Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 276

Su Ci was furious. She grabbed the drying rack and drove Shi Yan out the door. The moment she locked it behind him, her phone buzzed with a transfer notification from him.

【Bargain Boss: Transferred ¥5.00】
【Bargain Boss: Thanks for tonight. I’ll treat you to dinner another day.】

She stared at the message, ears ringing in disbelief.

On one hand, you couldn’t call him stingy—he did remember to send a thank-you fee after asking for help.
On the other hand… five yuan? That wasn’t even enough to cover ointment and bandages.

She had been exposed to some not-so-age-appropriate content (t/n: a euphemism often used in Chinese to refer to sexual situations or nudity) and was now dealing with the fallout.

Su Ci didn’t accept the transfer. She didn’t reply either. Instead, she kicked the bedroom door shut with a loud bang, dove onto her bed, and wrapped herself in the blanket from head to toe.

This is bad. This is really, really bad…
I’m going to get a sty from this.

Even with her eyes closed, all she could see were Shi Yan’s dripping wet abs, that tight chest, and the tantalizing sliver of—

…Pink…

A thigh! Yes, a very… powerful… thigh!

Long. Thick.

Emmm… Nope. Still lying to herself.

That man! Why the hell didn’t he wear underwear?!

Who’s going to pay to restore her pure, innocent eyes?!

The power had been out for thirty minutes. The air conditioning was long gone, and after a while cocooned in the blanket, Su Ci was drenched in sweat, panting like a fish out of water. She was dangerously close to passing out from self-inflicted oxygen deprivation.

She kicked off the covers and bolted upright, gasping for air. After tiptoeing to the door and locking it—despite knowing her roommate wasn’t home—she pulled out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and rummaged through her desk drawer.

From the very back, she retrieved a collector’s edition manga.

She had to know—how did Shi Yan measure up against the male lead of those steamy comics?

This totally counts as academic research, right? A thirst for knowledge?

Learning is essential for…

…population control, marital harmony, family stability, stress relief…

In short—whatever. She already opened it, no going back now.

The comic had been a birthday gift from her best friend. The first time Su Ci flipped it open and was greeted by the wide, exposed chest of the male lead, she screamed and threw it ten meters away.

The second time, she forced herself through the shame and read it cover to cover.

The third time, she read it again, trying to understand it on a deeper level.

The fourth time… she was completely hooked.

The protagonist was a genius at pushing boundaries—popsicles, billiard balls, trophies, cherry tomatoes, strawberries, ice cubes, lollipops, merry-go-rounds…

Even now, it was shockingly creative.

But tonight, as Su Ci flipped through the pages, the thrill was gone. No racing heart, no flush spreading across her skin. In fact… she was a little bored.

The proportions were absurd—the male lead could easily balance three women on each shoulder. The contrast in size made it feel like the Hulk seducing Snow White. The lines were crude, vulgar even, and the dirty talk was downright demeaning.

Shi Yan was nothing like that.

Yes, maybe he was a bit cheap, but he was polite. He helped her haggle for discounts, gave her rides, helped her avoid scams…

And this is how she repays a good neighbor? By turning him into fantasy fuel?!

But then again… tall, handsome, washboard abs, a perfect nose bridge, clean and tidy… He looked so capable. Probably had excellent—reproductive potential…

“Agh! Shut up, brain!”

Just laugh it off. Laugh it off…

What am I, a pervert?

Yes. Yes, I am.

I’m a full-on, unapologetic perv!

Accepting this devastating truth, Su Ci rubbed her face in despair—only to find it burning hot, slick with sweat. Her body was sticky and uncomfortable all over.

She chucked the comic straight into the trash and, groping in the dark, grabbed a nightdress and headed for a cold shower.

Halfway through, she burst out laughing.

She was acting just like those sleazy jerks in romance novels—harassing the heroine, ogling body parts she had no business seeing, and fantasizing about things she definitely shouldn’t have.

And in the end? Left to cool off alone, cursing herself under a freezing stream of water.

By the time Su Ci finished her shower, it was already 3:30 a.m.

She wasn’t even sleepy. If anything, she was more alert than before.

Wandering into the living room with her phone in hand, she noticed a wrinkle in one of the couch cushions.

The exact spot Shi Yan had sat earlier.

Just imagining that shameless man sitting there bare down there made her ears burn.

Her temples throbbed. In a panic, she yanked the cushion off and stuffed it into the washing machine. She dumped in half a bottle of detergent—

—then remembered the power was still out.

Just kill me already.

Because of Shi Yan’s unexpected visit, Su Ci hadn’t slept all night. She spent the hours deep-cleaning both the living room and her bedroom.

This was a shared apartment. The living room was common space—no way could she let her roommate see any… clues.

As for the bedroom? That was all on her.

The sheets and duvet were soaked. Everything had to be changed.

At 7 a.m., having finally tidied everything, Su Ci bagged up two sacks of trash. She needed to destroy the evidence before her roommate came home.

Wearing a mask and a cap, she crept downstairs.

The garbage bins were just ahead. Sweet freedom was within reach. She raised a hand to toss—

—but missed.

A long, fair hand intercepted her throw.

“Wrong bin. That’s not kitchen waste.”

Su Ci followed that elegant hand upward—

—and her heart stopped when she saw Shi Yan’s face.

“What are the odds? You’re heading to work?”

“Got the day off. Just tossing trash.”

Shi Yan, dressed casually in a T-shirt and sweatpants, looked relaxed and content, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He opened a large trash bag and slowly sorted its contents into different bins, meticulous like he was processing million-dollar orders.

Su Ci gulped.

She hadn’t sorted hers. One bag for the living room, one for the bedroom… The comparison was devastating. Her laziness was blindingly obvious.

Shi Yan, for once, wasn’t in his usual business attire. Even in something as plain as a T-shirt and joggers, he gave off a languid charm.

But Su Ci wasn’t in the mood to admire his style.

No matter what he wore, she thought he looked indecent.

Tight clothes? Showing off on purpose.
Loose clothes? Leaving too much to the imagination.
Wearing accessories? Overly done.
Not wearing any? Pretending to be the wholesome type.

All she could think about was her own shame, so she turned sharply, trying to leave—

Resist the male temptation. Starts with me.

“Heading out? I’ll take that.”

Shi Yan snatched the two garbage bags from her hand. Their fingers brushed—brief, but warm.

Without looking back, Su Ci bolted into the elevator.

She couldn’t shake the feeling—

That Shi Yan was seducing her.

Was it just her imagination?

It couldn’t be, right? Then why did he leave the top buttons of his shirt undone? His collarbones and that line down his chest were fully on display! Teasing like that, shameless!

Su Ci slammed the door behind her in despair.

Confirmed.

Not only was she a pervert—she was delusional, too.

She slumped on the sofa, questioning her entire existence.

Was it because of her livestreams? Had all the praise from fans gone to her head? Had she become the kind of narcissistic girl who thought the world revolved around her?

When her roommate Cai Fu walked in, she found their gorgeous Su Su staring off blankly, chin in her hand.

“I’m back, my darling Su Su!”

She tossed some local snacks onto the coffee table and flopped down beside Su Ci, clinging to her affectionately.

“Eh? Where’s the couch cushion?”

Snapped out of her daze, Su Ci cleared her throat and muttered, “It was… kinda dirty. I threw it in the wash.”

“Oh, okay… Su Su, have you eaten? I’m ordering takeout. What do you feel like?”

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

If only it were just her stomach that felt empty…

As Cai Fu scrolled through food options, she suddenly sat up, startled.
“Wait, didn’t you just wash the cushions a couple days ago? You even did it yourself!”

Su Ci: “…”

Just end it. I’m done.

Downstairs at Building 14, Shi Yan carried two heavy trash bags. The thin, semi-transparent plastic made it easy to glimpse the contents inside.

One bag appeared to have a book in it.

He glanced around. No one was nearby. On impulse, he brought that bag back to his apartment.

Right on top, just beneath a layer of snack wrappers and paper scraps, sat the book in question.

Maybe it had fallen in by accident?

Frowning, Shi Yan picked it up.

《Ravished and Impregnated by My Burly Neighbor》

“Whoosh—”

The palm-sized comic book went flying.