Bai Shijing x Cheng Rui ①

"Say what you just said again?"

"Okay, host, listen carefully. The protagonist is currently drunk because he is heartbroken after breaking up with you and is having sex with the cannon fodder. Your task is to demonstrate the protagonist's overwhelming possessiveness. In a moment, kick down the door, snatch the protagonist away from the cannon fodder, and force yourself on the protagonist."

Cheng Rui, a transmigrator who just transmigrated into this novel about a scumbag seme and a submissive uke, found himself in the body of the original protagonist seme and was bound to a system that forced him to follow the plot. He had only just landed today and was already facing this kind of explicit scene.

He stood outside the party lounge, peering through the crack in the door at the intertwined figures inside, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Which one is the main character, the bottom?"

"The one in the white shirt," the system replied quickly.

Cheng Rui's gaze did not linger on the white figure, but instead fell on another person.

The man was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with fine beads of sweat. His fluffy blond hair was soaked with sweat and clung to his forehead. His broken eyebrows slanted across his brow bone, beneath which were a pair of narrow, almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, which were now half-closed.

Like a well-served leopard, wild and sensual.

"So that's cannon fodder attack?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes! When I yell 'start,' you kick the door open and go in. First, beat up the cannon fodder attacker and kick him out. Then, force yourself on the protagonist receiver. Remember, you have to be ruthless and crazy enough to show your possessiveness."

Cheng Rui chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "You only come to snatch it after going to the very last step? So I'm here to be the cuckold and the sucker?"

The system chuckled dryly: "How else can you highlight your obsessive and deep affection for the protagonist? Host, get ready, the time has come!"

"Oh." Cheng Rui curled the corners of his lips, but his eyes remained cold. "I understand."

The next second, the system's command rang out sharply: "Now, begin!"

Cheng Rui kicked the door open with a bang, and Ni Guang stood in the doorway.

The two people entangled inside suddenly stopped and turned to look at each other at the same time.

Upon seeing him, the protagonist's face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly scrambled off the man, crying, "Ah Rui, it's not what you see! Let me explain..."

He reached out to hug Cheng Rui's arm, but the other man turned away to avoid him.

Cheng Rui's gaze never fell on him; it remained fixed on the person on the bed.

The man remained in a half-reclining position, merely glancing lazily upwards without saying a word.

"Host, get to work! Beat up the cannon fodder attacker first!" the system screamed frantically in my mind. "Then pin the protagonist to bed! Hurry!"

"Got it." Cheng Rui replied in his mind, then looked at the protagonist who had leaned in front of him.

Before the other person could say another word, he grabbed the other person by the back of the collar.

Cheng Rui's movements were so fast that no one could react in time. The protagonist didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise before he was thrown out of the lounge like a little chick.

Suddenly, only the person on the bed and him remained in the room.

The man on the bed raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the sudden turn of events, but without showing any panic. His eyes held a hint of amusement, as if he were watching an interesting show.

The system screamed in my mind: "Host! You've got it wrong! You've thrown it to the wrong person! That's the main character, the bottom!"

Cheng Rui ignored the system's frustration and walked straight to the bedside, looking down at the person on the bed.

A half-smile played on the other person's lips, their voice slightly hoarse from recent passion: "You two, are you trying to play a relay race?"

Cheng Rui's voice was deep: "Yes."

The man chuckled softly, reached out and hooked his collar, pulling him closer. His breath carried a faint scent of alcohol and lust: "But I just finished with your wife, I'm too tired now. If you want it, you'll have to sit on top and move yourself."

“Sure.” Cheng Rui agreed readily, then took a long stride and sat down directly.

The system was completely dumbfounded: "Host, are you crazy? The mission target is the main character (uke)! What are you going to do to the cannon fodder (seme)?! The whole plot is messed up!"

She talks too much.

Cheng Rui decisively blocked out the system's voice in his mind.

He lowered his head and bit the bronze chest of the person beneath him.

Maintaining silence while others are eating is a basic courtesy.