Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 162

Turns out, You Che didn’t just know—he also licked. And not only did he lick, he got addicted to it.

In the steam-filled bathroom, the sound of the shower masked the boy’s ragged, hoarse breathing.

The little plush kitten toy, which its original owner had barely used, was now caught between his long, slender fingers—rubbed, squeezed, and tormented in ways it had never experienced before.

“Mm… Jie…”

His pale, prominent Adam’s apple flushed from the heat, and the soft groans spilling from his throat carried an unbearable mix of longing and need.

It wasn’t enough.

Just using something that belonged to her… was nowhere near enough.

The kitten toy was soaked now—whether from soap or something else wasn’t clear. Its fluffy white body remained plush in his palm, but only he knew just how filthy it had become.

Compared to when he’d snuck it out of her house, it was so much dirtier now—because he hadn’t just licked the toy…

Once the heat subsided, a wave of regret and shame swept over him. The burning in his body refused to go away.

What a waste. In the moment he lost control, he also erased the last trace of her scent.

If Jie ever found out that the pro gamer she liked was secretly a depraved, insatiable pervert… she’d probably be disappointed. Disgusted, even.

Might even unfollow him. Step on him on her way out.

You Che knew how messed up this was. Knew it was creepy and shameful. But he really couldn’t help it—especially after she messaged him before bed.

So he had to keep pretending. Had to make sure she never saw his dirty, twisted true self.

By the time he finished, it was already 11:20 p.m. He slipped under the covers, stashed the kitten plush under his pillow, and opened his private photo album to keep admiring her beauty.

Su Ci had just dried her hair and unlocked her phone when she noticed a certain someone had clearly lied about going to bed early—and was now looping a slideshow of her photos like a devotional video.

She sighed, a mix of helplessness and indulgence in her expression.

“Goodnight, Chebao. See you tomorrow.”

“Mrrrow~”

…

At the DE team club.

On the big screen, a video looped of Team BOC taking the championship in the first segment of the Spring season, ending with an interview clip of BOC’s ADC “Mo Hen” throwing shade during the post-match Q&A.

“Mo Hen, because of your similar playstyle and hero pool, people in the scene often jokingly call you ‘Little You Che.’ What do you think about that?”

The man casually removed his mask, revealing a striking, arrogant face, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Out with the old, in with the new. Though… hmm, was that rude of me to say?”

He didn’t need to finish. Everyone knew the full idiom: “The waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves before; the older waves die on the shore.”

Everyone on DE’s side looked furious.

After all, You Che really had nearly died in that crash—and their previous coach had died in it too. Who could guarantee the brake failure wasn’t some scheme by the rival team?

Especially that smug bastard Mo Hen, who always clashed with their young boss. Every time they met on the field, he never missed a chance to disgust everyone.

“Bang—!”

DE’s starting jungler, Shang Xue, hurled the remote at the wall, cutting the video short.

“That trash thinks he’s hot shit? Couldn’t beat Che-ge on the field, so he messed with his car? How the hell does someone like that still get to compete?”

Midlaner Yu Zhe frowned. “Thick-skinned, that’s for sure. Che-ge’s two years younger than him. If anyone’s the new wave crushing the old, it’s Che-ge steamrolling him.”

People online even had the nerve to claim the crash was faked, that You Che chickened out of facing Mo Hen? Ridiculous.

Toplaner Qing Jian was the most hot-tempered of them all. He grabbed his keyboard and started flaming antis on Weibo and forums, dragging the entire BOC team and their fanbase into the fight.

Meanwhile, the new coach, Coach Sun, sat there pale and silent, too terrified to chime in.

Especially after what happened to the last coach…

But the pay was too damn good. He had no choice but to risk it.

Sub ADC Ah Qi, who had been promoted to stand-in for You Che, hesitantly asked, “Is Che-ge still recovering? When is he coming back? If this goes on, I’m gonna completely wash out…”

Who could understand his pain? One day he was just a backup; the next, he was suddenly on the main roster.

At first, the opportunity felt like a golden blessing from heaven—until the pressure hit and it started to feel like he was being crushed to death by it.

His playstyle was completely different from Che-ge’s.

And under the weight of four elite teammates, no matter how hard he trained, he was always the example of what not to do. The depression was real.

Even worse, in scrims against the academy team, he’d get stomped so hard he left skid marks on the floor.

If the lane didn’t go well, it had to be either his own fault or the support’s.

Ah Qi’s support was Tang Yuan—formerly You Che’s support. And Tang Yuan constantly complained that Ah Qi wasn’t aggressive enough, couldn’t keep up with his tempo…

Though Ah Qi suspected Tang Yuan wasn’t warding properly in some matches, so diving blindly into fights was just suicide.

But Tang Yuan was a veteran, a two-time championship starter, so Ah Qi didn’t dare challenge him. Maybe it was his fault.

Tang Yuan stayed silent throughout the meeting.

Bot lane synergy was notoriously hard to build, so the team understood he was frustrated and didn’t press him too hard.

Coach Sun began reviewing recent matches and sternly said, “Tang Yuan, your recent gameplay has been too impulsive. You’re not playing right.”

Tang Yuan glanced at Ah Qi and snapped, “Blaming me again? If he can’t keep up, that’s his problem. What’s it got to do with me?”

The coach knew Tang Yuan and You Che had once been the dream bot lane duo. Every time they stepped on stage, they left the crowd in awe.

Compared to that, Ah Qi definitely seemed conservative.

So the coach didn’t argue further.

After reviewing footage and analyzing BOC’s three-match win streak, Coach Sun finally called the young boss.

By all rights, You Che was supposed to return to training two days ago. No one knew why he hadn’t. But he was the boss—who dared to rush him?

The call connected. On the other end came a clear voice tinged with impatience:

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Uh, boss, are you… busy right now?”

“Yeah. Moving. Speak quickly.”

Moving?

The coach was stunned. “Where are you moving to? Aren’t you staying at the base with the team?”

“Nope. Is Ah Qi there? Let him keep playing.”

Ah Qi: “……”

Wait—Che-ge, no! I’m not ready!

You Che really was busy—moving all his stuff into the unit above Su Ci’s.

He’d also bought a full livestream setup and a small photo printer.

Originally, he planned to order custom posters and photo prints (inspired by her collection), but then thought—if he sent the pictures out, what if some scummy company kept extra copies?

What if someone stuck Jie’s poster in their bedroom and… did things to it?

Nope. Safer to handle it all himself.

He set down a heavy box and leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Before he was fully recovered, he casually dropped a bomb:

“I’ve got a fan meet this afternoon.”

Coach Sun: “…?”

Dude, you’re skipping training. Nobody asked what your afternoon plans were.

Wait, hold up.

A fan meet?

With who? A fan? Male or female?

The meeting room fell dead silent. The other four teammates gaped at each other.

Ah Qi shrieked like a prairie dog, “WTF—Che-ge isn’t gonna sleep with a fan, is he?!”