Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 100

The door slammed shut in Lin Yang’s face with a loud bang.

Furious, he raised a foot to kick it—but remembering that the property belonged to him, he’d have to pay for any damage. He slowly lowered his leg.

Almost subconsciously, he pulled out his phone, switched to the front-facing camera, and examined his recently moisturized face.

Handsome features. Suave demeanor. Thick hair. Straight nose, bright eyes. What part of him looked as hideous as that incubus claimed?

Unlike incubi, he didn’t rely on looks to survive.

He lived off the dozens of properties his mother left behind.

When Su Ci came back, he’d tell her everything. Expose that arrogant incubus for the insolent, shameless slave he was. She should sell him off.

Not that he was jealous, of course. Incubi were no different from cats and dogs. Who gets jealous over a pet?

Once he officially became Su Ci’s boyfriend, she’d realize how hollow and unreliable incubi were. The only things that really mattered were keys and property deeds.

As Su Ci stepped out of the elevator, carrying shopping bags, the first thing she saw was her landlord standing in front of her door, muttering to his reflection in the glass.

“Good evening, Mr. Lin.”

She smiled politely, walked past him, and was just about to unlock the door—when it swung open from the inside. A slender, fair hand reached out and pulled her in.

“Xiao Su, I—” like you—

Bang!

The door slammed shut again, cutting off his confession and his insults in one go.

“……”

Evil slave! Arrogant slave! Lowly slave! Absolutely outrageous!

—

Just beyond that door—

Su Ci found herself pinned against the wall by an unnervingly beautiful young man. Her shopping bags fell to the floor with a series of clatters and thuds.

She’d only been gone for a little under three hours, but he was already burning up again. His feverish body pressed tightly against her, radiating an intense heat that seemed to scorch her skin.

Xiang Zhi’ang buried his face into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. Each hot exhale slipped beneath her collar, turning the soft white of her skin a flushed red.

He inhaled deeply for a while. Only then did the thirst gnawing at him finally subside a little. His raging blood gradually began to calm.

Anyone who knew incubi would tell you—just a little taste never solved the problem.

The more they suppressed their desire, the harsher the backlash. Some incubi even clung to their masters for ten or fifteen days at a time.

But Su Ci didn’t know that.

She’d never owned an incubus before. The little she knew came from fictional plots in erotic comics.

In those stories, Xiang Zhi’ang was cool-headed and restrained. Even when his instincts overwhelmed him, he endured them with sheer willpower.

So when the boy suddenly lifted her onto the counter, spread her legs, squeezed in between, and clutched her waist while growling strangely—

Su Ci calmly unwrapped a five-spice beef jerky stick, lifted his sharp chin, and stuck one end into his slightly parted lips.

From this elevated angle, his features looked impossibly flawless. The messy black hair half-covered his smooth forehead. Thick brows, deep eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips. His skin felt like warm jade in her palm—soft, fine, irresistible.

Xiang Zhi’ang flared his nostrils. The scent of spices from the jerky mingled with the sweet, addictive fragrance that belonged to his master alone.

If he had to describe it, it was like pouring chili oil into yogurt, or mixing rotten eggs into rice. Absolutely nauseating.

In this world, there were only two kinds of smells:

One—his master’s scent: sweet, fragrant, addictive. He could never get enough.

Two—every other smell in existence: all uniquely disgusting in their own way.

He stuck out a pink tongue and gave the jerky a cautious lick. He couldn’t even tell what flavor it was. The meat was tough, dry, and tasteless.

Nothing like his master.

Even if he’d only tasted her in a dream, her skin looked soft and delicate—surely the flavor would be smooth, tender, his ultimate comfort food.

His long lashes fluttered as he focused on the other end of the jerky—where his master’s slender, elegant fingers held it.

He wanted to lick them.

Without hesitation, Xiang Zhi’ang bit down on the jerky, puffing out his cheeks like a little hamster until his lips finally met her fingers—translucent, with a pinkish hue.

His lips, pale like cherry petals, wrapped around her finger. His tongue moved skillfully, licking and sucking along her fingertip.

A tingling numbness spread up her finger bones, making Su Ci’s entire body heat up. Her back pressed hard against the cold wall for some relief.

There was a fire burning inside her, leaving her flustered and overheated. She bit her lip and panted, legs unconsciously wrapping tighter around the boy’s slender waist.

As Xiang Zhi’ang finished licking off the seasoning from her finger—

Su Ci clutched her shirt tightly, dazed and breathless.

Incubi were especially sensitive to their master’s scent. When aroused, even the smallest proximity could trigger an overwhelming hunger.

His master liked him too.

At least—her body did.

The increasingly intense fragrance left Xiang Zhi’ang dizzy. He nuzzled deeper into her embrace, voice low and hoarse, sticky with dangerous intent.

“You were gone for so long. Where’d you go, Master? Got tired of me already? Out picking up another incubus?”

Incubi were beautiful creatures, yes—but even among them, there were tiers. And so far, Xiang Zhi’ang hadn’t seen a single one more stunning than himself.

Sure, maybe he was biased. But in his eyes, every other incubus—and every human besides his master—was ugly beyond redemption.

He lifted his head from Su Ci’s chest. His long lashes veiled the obsessive darkness in his eyes. If she said “yes,” he looked ready to pounce and devour her whole—

Claim every part of her. Body and soul.

So she’d never again have the strength—or desire—to look elsewhere.

But this kind of trick could only work once. After a contract was forged, the master gained total control over the incubus. He’d never be able to act freely again, only watch as she grew bored and discarded him.

That’s why Xiang Zhi’ang was so cautious—so desperate to test the waters.

Su Ci was surprised by his sensitivity and vulnerability. Her finger was still damp, and she gently pinched the soft curve of his cheek.

“How could I? I spent all my money on you. I went out to buy clothes and daily essentials—completely emptied my wallet.”

“…Really?”

He looked down. The floor was littered with scattered items—things like toothbrushes, toothpaste, a cup, razor, collar, ID tag…

All knocked over during their little tussle.

Maybe… he’d misunderstood her. Just a little.

His ears turned red. Silently, he knelt down and started gathering the fallen items, organizing them neatly by category.

At the end, he held a few square boxes in his palm. He looked up at her, lost and uncertain, long lashes trembling hard.

“Master… do I have to use these?”

It was extremely difficult for incubi to reproduce—nearly impossible with humans due to biological incompatibility. The chances of creating a “love child” were effectively zero.

Most humans never got this close to an incubus. To them, incubi were dirty, unclean, good only for pleasure and servitude.

Xiang Zhi’ang never expected his master to prepare these.

Did that mean… she still found him filthy? Lowly? Lustful?

Was her kindness—her gentle words—just a way to coax better service out of him?

The thought shattered him.

The pleasure of being fed collapsed into pain. His stomach churned. His heart felt as though it had been stabbed and torn by a rusted blade.

It hurt.

She saved him—then killed him.

His master was so cruel.