Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 109

On the screen, the girl was wearing the silk nightgown he had personally dressed her in. Her delicate, pale wrists and ankles were bound by gleaming metal cuffs—so fragile, so helpless.

As she raised her hand, one strap silently slipped off her shoulder. The clinking of chains rang out, and Xiang Zhi’ang saw his master lean in to sniff the soft fur lining the inside of the cuff.

In that instant, every hair on his body stood on end. A hunger he couldn’t suppress spread through every nerve in his body like wildfire.

It felt like it was him she was smelling and caressing.

Incubi didn’t have much body hair to begin with.

Just crafting those four cuffs had nearly cost him his pitiful little tail—he’d plucked it almost bald just to line the insides properly, making sure they were soft enough not to hurt her delicate skin.

He couldn’t smell his own scent, so he had no way of imagining how a human, overdosed on incubus energy, would react when surrounded by that alluring aroma.

All he could see was his master sniffing that patch of soft fur—then rubbing her flushed, porcelain-pink face against it, eyes growing hazy and wet.

She looked… delicious.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

He swallowed uncontrollably. After a few seconds, a wave of cold realization washed over him.

Maybe the reason she liked him so much before… was just because of the incubus effect?

To humans, incubi were nothing more than toys—playthings to summon and dismiss at will. If they got bored, they’d just sell them off like pets.

But to an incubus, loving their master was as natural and necessary as eating, drinking, and breathing. The addiction… was something you couldn’t quit just because you wanted to.

Xiang Zhi’ang had never been a gentle, harmless, obedient little pet.

She wants to abandon him? Sell him off?

No way. Not a chance.

He slapped the high-quality leather whip against his palm. It made a sharp snap like torrential rain. His deep purple eyes were full of shadows and obsession as he stood up and walked to the adjoining room.

A strange heat coursed wildly through Su Ci’s body. The only way she could stay even slightly conscious was by pressing herself against the cold chains.

She heard the steady, heavy footsteps approaching—the shadow of a figure falling across the edge of the European-style bed.

The scent they both carried—the bond they shared—made their bodies ache in longing.

Too much incubus blood in her system… The side effects were kicking in. Even Su Ci could feel the hunger gnawing at her from the inside out, rising from her very bones.

She couldn’t help but lean toward that familiar figure.

But this time, he didn’t move. He stood still, unmoved—so unlike the boy who used to be full of fiery affection.

“…Xiang Zhi’ang, I’m hungry.”

Usually, Su Ci would call him her “hubby” in that indulgent, teasing way—knowing full well he’d made up the name just to manipulate her.

That unbearable hunger stirred a bit of grievance in her voice. And for once, Su Ci didn’t want to play along anymore.

Not unless he came over right now, hugged her, kissed her, and gently coaxed her to feed.

So this is what it felt like when an incubus starved…

Hearing that strange name come from his master’s lips was like being struck by lightning. The boy by the bed stood frozen, face pale, lips trembling.

“Xiang… Zhi’ang? Who is that? Is he your boyfriend?”

Su Ci’s mind was a mess, burning with confusion. She instinctively leaned against his firm chest, panting softly, her voice a warm, gentle whisper.

“Xiang Zhi’ang is hubby. I really want to cook. Hubby, kiss me, okay? Don’t be mad anymore… I didn’t prepare those things, I swear—”

Before she could finish, cool fingers suddenly grabbed her chin. His lips and tongue came crashing down like a storm, giving her no chance to speak.

He knew it. Knew this pretty little mouth of hers needed to be sewn shut—otherwise, sooner or later, she’d say something that would drive him mad… just like now.

Master was hungry. Of course she had to be fed.

Even if she was only using him as a stand-in for that Xiang Zhi’ang.

In the chaotic, fevered haze, the boy kissed her through his tears, his entire body radiating that fierce, unwilling-to-lose energy.

“Master, tell me—who’s better? Your hubby or me? Between me and Xiang Zhi’ang, who deserves to be your husband?”

Su Ci tried to speak, but all that came out were breathless, broken gasps.

“…Stop comparing. You are Xiang Zhi’ang.”

“I’m not! I’m not! Say it again, Master—don’t lie to me!”

Su Ci tilted her head and gently kissed the tense lines of his chiseled face, her voice soft with helpless affection.

“You’re the better one. You’re the only one who’s truly my husband.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Beaming with joy, he unlocked the chains in a few quick moves, handing her the little whip and the restraints he’d prepared ahead of time.

“Good girl. This is your reward. Now Master can punish this disobedient mutt however you want—he’ll be even more satisfying than that Xiang Zhi’ang.”

Su Ci: “…?”

Kid, go home. Please.

Let’s treat the amnesia first.

Whatever the reason, Su Ci couldn’t bring herself to reject the little incubus who had thrown himself into her arms. The whip and restraints didn’t go to waste.

Even though she’d been misunderstood and imprisoned, she never once raised her hand harshly against him. The cold leather grazed over his pale skin, leaving not even a faint red mark.

In contrast, the boy who was bound up looked quite displeased, whining with exaggerated drama and indignation:

“Why isn’t Master using any strength? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

If she could prepare tranquilizer guns and electric batons in advance, what more proof did anyone need? She should treat him worse—that way, when he bullied her, he wouldn’t feel guilty.

Yes, that’s right. He’d only chained her up for a little while, but Xiang Zhi’ang already felt guilty enough to want to slap himself silly.

Sure, Master wanted to sell him to survive.

She was just a girl, in a big city, with no car and no house—working her fingers to the bone day and night. It was understandable that she might consider something like that.

But still—he was angry. He was hurt.

Especially since Master had kept secrets from him, had been entangled with some guy named “Xiang Zhi’ang.” It broke his heart. He didn’t want to believe a single word she said anymore.

No matter how she explained, he refused to listen.

He was convinced she was trying to trick him—lulling him into letting down his guard around “Xiang Zhi’ang,” so the two of them could team up and escape from the estate he’d just bought.

Su Ci had been imprisoned by none other than Xiang Zhi’ang himself.

And a well-fed incubus was not only strong in certain areas—he was also an expert at housework.

There were no hired servants in the estate. Xiang Zhi’ang took care of everything himself—laundry, cooking, cleaning, gardening… He wouldn’t let Su Ci lift a finger.

To keep her eyes on him at all times, he either cuffed them together while he worked or locked her in a room where she could monitor him through the surveillance system.

Su Ci had no words for the little incubus’s childish paranoia. Most of the time, he acted like the whole world was out to get him. Even when she just wanted to sunbathe in the garden, he saw it as a high-alert escape attempt.

“Master, don’t try to leave me. You know exactly how terrifying I can be when I’m angry.”

Under the warm sunlight, he held her tightly in his arms, threatening her with words that should have sounded cold and cruel—but were laced with fear and insecurity.

He knew he couldn’t keep her.

Relying on seduction alone wouldn’t last forever.

Su Ci chuckled and kissed his lips, then moved up to his trembling eyelids, then the crease between his furrowed brows.

“And what happens if I make hubby angry? Are you going to tie yourself up and beg me to whip you while you cry for my love?”

The boy, trying to stay calm, was already blushing furiously.

Master really knew how to handle him.

Just like she said—he was nothing but a shameless, pathetic little mutt. The angrier she got, the harsher she punished him… the more excited he became. He lived for it.

“Master… I’m hungry. Feed me.”