Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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Ruan Yao was dazed and blinked sluggishly.
"I’m just a loathsome stepping stone in your life" he thought silently.
Pei Xinan could tell at a glance that the fool in front of him had completely failed to understand his meaning.
The ambiguous, romantic atmosphere he had painstakingly created instantly shattered. With a cold expression, he curled his fingers and flicked Ruan Yao’s smooth forehead.
Ruan Yao covered his forehead, feeling aggrieved, wondering why this person always liked to start hitting him mid-conversation.
That day, when Pei Xinan ran out of the charity gala, it really seemed like he was on vacation. He spent the entire day dragging Ruan Yao around to every major attraction in Yun City.
In the end, the two of them parted ways beneath the hotel where the film crew was staying.
Ruan Yao had no idea where Pei Xinan got all that energy. By the time he returned to the hotel, he was so exhausted he could have collapsed straight onto the floor.
"A month from now is my birthday, and also my first concert after coming of age." Pei Xinan’s eyes shone brightly as he looked at him. "Will you come?"
Ruan Yao pressed his lips together, wanting to say that if he could complete his mission early, he would disappear from this world.
Seeing Ruan Yao remain silent, Pei Xinan’s gaze darkened. He wrapped an arm around Ruan Yao’s nape, their foreheads touching, warm breaths intertwining between their lips.
Ruan Yao smelled good everywhere. The closer he got, the more overwhelming the fragrance became, sinking deep into the bones.
Furrowing his brows in a feigned fierceness, Pei Xinan declared "I don’t care. You’re mine. You have to come."
"Host, Sheng Yirong is here" the system reminded.
Ruan Yao had particularly sharp ears, and since they were in a spacious underground parking lot, he could vaguely hear the crisp sound of pointed leather shoes tapping against the floor.
It felt like they were stepping on his heart.
A silent threat spread through the vast space.
This was actually a great opportunity, he thought.
Soft, pale arms took the initiative to embrace the young man. The fairy-like golden eyes curved slightly, the scent at his neck growing even more intoxicating until their lips finally met.
Ruan Yao had never been this proactive before, and for a moment, Pei Xinan was completely stunned.
Ruan Yao had been forcibly kissed so many times, in almost every possible position.
Yet when it came time for him to take the lead, he was still incredibly stiff, only pressing his lips against Pei Xinan’s without really knowing what to do. His jaw remained tightly clenched from nervousness.
The soft red lips pressed against Pei Xinan’s mouth as if embracing death itself. For a moment, he even forgot to breathe, his own face flushing red from holding it in.
The slender and frail body trembled in Pei Xinan’s grasp.
Pei Xinan thought Ruan Yao was just too nervous and held his shoulder in a soothing embrace.
Ruan Yao knew that Sheng Yirong was watching them.
Footsteps stopped not far behind.
“So clumsy, you don’t even know how to kiss” Pei Xinan’s tone sounded disdainful, yet his tongue gently pried open Ruan Yao’s inexperienced teeth, lightly sweeping over his pearl-like white teeth.
Ruan Yao obediently parted his lips slightly, letting Pei Xinan’s tongue entwine with his.
Because of his nervousness, he even closed his eyes, and his long, black phoenix-feather-like lashes trembled.
Sheng Yirong must want to kill him right now.
Ruan Yao thought.
As long as he quickly completed his mission to raise the hatred value and found a chance to log out, it didn’t matter how Sheng Yirong decided to deal with him.
A bead of clear saliva trailed down from the corner of his rosy lips, dampening his snow-white chin before finally slipping into the collar, stirring boundless thoughts.
Today, he was wearing a neatly buttoned shirt, but in the boy’s eagerness, the collar had been roughly pulled open, leaving a disheveled, tantalizing gap that perfectly exposed his slender neck and the deep hollow at his collarbone.
Ruan Yao was born delicate and frail, yet he wasn’t the kind of thin that exposed bones.
A soft, crystalline layer of flesh covered his slender frame, and when touched, he felt like a plush, doughy ball, something one couldn’t resist squeezing harder to leave deeper marks of ownership.
Perhaps because of this, that tiny dip at his collarbone only made Pei Xinan’s burning lust ignite further.
He wanted to see that small sunken area filled with dirty liquid.
The stimulated body, flushed with a faint blush, trembled weakly in his palm.
When the liquid filling his collarbone and the dip of his throat finally spilled over and drenched his whole body, it felt as though he were holding a slippery little fish gasping out of water.
Ruan Yao only felt his tongue ache from being sucked too hard.
Pei Xinan, having tasted the pleasure, unconsciously tightened his grip on Ruan Yao’s shoulder. The soft red tongue hidden behind lips and teeth was trapped by Pei Xinan, helplessly letting him graze his teeth over it.
It felt as if the tip of his tongue was swollen.
Ruan Yao realized he had been mistaken. A bastard man had no regard for age differences after all.
He finally couldn’t take it anymore. Carefully cracking open his eyes, a layer of clear moisture clung to his long lashes.
“Stop kissing,” he whispered weakly, unable to even regulate his breathing.
His face flushed red like a blooming morning rose. His fingers, drained of strength, rested against the boy’s body, softly pushing against his deepening advances.
If this didn’t stop, he feared his lips would swell. Then everyone would immediately know what he had done.
In the end, Pei Xinan reluctantly nibbled at the wet, glistening petal of his lips before finally parting from him.
Ruan Yao immediately retreated three steps, eyes brimming with tears as he covered his mouth. His tongue felt so numb that he couldn’t even sense it anymore.
Even though he had initiated it, thinking about it still made him feel so wronged.
Pei Xinan leaned close to his ear and murmured, “If anyone tries to force you, just kick him down there.”
Pinching the tip of Ruan Yao’s ear, he grinned and said, “Your husband’s got you covered.”
“Kick hard, make sure the old pervert never has kids again.” Pei Xinan’s smile was eerie, his gaze dark.
Ruan Yao felt like there was something hidden in his words. For a moment, he even suspected that Pei Xinan knew Sheng Yirong was watching them from the shadows.
But human perception shouldn’t be comparable to that of a demon.
Ruan Yao watched as Pei Xinan’s car slowly disappeared from view, then casually turned to take the elevator back to the set.
The sharp clack of leather shoes against the polished concrete floor echoed as the man approached unhurriedly.
The screen on the wall displayed the elevator descending from the eighth floor.
His sensitive nerves immediately picked up on the threat, shrieking alarms of danger. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood upright in terror.
The numbers kept counting down, and Ruan Yao could hear the sound of his own teeth chattering.
The shadow Sheng Yirong had left on this body was far too great. Just feeling him draw closer made his legs so weak that he could barely stand.
A thin layer of cold sweat seeped into his palm. He clenched the fabric in his grasp, silently rubbing away the dampness.
“You acted well. Even I almost believed it.”
The footsteps finally stopped less than a centimeter behind him. The towering silhouette of the man loomed over him, nearly enveloping the bristling boy in an oppressive embrace.
The moment the man’s hand landed on his shoulder, the elevator let out a crisp “ding” as the doors slid open.
Inside stood a tall, gaunt man with a pale face.
Ruan Yao opened his mouth, his voice barely above a whisper: “Yang Fei… save me.”
Sheng Yirong cast him a faint glance, a smile that could only be described as chilling appearing on his lips. “What use do you have for him, hmm? He’s just my dog.”
Yang Fei’s face lost all color, yet he obediently lowered his eyes, showing no reaction to the scene unfolding before him.
Even though his fists, hidden at his sides, were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Ruan Yao also realized that seeking help from Yang Fei was completely useless.
His small face turned pale in an instant.
Of course, if it had been useful, he wouldn’t have ended up as Sheng Yirong’s caged canary back then.
Sheng Yirong had already seized his cold hand. The man’s calloused fingers brushed ambiguously over his delicate palm, and his magnetic voice sent an unbearable itch reverberating through his eardrums.
“How did you deceive him? With your eyes, your lips, or…” His long, well-defined fingers slowly trailed down from the collar toward an even more dangerous place.
Ruan Yao could no longer hold back and reached out to grab the man’s wandering fingers.
“It has nothing to do with you.” He forced himself to sound calm when he spoke, but unfortunately, the faint tremble in his voice mercilessly betrayed him.
“Yao Yao, you know exactly what I can’t stand the most.” He grasped Ruan Yao as if catching a small bird, light and effortless, yet his tone carried a seething jealousy. “I hate it when someone covets what’s mine.”
“That Pei guy seems to be a singer?” He mentioned Pei Xinan nonchalantly right beside Ruan Yao’s ear.
“Isn’t he preparing for a concert recently?”
With each question, the warmth in Ruan Yao’s palms visibly faded bit by bit.
He looked truly afraid of him, his eyes glistening as if teetering on the verge of spilling pearl-like tears.
However, if that was the case, why betray him?
“You know very well that without you, I would die, Yao Yao.” His serpent-like tongue traced along the porcelain-white, smooth skin, marking and claiming every inch as his own.
By the time they reached the hotel room, Yang Fei had already lowered his head and silently excused himself. He only discreetly handed Sheng Yirong a small device with a glowing red light.
“Master Host, Yang Fei gave Sheng Yirong a recording pen, and it’s turned on.”
While being ruthlessly ravaged by Sheng Yirong, his flawless jade-like body left at the man’s mercy, Ruan Yao internally let out an “Oh, damn”
No wonder this guy was such a top-tier degenerate, he really knew how to play.
The young man beneath him had long since lost any ability to resist, unable to do anything but endure the man’s torment.
Ruan Yao’s alluring lips parted slightly, barely managing to whisper fragmented words like drifting silk threads. “Because I hate you.”
Sheng Yirong’s movements came to an abrupt halt.
Everything froze into a ridiculous, paused video frame.
Ruan Yao’s shirt had already been torn open halfway, exposing his snow-white shoulder, adorned with blossoms of vividly red bruises.
It was the most powerless, most seductive posture, yet his gaze shimmered with a coldness as fluid as water.
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am now.”
“You completely destroyed my dreams.”
“How many three-year periods does a person have? The three years I spent training day and night in the practice room, the three years I wasted in oblivion after you buried me away, I don’t have the strength to fight you anymore.”
Lying against the black silk sheets, his palm-sized face appeared even more striking, exuding a hardness like cold jade.
His eyes, breathtakingly beautiful like expensive gemstones set against a velvet pedestal, dazzled in a way that made Sheng Yirong sink deeper and deeper each time.
In a low voice, he murmured “I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself.”
“The mere thought of someone else coveting you, daring to defile your body, makes me lose all control, I just want to kill them.”
"I even want to kill you" The sleeping beauty, who had no life and could only be imprisoned in an ice coffin, appeared repeatedly in his dreams, tormented by illness to the point of mental collapse.
"I don't want to do something I can't take back" The man's deep black eyes were filled with a darkness so intense it could devour a person entirely.
His exposed arms bore even more gruesome scars than the last time, layered upon one another, making one's heart race with unease.
"I'm trying to heal, so, Yao Yao, don't leave me" Like a puppy, he rubbed the tip of his nose against Ruan Yao's soft cheek, desperately trying to absorb a scent that could calm him.
"I'm trying to control myself so I won't hurt you, but please, don't push me." He had never said the word "please" to Ruan Yao before. Sheng Yirong had always treated him with an air of superiority.
Ruan Yao felt that the logic of a major villain was truly something an ordinary person like him could never understand.
If one forcibly tried to comprehend their reasoning, they'd only end up assimilating into madness themselves—and in the world of the insane, lacking experience would only lead to defeat.
"I don't want to see you entangled with that singer named Pei again." Sheng Yirong's fingers slid over the warm, smooth expanse of his back, stopping at the edge of his jeans' waistband.
Just a little higher, and he'd reach that pair of exquisitely delicate dimples on his lower back.
"Otherwise, there's no need for his concert to take place."
Pei Xinan cared about his concert more than anything.
Whenever Ruan Yao heard him mention it, he could feel the boundless longing and passion hidden within his words.
Ruan Yao's voice had never sounded so cold before. He practically sneered as he said, "Go ahead and try."
His face was full of indifference as he met Sheng Yirong's burning gaze. "It doesn't matter. If I lose one Pei Xinan, I can always find another."
"You ask me why it's him?" The boy’s strikingly beautiful features bloomed into a stunning smile, his light golden eyes filled with undisguised madness and malice. "Of course, it's because he's easy to fool."
"A fool who clings like a lapdog the moment you give him a little sweetness—who wouldn’t like that? And more importantly, he has the ability to help me escape."
Ruan Yao smiled with an air of nonchalance. "A dog that does a good deed deserves a reward, doesn’t it?"
"After all, no one is more detestable than you."
The system, which had been observing everything, felt like its mechanical heart was about to break apart.
This was... truly thrilling.
Clearly, all those cannon-fodder survival manuals and must-watch drama guides that the host had studied were not in vain.
Given Sheng Yirong's personality, in order to take revenge on Ruan Yao, he would undoubtedly edit this recording and send it to Pei Xinan.
When that happened, the host would surely have an easy time gaining points and maxing out his disgust value.
Sheng Yirong was not angered by Ruan Yao’s words. Instead, the corners of his lips curled up slightly in amusement, his pale cheeks tinged with an unhealthy flush. "Good, Yao Yao. This is exactly what I like most about you."
Wrapped in a suit, the man's tall, lean, and powerful body radiated a heat so intense under Ruan Yao's touch that even his fingers instinctively curled slightly.
Kneeling on one knee, Sheng Yirong had Ruanyao’s bare foot pressed squarely against the innermost part of his thigh.
Ruan Yao’s ankle was truly slender. Sheng Yirong could easily encircle it with one hand, with even a little space to spare.
Ruan Yao's entire body was as pale as frost and snow. Even his feet looked like they had been meticulously carved from white jade. The deep pink of his sole was pressed forcefully against the taut fabric of the man's suit pants.
All of Sheng Yirong’s suits were handcrafted in France, tailored to perfection. The moment he crouched down, Ruan Yao could clearly feel the tension of the scorching muscles beneath the fine fabric.
"If you're unhappy, you can try punishing me."
With utmost reverence, Sheng Yirong placed a gentle kiss on that snow-colored toe.
At that moment, Ruan Yao felt his entire worldview violently shaken. The fact that Sheng Yirong could say something like this was enough to leave him stunned for centuries.
So, the essence of a sadist was actually being a masochist?!
Ruan Yao barely had the strength to breathe. "System bro, I can’t believe I lost in a contest of perversion. QAQ"
The system consoled him with sympathy. "Host, that’s a high-level villain. It’s only natural we can’t compete."
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"Ruan Yao, what happened to your mouth?" During a break in filming, Xie Tong leaned in, his sharp eyes fixed on Ruanyao’s slightly swollen lips.
Ruan Yao had been discussing script lines with a senior actor when Xie Tong’s question drew everyone’s attention to his lips.
Ruan Yao: "..." I really appreciate your concern.
Ever since Ruan Yao had snapped at him that day, Xie Tong had felt oddly unsettled. First, he struggled with why he was so affected by a mere eighteenth-tier rookie.
Second, he found himself wanting to explain to Ruan Yao that he really didn’t dislike him at all.
Caught in his own contradictions, the great movie star Xie had already stolen several glances at Ruan Yao today. Now, he finally found an excuse to show some concern.
Though Ruanyao probably didn’t need it.
Clearing his throat twice, Ruan Yao explained “Maybe I’m just a bit heaty lately.”
“The weather has been quite dry lately. Xiao Ruan, you should take better care of your health.” The actor playing Ning Yiwei was a veteran with a stellar reputation in the industry, known for his serious demeanor. It was the first time anyone had seen him show such concern for a young actor.
In fact, when Ruan Yao first joined the production team, many assumed he was just some industry insider’s pet, forced into the cast through connections.
But after filming together for a few days, everyone completely changed their minds.
Not only did he possess outstanding acting talent, but he was also incredibly hardworking. More importantly, people found him easy to get along with—someone who effortlessly triggered their protective instincts.
At the very least, the veteran actor playing Ning Yiwei often gazed at Ruanyao with a fatherly kindness, as if truly looking at his own son.
Ruanyao, unaware that he had become the team’s collective favorite, smiled shyly. “Thank you, Teacher.”
Xie Tong clenched his fist in frustration: Damn it, mission failed.
After successfully brushing off the topic of his lips, Ruan Yao was about to return to studying the script when his phone buzzed with a message from the police.
The stalker who had knocked on his door in the dead of night, had been found.
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