Warning: Please note that this chapter contains NSFW BL content that strongly hints at r*pe. It"s nothing too graphic, but the implications are clear.
No. 10: Violated
The courtyard was filled with sweet-scented oleander that screened the buildings within. All of the doors and windows were shut tight while a certain wolf was having trouble finding her way inside. A sad and shrill shriek suddenly came from the second floor! A certain wolf"s eyes suddenly lit up as she climbed her way up and licked a finger before poking it at a paper-covered window.
But no matter how she jabbed, she couldn"t make a hole even though her finger was turning red!
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"Dammnit! Those TV series had everyone poking holes in windows, but it was all a lie!" I grumbled under my breath. "Could it be that the Hidden Spring Brothel uses bulletproof paper to cover its windows?!"
I was tweaking my ears and scratching my cheeks outside when the moaning inside the room seemed to have been forcefully stopped. Suddenly, someone spoke in a low voice, "Instead of being humiliated by a beast like you…I"d rather die here!" It seemed that the speaker was gritting his teeth as he spoke, his tone so grieved and indignant that I gave a start.
"Shoot! The uke doesn"t want to live anymore!" Seme, hurry up and think of a solution!
"Die? Fine then, go ahead and die. I don"t mind corpses…" the other voice panted heavily in response.
"This, this voice is…" I seemed to have been electrocuted by the realization. That"s right, this smooth and slippery man"s voice that felt like a cold reptile crawling up your skin and made you uncomfortable was impossible to forget after hearing it the first time! Without a doubt, this was the ugly local villain that bought me in the first place.
Ahhhhhhhhhh! My aesthetic standards can"t allow this!
A heavyweight leg kicked! The windows to the room collapsed inwards with a crash! Amidst the flying dust and ashes, my ferocious face stood out sharply in contrast as I entered. Gnashing my teeth, I picked up a plank from the ground as an angry, beast-like gurgle rose from my throat.
"How dare you ugly man play around with BL before my sights~~~!" (A voice that came from h.e.l.l.)
"You"re…an insult…" My features turned vicious as I lifted the plank. "You…just. Go. DIE!" And I smashed it down!
As a result, a certain villain fainted onto the ground with blood pouring from his head without ever seeing his attacker. I threw aside the bloodstained plank and looked expressionlessly at the uke on the bed with his clothes all a mess. In an instant, my eyes brightened.
Well! A bishounen!1
He was only about 15 to 16 years old, with fine, pitch-black hair and a clean scent about him. The body exposed by his disheveled clothes was slender with a narrow waist, while his face held the androgynous beauty so typical of youths at this age. Most attractive about his features were his eyes, with rounded pupils that resembled ripe purple grapes and framed by dense, thick lashes that screened his resplendent gaze… I don"t know whether my staring was too much for him, but the bishounen suddenly scrunched his eyebrows together and cried, "Get out!"
Huh? Get out?
I gave a start. That can"t be right. No matter what, I"m still your lifesaver of sorts–even though my motivations weren"t righteous (or maybe just abnormal). This brat"s att.i.tude was too abominable, right? At least say a thank you or something…
"Of course I can get out, but as for that…it"s better to take care of it, right?" I stared at the boy and the red and white mess between his legs. This villain was truly ruthless! His work was probably ruined, right?
In response, the boy"s face turned green as he grabbed the brocade covers tight enough to turn his joints white!
"You…get out! Scram! Scram out of here!"
"I"m not going," I sucked in a breath and dusted off my hands as I stood up. "Because…your face tells me you"ll kill yourself as soon as I leave."
The young man"s eyes widened before he turned anxious, knowing that I"d seen through him. He opened his mouth a few times before listlessly lowering his head. His voice had yet to change because of p.u.b.erty, its traces carrying misery and desolation through the air as the nauseating stench of l.u.s.t lingered in the room. It was filled with his sense of weakness, helplessness, and hopelessness.
"…as a man…as the progeny of the Xiao2 Clan…not only was I unable to seek revenge…I couldn"t even protect myself. Another man actually…like a beast…did such illicit things…he could actually do such…such! …I…what face do I have left to keep on living in this world? I still…" His fingers dug into the edges of the bed until the nails turned white as his entire body shuddered violently.
"…what face do I have left to keep on living in this world? How can I face my ancestors? How can I face the 180 lives that died unjustly in my Xiao Clan? That"s what you want to say, right?" I continued his words.
He looked at me, shock filling his eyes, as his delicate lips parted…
"Aye…" I sucked in a bored breath. "Give me a break, your lines aren"t new at all." I slowly walked over and squatted by his side, staring at his tearstained face as I raised a hand to slap him.
He didn"t avoid it.
"You think your death will be enough? Are you making up for the animal on the floor over there, or the person who saved your life? Will it be enough for your ancestors or your 180 injust human deaths? So what if you"ve been humiliated by a dirty swine? How many girls haven"t gone through the same thing in the Hidden Spring Brothel? How many more are still living on just fine? Who loses more when they"re being violated, men or women? Even a weak girl can live on strongly, but a big man like you is seeking death, how unsightly is that?"
I paused for breath as I looked at the youth"s red, throbbing cheek, feeling a little regretful. As it turned out, though it was very cool to wake up a suicidal youth with some resounding slapping, I didn"t want to hurt such a beautiful person! It was a crime on par with breaking apart a priceless, artistic vase! The hand I was raising in the air in hesitation slowly lowered. I took another breath and decided to use a well-known saying as my concluding remarks to this boy seeking death.
"So I"m saying…only immature brats will seek a heroic death. But a truly mature person will live humbly on for the sake of accomplishing greater things!"
When the bishounen heard those words, his eyes suddenly shone with radiance as he looked steadily at me.
It…it couldn"t be that my words were too intense for him? He"s still in the throes of violent feelings, so he won"t try to kill me in a sudden fit to vent his anger, right? He…he shouldn"t be able to beat me in a fight? But people who fought to the death had infinite fighting will…
He was staring enough to make my hair stand on end when he suddenly released his hold on the bed. Those long arms reached out and wrapped around me, hugging me tightly to his chest. His head pillowed itself by my neck as he quietly shed tears. His fine strands of hair, combined with his long eyelashes and cool tears, brushed past my sensitive neck, tickling me so much that I wanted to wrest myself free. Instead, he only held onto to me tighter.
"Don"t move! This is the last time…the last time I"ll cry. Only now…I"m begging you, let me be willful just this once…"
Dusk gradually fell on us as the golden yellow sunshine filtered through the windows to envelop my body. Fragility and strength in that moment combined to make a beautiful vision…
I gently patted the boy. Having beauties throw themselves into your arms, hehe…it really was a golden rule of transmigration! Good things happened as soon as you got lost. This kid will probably cling to me madly in the future, right? Ohohohohoho…
"Hey…" the boy in my arms called out to me in low spirits, his voice still nasally from his tears.
"Hm?" I replied in an exceptionally gentle voice.
"You remind me of my mother…"
"… …"
Dammnit!
Good-looking guy.Xiao (肖) – a surname meaning "resemble, be like."