Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 172

At this point, his “sister” was already locked away at home, trapped in his embrace. Any talk of compensation now was, to You Che, just another form of reward.

The girl didn’t say a word. She simply gazed at him quietly. But as if sensing something, he held his breath and inched closer, completely swept up in the rising tide of emotion.

When their breaths finally mingled, and the faint, clean scent of her reached his nose, You Che closed his eyes and gently, quickly pressed his lips against hers.

The warm, pillowy softness was far richer than he’d ever imagined.

Su Ci let him explore—timid like a kitten, he would kiss and pull away, then kiss again, pulling away once more, repeating the cycle again and again.

Each kiss grew deeper than the one before.

Eventually, even he couldn’t take the tentative back-and-forth anymore. He leaned back just a little, his eyes glistening with intensity as he solemnly declared:

“Jiejie, I want to kiss you.”

“Mm, okay.”

“I mean, with tongue.”

“You can.”

“Really? Then I won’t hold back, jiejie…”

Leaning one arm on the couch, his pale cheeks flushed bright red. He didn’t want to look inexperienced in front of someone he liked, so he forced himself to stay composed and kept confirming with her.

That firm determination mixed with barely-contained hunger gave his sharp, beautiful face a layered complexity.

His usual calm, logic, and foresight had all gone out the window. But his aggressive drive had exploded, growing stronger by the second. Su Ci had no doubt—he was going to kiss her like his life depended on it.

Still, there was no need for such a long wind-up.

She was the one launching the attack, after all, and she never missed her target.

Slender, fair fingers hooked around the back of his neck and pulled him down.

Startled, You Che’s eyes widened as her delicate features rushed toward him. Her long lashes were thick and dark, and her gaze—gentle as the ocean—wrapped tightly around him.

She didn’t close her eyes.

It was as if she wanted to watch him squirm.

Their lips met. A chaotic tangle of lips and tongues.

Some things didn’t require instruction—instinct came built-in.

When his hand brushed against the smooth curve of her waist, You Che regained a shred of reason and started to pull away, only for Su Ci to press his wrist down, guiding him deeper, firmer.

He matched her rhythm, using the lightest pressure to stroke and caress—from the sensitive skin behind her ear down to her lower back. Every movement was precise, never crossing a line.

“Can I kiss here too, Jiejie?”

Thanks to years of training, You Che’s sensitivity to subtle cues was unmatched. Even the smallest shiver didn’t escape him.

His fingertip lightly touched the red mole on the side of her neck. Before she could answer, he bent down and kissed it softly, as if trying to redeem himself for his earlier inexperience.

The phone rang, completely ruining the mood.

Annoyed, You Che frowned and gave her one last hard kiss before running over to pick it up from the carpet. He immediately climbed back into her side.

He didn’t want to answer it—but it was Su Xu.

“Hello? It’s super late, little brother-in-law. What do you want? If it’s not urgent, let’s talk tomorrow. I’m hanging up now…”

This better be important, kid.

He was still salty about Su Xu sabotaging him during the stream. Now he’d just interrupted him again. If it weren’t for the fact that he was her brother…

From the other end, Su Xu—who’d just witnessed his dormmate become his brother-in-law—didn’t even want to comment on how naturally You Che had changed how he addressed him.

“My sister’s missing. I wanted to check if she’s at your place. She was worried about your hand and said she’d come check on you.”

You Che glanced at the girl next to him, lips red from his kisses, and finally felt a twinge of guilt.

“She’s already resting. She’s not going out tonight. You should sleep too, little brother-in-law—staying up late stunts your growth.”

“…?”

“You better explain what the hell you mean by ‘she’s not going out tonight’! What the hell did you do to my sister?! You’re still a freaking teenager—don’t tell me I’m about to be an uncle!”

Su Xu was ready to explode. They’d barely known each other for a few days! He could understand if You Che had just hidden in her room, but now she was spending the night? How was that remotely okay?

Even speed-dating wasn’t this fast!

You Che got chewed out for a good while. The moment Su Xu started trying to explain that kind of knowledge, You Che quickly cut him off:

“Do I look like the type of guy who’d cross the line?”

“You’re a damn animal.”

Su Xu sighed, then muttered,

“Just treat my sister well. Otherwise, my parents and I won’t let you off. And seriously—get a real job. What, you gonna tell my parents you’re the top-tier marksman at your esports peak?”

Sure, being an esports player sounded cool, but it wasn’t a long-term career. In his eyes, his precious big sister was being snatched up by a pig.

You Che paused, then shot back confidently:

“Why would you think gaming’s my career? That’s just a little hobby of mine.”

“…You don’t even go to class. If you’re not gaming, what else can you even do?”

Clearing his throat, You Che replied solemnly,

“My actual career plan is to be a full-time husband. I’ll take care of the house, raise the kids, and wait on the in-laws. What do you say, little brother-in-law? The three of us plus your parents—five-stack game queue?”

Click. Su Xu hung up.

What the hell?! Had gaming fried this guy’s brain?

He should’ve known nothing good ever came out of that kid’s mouth.

Not that bothered by the rejection, You Che turned off his phone and tossed it aside, ready to continue the “compensation” they hadn’t finished.

“Jiejie, what do you think about me being a full-time husb—”

…Asleep?

Her peaceful sleeping face silenced the excitement in his voice. He gently picked her up from the couch and carried her to the bedroom, placing her carefully on the bed.

He was a total night owl with perfect vision, even in the dark. He didn’t need lights to see her clearly.

Bending down, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before closing the bedroom door and returning to the living room.

Su Ci’s phone was still on the coffee table, screen lighting up with new notifications.

He reached for it to mute it—but when a familiar profile picture popped up on a friend request, his whole body went stiff.

His fingers dug unconsciously into his palm.

The six-digit lock screen… He first tried her birthday. Then his own.

It worked.

Inside, a friend request popped up from WeChat.

[Mo Hen: Miss Su, I’m Qin Mo, You Che’s older brother. Would you be interested in getting to know me?]

You Che stared at it for a long time, chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes were bloodshot, and finally, with a stiff motion, he deleted the request.

Worried that guy might’ve added her elsewhere, he combed through every single app on her phone—deleting, blocking, and blacklisting everything until he was sure it was clean.

Except for one app: Love Diary.

That one had a gesture lock.

He couldn’t unlock it. And all night, the anxiety gnawed at him.

He dozed off a little before dawn. Even in his dreams, the devil named Qin Mo was ripping his skin and bones apart, roaring that he would take everything from him.

…

Zhuang Jingyi and Mo Hen were getting along swimmingly.

She never expected the little-known fanfics she’d written would be discovered—and appreciated—by Mo Hen himself.

Naturally, that made her feel like the fans had no taste.

Guided by his subtle nudges, Zhuang Jingyi ended up revealing a lot about her past life, including strategies BOC and DE would use in future matches.

Even though those events hadn’t happened yet.

She said she’d seen them in a dream, and tried to curry more praise from Mo Hen by sharing details about You Che’s status and playstyle.

Qin Mo, as expected, played the perfect lover—occasionally dropping ambiguous flirty remarks or little surprises.

Only he knew just how cold that carefully crafted mask became the moment he hung up the phone.

Half a month had passed since he’d sent that friend request.

There was no response from Ban Wa.

It was like tossing a stone into the ocean.

Meanwhile, she and You Che were practically glued together.

You always crave what you can’t have.

Especially when she was the person sitting at the center of You Che’s heart.

As for Zhuang Jingyi—sure, she knew a lot. But she was just a fool. Even You Che wouldn’t bother with that kind of trash.

And yet she dared to think she was good enough for him?