Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 7

Xie Rong pinched the fabric, brought it to his nose, and frowned.

Where was this supposed fragrance?

He turned back to stare at Lu Yi.

He had never used any fragrance; this fellow actually dared to slander him.

What fragrance smell? It was clearly mocking him for having dirty clothes.

Xie Rong tilted his head and smiled, “If you put it that way, isn’t the one I’m wearing even dirtier?”

Lu Yi hesitated for a moment, “Is it?” Unwashed clothes were naturally not as clean as washed ones.

Xie Rong stopped smiling. He tore a strip of cloth from the hem of the vest he was wearing, completely exposing his previously half-covered slender waist.

Lu Yi immediately looked away.

This demon was so indecent!

“Pry open his mouth,” Lu Yi only heard a cold voice before two medicine slaves roughly forced his mouth open. Only after the cloth strip—which was smeared with an unknown amount of fragrance and had been worn by Xie Rong—was stuffed into his mouth did they release him.

Lu Yi’s mouth was completely filled with the soft fabric, making it impossible to spit out, and he didn’t dare speak, fearing he might swallow the fragrance on the clothing.

Seeing the man’s disheveled state, Xie Rong finally vented his anger. He rested one hand on his chin, the corners of his mouth curving into a malicious arc that he couldn’t suppress.

But he waited for a long time and still didn’t hear the notification for mission progress.

The man knelt at his feet, eyes bloodshot, covered in sweat, staring intently at him, guttural gasps escaping his throat.

“You… you actually put a Gu on your clothes… despicable… frivolous…”

“System,” Xie Rong asked casually, “What is he saying?”

He’s saying you’re seducing him.

Xie Rong raised an eyebrow.

Aside from a cut-sleeve, who would think a man was seducing him?

His cut-sleeve Love Gu had successfully taken effect.

He hadn’t expected a half-finished Gu egg could be so useful.

Xie Rong was very satisfied.

Whether it was cultivation in his previous life or refining Gu in this life, as long as he put his mind to it, he could achieve perfection.

In his previous life, his master always said he would have limitless prospects and achieve great things.

But what did that matter?

He still had to become the protagonist’s stepping stone. He was in his previous life, and he was in this one.

A favored son of heaven, radiating brilliance, falls into the mud one day, allowing himself to degenerate. In the end, he is either enlightened by the protagonist and becomes a mediocre follower, or he dies at the hands of the righteous protagonist, leaving behind only a sigh of regret.

This kind of drama, many people must love to watch, right?

But why did that person have to be him?

Why should everything he painstakingly achieved serve others?!

The smile that had just been in Xie Rong’s eyes gradually faded. He pulled out the leather whip tied around his waist, stood up, and stopped in front of Lu Yi.

Their eyes met. Xie Rong curved his eyes at him, then, holding the whip in his right hand, he unexpectedly lashed it across the man’s body.

A fresh red welt that broke the skin was branded across the man’s bulging chest.

With a muffled groan, Lu Yi looked up, his chest muscles heaving violently, staring straight at him.

Protagonist Pain Value +1

Xie Rong cracked the whip twice more, then suddenly lost interest. He tossed the whip away, his eyes red-rimmed as he glared at them, “Get out, all of you, get out!”

In Miedie Valley, no one dared to cross him. The door of the Bamboo Hut opened and closed, leaving only him inside.

The System detects that the host’s emotions have reached the threshold of loss of control. Do you wish to pause the mission?

Xie Rong closed his eyes and leaned back in the armchair, one hand supporting his head, the other resting on the armrest. His pale fingertips slowly tapped the armrest, ignoring the cold electronic voice of the main system in his mind.

After a moment, he let out a soft breath, the crimson in the corners of his eyes fading. He reached up and took down a section of bamboo tube hanging in the room, then pricked his fingertip.

The Gu worm inside the bamboo tube smelled the familiar scent of blood and wriggled its plump body out, wrapping around his fingertip to feed.

After feeding, the Gu worm rubbed affectionately against the space between his fingers before obediently crawling back inside.

The white slime on his shoulder couldn’t help but imitate the Gu worm, rubbing against his cheek.

If the host is still unhappy… the System, its face still pressed against Xie Rong’s cheek, said coyly, I can sing a little song for the host.

Xie Rong grabbed the System and casually tossed it into a corner, ignoring it.

There were too many Gu worms in the Bamboo Hut. By the time Xie Rong was done feeding them, he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open and forgot to count the number of Gu worms. He casually opened the next bamboo tube, only to find a white, round slime forcibly squeezing itself out of the narrow tube, squirming in his palm.

I am also the host’s little Gu worm!

Xie Rong squeezed the System’s body, which had been deformed by the bamboo tube, and the corners of his lips curled up, “Little Gu Worm System, you are very obedient.”

The white slime covered its face, and its body gradually turned pink.

Host, where are you going so late?

Xie Rong walked out of the Bamboo Hut, a malicious glint in his beautiful eyes, “Of course, I’m going to play with certain fellows who are pretending to sleep.”

Tonight, Lu Yi was not deliberately feigning sleep.

The burning pain from the whip marks on his chest made it impossible to sleep even with his eyes closed. He didn’t know what madness had seized that demon today.

Lu Yi had a tattered purple cloth strip tied around his wrist, seemingly torn from clothing.

He didn’t dare discard it; who knew if that demon would whip him again if he discovered it was gone.

Lu Yi applied medicine to his chest expressionlessly, lying on the couch, eyes closed but sleepless.

In the darkness, the sound of the door being pushed open was particularly jarring.

He subtly slowed his breathing, his hand at his side clenching.

A soft body, carrying that familiar sweet, cloying scent, burrowed into his bedding and climbed onto his couch.

The demon sitting on him tonight seemed a little lighter than last night.

The man waited for a long time but didn’t feel Xie Rong kiss him.

Host, what are you looking for?

Xie Rong sat on the man’s firm abdomen, reaching into the small pouch at his waist and rummaging for a long time before pulling out a small triangle folded from oiled paper.

He slowly unfolded the oiled paper, pinched a little of the salt wrapped inside, and gently pressed it onto the man’s exposed whip mark.

“…!”

The muscles beneath his fingertips instantly tensed. Heat steamed within the bedding, but Xie Rong seemed oblivious, merely hooking his lips as he crushed the salt into the wound, rubbing it into the flesh.

Protagonist Pain Value +3

Xie Rong crumpled the oiled paper and casually tossed it beneath the couch. The pain he bestowed upon the man tonight was enough to temporarily please him.

He lowered his head and leaned in, their noses touching, but their lips remained separated by a hair’s breadth.

This close distance was enough for him to clearly see every drop of sweat Lu Yi was suppressing on his forehead and temples.

But he did not press their lips together as he had last night. His bright red lips parted slightly, and he gently blew a breath onto the man’s face, which was inches away.

Flirtatious, playful. A slender, graceful body pressing down on a man in the dead of night and blowing air, like a seductive ghost causing sleep paralysis.

Xie Rong patted the man’s face, got up, lifted the blanket, and left.

On the couch, Lu Yi clutched his chest, breathing rapidly. The wound was both painful and itchy.

The itch permeated his heart, spreading through his limbs and bones, like thousands of Gu worms crawling through his meridians, making him unbearably restless.

Lu Yi’s thick brows furrowed over his eyes. The scent of the other person in the bedding seemed to float tangibly, blurring the disgust and hatred in his eyes, drifting into the whites of his eyes and turning into terrifying red blood vessels.

Whipping him during the day, then sitting on him at night and caressing his wound—

Slapping him and then offering a sweet date. How was this any different from the methods used by the Xiaoling Division to tame prisoners?