Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 107

Su Ci had started to notice that her little incubus had been acting… suspicious lately.

Though he’d always been the one handling the household chores—cooking, cleaning, laundry—lately his devotion had gone into overdrive. The moment she stepped through the door, it was as if her feet never touched the ground.

Every day, the outfit she needed was already perfectly matched and ironed, hanging neatly at her bedside. One day, when Su Ci went to grab a silk scarf, Xiang Zhi’ang quickly blocked her in front of the wardrobe.

“Ahem, Master, please wait in the living room. I’ll bring it to you. The closet’s still a mess—I haven’t tidied it yet.”

Su Ci narrowed her eyes. “Are you hiding someone in there?”

His cheeks flushed deep red and his eyes darted around. “I swear there’s no one! It’s really, truly messy—I’ll clean it up in a second!”

The closet was packed full of things he’d bought for her.

There was even a whole section just for the clothes he’d accidentally torn. She didn’t know it, but several sets of her lingerie, shirts, skirts—already long out of commission.

Xiang Zhi’ang couldn’t let her find out.

“Master already works so hard outside the home… Please, just leave these little things to me. If I can’t serve you properly, I’ll feel guilty…”

Su Ci reached out and gently ruffled the boy’s soft, fluffy hair.

That explanation… felt oddly reasonable?

Whether human or demon, teenagers in their rebellious phase always seemed determined to prove themselves. And he was giving it everything he had.

But the oddities didn’t end there.

Su Ci noticed he’d been zoning out a lot. A few times when he came to pick her up from work, he’d be staring at his phone, muttering to himself like he was waiting for some important message.

“Is something bothering you, hubby?”

When she asked, his face immediately betrayed a flash of panic. He stammered, “No, it’s just… I missed you too much, Master.”

Su Ci assumed he was slowly regaining his memories. She didn’t press him further, choosing instead to use up the rest of her vacation days that month to stay home and spend more time with him.

But Xiang Zhi’ang wasn’t remembering anything.

When he was with his master, he didn’t want to think about anything at all.

What he was waiting for was the blood valuation from a buyer on the black market. He couldn’t stay in this crappy rental another day—especially not with a voyeur next door.

That crazy woman from before.

She’d been secretly spying on his master whenever she left the house.

Finally, on a bright sunny afternoon, the buyer sent their offer.

Ten milliliters of blood—for five hundred million yuan.

Xiang Zhi’ang was immensely proud of himself. Not every incubus was worth this much. Clearly, he was a premium-grade demon raised by the best Master ever. Just look at how well he could earn!

Only something this valuable deserved to be raised so tenderly by Master.

While she napped, Xiang Zhi’ang used a specialized syringe to draw a vial of his blood. He left a sticky note on the nightstand:

“Picked up a temp job. Bringing you cake, Master.”

After writing that, he swallowed hard.

Ten milliliters of blood wasn’t a big deal for a man his age—just like a scrape or cut. But for some reason, Xiang Zhi’ang suddenly felt ravenously hungry and unbearably uncomfortable.

He licked his dry lips, then couldn’t resist leaning down to gently kiss his master’s forehead before putting on his hat and mask and heading out to the exchange location.

Suffer now, enjoy later. When he got home, he’d savor her properly.

Next door, Yu Ruowei had been crouched in wait and finally saw him leave the house alone. Sensing her chance, she grabbed the demon-hunting gear she’d stockpiled.

The doorbell rang several times. Groggy from her nap, Su Ci rubbed her sleepy eyes, spotted the note on the nightstand, and smiled softly.

Had he gone out without his keys again?

Since it was just a rental, the front door didn’t have a peephole or a smart lock. As soon as Su Ci cracked the door open, a needle jabbed straight toward her.

Yu Ruowei was fast, but to Su Ci, it felt like slow motion. Calmly, she sidestepped and twisted the woman’s wrist.

With just a gentle twist, the needle sank into Yu Ruowei’s own arm. When she still tried to struggle, Su Ci calmly pushed the plunger, injecting the sedative.

Yu Ruowei’s pupils began to dilate. “You…”

Su Ci stared at her own hands, a little dazed. Since when had she gotten this strong? Lately, all she did was eat, sleep, and get waited on hand and foot—wasn’t she basically spoiled rotten?

What she didn’t know was that every time she passed out after a certain incubus got too excited, he secretly fed her his blood.

After all, in the eyes of a devoted incubus, everything good should go to the master first—including himself.

The better shape his master was in, the more satisfying his next meal would be.

To an incubus, the master was the ultimate tonic. Nothing beat clinging to someone warm and soft like her. Not even ginseng or reishi mushrooms came close.

Thus began a strange and very effective positive feedback loop.

Not only had Su Ci become much stronger, Xiang Zhi’ang had also leveled up dramatically. Those demon hunters who once chased him across the globe—now? They didn’t even register as threats.

So when he set out to meet the buyer in person, he wasn’t afraid in the slightest. If they tried to trick him, he’d just rip their heads off and use them as soccer balls.

To his surprise, only two buyers showed up—middle-aged men in elegant suits, with zero fighting ability.

But the way they looked at him… was hard to describe.

Xiang Zhi’ang felt confused—and slightly disgusted. He’d heard that some humans had, let’s say, eclectic tastes, regardless of gender or age.

Thankfully, they transferred the money quickly. He tugged his mask higher and left the private club without looking back, clearly not wanting to spend another second there.

Inside, the middle-aged man who’d accepted the blood sample exchanged a look with his assistant, his expression complicated.

“I’m not seeing things, right? He…”

The assistant replied, “Chairman, you’re not mistaken. That’s definitely the young master’s scent. The physique matches perfectly. But it seems… he doesn’t recognize you, and…”

“And what?” asked Xiang Zhanhui, voice tight.

The assistant lowered his voice. “He’s… been marked.”

“WHAT did you say?!”

“Marked, sir.”

Su Ci stared at the unconscious Yu Ruowei, at a loss for words.

The demon-hunting gear was scattered across the floor: a sedative injector, binding straps, metal shackles, a leather whip… it was obvious she’d come to capture an incubus for profit.

But hadn’t she regretted it in their last life?

Fate has a funny way of leading people into the same river again and again—only to be swept under by another wave of “coincidence.”

Su Ci considered calling the cops, but after looking around, she realized the hallway was a surveillance dead zone, and Yu Ruowei was the one injured. It would be hard to explain.

Whether out of respect for fellow traders or just to avoid entanglement with a heroine’s narrative, she’d always preferred not to get into conflict with the main female lead.

After thinking it over, she dragged Yu Ruowei out to the hallway. The apartment door next door wasn’t even locked—probably to make hiding demons easier—so Su Ci simply tossed her inside.

Back in her own apartment, just as she was about to throw out the remaining gear, the door was pushed open by a tall, striking figure.

Xiang Zhi’ang stood frozen in the doorway.

“Master… what are you doing?”

His deep violet eyes churned with stormy emotion. His voice was rough, like it had been scraped raw with sandpaper.

Su Ci looked down.

In her hands: a spiked leather whip, industrial-strength restraints, a high-voltage stun baton… and the metal handcuffs she hadn’t gripped properly just clattered to the floor.

To an incubus, that was basically—

The Ten Commandments of Love.