Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 97

He must have followed the trail of the fox demon all the way here.

Li Cheng’s only thought was: Please don’t let Zhou Ci see me.

Otherwise, he’d definitely get scolded—

And his waist would ache again.

The Main God, standing beside him, heard that thought loud and clear. His gaze immediately darkened, the air around him heavy with shadow.

【My Lord, why are you jealous of yourself again?】

【All your soul fragments will eventually return to you anyway. There’s no need to get jealous.】

The next instant, Ah-Keng felt that invisible hand clamp around its neck once more.

The man’s voice was low and cold.

“This realm has serious instability. I’ll stay for a while longer.”

【As… the Demon King?】 Ah-Keng asked cautiously.

The Main God’s eyes flicked forward. Through the barrier, he caught sight of a man rushing toward them. His gaze narrowed.

“That misshapen body will do.”

Ah-Keng peeked through the barrier as well. 【Damn… that’s Zhou Ci!】

If that’s what counts as misshapen, then I’d love to look that “misshapen”!

The moment Zhou Ci arrived, the Main God grabbed Li Cheng, who had been preparing to bolt—

And pulled him tightly into his arms.

Li Cheng’s pupils trembled. ??????

What the hell is he doing?!

I’m a married man!

He struggled, glaring fiercely. “Let go of me!”

Before he could say more, a chill brushed against the back of his neck.

Those cold hands pressed against his nape, and a shiver raced down his spine.

“Mmf—!”

The kiss came without warning. Li Cheng’s eyes widened in shock, heart racing wildly.

He’s lost his mind!

There’s no way I’m nervous just because he looks like the Main God!

Wait—no, that wasn’t the point!

He’d just been forcibly kissed, hadn’t he?!

Damn it!

Li Cheng struggled to push him away, but the man’s grip was iron. His hands shoved helplessly against the other’s chest, his head spinning.

And yet—there was something disturbingly familiar about this touch.

A familiarity that didn’t repel him.

The kiss was deep, possessive—an act of pure domination.

Li Cheng’s strength drained rapidly.

This was a nightmare.

Someone who looked exactly like the Main God had just kissed him—how was he supposed to sleep again after this?!

He’d be haunted by it every night!

“Mmph—! You… believe it or not, I’ll—mmph—!” Believe it or not, I’ll kill you!

He felt a pulse of strange energy coursing through him.

What’s going on?

Suddenly, his body brimmed with divine power.

Is this Demon King… transferring me divine energy?

What nonsense—how could a demon possess divine power?

His mind went hazy; even the thought of using his own power slipped away.

He raised his wrist to summon spirit energy, but before he could form the spell, the man’s hand clamped around his wrist—

And effortlessly dispersed it.

“You’re asking for death—” Li Cheng hissed, though his voice lacked conviction.

That soul power flickered through his fingertips.

But then he realized something strange—

His injuries were gone.

When Zhou Ci arrived, following the tracking system embedded in Li Cheng, the first thing he saw was—

A long-haired man in black, kissing his husband.

The man’s garments were unlike anything from the modern world: dark silk embroidered with faint golden patterns, ancient and regal, his half-tied hair gleaming beneath the light.

It didn’t matter who he was.

Kill him.

That voice inside Zhou Ci’s chest screamed.

Rage flooded him, scorching his veins, his fury nearly boiling over.

“Li Cheng!” he shouted.

He could tell immediately that Li Cheng was being forced.

Courting death.

Zhou Ci raised his gun and fired.

The bullet streaked forward, trailing a faint red glow of spiritual energy—

Invisible to mortals.

But the Main God saw it.

That was the little fox’s divine energy, woven into the bullet. His eyes narrowed; he lifted a hand slightly.

Midair, the bullet reversed its course—
And flew straight toward Zhou Ci.

The Main God’s gaze grew colder.

“Useless fool. Even needs the little fox’s power to protect himself.”

【My Lord… you just insulted your own fragment. That’s like emotionally manipulating yourself.】

【And are you seriously trying to kill your own soul fragment right now?】

Zhou Ci’s instincts flared—he twisted aside just in time to dodge the rebounding shot.

At that moment, Li Cheng managed to break free from the Main God’s hold, staggering backward.

He saw that bullet—his own divine energy—flying toward Zhou Ci.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, drawing the power back. The divine energy embedded in the bullet returned to his fingertips in an instant.

He hurried over to Zhou Ci, who was slightly disheveled from the dodge.

“Are you okay, Zhou Ci?”

Zhou Ci’s breathing was heavy. He grabbed Li Cheng’s hand, eyes scanning him up and down.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

His gaze snapped forward again, fury twisting his expression.

“He touched you, didn’t he? I’ll kill him!”

Zhou Ci stood, fists clenched, about to charge forward—

But Li Cheng yanked him back. “You can’t beat him. We need to run.”

A wise man knew when to fight and when to flee. Revenge could wait.

The Main God watched his own fragment being tended to so gently—by his fox.

His eyes went black with fury.

He wanted to crush that fragment to dust.

【Ahhh, don’t, my Lord! If you do that, your soul will never be whole again!】

The man tilted his head slightly, his body dissolving into pure divine essence—

And that essence shot directly into Zhou Ci’s forehead.

Li Cheng froze.

Wait… what? He disappeared?

Did he run away?!

What he didn’t realize was that the man he was now holding—those deep eyes—were undergoing a complete transformation.

That cold arrogance unique to the Main God rippled faintly through Zhou Ci’s gaze before it quickly faded.

【Oh, crap… the Main God just possessed Zhou Ci’s body…】

Li Cheng blinked around. “Huh. He’s gone.” He even looked relieved.

Then—

“Ah!” He yelped as he was suddenly swept off his feet, cradled in strong arms. His hand instinctively gripped Zhou Ci’s neck.

He glanced up at the man’s icy face.

Of course—he must have seen that kiss.

And the fact that he’d snuck out without telling him.

Zhou Ci must be furious.

So Li Cheng went straight into full damage-control mode.

He clutched Zhou Ci’s collar nervously.

“Are you… mad?”

No response.

“I didn’t mean to sneak out without telling you.”

Still no response—Zhou Ci just carried him toward the barrier.

“I don’t even know that man!”

“Really!” Li Cheng’s voice grew increasingly earnest.

“I’m sorry!”

“It was my fault.”

He sneaked a sideways glance—the man still looked grim.

He reached up and brushed Zhou Ci’s cheek gently.

“Don’t be mad…”

He hesitated, then offered weakly, “I’ll brush my teeth eight times before I kiss you again, I swear.”

“Don’t.” Zhou Ci’s voice came at last—cold and commanding.

Li Cheng blinked.

What?

Someone else kissed him, and Zhou Ci wasn’t mad?

“You’re… not angry?” he asked cautiously.

Zhou Ci’s lashes lowered slightly. “I am.”

Li Cheng was completely lost. He tried again through his link.

Ah-Keng! What’s wrong with Zhou Ci?

A mechanical voice replied: 【System line busy…】

What the hell?

It was his system! How could it be busy?!

Li Cheng glanced timidly up again—then leaned forward and kissed Zhou Ci’s cheek.

Zhou Ci’s lips twitched faintly.

Seeing that it worked, Li Cheng kissed him again.

Inside Zhou Ci’s mind, Ah-Keng’s voice spoke softly:

【My Lord, since you’ve taken over this fragment, you need to act natural. Otherwise, he’ll notice.】

【The Fox Host is very sharp.】

Zhou Ci’s—no, the Main God’s—eyes darkened slightly.

He looked down at Li Cheng. “Why did you sneak out again?”

“Ah…” Li Cheng pursed his lips. “To catch the fox demon.”

He expected a string of questions—why, how, was it dangerous—but none came.

Instead, the other’s voice deepened.

“That man earlier—did you know him?”

Li Cheng scratched his nose. “No.”

“But he looked…” He hesitated.

“Looked like what?” the other pressed.

Li Cheng waved it off. “Forget it. You wouldn’t get it.”

After a pause, he frowned slightly. “Where are you taking me?”

Zhou Ci’s grip around him tightened. “Home.”

“C-can we… not go back yet?” The fox demon still hadn’t been caught.

“No.” The refusal was crisp, absolute.

“Why not?”

Those dark eyes met his, threaded with something that felt almost… resentful.

“Because I’m angry.”