9: Chapter 9 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 8
"009, why don't you take a look at the current situation? The one drugged and imprisoned by Lin Sicheng is me, the one locked to the bed is me, and the one being violated and toyed with without any power to fight back is still me.
During our three years together, I believe I never did anything that could be misunderstood. Our interactions were normal; I only treated him as if I were raising a child and never crossed the line."
By this point, Lu Zhan's state of mind had become somewhat unbalanced. The current situation was far more explosive than all his previous cannon fodder missions combined.
Drugging, imprisonment, golden chains, coercion, violation. Every single one of these was challenging Lu Zhan's rationality and psychological defenses.
"And I haven't even said more than a few words to the male lead, yet you're issuing warnings that his blackening value is fluctuating violently and starting to rise. Then what does everything I'm enduring right now count for?
Is the male lead crazy or has this world become abnormal? If it's like this, then please just let this world with its shattered values be destroyed. I'm tired..."
Lu Zhan had performed cannon fodder missions for so many years and had always been at ease, indifferent, and self-controlled. This was the first time 009 had seen Lu Zhan lose his composure like this.
It was as if he were just using 009 as an outlet for his extreme frustration; all sorts of resigned and discouraged words poured out toward it.
"host, calm down. Don't lower yourself to the level of a brat. You are so powerful; this is just a small difficulty you've encountered. You will definitely be able to solve it easily.
From the looks of it, the male lead has deep feelings for you. See, he's even gone crazy for you. Why don't you consider making a small sacrifice? You won't lose anything.
Otherwise, if the mission fails and the world collapses, not only will you have to pay a large amount of points in compensation, but your retirement will also be indefinitely delayed. For the sake of a perfect retired life, stay calm and think twice, host!"
009's previous words of encouragement didn't sway Lu Zhan at all, but the word 'retirement' accurately struck his weakness.
Lu Zhan: "..."
He was momentarily speechless, his mood complex, and he finally let out a sigh.
He never expected that one day, he, Lu Zhan, would actually need to rely on selling his looks to successfully complete a mission. It was the height of absurdity. This little brat really needs to be taught a lesson!
A touch of coldness suddenly pressed against his warm neck, stroking back and forth, as slick as if a small snake were coiling around him.
Lu Zhan instantly shivered from the discomfort, and goosebumps rose on his fair, tender skin.
His communication with 009 only took a moment; how did this brat get so close all of a sudden?
That hand loosely gripping his neck, and that look in his eyes that seemed to want to swallow him alive—what else did he want to do? Hadn't he gone crazy enough?
As Lu Zhan thought this, he directly raised his hand and pushed Lin Sicheng away. The indifference in his eyes grew even deeper, adding a hint of sharpness. His face instantly turned ice-cold, and his entire being radiated an aura of 'do not approach.'
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked up at the young man before him. Gloomy and paranoid, with a sinister smile, as well as dissatisfaction and violence at being pushed away.
In his eyes, besides a morbidly excited desire, there was a strange sense of satisfaction and relief. He truly looked like a madman.
So, could someone tell him where that considerate, pure, and harmless 'little quilted jacket'—who used to blush for ages just from a hug or holding hands a few years ago—had gone?
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Lu Zhan's tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.
"If you have something to say, say it. Stay away from me. Don't get so close, I'm not used to it."
Seeing his Teacher regain his usual indifferent, self-controlled, cold, and dignified posture...
Instead of feeling intimidated, Lin Sicheng became even more excited. If such a Teacher were stained with lust, one could only imagine how magnificent his demeanor would be.
Thinking this, Lin Sicheng walked over, grabbed Lu Zhan's wrist with one hand, and placed the other back on Lu Zhan's neck.
It was a weakness that had no strength to break free.
"Let go, Lin Sicheng."
His tone was even colder, but the slightly raised pitch revealed a trace of imperceptible panic.
Lin Sicheng leaned down to Lu Zhan's ear and licked the small, cute earlobe. He felt the person beneath him suddenly tremble, and the earlobe turned bright red.
Lin Sicheng spoke with a hint of malice and mockery.
"Teacher, things are different now. Do you think I'll still obediently listen to you? Now that you are the meat on the chopping block, what you say doesn't count."
"You... you..."
Lu Zhan stammered, unable to say anything.
His entire earlobe was taken into the other's mouth. Lu Zhan, who had never experienced matters of the heart, felt half of his body instantly go numb.
Immediately after, Lin Sicheng kissed him, forcefully plundering his territory. Lu Zhan's pale, thin lips were stained crimson once again.
This was the second kiss today, and the second in Lu Zhan's life. He couldn't describe the feeling; it was just that being kissed by the male lead, who was of the same sex, felt a bit uncomfortable.
That being said, the brat's kissing technique was indeed quite good; it was actually quite comfortable.
Just as Lu Zhan was thinking this, he felt his lips being released and his wrists let go, but the hand on his neck seemed to be tightening more and more.
Lu Zhan felt it difficult to breathe, his eyes turned red, and a few physiological tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.
Lu Zhan raised his weak hands, barely placing them on Lin Sicheng's hand.
"Let... go..."
The two words were spoken brokenly.
The person in his hands had a face flushed red from holding his breath, and his gaze was beginning to wander. This person, who had always been powerful and inviolable, was suddenly so fragile it seemed he could be crushed with just a little more strength.
"Teacher, don't be afraid. It will be over in a moment. Xiao Cheng won't let you be lonely. You go first, and I'll come to accompany you immediately. From now on, we can be together forever, and no one will ever be able to separate us again."
Lin Sicheng's words were unnaturally calm, and his entire paranoid and frenzied state was even more abnormal. The strength in his hand did not diminish in the slightest.
"009, come out. If I die, will this male lead 100% die with me, and the mission completely fail?"
"Yes, host. Moreover, the male lead's blackening value is on the verge of its limit. I'm afraid we're going to fail this mission," 009's muffled voice sounded.
"Alright, I understand. We won't fail, don't worry."
His mind was clear, but he couldn't resist his body's instincts. Lu Zhan forced himself to focus, giving his wandering eyes a brief moment of clarity.
His left hand hung down naturally, while his right hand was raised with difficulty, gently stroking Lin Sicheng's cheek. The physiological tears at the corners of his eyes unconsciously dripped onto the hand gripping his neck.
"Okay... Teacher... will accompany... Xiao Cheng..." The few words were spoken intermittently, and as if he hadn't finished, Lu Zhan closed his eyes and fainted.