Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 171

If You Che hadn’t announced it himself, no one would’ve noticed his new profile picture—it was just a tiny dark little circle.

But of course, he had to show it off in the most high-key, dramatic way possible.

In the blink of an eye, fans and casual onlookers, still trying to make sense of the scandal, were suddenly smacked in the face with a truckload of dog food.

【Oh my god, this is peak social death right here!】
【Wait, are you telling me you plastered Banwa-laoshi’s smutty “emperor sketch” on your profile pic and then shamelessly bragged about it to the entire internet?!】
【AHHHH! That’s not just “emperor style,” that’s practically NSFW! I couldn’t even post that pic—go watch that kitten nursing gif instead! God, I love this mess.】
【Help! I only dare to read Banwa’s fics under the covers at night, font size turned all the way down on the subway. You’re fearless…】
【Honestly, You Che, is there nothing on this planet worth holding onto anymore?】
【Be a good boy, Chezi. Grab Banwa-laoshi, and immediately—right now—go start a new life on a planet where no one knows you. I’ll pretend I never stanned you.】
【God I wish I had the shamelessness to live like him.】
【Enough. Not only did he willingly become a homewrecker, he’s also starting off eighteen levels beneath the social ladder. I’m unfollowing.】
【Okay but… you’re seriously eating that meal, huh?】

Because the illustration had been drawn privately for You Che, Su Ci hadn’t been too strict with the censorship. So now, when fans tried to share the reversed version of the image, it kept getting flagged and taken down.

Curled up on the couch with the girl in his arms, You Che stared at the onslaught of baffling comments, lost in thought.

“Jiejie, what’s an ’emperor sketch’?”

The 12G internet-savvy teen had never been corrupted by online degeneracy. His first thought was a meme of a cartoon panda in a yellow dragon robe.

But… what did that have to do with a kitten… nursing?

Didn’t Jiejie say she was drawing him?

Thinking of the fat tabby downstairs who got to sleep in Su Ci’s bed every night, snuggled under her blankets from dusk till dawn, You Che suddenly felt very jealous.

Staring into those clear, innocent eyes, Su Ci didn’t know how to explain. It was such an obvious pun, yet she didn’t want to corrupt the kid.

“Have you seen palace dramas? Emperor sketch means… after the emperor flips a concubine’s nameplate, they do… certain things together.”

“Really?”

Clearly misunderstanding, You Che hugged her tighter and asked nervously:

“Jiejie, don’t pick other concubines, okay? Just pick me, okay?”

“Okay. Only you.”

Su Ci smiled, then, as if remembering something, played with his long, slender fingers and asked in a gentle tone:

“Chebao, did you steal something from me?”

At once, You Che tensed up, his lashes trembling as his gaze darted everywhere.

“N-No! Did you lose something? I’ll buy you a new one, I promise!”

He had, in fact, stolen a certain little white kitten toy. He was planning on buying some new ones to make it up to her…

But that thing wasn’t easy to replace. And he wasn’t sure if she’d even like the kind he got. But hey, wasn’t he right here? Why couldn’t she just play with him instead?

Toys were cold and lifeless. He was way more fun!

Su Ci gave him a teasing look.

“It was a little white kitten plush.”

Her fingertips brushed his burning red earlobe as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin:

“Chebao, did you ever sneak a lick? What did it taste like?”

Like being struck by lightning, You Che’s entire face turned crimson. He slapped a hand over her mouth in panic.

“S-Sweet! It was sweet! Jiejie, please stop talking!”

He didn’t even stop to wonder how she knew what he had done with that kitten toy.

His mind was overwhelmed with embarrassment, like it was about to short-circuit from overheating.

But wait… kitten?

Suddenly, You Che’s eyes flew wide open. He quickly zoomed in on his profile picture—and sure enough, hidden in the shadows, there was a fluffy little figure that looked like a cat.

And the spot it was lounging on was… his chest!

A terrifying realization struck him like a train. He scrambled to delete the profile picture, only to be met with a soul-crushing reality:

You can only change your avatar once every 7 days.

Looking utterly destroyed, he turned to Su Ci for help.

“Jiejie, what do I do? Did everyone see me? Do you think I’m disgusting? Am I a disgrace now? I can’t face anyone…”

“No worries. Just report it.”

Su Ci calmly pulled out her phone and submitted reports for You Che’s avatars across every social media platform. With the current wave of strict moderation, they were quickly wiped out and replaced with blanks.

Some apps didn’t allow changes so soon, and would just display: “This user’s avatar is unavailable.”

You Che had been devastated at first. But as he watched how she navigated each platform—not by searching his username, but by directly going to her one and only “following” list—his frown began to melt into a smile.

Every app. Every old account. Even his cringey early-era side profiles—she followed them all.

He couldn’t stop the goofy smile tugging at his lips.

How could she like him this much?

If there were ever a time where crying and laughing could exist in perfect harmony, this was it.

After they’d dealt with a dozen avatars, You Che finally noticed all the comments talking about the “reversed image.” Quickly, he opened his photo editor and inverted the colors.

One glance—and he yeeted his phone across the room in shame.

That was the third phone he’d broken recently.

The first had shattered while he was sneaking around her bedroom looking for that kitten toy.

The second… while he was doing inappropriate things with it at home.

And now this…

Su Ci hadn’t lied. The picture was of him—naked, flushed, and pinned beneath a blue-eyed ragdoll cat licking him like a baby.

The kitten’s soft pink tongue made his scalp tingle.

Its fluffy tail curled down his abs, suspiciously hiding a certain part of him, while its expression mirrored his own in eerie detail.

Su Ci acted like she didn’t see his shame, still speaking in that sweet, affectionate tone.

“What’s wrong? Chebao doesn’t like the drawing?”

No going back now. She was a private stalker fan, after all. And private fans never gave their prey a chance to back out. If he refused, she’d only make him pay for it tenfold.

You Che buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled and hoarse:

“I like it… I really like it, Jiejie. I was just too excited. Did I scare you?”

He was just a teenager—young and shy. Seeing himself in that kind of drawing had startled him, but also filled his heart with a sticky sweetness that only grew stronger.

It was a strange feeling.

He used to find delusional fans disgusting—those who wrote themselves into fake romances with him. But now? Being drawn by her was an honor beyond words.

Love, after all, meant feeling a physical pull. If Jiejie didn’t like him, why would she draw such steamy pictures of him and no one else? Why would she follow only him?

Working out and training his body wasn’t just for show—it was for her to enjoy. Muscles, stamina—God’s gifts, meant to serve Jiejie.

Su Ci gently pinched the back of his neck. His skin was smooth and warm, just like her little cat Chebao—but this big Chebao seemed even clingier.

“You did scare me. Think you can make it up to me?”

Her soft whisper tickled his ears. Bathed in warm light, You Che nervously bit his lip.

“What kind of… compensation does Jiejie want?”