Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 101

Su Ci had prepared those items for a number of practical reasons.

She’d always believed that the male lead’s overpowering possessiveness wouldn’t allow room for a child between them. She felt the same way.

Given her current financial state, she wasn’t in any position to raise a child either. She couldn’t offer a decent life, so why bring someone into the world only to suffer?

And besides—what kind of child would a human and an incubus have?

A half-human, half-demon hybrid? Wouldn’t that be… weird?

What she didn’t expect was that this tiny precaution would strike a nerve in Xiang Zhi’ang’s fragile, sensitive heart.

Seeing those beautiful peach blossom eyes begin to well up, Su Ci finally realized she’d hurt the little incubus without meaning to. Incubi weren’t like humans—maybe, to them, loving someone meant desperately wanting to make babies with them.

She took the small boxes from his hands, turned, and tossed them straight into the trash bin. Then she reached up and ruffled his lowered head, like soothing a rebellious child.

“Alright, if you don’t like them, we won’t use them. With me, there’s no such thing as ‘not allowed.’ If you’re feeling unwell, you must tell me, okay? I’ll make sure you’re fed.”

That one sentence made Xiang Zhi’ang flush a deep crimson.

To a mistreated and undervalued incubus, there was no sweeter line than “I’ll feed you.”

Did this mean… Master didn’t mind what he was?

Didn’t mind that he was nothing more than a heat-driven animal, always on the verge of rutting?

Can incubi even get flustered? Su Ci couldn’t help but smile softly. Her fingers pinched one of his burning red ears as she crouched slightly to meet his gaze.

“But—there’s one thing we should clear up first…”

Xiang Zhi’ang froze, breath caught in his throat. His heart nearly stopped. He couldn’t tell if it was the hand teasing his ear or the fear that she might say something cruel.

“If we do accidentally end up with a baby, you’re not allowed to get jealous. You have to learn to be a responsible dad. Think you can manage that?”

His wide eyes shot open.

A… baby?!

So Master wasn’t disgusted by him? She was just worried that getting pregnant with a little half-incubus would make him feel bad?

Just moments ago, he’d been so sure—humans and incubi couldn’t possibly have a child. But now… his thoughts spiraled, dread prickling through him.

What if… what if it really did happen?

That little brat would take up residence inside Master’s belly, ten whole months of snuggling her from the inside. Even he didn’t get to be with her all day, every day—but that little thing would?

Worse still, once it was born, it would monopolize all of her time. Young incubi, like human infants, needed feeding, cuddling…

Just imagining that scene, Xiang Zhi’ang felt the sky collapse. His expression darkened like an incoming storm.

He scrambled to retrieve the discarded boxes from the trash.

Head lowered, not daring to meet her eyes, he mumbled in guilt and shame:

“I… I guess I can make do. But next time, don’t buy this size…”

“Hm?”

“It’s too small. Feels tight.”

Besides, incubi and humans were not built the same. Hadn’t anyone told Master? She was supposed to get the special incubus-designed ones. Otherwise, they tore way too easily.

“…Ahem. Got it,” Su Ci replied.

A strange and awkward silence settled over the narrow entryway.

All that could be heard was the growling from a certain incubus’s throat, occasionally mixed with the sound of a dry swallow.

Why did we even start talking about this topic?!

Damn it—he was hungry again.

And not the kind of hunger cuddles or kisses could fix.

He carefully set down the things he’d picked up and slowly started approaching Su Ci, step by step. The closer he got, the more dangerous it felt. His violet eyes shimmered with heart-shaped glints.

Like a wild predator slowly closing in on its prey, calculating where to bite first.

Without realizing it, Su Ci backed into a corner.

If angelic face, devil’s body could apply to men, then Xiang Zhi’ang was the perfect example. That pretty face alone could trick anyone into dropping their guard.

But when he fully stretched out, he was like a solid wall—unyielding and suffocating.

He brushed her clenched shirt hem aside. When she didn’t stop him, his fingers slid beneath the fabric, pressing firmly against the curve of her slim waist.

Su Ci gasped, spine going rigid.

Incubi were basically walking aphrodisiacs. Their scent, their voice, even their mere presence—all designed to lure humans into desire. Let alone when they actually touched you.

Knowing full well how hard it was for his master to resist, Xiang Zhi’ang leaned in and whispered against her ear, voice low and raspy:

“Master Let’s try right now, okay? Let’s make a nest full of baby incubi.”

They weren’t going to be making any baby incubi.

That wasn’t the point.

He was starving—and only by devouring his master could he feel better.

His breath at her ear was scorching and ticklish. Su Ci instinctively pushed at him, but he caught her wrist and pressed it to his firm, defined abs.

Xiang Zhi’ang nipped at her delicate collarbone, voice sticky and breathless as he pleaded:

“Wanna make baby incubi…”

He was being so seductive, Su Ci had no strength to resist. When she finally spoke, her voice was already trembling, broken.

Not that she even intended to push him away. She’d just said she would take care of him, after all.

To certain selfish and foolish human males, their own feelings were always the top priority. Whether their partner was happy didn’t matter to them.

But incubi were different.

For them, the ritual of eating—and the quality of the experience—were sacred. It wasn’t just about the act; it was about being wanted, being allowed, and serving the one they loved.

Incubi never forced unwilling prey. Before the “meal” began, they enjoyed the act of serving their master—only with the master’s full consent would they move to the next step.

Xiang Zhi’ang was no exception. He treated this “meal” with the utmost care and reverence.

By the third time she was pulled into a deep kiss, Su Ci’s legs had gone weak. She was barely able to stand, stunned by the boy’s terrifying natural skill—despite never having been taught a thing.

He’d only used his hands and mouth.

And yet she was soaked through, like someone who’d just been fished out of water. Beads of sweat slid down her cheeks and were quickly lapped up by his nimble tongue.

“Does Master like me?”

Xiang Zhi’ang’s deep purple eyes glimmered faintly, waiting—no, demanding—a satisfying answer from her lips.

Su Ci threaded her fingers through his messy black hair, dazed eyes staring as she bit her lower lip and nodded.

Then it’s time for the main course.

As long as she let her guard down—just a little—he could quietly leave his incubus mark on her, and from that moment on, he would be hers completely.

“Ding-dong~ Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong—”

The doorbell rang.

Xiang Zhi’ang didn’t even think. He scooped her up and strode straight into the bedroom, yanked the blanket over them, and wrapped her up tightly—leaving only her flushed face exposed.

His voice came low and tight with suppressed frustration.

“Master, let me handle it.”

He didn’t know who had the nerve to drop by uninvited—but he didn’t need to guess. It was definitely another ugly bastard with no sense of self-awareness.

And once again, he had to say—when you like someone, don’t just look at her face. Look at yours. Even he felt unworthy of standing beside Master with how he looked.

As for those misshapen potatoes out there? Please.

How dare they keep bothering his master again and again?

This wasn’t about targeting a certain landlord. This rented apartment was just way too unsafe. He needed to convince Master to move out—somewhere more private.

But when he opened the door—

Xiang Zhi’ang froze.

Wait… even women are trying to steal Master now?