Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
o0o
When Gu Rongming’s car arrived at the Gu family’s main residence, he encountered someone unexpected.
At that moment, he was uncharacteristically restless, watching the seconds tick by on his watch, his usually indifferent face now tense, lips pressed into a thin line as sharp as a blade.
Qi Ren had nearly floored the accelerator, and the silver-gray Ferrari, known for its elegance, screeched down the driveway, cutting through the quiet mountains like a flash of silver lightning.
As the driver sped toward the main house, a sudden, arrogant roar of an off-road vehicle erupted nearby, like a raging beast hurtling toward them. In the blink of an eye, the vehicle charged fiercely at Gu Rongming’s car!
Qi Ren reacted instantly. Seeing the Hummer coming at them, he slammed on the brakes at the last possible moment.
The Hummer’s tires, gripping the road with fierce intensity, sparked against the pavement, its furious roar sending birds scattering from the forest. The distance between the two cars’ hoods was barely an inch.
“Lucky you.”
A man carelessly draped in a suit jacket leaned against the car window, a half-burned cigarette dangling from his lips. The thin smoke curled around his striking, handsome features. His unbuttoned collar hung loose, and a black tie dangled lazily around his neck.
Gu Jin, someone who usually maintained a meticulously groomed appearance almost flamboyant, now appeared entirely different. His slightly long black hair was casually swept back, exuding a rebellious and unruly aura.
“I’ll give you one chance. Tell me where you’ve hidden Ruan Yao, and I might consider letting you die with a bit of dignity.” Gu Jin’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he looked at Gu Rongming, who sat calmly inside the car.
Unlike Gu Jin, who seemed eager to carve 'I’m the best' on his forehead, Gu Rongming was the picture of restraint.
His silk traditional attire was perfectly buttoned, his posture flawless whether sitting or speaking, impeccable in every way.
Gu Rongming showed a flicker of surprise when he saw Gu Jin. “You managed to get out?”
Then, with a sneer, he continued “I suppose you would have learned a thing or two after all these years.”
Gu Jin flicked his cigarette, a cloud of ash falling as he narrowed his eyes dangerously. “I’m nowhere near as skilled in dirty tricks as you, Uncle”
Gu Rongming’s knuckles turned white. “I don’t have time for this. Get lost.”
As he spoke, Qi Ren, who understood Gu Rongming’s intentions well, restarted the car.
But the next second, the Hummer let out a roar even more menacing than the Ferrari’s!
“I’d advise you not to test my patience” Gu Jin said coolly, one hand on the wheel while the other calmly extinguished his cigarette.
“Now, tell me, where is Ruan Yao?”
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The hidden room was filled with a strange, alluring fragrance.
Ruan Yao felt like he’d overplayed his hand.
Things weren’t looking good. He started to calculate how long it would take for Gu Rongming to reach the Gu residence and find him.
“Rest assured Host. According to my calculations, Gu Rongming and Gu Jin will both arrive at the Gu residence in fifteen minutes”
Fifteen minutes. By the time they found Gu Rongzhang’s room and entered this secret chamber, Ruan Yao feared he’d already be at Song Yu’s mercy.
Wait, wasn’t Gu Jin supposed to be locked up?
Ruan Yao wondered about this for a moment, but soon, he had no time to dwell on it.
Song Yu seemed provoked by Ruan Yao’s frivolous, seductive demeanor, driven to an uncontrollable frenzy.
Without hesitation, he pushed Ruan Yao onto the platform of withered roses.
The decayed blooms still carried an air of decadent luxury, and as Ruan Yao’s pale skin pressed against the flowers, the rich, dark crimson juices stained his rounded elbows, leaving them flushed with a provocative hue.
The crystal coffin rattled, chains clinking as they slid like cold serpents over its surface. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, faint bruises began to form on Ruan Yao’s tender, snow-white back.
His breathing was shallow and uneven, limbs desperately pushing against the man closing in on him.
But he was too thin, and Song Yu easily captured his pale wrists, pinning them above Ruan Yao’s head against the cold, hard surface of the coffin lid.
“Ugh!” Ruan Yao groaned in pain, his face reflected against the shimmering crystal, his complexion as flawless as snow.
In the struggle, his shoes slipped off, and his feet, clad in white ankle socks, pressed hard against the man’s thigh, toes curling slightly.
“Song Yu!” Ruan Yao gasped, his lips, as delicate as flower petals, glistening a tempting shade of cherry red under the dim light, revealing a glimpse of pearly white teeth.
“At least not here!” He braced his foot against Song Yu’s thigh, trying to keep him at bay. But the man only needed to bend slightly to brush his nose against Ruan Yao’s.
All his struggling seemed more like a coquettish dance, a pretense of resistance. Ruan Yao kicked his legs wildly.
Heat radiated through the fabric, making Ruan Yao’s body stiffen.
The man’s smile was disturbingly sinister.
My feet aren’t clean anymore, Ruan Yao thought in despair.
“Sometimes I think about putting you inside here” The man tapped the silent coffin, and a clear, crisp hum resonated from the crystal.
“So only I can be with you, only I can see you”
“No one else can have you. Being with me is enough.”
“You could sleep here forever. I’ll use the finest materials to preserve your beauty for eternity.”
The man’s whispered madness made the fine hairs on the back of Ruan Yao’s neck stand up. His long, dark lashes, damp with unshed tears, fluttered slightly.
Song Yu’s state of mind wasn’t right. He was a killer, someone who held life and death in his hands. Ruan Yao had no doubt he might actually follow through with his twisted fantasy.
The system chimed in just in time “Song Yu’s mental state has dropped below normal. It seems… he’s been affected, perhaps by a trace of supernatural influence. It won’t harm you, Host, but it can disturb ordinary humans.”
“Strange, this world shouldn’t have anything beyond the realm of modern science” the system added, puzzled.
Whatever had contaminated Song Yu’s mind, Ruan Yao didn’t have time to figure it out.
The man's delirious mutterings, like the ramblings of a mind pushed to the brink of madness, made the fine hairs on the back of Ruan Yao’s neck stand on end.
The boy's long, thick black eyelashes clung together, glistening with an almost-fallen drop of shimmering moisture.
Something was wrong with Song Yu’s mental state. He was a murderer with lives in his hands, and Ruan Yao had no doubt that if the man acted on a whim, he would end up stuffed inside that very coffin.
The system promptly reported, "Song Yu's mental value has dropped below the normal threshold. It seems… he’s been bewitched.
The detector has picked up faint traces of supernatural energy. It won't harm you, Host, but ordinary humans may be unconsciously contaminated by it."
"Strange… This world shouldn’t have forces beyond the scope of modern science." The system’s tone carried a hint of confusion.
There was no time for Ruan Yao to figure out what had corrupted Song Yu’s mind.
"Song Yu, what you love is nothing more than this face of mine." Ruan Yao interrupted the man’s feverish murmurs, his breath coming in small, strained gasps.
His sweat-dampened black hair clung to his cheek, making his complexion appear even paler. "As far as I know, there’s no technology yet that can preserve a corpse indefinitely. Do you really want to watch me rot away?"
His wide, innocent eyes held a dazed expression. His long lashes trembled, scattering glistening droplets of moisture. Yet the words he spoke were like honey-coated poison—sweet, yet barbed with thorns.
For a moment, Song Yu’s pupils dilated.
"Do you want to watch me rot away?"
To watch that snow-white face grow marred with hideous black decay, to see those delicate limbs expose their fragile bones to witness a rose wither, an inevitable descent into ruin.
The destruction of something beautiful was the most breathtaking sight of all. A sinner wrapped in beauty, consumed in flames, dazzling to the point of blinding, a soul willing to fall into the abyss for a single moment of brilliant bloom.
Ruan Yao met the man’s gaze. His light amber irises were veiled in a thin layer of crystalline mist, reminding one of a soft, innocent fawn, so harmless that one could only place him in their palm and cherish him.
The man lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the tip of Ruan Yao’s nose.
Ruan Yao wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he caught the faint scent of blood lingering on the man.
"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I will make you my everything...if only you choose me"
The man released his grip, and Ruan Yao’s arms dropped to his sides. His wrists bore the deep red imprint of fingers, so tight that he suspected the man had nearly snapped his bones.
A blade appeared in the man’s hand, its steel edge gleaming, its wooden hilt marked with old, oxidized bloodstains.
Ruan Yao’s breath caught.
There was no need to guess, the murder weapon that had killed Gu Rongzhang lay before him.
"Yaoyao, I don’t want any other man in your heart. So tell them you love only me."
The blade was pressed against his slender, snow-white neck.
"System, can I still use the pain-blocking device I redeemed last time?" Ruan Yao asked silently.
The system responded with eagerness, "Yes, you can~"
Ruan Yao took a deep breath. He decided that if he had to, he would reveal his identity and immediately escape this chaotic world.
"When will Gu Rongming and the others arrive?"
"In approximately five minutes. The Gu family’s bodyguards have already started searching the villa."
Two delicate fingers lightly touched the blade’s edge. The razor-sharp steel instantly sliced through the tender skin of his fingertip, a drop of vivid crimson rolling down the blade before blooming like an eerie flower against his pale collarbone.
The man stared, entranced, at the striking drop of red.
"You’re going to stain my clothes" Ruan Yao murmured, lifting his eyes.
His gaze was like that of a fawn, clear and bright his irises reflecting the faint silhouette of the man before him.
He wore a plain white T-shirt, the loose neckline exposing his slender, milk-white collarbone, stirring a quiet hunger.
"My apologies" The man spoke words of regret, but his hands told a different story. His fingers hooked into the hem of Ruan Yao’s shirt, his calloused fingertips pressing against soft, smooth skin like magnets drawn to a precious stone.
Ruan Yao let out a stifled noise of discomfort, his back pressing against the crystal coffin. His jet-black hair spilled behind him, its ends just barely brushing against the flawless curve of his waist.
The thin fabric of his shirt was quickly lifted. The man, indulging in his twisted amusement, made Ruan Yao hold it between his own teeth.
Ruan Yao was surprisingly obedient. His lashes trembled as he lowered his gaze, his cherry-red lips parting slightly. A hint of a crimson tongue peeked through as he bit down on the fabric.
Saliva dampened the pristine cloth, revealing a faint flush of the flesh underneath. His lips, like delicate petals, held the wrinkled fabric, while uncontained moisture slid down the corner of his mouth, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone.
The man’s breath hitched for a moment.
After a long pause, he gripped Ruan Yao’s delicate chin and whispered dangerously, "You’re looking at me like that…."
Ruan Yao’s ears turned red as if stained with blood, and he cursed inwardly.
Nonsense. It was clearly his own problem, yet he insisted on blaming him.
Ruan Yao had serious doubts, would it really not break like this? Was he planning to become a monk for the rest of his life?
He bit the hem of his clothes, unable to speak. His eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing allure, as if draped in the hues of blooming peach blossoms, stirring such a desire in the man before him that even his grip on the knife nearly loosened.
You better hold on tight.
Ruan Yao thought nervously.
“Ten seconds left.”
“Nine…”
“Eight…”
The mechanical voice of the system counted down with unwavering diligence.
Having come this far, Ruan Yao decided to go all in. Wrapping his legs around the man’s firm waist, his loose shorts shifted, exposing a stretch of fair, smooth skin that brushed against the man’s body, instantly disrupting his breath.
“Don’t seduce me” The man spoke, but his body was already betraying him, pressing intimately between Ruan Yao’s legs.
He lowered his head, about to kiss him.
“One…”
Just as the system’s voice fell silent, a startled shout echoed through the chamber:
“There’s light here! Someone’s inside!”
“It’s Madam!”
Now, the fraud’s identity was about to be exposed.
The man froze at the sudden exclamation.
Ruan Yao bit down on his clothes, his exposed upper body revealing the undeniable truth—that the beautiful yet sharp-tongued 'Madam' was, in fact, a man. A complete fraud who had married into the Gu family solely for wealth.
His legs remained tightly wrapped around the man’s waist, refusing to let him move, while the man, unbothered, still held the knife in his grip with confidence.
When Gu Rongming and Gu Jin rushed into the secret chamber with the bodyguards, they were met with a sight that filled them with fury.
The alluring figure, whose clothes had been 'forcibly' pulled up, lay pinned beneath a man on a rose-covered pedestal. His tear-filled eyes shimmered, fragile yet captivating—like a delicate white serpent mercilessly trapped.
The intoxicating scent of crushed roses permeated the air, thick and overwhelming, while a crystal coffin, bound in chains, hung ominously above the sea of flowers.
“Let him go!” Gu Rongming’s rage was so intense that his eyes were streaked with red, his throat filled with the taste of blood. If not for his crippled legs, he would have already charged forward.
Gu Jin’s expression was equally terrifying. Even though the man before him was his own twin brother, he wanted nothing more than to kill him.
And yet, neither of them dared to make a move.
After all, the knife was still pressed against Ruan Yao’s throat.
Ruan Yao, however, remained unbothered. His mission was already complete.
No one had expected such a scandalous scene within the chamber. The bodyguards who had followed the Gu family’s uncle and nephew inside were momentarily stunned, and even Qi Ren stood frozen in disbelief.
“M-Madam… is a man?”
Ruan Yao’s body trembled. Everyone assumed he was terrified of impending death, of his inevitable disgrace.
But only the man beside him noticed Ruan Yao was smiling.
His eyes curved into crescent moons, as if the entire night sky had fallen into their depths, shimmering with countless stars.
“Goodbye,” Ruan Yao whispered in his heart.
Gripping the man’s arm the one holding the knife he suddenly exerted all his strength.
“Pain-blocking mechanism activated” the system announced, deploying the tool just in time.
In an instant, a splash of blood dyed the world red.
A soul-shattering scream rang through the chamber, so intense that it made Ruan Yao’s ears ache.
o0o
When Ruan Yao woke up again, his head was still spinning, and he stumbled to his feet, instinctively covering his vulnerable neck.
"Did it leave a scar, System?" Ruan Yao asked with a tearful voice.
The system hurriedly reassured him, "The marks from the mission world won't transfer to the real world, Host! You can relax!"
Ruan Yao breathed a sigh of relief; even suicide left psychological scars.
"I can't take it anymore. I need to apply for psychological counseling" Ruan Yao wiped the cold sweat still lingering on his forehead, feeling weak and wobbly.
This world had certainly proven Duyu's words true: "The next world will be even harder."
"By the way, system you haven't told me who the main protagonist in this world is."
"Ahem, it's my fault. The main protagonist of this world is Gu Rongming (Shou)"
Oh no, uncle-nephew story. This should be interesting.
Ruan Yao sprawled on the couch, hugging a plush bear pillow while opening his optical brain. The next second, his eyes widened.
His message inbox exploded, hundreds of messages flooding in. His direct superior enthusiastically called him on a video call, nearly making Ruan Yao drop his phone in shock. "Xiao Ruan! You’re amazing!"
On the other end was a burly man with thick black eyebrows, his face full of joy.
He rubbed his large hands together, praising Ruan Yao "You did an excellent job with this mission! Not only did you complete the main mission, but you also retrieved a fragment of a god’s consciousness. You’ve made a huge contribution to our cannon fodder department!"
"Fragment of consciousness?" Ruan Yao was confused. He had almost forgotten about it.
After all, secrets related to gods were far too important, and someone as insignificant as him shouldn’t be involved.
Was there anyone in that world who possessed a god’s fragment of consciousness? He scratched his head, and his thoughts were quickly interrupted when his department head mentioned giving him a raise and some time off.
"Really? Really? Am I finally about to reach the peak of my life!" Ruan Yao’s eyes welled with tears as he emotionally shook hands with his department head through the screen.
Their gaze was full of longing, like a man in love with his partner.
"Make sure to continue contributing to our cannon fodder department!" The department head slapped his thigh enthusiastically. If he were in person, he’d probably knock the wind out of the thin Ruan Yao with a slap.
"Keep up the good work in the next world too!"
"Oh, by the way," the department head finally remembered something important before ending the call, "The earnings from your last mission review livestream are out. They should be transferred to your account in two or three business days."
Ruan Yao was confused. As a newbie, did anyone really watch his mission review?
Oh well, he comforted himself with, "A penny is still money, I can buy two little pudding ice creams with that!"
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END
Author’s Note:
§ Scandalous Rumors §