Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 97

The delirious incubus had no idea what the word master truly meant to humans.

He was simply following instinct—

Clinging tightly to the only lifeline he could find.

There had been demon hunters in the past, too—who tortured him, beat him, just to make him call them something humiliating in that voice of his. “Master.” Or worse.

Xiang Zhi’ang had never submitted.

But now, just by getting close to this girl—who might be friend or foe—his lips seemed to grow a mind of their own.

“Master…”
“Master…”

The word spilled from him over and over again.

He didn’t care if she was a hunter out to kill him.

His blood, his flesh, his bones, his hair… if his master wanted them, she could do whatever she liked. He’d just have to remind her: he was a renewable resource.
Using him up all at once would be a waste.

Best to raise him.
Like a pig.

The fatter, the better.
That way, she could draw blood or carve off meat whenever needed.

Lying inside the cardboard box, Xiang Zhi’ang tilted up his exquisite face. Through the small air hole, his gaze was locked—burning and obsessive—on the girl’s gently bowed face.

Was Master… looking at him too?

Even though the view was narrow and jolted constantly with every bump of the cart, Xiang Zhi’ang was convinced—his master was beautiful.
More beautiful than any incubus he’d ever seen.

Hungry.

He wanted to lick her.

So those demon hunters hadn’t lied after all.

Incubi really were despicable, lowly creatures.

Like him—who, the moment he saw his master, threw away all shame and restraint. He wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, tongue out, like a dog slobbering all over its owner.

Of course, his teeth weren’t sharp like a dog’s, and his tongue was softer, smoother—he’d lick her gently. He wouldn’t hurt her skin.

Lost in his filthy thoughts, Xiang Zhi’ang passed out from blood loss.

Even unconscious, he stayed in the same position, face tilted upward, one hand stretching out from the box, still holding tightly to Su Ci’s hand. He didn’t let go for a second.

Not wanting to jostle him too much, Su Ci pushed the cart slowly, keeping it as steady as possible.

Because there was a bounty on Xiang Zhi’ang from the Demon Hunter Guild, Su Ci didn’t dare take him to a public hospital.

For an incubus, whose entire body was treasure, nowhere was truly safe.
Even the so-called angels in white could be tempted to steal a little for themselves.

A single milliliter of blood was worth millions. Who wouldn’t want to sneak off with even a tiny bit?

Su Ci’s apartment was on the seventh floor, easily accessible by elevator. The landlord was a mild-mannered young man who owned the entire floor.

As she exited the elevator, she happened to bump into him heading out.

The man glanced at the oversized cardboard box—easily twice Su Ci’s size—and asked politely, “Did you buy a new appliance? Need help carrying it in?”

Su Ci shook her head and declined. “No need, thank you.”

She’d draped her coat over the cart, hiding her and Xiang Zhi’ang’s clasped hands. But the cardboard box wasn’t waterproof, and over time, blood had begun to soak through the bottom.

The landlord caught a faint whiff of something sweet and fragrant. Curious, he took two steps closer.

“Miss Su, are you sure? Don’t be shy with me.”

“@&%#￥……”

The box suddenly jolted violently, letting out a mess of strange, rattling, gurgling, squeaky noises.

Su Ci gave the incubus’s hand a quick squeeze.

The sounds stopped immediately.

She turned to the landlord with a sheepish smile.
“It’s a small pet I bought online. Thanks, but he’s a little shy, so I’d rather not trouble you.”

What kind of pet comes in a box that big? The landlord adjusted his glasses in confusion.

“Well, alright then. Be careful.”

He turned toward the elevator but paused, as if something struck him. When he looked back, his pupils dilated in shock.

A hand.

A bloody hand.

Bright red blood had soaked the lower right corner of the box, and one bloodstained hand was sticking out from the gap.

Incubi were rare, sure.

But keeping one wasn’t unheard of anymore.

Still, to think that Miss Su, who always seemed so gentle and harmless, would—would actually…!

Would rather raise an incubus than get a boyfriend!

Maybe… maybe it was time to confess?

He hadn’t dared approach her before. But if she’d rather bond with some filthy, lowly beast than date a human—then maybe, just maybe he stood a chance.

At the very least, he had dozens of properties.

…

Back at Xiangxie Plaza, Yu Ruowei had grit her teeth and taken a cab—painful fare—but all worth it to retrieve her incubus.

But when she arrived behind the flowerbed—

The ground was completely clean. Not a single trace.

Not even a drop of blood, let alone a full-grown incubus like Xiang Zhi’ang.

What the hell?
Had the heavens taken pity on her, agreeing to her wish—and erased him from existence too?

She had prayed for this in her last life, after his brutal revenge. But the timing—why now?!

Without Xiang Zhi’ang, was she supposed to go back to working like a dog? Struggling through life like some lowly wage slave?

Yu Ruowei couldn’t accept that.
In her past life, she’d become Rong City’s wealthiest woman thanks to Xiang Zhi’ang.

She refused to live in poverty again. She was meant to be rich.

He couldn’t have gone far—not while injured and on the run from demon hunters. Refusing to give up, she scoured the plaza thoroughly, unwilling to leave empty-handed.

…

Worried that demon hunters might follow the trail, Su Ci had been extremely cautious on the way back, cleaning up all signs of blood along the route.

Incubi had powerful regenerative abilities, and Xiang Zhi’ang—being a top-tier one—was no exception. Though he’d lost a massive amount of blood and fallen into a stupor, Su Ci had only done basic first aid.

And yet, in just a few hours, he’d already recovered nearly halfway.

The law didn’t protect incubi. But it did protect human ownership.

If Xiang Zhi’ang were to form a bond with Su Ci, he would legally become her property. Even if hunters came knocking, taking him from her by force would be illegal.

But for incubi, a bond could only be formed with one master for life.

It was like marriage—but stricter. Marriage could be broken. Bonds couldn’t.

The master, however, could own multiple incubi.

A completely one-sided agreement.

Xiang Zhi’ang had lost his memory. Su Ci didn’t want to force him into anything—not like this. She would at least wait until he remembered.

Maybe it was the onset of rut, but his body was shifting—fluctuating between hot and cold. Two demon horns had sprouted from his soft black hair. The breath from his nose was scalding.

Su Ci wrung a hot towel and wiped away his sweat. But the moment she leaned close, she felt resistance.

Looking down—

A black tail with a tiny heart-shaped tip had wrapped itself around her wrist.

It was plush and soft, like a fuzzy little tongue sweeping back and forth across her arm.

Su Ci poked it experimentally. It felt bouncy, squishy—like a flocked stress toy.

“Mmm…”

The man on the bed let out a low, raspy moan.

The tail—previously loosely wrapped—tightened instantly.

Caught off guard, Su Ci was yanked onto the bed. Afraid of putting pressure on his wounds, she scrambled for balance—accidentally grabbing one of his horns.

Xiang Zhi’ang’s eyes slowly opened, misty and filled with a violet haze, like two amethyst crystals.

He stared at her—unblinking.

“…Sorry.”

In incubus culture, touching their tail or horns without permission was the same as molestation.

Su Ci gently released his horn, making sure not to trigger any reaction. She pushed herself up slowly using the headboard, careful not to touch him again.

She didn’t have any meds to suppress an incubus’s rut.

If something were to happen now—

Well, with injuries like his, he might burst a wound. Definitely not ideal.

She’d nearly reached the edge of the bed when—

That black tail silently looped around her waist and yanked her back down.

Two more coils, tight and firm.

Master…
Even in dreams, are you still trying to run?

Incubi weren’t built for restraint.

Tails and horns were their weak spots.
Touch them—
And either don’t stop at all…
Or be prepared to pay the price.