — why am I so dizzy?”
Qin Chuan, who had been uttering dirty talk, suddenly clutched his head. Dazed, he shook his head and looked at Gong Ze, his pupils gradually blurring.
“Gong Ze… I…”
“Thud.”
Qin Chuan slid off Gong Ze’s lap and collapsed to the floor.
Gong Ze set down his wine glass and casually flicked off the invisible dirt on his dress pants where Qin Chuan had been sitting. The wine in his glass, untouched, remained a deep crimson.
The system looked with disdain at Qin Chuan, writhing on the floor with his eyes tightly shut. Qin Chuan was tall, muscular — wearing a pretty little dress was such a jarring sight it was almost painful.
The system grumbled, [He’s burning up like a roast chicken.]
Gong Ze let out a quiet, suppressed laugh.
“Enough joking. How effective is the drug?”
[Don’t worry, Host. System products are always top quality.]
Their system didn’t provide hosts with cheats, golden thighs, or supporting items like a shop. Gong Ze strongly suspected the Main God was just too stingy to pay for them.
However, out of humanitarian consideration, the higher-ups did give out small lucky bags each month.
For bottoms, the bags contained flower spirit water and skin-nourishing lotion.
For tops, the bags contained enhanced potency pills and dream-inducing aids.
The purpose of the former was self-explanatory. The latter was for those rare worlds where even the mighty top couldn’t keep up — once administered to the bottom, the bottom’s mind would conjure vivid, erotic fantasies of themselves and the pursuer.
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Perfect for slacking off.
But the quantities were small.
That stingy Main God only gave out one per month, and supplies were often cut off.
Fortunately, Gong Ze was a notorious double standard: he allowed himself to seduce his targets, but would never let them take liberties with him. He was a pervert about keeping his virginity. So he had never needed to use these things.
As a result, his system backpack now had a very generous stockpile — enough to feed Qin Chuan like a full meal.
[Tsk tsk, look at him in ecstasy. I wonder what he’s fantasizing about.]
The system glanced at Qin Chuan, amusing himself on the floor, and rolled its eyes.
“Don’t worry about him. When Wang Liben arrives, just throw them in together.”
Gong Ze said flatly.
He picked up his phone and sent the room number to Wang Liben. Wang Liben had been waiting impatiently for this. The moment he received the message, he immediately replied that he would be there soon.
From the side, the system watched as Gong Ze stood up, picked up the dreaming Qin Chuan, and carried him to the bathroom — along with the things Qin Chuan had brought and the used wine glasses. Then Gong Ze took out a new wine glass and placed it on the tea table.
[If it weren’t for the flaw in these self-entertainment pills, and if you weren’t unwilling to sacrifice yourself just a little, we wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble.]
Exactly.
This little item could make bottoms fantasize — but it couldn’t make the physical marks appear on their own.
Gong Ze would never touch them himself, even if it was just a pretense.
So Gong Ze needed to invite Wang Liben over, and after Wang Liben took the drug, throw the two of them together to have at each other.
Toward Wang Liben, who had threatened him, and Qin Chuan, whom he already loathed, Gong Ze showed no mercy.
This was also why Gong Ze had never used these pills on Sang You in the first place.
First of all, coaxing the young master into taking one would have been a hassle. Secondly, even after taking it, the follow-up still required manual work. Gong Ze, being too lazy to put in that effort, had simply knocked Sang You out with a pinch.
Later, Gong Ze had even less use for them.
With the young master’s frail, sickly body, Gong Ze could barely get enough as it was — why would he need such things?
So, Wang Liben, gripping the key card he had received from the front desk, opened the hotel room door. When he saw the tall figure inside, standing by the window with his back to him, his heart began to race.
The man inside heard the door open and turned around, revealing the perfect contours of his face. A smile spread across his handsome, cold features, radiating a dangerously seductive charm.
“You came quickly. Sit down.”
Gong Ze’s lips curved slightly. His long, dark eyes reflected Wang Liben’s excited, eager expression.
He parted his lips, his voice bewitching.
“Have a drink with me.”
“…………”
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After throwing the two men onto the bed and watching them immediately cling to each other and start devouring one another, Gong Ze coldly left the room.
With the sound of the closing door, cries of “Gong Ze” and “young master” were sealed inside.
As time passed, the affection score gradually rose to 80.
The system suddenly let out a sly laugh. [Host, you talk like such a villain, but you actually went easy on them, didn’t you?]
Otherwise, why waste the system-issued pills? Why not just give them both a dose of something serious and let them go at it?
After all, Wang Liben had threatened and coerced Gong Ze first — he was asking for it. And Qin Chuan was even worse. His behavior in the original plot couldn’t withstand scrutiny for a second; he was hardly a good person either.
They didn’t deserve sympathy.
But saying that aside, actually doing it was still rather despicable.
The current extent — simply having them cling and nibble at each other — was nothing much. In the past, Gong Ze would have just offed them both.
Let alone having to go to the extra trouble of adding some marks afterward.
Gong Ze took a drag from his cigarette and glanced at the system. “I just didn’t want to burn my own eyes.”
The system looked at him with a touched expression that said ‘I’ve got you figured out.’ [Boohoo, Host, you’re not the same person you used to be. You’re not even heartless anymore.]
Gong Ze: …
Gong Ze: … I forgot to deal with you while I was dealing with them, didn’t I.
[But now that we have the hickeys, what about the evidence of other activities?]
“Use these.”
The perfectly serious man pulled a handful of chopsticks from his pocket.
[Holy crap!]
The system’s eyes widened in shock. [This actually works…]
In fact, it did.
You don’t need to treat animals with tenderness.
When Qin Chuan groggily woke up, what he saw was Gong Ze’s back as he stood by the bed in his shirt. ################
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Qin Chuan: …
If the process was so blissful, why did it hurt so much when he opened his eyes?
“I…” Qin Chuan’s voice was hoarse, still thick with grogginess. “What is this…”
“It’s time for you to go. I’ve called a car for you.” The man who had pulled out without any trace of emotion stood by the bed and said flatly.
Then, ignoring Qin Chuan’s pain-twisted expression, he simply threw the clothes at him. After Qin Chuan dressed, he was unceremoniously thrown out the door. “Take a taxi back yourself.”
Qin Chuan: …
In the past, Qin Chuan had been the one to play the role of ‘use and discard.’ Now that it was his turn, he finally understood how bitter it felt.
Qin Chuan looked bewildered.
With his backpack on his back, one hand holding his phone and the other cupping his rear, grimacing and limping, he miserably left the hotel. The moment he sat down in the taxi, the sharp pain made him cry out in agony.
The taxi driver looked at him, then at the hotel, and wore a knowing expression.
On the other side.
After Qin Chuan left, Gong Ze dragged the unconscious Wang Liben out of the bathroom, threw him onto the bed, and woke him up. He repeated the same routine he had done with Qin Chuan — so perfunctorily that even his lines didn’t change.
Wang Liben’s face was pale. Despite the pain, thinking that he had finally been held in his young master’s arms, and that his young master had kissed him so passionately — he felt a bittersweet bliss.
In his fantasy world, Gong Ze had been gentle and passionate, fulfilling all of Wang Liben’s dreams.
The system: Well, they were dreams, after all.
“Young master, I’ve finally got you.”
Even though Gong Ze’s demeanor was cold and unwilling, Wang Liben felt an unparalleled happiness.
Immersed in his fantasy, his cheeks flushed, he wrapped his arms around Gong Ze’s back and rubbed his cheek against the man’s shoulder with devotion.
It didn’t matter.
Even if his young master wasn’t happy, they were still together.
They would be together forever.
Like a fanatic who had fallen into evil, Wang Liben smiled with morbid joy. Pressing himself against Gong Ze’s back, he murmured, “If I’d known that doing this would let me have you, I would have done it a long time ago.”
“Young master… I love you so much…”
Gong Ze turned his head.
His pupils were cold, devoid of any emotion.
He pushed Wang Liben away and said flatly, “Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted, it’s time to talk about my request. I need you to get close to Yan Cheng and help me do one thing…”
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