Rule No. 1 for capturing targets (and annoying the main god):
Hatred always lasts longer than love.
Kiss someone, and they might not love you. But stab them once, and they will definitely hate you.
…
After issuing the mission, the system returned to its lively demeanor, a hint of excitement in its voice. [I knew you’d pick three, Host! Even with this hellish difficulty, it’s no problem for someone as awesome as you!]
Its host, though a bit of a sadist, was incredibly capable.
He’d never stoop to using the target-capturing methods of those losers.
[But what approach will you use, Host?] the system asked eagerly.
“Secret~”
Just thinking about what he was about to do—and the look of frustration that would surely appear on the main god’s face—Gong Ze couldn’t help but want to laugh.
Oh? You want me to reform?
You want me to keep being a slave to the protagonists, to grovel at the feet of these children of fate and beg for forgiveness?
A glint of ice flashed through Gong Ze’s eyes.
Like hell I’ll give you what you want.
I’m going to stay the wicked villain through and through!
Gong Ze stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
The sudden movement made the boy who had been staring at him intently flinch.
Tears kept rolling down the boy’s snow-white cheeks, his entire being radiating fragility. Suddenly, a flash of desperate resolve crossed his eyes.
And deep, bone-carrying hatred.
“You’ll never have my heart! You can have my body, but I will never love you!” he shouted at Gong Ze, his voice filled with stubborn grief, thrusting the piece of broken glass forward. More blood seeped through his fingers.
Gong Ze found the whole thing rather amusing.
He blinked, slipping into character, and let out a cold laugh. “What would I want your heart for? I’m after your body, not trying to date you.”
The boy choked for a moment, then his eyes blazed red with anger. Biting his lip like an angry little rabbit, he glared at Gong Ze, sobbing.
“You’re shameless!”
Humiliated and furious, Sang You hurled insults at Gong Ze. His delicate, beautiful features flushed crimson, and his pupils seemed coated in a glossy, watery sheen—making him even more alluring.
Gong Ze’s expression darkened. He stared down at the boy with fierce intensity.
“You dare curse me out? Sang You, don’t think you’re still the young master who can throw tantrums whenever he pleases.”
“Hah.”
“Your parents are gone. Everyone knows you’re mine. After I’ve had my fun with you and taken your shares, this whole family will belong to me!”
Seeing the boy’s look of disbelief, he smiled sardonically. “Do yourself a favor and open your legs. Don’t make me do it myself.”
“You—”
The boy, burning with shame, glared at Gong Ze with even more hatred.
If looks could kill, Gong Ze would be a pincushion by now.
“Let me go! Or else—”
The boy gritted his teeth and pressed the glass shard against Gong Ze’s stomach.
Gong Ze found it amusing.
He looked down at him lazily. “This is your first time doing something like this, isn’t it? First lesson: the longest this shard can reach is just through my abdominal skin and flesh. It won’t reach my internal organs.”
“Second, given your strength and speed, before you could pierce my skin—from this angle—I could strike your completely unprotected head.”
“A full-force punch from an adult male can rupture your fragile eardrum, fracture your jawbone, and cause a cerebral concussion.”
Gong Ze lowered his head, his lips curling as he leaned closer to the breathtakingly beautiful boy.
His long, narrow eyes swept across the tear-stained face.
He had to admit—
Even by his own picky, sky-high standards, this boy was top-shelf goods.
Sang You froze. The man before him exuded a powerful aura completely different from moments ago—his lecherous, malicious demeanor replaced by an effortless, commanding presence.
In the past, the man’s eyes had been venomous, like a slimy snake.
But now, they were proud and clear, gleaming with cunning calculation yet strangely alluring, like an elegant gambler.
“Do you know what your fate is?”
The man reached out a finger and brushed it against the boy’s cheek, wiping away a cold, tear-stained trail.
He heard him deliver a merciless, scathing assessment.
“Your cheeks swollen, blood streaming from your nose, your consciousness blurred from a concussion and excruciating pain. All you can do is lie there, staring up at the swaying ceiling, tears streaming down your face. And then—”
“Overnight, you become a man.”
He savored the words.
His teasing, intimate tone, paired with those cold, detached eyes, unexpectedly failed to make Sang You feel sick.
What was worse—when Sang You tried to think it through, he realized the man was right.
Gritting his teeth, he glared at him.
His heart churned with conflict and anguish.
Then, to the man’s surprise, he pressed the glass shard against his own throat.
He saw the man’s expression turn ice-cold in an instant.
Does he hate me now?
But why?
A flicker of grievance and anger rose from deep within him. He wanted to demand: Why do you look down on me? I’m only like this because you pushed me to it!
“Le-let me go…”
Sang You’s voice cracked as he screamed, trembling.
“Or else I’ll—I’ll kill myself!”
“I’d rather die than let you win! Before you can… I’d rather be dead!”
“So after all that I told you, this is what you came up with?” Gong Ze’s face was expressionless. In an instant, he lost all interest in the beautiful boy who had piqued his curiosity just moments ago. The desire to toy with him went cold.
“…” Sang You opened his mouth, then spat out hatefully, “Shut up!”
Gong Ze pulled back the finger he had touched the boy with. He stared at him coldly, watching as the boy gradually faltered under his gaze, revealing unease.
“You really are an idiot.”
Gong Ze’s voice was icy.
“If you had half a brain, you would have understood my hint and pressed that thing against my neck—not your own.”
Sang You froze at his words.
The next second, before the boy could react, Gong Ze moved. As Sang You’s eyes flew wide in resistance, Gong Ze gripped his hand with one of his own while seizing the last scrap of fabric on the boy’s body with the other.
“Rrripp—”
“NO!!”
Sang You was terrified to the core. His reason shattered in an instant.
Staring at the man pressing down on him, he had never felt Gong Ze so cold, so terrifying—as if he had transformed from a man into a monster.
His courage shattered, tears streaming down in big drops, all his previous defiance gone. He sobbed and screamed, begging Gong Ze to stop.
“No, get away…” Sang You cried as he pushed at the man’s body. “Please don’t touch me. I’m sorry. Don’t touch me—ahhh! Don’t touch me!”
“The one I love is Brother Qin… sob… My body belongs to him.”
Sang You struggled desperately, even scratching himself. He gasped weakly, looking as if he might pass out at any moment.
Gong Ze’s lips curled into a malicious smile, but inwardly, he frowned at the boy’s violent reaction.
No. If I keep this act up, something bad will happen.
Gong Ze narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on the boy’s neck.
Click.
A crisp sound.
The boy’s eyes widened, then he collapsed limply into the bedding, motionless.
“The carotid sinus. Pressing both carotid sinuses simultaneously causes unconsciousness in just three seconds.”
This was one of Gong Ze’s favorite techniques.
The system swallowed nervously. [B-but… that click sound was…]
“Neck held in one position for too long.”
Gong Ze looked at it like it was an idiot. “Try it yourself. Yours will click too.”
The system: …
After knocking the boy out, Gong Ze nimbly rolled off the bed. He opened the nightstand drawer and found a “couples’ essential” kit. Pulling out a few tissues, he crumpled them into balls and scattered them on the floor.
Then he quickly moved to the window, the sofa, and the bathroom.
Following the same method, he discarded used tissues and items along the way.
The system trailed behind him, asking timidly, [Host… what are you doing?]
Gong Ze replied, “Setting the scene.”
The system was confused and pinged a question mark. Gong Ze studied the messy floor for a few seconds, then suddenly walked back to the bed. He tore the unconscious boy’s last piece of clothing into shreds and tossed them haphazardly onto the carpet.
“According to the script, tonight is the point where I defile the protagonist bottom.”
“And I intend to follow the plot.”
In the original script—
Gong Ze was the wicked villain. For years, he endured humiliation to gain the trust of Sang You’s parents, becoming not only an employee of the Sang Company but also the fiancé of the protagonist bottom, Sang You.
Once he had power, Gong Ze revealed his true, vicious nature. He killed Sang You’s parents, and after all the Sang family assets passed to the protagonist bottom, he imprisoned, humiliated, and tortured Sang You.
Until Sang You met the original protagonist top.
After Gong Ze transmigrated here: Sorry, but I have zero interest in doing the actual work.
A wicked villain sleeping with the protagonist plot? He’d just slack off and fake it. There was no need to actually go through with it for a mission.
Gong Ze raised an eyebrow: Isn’t this villain top’s virtue still virtue?
But he couldn’t let Sang You find out.
He had to make the protagonist bottom believe everything was real.
Only then would the plot continue as intended.
The system, unaware of his plan, panicked: [But—but our mission is to reform ourselves and become a good person! Forcing yourself on the protagonist is a guaranteed bad ending! Shouldn’t we spare him, cherish him, give him whatever he wants, and earn his favor?]
[If you do this, the protagonist bottom will be hurt! Both physically and emotionally, it’ll be a huge blow. He’ll hate you even more!]
The system frantically chattered on.
Gong Ze wanted to laugh. “Play nice with the protagonist, become a good person, and complete the mission?”
[S-something like that…]
Gong Ze: “I’d rather not.”
The system: …
The man braced himself over the bed, casting the tearful boy beneath him in his shadow.
Fortunately, the original owner had already drugged the boy, so Gong Ze didn’t need to bother.
Looking at the boy’s flushed cheeks, closed eyes, and pitiful whimpering as he rubbed against the sheets in a daze, Gong Ze only needed to leave a few marks on him.
He easily turned the unconscious boy over. Gazing at the pale, mound-like softness, the darkly handsome man curled his lips maliciously.
Although Gong Ze despised those morally corrupt children of fate who coasted through life on plot armor, this boy—whose “blessing” of a protagonist’s halo seemed destined to bring him nothing but misery—was so foolishly pitiful that Gong Ze found he didn’t dislike him at all.
“Hate me all you want,” he murmured to himself.
Then he reached out his hand toward the system.
“Chili oil.”
The system, still convinced Gong Ze was about to force himself on the protagonist bottom, was stunned.
[Huh?]
“Hurry up.”
[Oh! Oh!]
The system spat out a bottle of “insanely spicy” chili oil.
Then it watched in disbelief as Gong Ze picked up the unconscious boy, unscrewed the cap, and dripped chili oil onto the protagonist bottom’s rear.
The system: …
Gong Ze let out a quiet laugh. He leaned down and pinched the pitiful boy’s tear-streaked, flushed cheek. “These little tricks are more than enough for a naive little fool like you.”
In his daze, Sang You let out a pained, pitiful murmur.
Gong Ze chuckled softly, pulled the boy closer, wrapped them both in the blanket, and lay down comfortably on the big bed.
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