Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 19

Yan Xun’s gaze lingered on Li Cheng’s lips, and for a moment, he thought he’d gone mad.

Why did a man’s lips look that enticing? And those eyes—too beautiful for his own sanity.

Even the pale column of his neck seemed to shimmer faintly.

Yan Xun couldn’t stop looking.

He felt like he was about to lose his mind.

This was utterly unacceptable.

He decided—he had to teach Li Cheng a lesson!
Make sure he’d never dare tease him again.
Make him regret ever toying with him!

Li Cheng let out a quiet breath, blinking rapidly.

His eyes fixed on Yan Xun, but the controlling function of the Binding Spell—the one that made others obey—was losing hold.

Then, Li Cheng tried once more to summon his divine power.

A faint red mist of spiritual energy curled around his fingertips. The sensation was familiar.

He’d managed to recover a bit of his strength.

Raising his hand, he aimed to tap it between Yan Xun’s brows.

But before his finger could touch Yan Xun’s forehead, his wrist was caught—and with a deft twist, Yan Xun redirected his hand.

The red mist struck Li Cheng’s own forehead instead.

!!!!

Li Cheng’s hand trembled.

What… what did he just do?

He’d used divine power—on himself?

Wait—what spell had he just cast?!

Ahhhh!

Li Cheng grabbed the blanket with his other hand. “A-Keng… I—I—I just hit myself with my own Obedience Spell!”

【Yes, Fox Host, Yan Xun pressed it back onto you. He’s now the Command Master.】

Li Cheng froze. “Why him?! How did he become the Command Master?”

【Because the Obedience Spell only recognizes whoever the spell hits. And you, unfortunately, were hit by him.】

Li Cheng’s expression turned pale with panic. “So now whatever he says—I have to do?”

【Exactly. If he tells you to strip right now, you’ll strip. If he tells you to kiss him, you’ll kiss him. If he tells you to kiss him a thousand times… well, you might even go overboard.】

“Are you gloating?!” Li Cheng’s voice rose. “Think of something!”

【No solution available.】

【Faced with a difficult problem, system entering sleep mode. Do not disturb.】

Li Cheng: “???? What happened to ‘sharing blessings and hardships’?! You’re abandoning me at the hard part?!”

His whole body trembled.

Not even when facing demons had he ever been this scared.

Li Cheng met Yan Xun’s sharp gaze once more.

“Yan Xun… I was wrong. I’ll behave from now on.”

He spoke with rare seriousness. His tone wasn’t feigned—he really wanted to escape.

Yan Xun, remembering that red spiritual mist earlier, frowned. Grabbing Li Cheng’s wrist, he demanded, “What was that just now?”

Li Cheng swallowed. He couldn’t possibly tell him the truth—what was he supposed to say? That he was a fox god?

Yan Xun had no memory of Yan Jin. He didn’t know the truth.

Li Cheng hesitated, then said softly, “It was a fox clan’s Obedience Spell.”

And then immediately regretted it.

!!!!

That damned spell again!

Li Cheng gritted his teeth, furious and frustrated—he must have looked like a puffed-up cat ready to fight.

Yan Xun’s lips curved slightly. “Oh? So you really are a spirit creature?”

Honestly, he found it believable.

No human could look this dangerously alluring.

If he really were a spirit, then—he could only be a fox spirit.

Li Cheng’s fingers tightened, forcing himself to stay silent. “I’m not a monster.”

“Then what are you?” Yan Xun’s tone was edged with an almost feverish curiosity.

Li Cheng’s thoughts spiraled.

He couldn’t say.

He mustn’t say.

“I’m a fox god.”

Yan Xun’s hand brushed against Li Cheng’s cheek—definitely a fox spirit, he thought.

“So,” Yan Xun murmured, “what exactly is an Obedience Spell?”

Li Cheng swallowed again. He couldn’t tell him. If he did, Yan Xun would hold all the power over him.

Absolutely not!

Still, he heard himself answer: “It’s a spell that makes the one marked obey the Command Master completely—answer every question truthfully, with no deceit.”

He bit his lip hard, furious yet helpless.

Yan Xun chuckled softly. “So right now, whatever I tell you to do, you’ll do it?”

No. No, absolutely not.

“Yes.” Li Cheng’s mouth betrayed him.

Yan Xun’s lips twitched. “Kiss me.”

Li Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief—this couldn’t be happening!

But his body moved on its own.

He leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against Yan Xun’s cheek.

A faint pop echoed in the air.

A shiver of electric sweetness shot through him.

It felt… strangely good.

Yan Xun blinked twice, fists clenching.

For the first time, he realized all those dramas about beauty leading to ruin—they might be right.

Li Cheng’s robe had come slightly undone, exposing the delicate curve of his neck.

Yan Xun’s pulse darkened.

He was going insane.

He wanted to lock Li Cheng up.

Anywhere would do.

This house, for instance—perfect.

He never wanted Li Cheng to leave it again.

Because with Li Cheng looking like this, letting anyone else see him would be his own sin.

Meanwhile, Li Cheng’s mind raced—he needed to undo the Obedience Spell.

He tried several times but failed.

Then he decided to run.

But before he could even turn, Yan Xun pinned him down again.

“Running now?”

“Weren’t you pretty bold just a minute ago?”

Li Cheng realized he’d seriously overestimated himself.

Without divine power, he couldn’t win against Yan Xun.

Eventually, babbling nonsense, he blurted out, “I’m hungry.”

Yan Xun leaned close. “Then cook first. Eat after.”

“That’s your punishment.”

Just as Yan Xun was about to kiss him again, Li Cheng whispered, “I don’t consent.”

Don’t consent.

Yan Xun froze for a moment, his expression dimming.

He gripped Li Cheng’s chin. “When you teased me, did you ask if I consented?”

“I’m sorry. I was wrong.” Li Cheng’s tone was utterly subdued now.

“And you still look at me with those seductive eyes?” Yan Xun’s voice was sharp with mockery.

Li Cheng: “???? What seductive eyes?!”

How was he seducing anyone right now? He was seriously apologizing!

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his shoulder.

A sinking dread swept over him.

It felt like fate—inescapable, suffocating.

Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision.

The shimmering drops trembled on his lashes, fragile and luminous like a sorrowful painting.

Yan Xun’s breath hitched.

In an instant, something in his gaze softened—gentle, regretful, almost pained.

As if struggling to pull himself back across a red line.

Then, his large hand came up, brushing the tears from Li Cheng’s cheek.

Li Cheng’s wet eyes refocused.

The man before him looked completely different now.

When their gazes met, a low, steady voice filled the space between them. “I’m sorry.”

Li Cheng drew in a sharp breath.

This wasn’t Yan Xun.

That gentle, kind look—

It was Yan Jin.

“Yan Jin.” Li Cheng’s voice trembled slightly.

“I’m sorry,” Yan Jin murmured again, guilt heavy in his tone.

“About earlier… I…” His voice faltered.

Li Cheng couldn’t bring himself to blame him.

It was his own fault too.

He’d provoked him first.

Flirted too recklessly.

Made him lose control.

Li Cheng quickly got up from the bed, tidying his clothes and sitting upright.

“I don’t blame you.”

He sighed softly.

“Grrr…”

His stomach growled.

After all the chaos, he was even hungrier than before.

His lips pressed into a straight line. “I’m hungry.”

He looked at Yan Jin. “Cook for me.”