Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 108

Wait, I can explain—”

“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it!”

Overwhelmed with grief and rage, the boy lunged forward. In a blink, he’d swept Su Ci into his arms, strong muscles locking her tightly in place.

Bang!

The door slammed shut behind them, kicked closed by his long leg.

Whatever Su Ci was about to say got completely swallowed by the searing heat of his tongue. Xiang Zhi’ang kissed her like a beast let loose—wild, violent, and possessive.

All the while, hot tears streamed down his cheeks.

Feeding was an incubus’s favorite activity.

And his master still tasted just as good as always.

He didn’t even know why he was crying so much.

The more he hurt, the more he gorged himself, unable to stop. The pain in his blood felt like sharp blades, tearing his body apart from the inside out.

He had always believed Master was his salvation.

The one who rescued him from cruel demon hunters, who gave him acceptance and affection like he’d never known. She worked hard every day to support and spoil him, always feeding him until he was completely satisfied…

But in the end, she’d only been raising him like a fattened pig for slaughter.

Even if that was how he’d seen himself too.

But this… this was different. It had to be.

He could willingly tear out his heart, liver, lungs, and kidneys for her—just like how he’d gone out earlier to sell his blood, to buy her a luxury villa and a flashy sports car…

But he could never accept that Master didn’t love him.
That all her kindness was just to fetch a good price later on.

How could she be so cruel?

She had played him perfectly with that sweet, gentle act. If he hadn’t caught her red-handed today, how much longer would she have kept lying to him? Was there not a single shred of sincerity?

His lips crushed hers, salt and heat mixing together in an expert invasion of her mouth, as if trying to consume every last bit of her.

Xiang Zhi’ang refused to let go.

He couldn’t bear to hear her say anything worse than what he’d already imagined.

Even with the truth staring him in the face, what shamed him most was the fact that… even if she drained his blood and carved the flesh from his bones—he still loved her helplessly, hopelessly.

But it hurt. So much. He had to take something sweet from her to make up for it.

Tears fell faster, louder, nearly drowning out the feverish, tangled sounds filling the room.

Every time Su Ci tried to speak, the boy would kiss her even deeper, rough arms and lean hips pressing against her without an inch of hesitation.

It had been a while since Su Ci had been knocked out like this.

It was intense. Addictive, even.

The downside? She passed out before she could explain anything to him.

God, that brat might be young—but he sure could go all out.

Now, Xiang Zhi’ang lay beside her, head down on the bed, tapping the girl’s flushed cheek gently with his curled finger. His body should’ve been satisfied, yet his heart felt like it had been blown wide open.

He’d gone to such lengths to hide the blood sale from her, afraid she’d worry. Snuck around behind her back like it was a crime—only to realize she’d had ill intentions from the start.

How could Master be so disobedient?
Breaking the law, colluding with demons…

Well then. There was no need to pretend to be some innocent little sweetheart anymore.

He bit his fingertip, then pushed it into her mouth—roughly, but still tinged with a twisted gentleness. His eyes were clouded and dark, brimming with obsessive madness.

The vivid red of his blood stained her lips, releasing a scent that was irresistibly sweet—something no human could possibly withstand. Xiang Zhi’ang leaned down again, kissing her still-swollen lips.

Master, you brought this on yourself.

Under the effects of the potent sedative, Yu Ruowei lay sprawled on the floor for nearly a full day and night before she could crawl to her feet, limbs numb and trembling.

She clutched her pounding head, still unable to believe she’d been taken down by Su Ci of all people.

How could any human move like that?

Then, a thought hit her—and her face turned pale.

How could she forget?! They were incubi!

In their previous life, Xiang Zhi’ang had always looked so sickly and weak that she’d never taken the power of an incubus seriously. But thinking about it now—weren’t incubi supposed to be stronger than humans in every way?

He must’ve been so weak last time because he’d never been able to feed.

But now? With him and Su Ci practically glued to each other every day, he had to be well-fed, fully charged—his strength likely skyrocketing.

Incubus. Feeding.

The connection between those two words made something burn inside her. It felt like being a betrayed wife—fuming with rage and disbelief.

Even if she didn’t want Xiang Zhi’ang anymore in this life, how could he just casually do that with another woman?! That wasn’t something you did on a whim—it wasn’t like eating or drinking!

And Su Ci—didn’t she know he was already bound to someone? Even if she was an incubus too, was she really so desperate that she’d settle for someone like him?

Holding the wall for support, Yu Ruowei stumbled out of the room, ready to confront Xiang Zhi’ang and demand answers.

“What do you mean they moved out?!”

In the hallway, Lin Yang was showing the place to a new tenant. Yu Ruowei’s face twisted in fury as she stormed up to him.

“Where did they go?!”

The new tenant recoiled, holding his nose. “What’s that smell?”

Even Lin Yang quietly stepped back a few paces.

“Miss Yu, that’s their private information. I have no idea—and even if I did, I couldn’t tell you.”

That incubus had guarded against him like he was a thief—how would he possibly know where they went? All he knew was they moved stuff in and out a dozen times, and even slapped down the penalty fee without a word.

Yu Ruowei noticed their disgusted expressions and looked down, only to find her light-colored pants stained yellow with… something.

She wished she could crawl into a hole and disappear.

When Su Ci woke up again, a grand crystal chandelier glimmered above her, the carved ceiling painted with intricate designs that resembled medieval murals.

She moved her wrists slightly, and soft fur brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her arms. Then came the cold clinking of metal chains.

She took a deep breath. The air still carried the faint scent of a certain incubus’s body—mixed with a trace of blood she almost didn’t notice—making her heart pound faster and harder.

“…Hubby?”

No one answered. Only the faint echoes of her voice filled the massive room.

Just beyond the wall, Xiang Zhi’ang buried himself in a pile of his master’s clothes, wiping away tears like a madman.

A nearby ultra-HD screen played footage from the surveillance camera in her room.

But he couldn’t bring himself to look.

He was completely calm now—and fully aware of how unforgivable his actions had been.

So hungry… so miserable…

Would Master still coax him, still feed him like before? Obviously not. He’d seen through her secrets, and she knew now that he was a dangerously broken creature.

But… what if?

He was her contracted incubus now. If she truly didn’t want him anymore, he wouldn’t even be able to touch a single strand of her hair—much less pin her down like before.

Time to face reality. The moment he decided to imprison her, he’d cut off any path of retreat. From now on, their fate was mutual destruction.

Dead-eyed, Xiang Zhi’ang crawled out of the clothes pile. He picked up a small leather whip and a specialized restraint designed specifically for subduing incubi.

Not the cheap ones she’d bought—those wouldn’t work on him. He had these custom-made.

Just then, he happened to glance up.

The surveillance feed lit up the screen.

He froze on the spot.

His breath caught.

The restraint in his hand trembled.

And in an instant, a fierce heat surged up his face.