Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 231

Inside the coffin was a luxurious phoenix crown and bridal robe.

Once it was opened, Su Ci’s personal panel updated with new information: 892 coffins remaining, zero gifts from seniors, zero offerings, and under treasures: Phoenix Crown and Bridal Robe ×1.

Most importantly, she gained a full 50 points.

That was the most frustrating part of this instance—luck played a huge role.

Some players might open dozens of coffins and barely get anything, while the lucky ones could casually open one or two and rack up points. And then there were the unluckiest—those who opened a “Beauty” or “Maid” and got captured, forced to become slaves and do free labor.

“Wow, Su Su baby, you’ve got the magic touch.”

The black mist faded.

Li Song was still holding Su Ci’s hand. She leaned in from behind and gently rubbed their cheeks together, a soft graze like both comfort and encouragement.

Su Ci definitely liked girls more, but she knew she wasn’t bisexual deep down.

Li Song acting this way toward her just felt… off.

What was worse was how it made her feel—shy.

And… kind of turned on.

Li Song had the figure: chest, waist, legs, everything—but on her, it hit differently. She knew how to use her assets, all wrapped up in a fire-and-ice goddess aesthetic.

She teased. She tempted. She left Su Ci hot and flustered, palms itching, gaze drifting to the wrong places. Even her nonexistent ghost limbs were about to grow out.

“Mwah. Baby, want to open another one?”

Li Song kissed her again.

Her full, red lips parted like a dew-kissed rose. Her warm breath brushed Su Ci’s ear, just a millimeter away from licking her earlobe.

“Jie-jie, don’t do that…”

Su Ci pulled herself out of her arms.

Seriously, she felt like she had to draw the line somewhere. This was getting way too weird…

When Li Song hugged her from behind earlier, that part felt fuller than hers. Those long legs had strength and curves, her voice was low and sexy with a smoky lilt.

“Not even a little hug for me?” Li Song said, feigning innocence.

She crossed her arms and lifted her generous bust as if to say: “Look, no big deal.”

“Whatever baby has, jie-jie has too. And I’m not trying to take advantage. But if you feel cheated—”

She deliberately drew out the last word and, before Su Ci could react, grabbed her hand and pressed it against her chest.

“I’ll let you feel it back. Sound fair?”

“O.O!”

Su Ci instinctively gave it a squeeze.

It was soft. And springy.

A jolt of electricity shot from her palm through her bones. Li Song let out a breathy moan, seductive and breath-stealing.

Boom—Su Ci’s rational brain exploded.

She tried to pull her hand back, but Li Song wouldn’t let go. She held it down tight, making her resistance look more like… groping.

“Tsk, did I come at a bad time?”

A teasing voice came from the doorway.

Ling Su leaned against the doorframe, candlelight casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes gleamed coldly, lips curled into a smirk full of darkness and mischief.

“Still touching? Careful you don’t pop the implants.”

Su Ci quickly pulled her hand back, flustered for once.

Li Song, on the other hand, was calm as ever, her ice-queen composure unshaken.

“I’m a real D-cup. You jealous?”

The gloomy wind stirred in the tomb. The mood had taken a very weird turn.

Ling Su’s gaze swept down her S-curve silhouette…

And stopped at her unusually flat lower half.

“You know exactly what you traded for it.”

“…Heh.”

Su Ci stood awkwardly off to the side.

Okay… why did she kind of ship them?

Even though they were technically the same person.

Ling Su stepped into the tomb. Wherever he went, coffins popped open one after another, revealing mundane items—8 to 20 points each.

After eight coffins, he racked up 90 points.

Su Ci frowned slightly.

“Don’t open them like that next time. It’s not safe.”

Safety aside, recklessly opening all the coffins increased the odds of triggering traps. Plus, wiping out an entire room meant one less area to explore later.

Ling Su had played through hundreds of instances. He just gave a crooked smile, unbothered and cocky.

“Aw, worried about me? Thanks.”

His goal was to pull players together.

The higher the stakes, the more fun the game.

If they kept this slow pace, how many days would it take to finish this instance?

Without another word, Ling Su sauntered into the next tomb chamber.

Su Ci and Li Song followed and saw him use the same strategy: open everything.

But this time, he pulled a “Gold-Touch Talisman.” Su Ci and Li Song’s panels both updated: [Player has received gift: Gold-Touch Talisman ×1]

[Senior’s Gift: Gold-Touch Talisman – A badge of the Tomb Raider Elite and a protective charm. Can block one Maid’s attack. One-time use.]

Ling Su glanced at the smooth pangolin claw charm.

“Ugly thing. You take it.”

The next second, the crescent-shaped talisman landed in Su Ci’s palm. Her score went up by 100 points.

Ling Su was on a rampage—looting and tossing items her way.

Su Ci gained hundreds of points without lifting a finger.

“Senior’s Gifts” were items meant for tomb raiders. Some could save lives, others could detect danger. But compared to Ling Su’s all-or-nothing playstyle, even those felt slow.

Su Ci wasn’t opening coffins and still couldn’t keep up.

One hour was nearly over.

Suddenly, a cold wind with a metallic tang swept through. Eerie wails echoed in the players’ ears.

[Tomb Raider Qi Bin has disturbed a Maid and has been captured as a slave. Careless tomb raiders, prepare to face the Beauty’s wrath.]

[Applying random debuff…]

[Eavesdropper’s Curse: The Beauty has eyes and ears all over the tomb. Every move you make is under her watch. Raiders, tread carefully.]

And it was only the first hour.

Already one raider had been enslaved. While slaves still counted toward the Beauty’s faction, they earned fewer points from kills.

Getting caught this early? Your odds of surviving the game just hit zero.

No one pitied the fallen player. They were too busy groaning about the new debuff.

The eavesdrop wasn’t terrible by itself.

But what if the Beauty and her Maids could move?

If she used footsteps and whispers to pinpoint locations, then directed her Maids to attack—instant death.

Just as someone had that thought, a broadcast rang out again:

[You raiders sticking together so cleverly—come to the central tomb and face my trial.]

A gust of wind blew through.

Twenty-nine—no, forty tomb raiders appeared in the central tomb.

Some of them had doubled. Su Ci’s team included.

Li Song and Ling Su each had two versions now.

[The Beauty is frail and neglectful. Maids and Slaves may switch shifts once per hour.]

[If you can correctly identify your true partner, I’ll change the shift time to once every two hours. If you fail, it’ll be every half hour.]

The “shift” meant switching locations—transferring the Maids and Slaves to new coffins.

A mix of carrot and stick. Like it or not, the game had begun.

Nine pairs of players stared at their doubles.

Su Ci’s case was even worse—four people.

Li Song #1: “Sweetheart, don’t tell me you can’t recognize me? Are you really going to treat jie-jie like a stranger?”

Li Song #2: “Su Su baby, is jie-jie soft or what? Want another feel? It’s all yours.”

Ling Su #1: “Shameless.”

Ling Su #2: “Filthy and vile.”

Su Ci: “…?”