09

 Song Yu's chest wasn't so cramped anymore. Because of his difficulty breathing, he slightly opened his mouth to let in fresh air.

He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes misty and wet. His fair neck stretched into a beautiful line, fragile yet alluring.

On one side was this scene, and on the other side was the S-level spiritual entity rushing towards him. Fu Yuan's adrenaline was higher than usual. He turned around, his spiritual power condensed into a white tiger, and roared majestically!

The king of the forest and the cold, gloomy giant black snake faced each other. It seemed inevitable that a bloody battle would break out.

Song Yu's spine went numb from the powerful spiritual power. By the time he reacted, Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan had already taken him out of the bedroom.

He looked up and met the sharp golden vertical pupils of the black snake through the crack in the door.

It was chilling, as if it could swallow a person whole.

Soon, the door closed tightly, isolating the inside from the outside.

Song Yu stood there stunned for a moment, then tried to lean against the door to listen for any sounds inside.

But Si Ling grabbed him around the waist and pulled him further away.

Too anxious to notice, Song Yu didn't realize that this embrace had already crossed the line between master and servant. His voice trembled slightly: "How...how are they inside?" "

Every room in the villa has reinforced security doors. No matter how the spirits inside fight, it won't affect you," Si Ling said, but still stood in front of Song Yu. He stared at the young man's lips, which he had bitten raw, his eyes darkening.

A moment of silence followed.

Si Ling asked, "How are you?"

Song Yu looked up: "Me?"

Chu Zhouyan, standing beside him, asked urgently, "Brother, you cried out just now, does it hurt? Are you injured anywhere?"

The mention of it only brought back memories of being held and slammed against the wall by Fu Yuan.

Everyone saw it…

Song Yu's expression turned embarrassed, his earlobes turning bright red. He shook his head: "I'm fine, I was just suddenly jolted up, a little scared."

He kept his head down, his mind not on the two people beside him, so he didn't see their jealous expressions.

After a while, the corridor grew quieter, and Song Yu still couldn't shake his unease. He remembered what he'd seen through the crack in the door and hesitated, "I think I saw a snake just now."

Si Ling's expression hardened: "Was the snake you saw black?"

Snakes are cold-blooded animals; the unique sheen of their scales, their forked tongues, and the venom on their teeth would deter people from contact.

Song Yu was terrified of snakes, even afraid to look at pictures of them.

But the black snake from earlier didn't seem so unacceptable to him.

"Hmm…"

Then, he saw Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan exchange glances, instinctively feeling they knew something: "What's wrong?"

"The master's spirit body is a black snake."

What?

Was it Chu Zeyan?

This plot hadn't appeared in the information 009 had provided. The original plot was that Fu Yuan realized his feelings and risked his life to board a spaceship to find Chu Zeyan's physical body, finally finding it after several months.

There was no such thing as a spiritual entity.

He certainly wouldn't be in the villa now.

Song Yu's thoughts were a bit chaotic: [009, what's going on with this plot?]

009 not only couldn't expose the fragments of the main god, but also had to clean up the mess left by this jealous tyrant's outburst: [The data that makes up the protagonist is high-level data, which will cause some deviations in the plot, but the system will automatically judge and it won't affect your progress.]

[You only need to follow the third protagonist's plot and complete the assigned tasks.]

It seemed to be the same in the last world. Song Yu stopped worrying and waited patiently outside the door.

Finally, after who knows how long, the door was opened from the inside.

Fu Yuan opened the door; his hair was disheveled, and there were small bloodstains on his face, but his clothes were not damaged. Song Yu immediately leaned forward: "How are you?"

Thinking of the soft warmth in his arms just now, Fu Yuan couldn't help but lick his back teeth, a roguish smile playing on his lips: "Concerned about me?" Judging from

his tone, he seemed alright.

Song Yu then turned his gaze to the room, which was a mess. Bian Han stood in front of the table, frowning, seemingly engrossed in something.

Noticing the young man's gaze, the man turned, picked up a doll from the table, and headed towards the door.

"Dr. Bian... is something wrong?"

Bian Han looked perfectly fine, not a single hair out of place, but Song Yu still asked.

Fu Yuan's face showed some displeasure, and he scoffed: "What could possibly be wrong with him?"

This guy had been standing there the whole time, observing them like he was observing experimental results.

"I'm fine," Bian Han replied, handing the teddy bear to Song Yu. "Is this Chu Zeyan's?"

Song Yu took it, noticing the teddy bear's fur was much messier, probably from the fight earlier. It looked

rather pitiful.

Song Yu nodded, then gently stroked the bear's head with her fingers, trying to smooth the fur.

Bian Han asked a few more questions, which Song Yu answered truthfully.

After a moment of silence, the bespectacled Alpha finally told Song Yu the conclusion: "The spiritual entity in the bedroom belongs to your lover, Mr. Chu Zeyan."

Sure enough.

Song Yu nodded: "I saw it just now, it's a snake."

Bian Han told everyone the purpose of his visit and also proposed a possible plan to resurrect Chu Zeyan.

Having thought that someone who had died and even had his funeral was now suddenly given hope of rebirth, everyone was naturally eager to cooperate.

But after agreeing, they sensed something else mixed in with this emotion.

"According to the original plan, I need to bring Mr. Chu's spiritual entity back to the laboratory, but Mr. Chu seems to dislike us and is not cooperating." Bian Han pointed to the doll in Song Yu's hand, "This bear, and the bedroom, are both tainted with his spiritual power."

"When he cannot appear in physical form, he hibernates inside this bear."

Song Yu had never guessed.

Had she been sharing a room with Chu Zeyan all this time?

But thinking that they were both married, she felt a strange sense of relief.

It was as if she truly considered him her lover.

A spiritual body needs a nutrient tank to store energy, but Chu Zeyan's spiritual body wasn't cooperating, so Bian Han temporarily changed the plan: "In familiar places, he can also store spiritual energy, gradually gathering it into a physical form. He can't leave the bear, nor can he leave the bedroom; if he goes out without permission, his spiritual body will disperse."

Song Yu nodded, indicating she understood.

The other party then handed her a personal terminal: "Before he becomes a physical form, he can't speak. You can use this to see his thoughts."

Song Yu had always wished for something like this, so he could know what his pet dog was thinking every day.

After receiving it, he glanced at it; the screen was currently blank.

Besides restoring his mental well-being, his physical body was also crucial. This task was extremely difficult; the torrent was more terrifying than magma, capable of annihilating anything, large or small.

"I'll go," Fu Yuan said, leaning against the wall. "Only I have a chance of coming back alive."

While this was arrogant, the other party certainly had the credentials.

An S-rank Alpha, and a veteran of countless battles.

In the original storyline, Fu Yuan did indeed encounter several perils, but each time he escaped danger through his combat prowess, eventually finding Chu Zeyan's body.

This seemed to bring the plot back on track.

After Fu Yuan finished speaking, Si Ling volunteered to go along.

Having been a subordinate for many years, Song Yu knew Si Ling's feelings and didn't say anything.

*

Knowing that something was sharing a room with him, Song Yu felt very uncomfortable and restrained in every way.

He wanted to move to another room, but 009 said that would be out of character: [The plot has deviated, but your character needs to be maintained. You are a wealthy family's son-in-law; you can't treat your wife coldly. Instead, you'll use sweet words to coax her into giving you all your money.]

Song Yu: "..."

Sweet words? He didn't seem to know how.

It seemed that being a mission taker in the Quick Transmigration Bureau wasn't an easy task. In the last world, he had to learn how to harass others; in this world, he had to learn how to coax men.

Song Yu quickly learned several essential sweet-talking techniques for scumbags from 009.

First, he had someone cut a bunch of flowers from the garden every day and put them in a vase in his bedroom. He also bought the little bear several pretty outfits.

After doing all this, he reached out and patted the little bear's head, his cheeks slightly flushed, and tried to speak: "Darling..."

The air seemed to freeze.

Song Yu: "..."

He felt like a clown!

Fortunately, 009 was supportive, saying he was doing a good job.

Song Yu gained confidence and gradually became more skilled.

"Are you in your room?"

"I miss you a little."

And so on.

Song Yu himself felt nauseous, but the method seemed to work. In less than two days, he felt that familiar chill return.

His earlobe felt like it was being pinched by something cold, and the young man's shoulders curled slightly. He glanced around the bedroom: "Don't...don't touch here."

"I'm ticklish."

Just as he finished speaking, the personal terminal on the table vibrated.

Song Yu lowered his eyes.

[Little Yu.]

Then the next message—

[Wife.]

What?!

Song Yu wanted to correct the other person, that he was the husband, but an OOC warning sounded.

"..."

Oh well. It's

just a form of address.

Song Yu sat down, leaning on the table and staring at the teddy bear—if only his lover were as cute as the teddy bear.

He reached out and gently patted the teddy bear's head: "How are you feeling now?"

The personal terminal beeped.

[Want to touch my wife's head too.]

Hmm...this thought was easily satisfied, but Song Yu didn't know where that spiritual energy was, so he obediently sat in the chair.

Soon, he felt a gentle breeze on his head.

Very gentle.

After that day, Song Yu officially began living with his "husband."

Although their way of getting along was a bit strange, it wasn't unacceptable.

It's just that sometimes the other person talked a lot, which didn't quite fit the image of a high-and-mighty beauty.

【Can I touch your face?】

【I want to put the teddy bear next to your pillow. We're married now, we'll sleep together.】

【I talked in my sleep last night.】

【Can I wear that pajama set with bunny ears?】

...

Song Yu completely ignored the last one.

He was an Alpha, and a scumbag at that. He

had to be cool, not cute.

But Chu Zeyan seemed very insistent on this point, and kept bringing it up if he didn't agree.

【You said before that you could wear it for me.】

Song Yu pretended not to see it, letting the spirit ball rub against his cheek.

But the messages kept coming in.

【You also said that all the things you bought were for me to use on you.】

Song Yu: "!"

His intuition told him that these so-called "things" weren't very proper.

Sure enough, 009 quickly confirmed that his idea was correct: 【You're trying to please Chu Zeyan in this kind of thing in order to become a live-in son-in-law.】

Song Yu immediately explained, "It wasn't me." 009 replied

, "It was you." "

Before your arrival, all the small worlds were in an undeveloped state. All the main and supporting characters' impressions and memories of you were based on you. However, to better complete the mission, these memories have been temporarily erased."

Actually, some lines were too explicit, and 009 was afraid the host would remember them and become so embarrassed that he would quit. That's why some memories that didn't affect the plot were erased.

Song Yu was so embarrassed he didn't know how to face Chu Zeyan. He climbed into bed and covered his face with the blanket.

Just then, Fu Yuan called.

Song Yu took his personal terminal under the blanket and answered. A muffled, low voice came through the receiver.

Fu Yuan, who hadn't heard the young man's voice in a long time, felt a pang of excitement: "Hello."

"We've arrived at our destination."

The place Fu Yuan referred to was where Chu Zeyan had met his demise—a treacherous and barren place. Song Yu knew Fu Yuan had the protagonist's aura, but Si Ling wasn't part of the main cast; she was a Beta. He asked worriedly, "How's Si Ling?"

Soon, a cheerful male voice came from the background: "Mr. Song, I'm fine."

Song Yu instructed, "Be careful."

To avoid being out of character, he added, "Otherwise, who's going to come back and massage my legs?"

Si Ling chuckled, wanting to say something, but Fu Yuan simply took his personal terminal and left. The man walked to the cockpit corridor, his tone sour: "You care about him a lot?"

Before Song Yu could answer, the voice continued, "Yeah, who doesn't like an obedient dog?"

"Too bad, you're already married."

"He can't even get a sip of soup."

Again with these strange words, Song Yu, already feeling a bit dizzy under the covers, understood even less after this rambling: "Is there anything else? I have to hang up."

Fu Yuan felt a pang of sadness, but couldn't bear to hang up: "Wait a minute, how are things on your end?"

"Fine..." Song Yu mumbled, "Chu Zeyan's mental cluster has—"

Fu Yuan immediately asked, "What happened?"

The next moment, he heard the young man's slightly coquettish voice: "Don't touch my waist!"

Fu Yuan's face stiffened, then a look of disdain appeared on his face.

Fine, they haven't even formed a physical body yet, and he's already getting handsy.

He was about to speak, but suddenly remembered his position—Song Yu and Chu Zeyan were married; touching her waist, or even more inappropriate places, was legal.

If he were Song Yu's husband, he would have already been unable to resist hugging and kissing her.

He had no right to say those things.

Fu Yuan was very unwilling, but he couldn't say or do anything. Hearing the busy tone of the disconnected call, his mind was filled with images of the young man being bullied until his face turned red.

*

His cohabitation with Chu Zeyan was relatively harmonious. Over time, the cluster of spiritual energy gathered together and began to take shape, which Song Yu could sometimes touch.

To help Chu Zeyan regenerate sooner and advance the plot, Song Yu would report the status of his spiritual body to Bian Han every few days.

However, Chu Zeyan seemed to dislike this S-rank Alpha.

【Xiao Yu.】

【Don't be fooled by bad men.】

Song Yu: "..."

Bian Han, who played a significant role in the rebirth plot, was now being treated as a bad man by the protagonist.

To change Chu Zeyan's opinion of his benefactor, Song Yu said many good things about Bian Han.

"Dr. Bian is very capable; he's been working day and night to help you recover."

"He has S-rank spiritual energy."

"You should thank him."

Chu Zeyan sneered inwardly.

He still remembered the bad idea he had used to provoke him into manifesting.

Looking at it this way, it's clear that many men are eyeing his wife.

Chu Zeyan fell silent, continuing to rest in the doll to recover.

He needed to recover quickly and chase these stray dogs away.

Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Song Yu assumed he was obedient and even petted the teddy bear.

However, this leisurely life didn't last long. 009 sent a mission: [Host, you need to go to a bar tonight to buy someone drinks. Deadline: 2 AM. Complete the mission to receive 1500 points.]

Song Yu: "?"

He was incredulous: [Chu Zeyan is still here, and I'm going out to fool around in front of him? Do I really want to be a live-in son-in-law?]

009: [Sorry, host, these missions are issued according to the original plot.]

Song Yu sighed and reluctantly accepted the mission.

During this time, he stayed at home, wearing light-colored, loose-fitting loungewear, waiting for a flashy outfit at the bar.

Opening the wardrobe, Song Yu's slender white fingers brushed against the shirts hanging inside.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, his waist was wrapped around by a force.

"Stop it..."

Song Yu was very ticklish. Usually, when he said this, Chu Zeyan would stop immediately and stop teasing him. But today, as if he had anticipated something, Chu Zeyan not only didn't hold back but clung to him even tighter.

[Where are you going?]

[Who are you seeing?]

Song Yu said guiltily, "Just going out to buy something, I'll go by myself."

He didn't know if Chu Zeyan believed him, but his grip had definitely lightened.

He took his clothes and went out. Lately, he'd been changing clothes in the next room.

After changing, Song Yu planned to go downstairs and leave. However, as he passed the bedroom door, he suddenly felt sorry for Chu Zeyan being trapped inside.

In the end, he couldn't bear it and pushed open the bedroom door.

"Are you going to bring anything?" Song Yu thought about Chu Zeyan's hobbies, "Should I bring you a Transformer?"

It should be considered a mecha-type, right?

[Hmm.]

Song Yu touched the spiritual entity, feeling a warm current. He relaxed his brows: "Be good at home."

The spiritual entity swayed beside his hand before disappearing into the bear's body.

Song Yu closed the door and said to 009 as he went downstairs: "Being a scumbag isn't actually that hard."

009: "Hmm?"

Song Yu's tone held a hint of smugness: "It's like coaxing a child."

009: ...

If Chu Zeyan knew that the host was coaxing him like a child, I wonder if he'd go crazy.

Chu Zhouyan was in the living room when he saw Song Yu come downstairs and close his laptop: "Brother, where are you going?"

Song Yu nodded, instructing him to keep a close eye on Chu Zeyan at home and make sure nothing went wrong.

Chu Zhouyan's eyes dimmed.

Lately, Song Yu's attention had been entirely on his brother, while he had been completely ignored.

After feeling disappointed, he tried to comfort himself—at least he was still in this house and could see Song Yu every day.

He wondered if Song Yu would come to see him often after school started.

Unaware of the boy's low spirits, Song Yu changed his shoes and had just stepped out when his personal terminal beeped again.

He opened it—

"Come back early."

"Also, use my card." *

This

is the first time Song Yu, who has been to the bar so many times, has actually ordered a…large drink.

Looking at the double the usual amount of cola, he exclaimed, "So this is what it feels like to be a live-in son-in-law! So happy!"

009: Hmm…

at least a live-in son-in-law shouldn't just get a cola, right?

The bar was a bit noisy, and Song Yu wanted to finish his task and go home quickly, but he noticed that Tony, whom he knew well, wasn't there tonight. The person making his drink was a tall, dark-skinned man.

009: "He's the owner of this bar."

Song Yu looked around at the other AAOOs (a slang term for male customers), and none of them seemed as friendly as this owner.

Afraid of getting into trouble like last time, he finally decided to buy the owner a drink.

He looked at the menu, glancing at the man every now and then, thinking about how to strike up a conversation.

Little did he know that the other person was practically floating on air from his gaze, and finally, unable to resist the urge, he took the initiative and said, "You haven't been coming around much lately."

Song Yu hadn't expected the other person to speak first, and immediately replied, "Yeah, I've been busy lately."

He handed him the menu: "Which one do you like to drink?"

The man, his mind wandering, randomly pointed to one: "What? Are you treating me?"

Song Yu nodded.

The man, completely smitten, mixed a drink, took a sip, and was just thinking about his upcoming romantic evening when Song Yu pointed behind him: "I bought you a drink, can you sell me that Transformers toy in the back?"

"..."

The man's expression froze. So she had her eye on his Transformers.

But it's hard to refuse a beautiful woman's request. He smiled, turned around, and handed the figure to Song Yu: "Selling it is too formal. You bought me a drink, so this is yours."

Song Yu had planned to browse the mall after completing his mission, but he happened to see it on the bar. He had only asked casually, but the other party actually agreed.

Selling it to him was already a favor; taking it directly would be too much of a bargain.

Song Yu shook his head: "No, I'll buy it."

The man declined several times, but Song Yu finally had no choice but to pull out his card: "I can afford it, someone will pay for it!"

"..."

The man's hopes were completely dashed, and he lost a Transformers toy in the process.

*

When Song Yu got home, the lights were still on, and Chu Zhouyan was still in the living room, even having left him a late-night snack.

However, having finished his cola, he didn't touch his midnight snack and went straight upstairs.

He opened the door but didn't see the Transformer. Song Yu called out to the teddy bear twice, but there was still no response.

It must be resting.

Song Yu placed the Transformer next to the teddy bear, took a shower, and then lay down to rest.

The night was quiet.

The next morning.

Song Yu was awakened by a kiss.

He vaguely felt someone biting his lips, sucking hard, the force increasing until he couldn't breathe.

Song Yu couldn't open his eyes, making muffled sounds, trying to push the other person away but having his fingers intertwined.

The kiss was fierce.

Song Yu couldn't close his mouth, drool constantly flowing, wetting his cheek, which was then gently pecked away.

...

The kiss finally ended. Song Yu, still

dazed, was picked up by the other person. His consciousness gradually returned, and when he saw the handsome, aloof man in front of him, his eyes widened: "You are, Chu Zeyan..."

"Yes."

Chu Zeyan pressed down on the young man's slender waist. After his physical form appeared, he finally did what he had been wanting to do for so many days.

Afterwards, he was incredibly annoyed, wondering why he hadn't done this with Song Yu sooner.

The man stared at the young man's lips, now rosy from being rubbed together, even his originally small cupid's bow was now enlarged.

His eyes darkened, and he immediately leaned in, only to be rejected by the other's trembling fingers.

Song Yu's mouth was still burning with saliva; he didn't want to go through it again, so he made an excuse: "I need to wash up first."

Chu Zeyan nodded, and finally

gave him a light kiss on his soft cheek. Song Yu hadn't expected Chu Zeyan's physical form to appear so quickly. He stared at him for a while, then touched his shoulder, and finding no sign of it disappearing, he messaged Bian Han.

Bian Han quickly replied, saying he'd be right there.

Putting away his personal terminal, Song Yu asked Chu Zeyan, "How are you feeling now?"

Chu Zeyan: "Comfortable."

Indeed, it was more comfortable with a physical body. Song Yu was about to ask something else when he heard the man say—

"Kissing you is very comfortable."

Song Yu's eyes widened.

He had never imagined Chu Zeyan could say such a thing, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. So, with a sullen face, he slipped on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Chu Zeyan followed closely behind, his tall, muscular body taking up most of the sink space.

Song Yu was squeezed so tightly that his arm was pressed against the man's body. He couldn't help but look up, wanting the other to move aside a little, when a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed was handed to him.

Song Yu: "?"

He was too embarrassed to say anything, so he took it and slowly brushed his teeth.

Tiny bubbles gradually stained his lips. Ever since Chu Zeyan materialized, his gaze had never left Song Yu.

He still wanted to do what he had just done with Song Yu.

Chu Zeyan's gaze was too intense for Song Yu to ignore. He quickened his washing up and came out of the bathroom with his clothes, ready to leave.

But he was stopped.

Song Yu's tone was a little urgent: "I'm going downstairs, Dr. Bian is coming soon."

Chu Zeyan didn't want to hear another man's name from the mouth he had just kissed. His breathing was a little erratic, and his temperature was rising rapidly.

With a cold expression, he said, "I want to kiss you."

Song Yu's scalp tingled. "I really have to go downstairs."

He tried to push him away, but the man didn't budge, seemingly determined to keep going until he was kissed.

There was no other way.

Song Yu looked up, his voice sounding pitiful, "Hurry up..."

*

When Bian Han arrived at the Chu family villa, there were only a few servants in the living room.

The face he had been longing for all this time wasn't there.

He waited on the sofa for a while, about twenty minutes, before Song Yu finally came downstairs.

The moment he saw that face, Bian Han knew what had happened.

The young man probably hadn't looked in a mirror, otherwise he wouldn't have presented his badly kissed face to a guest.

"Dr. Bian..." Song Yu gasped softly as he spoke; Chu Zeyan's kiss had been fierce and heavy, leaving his mouth and tongue still sore and numb. His voice was lower, "Do you want to go upstairs and check?"

"No rush."

​​Bian Han held a stack of documents, probably some kind of information related to spiritual entities. Song Yu sat opposite him on the sofa, waiting for him to organize them.

The maid had already left, seeing they were going to talk business. In the quiet living room, with only the two of them, Bian Han's voice suddenly rang out: "Did he kiss you?"

Song Yu was stunned. "What…"

"His lips are very red," Bian Han said in a businesslike tone, "and he smells like something else."

Song Yu's ears turned red. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Finally, he hurriedly got up: "I'll go wash some fruit for you."

He hadn't expected Bian Han to be so direct.

Song Yu absentmindedly took a box of strawberries from the refrigerator, poured them into a basket, and rinsed them under the tap.

His fingers were a little red from the cold water.

Actually, he didn't know that after being kissed, he was covered in pink.

The heat on his face subsided, and Song Yu put the strawberries in a plate. He picked up the plate and turned around, almost bumping into someone.

Bian Han, who had been standing behind him, was now leaning over to look at him.

Song Yu became nervous: "You… why are you here?"

"It's best to avoid intimate behavior in your spiritual state." Bian Han's tone was as serious as a doctor instructing a patient, but only he knew what he was really thinking. "Your pheromones and Mr. Chu Zeyan's are highly compatible. Hugging, kissing, and other things will induce your heat cycle and mark you."

"Complete marking is also possible."

He saw Song Yu's eyes lowered, her curled eyelashes trembling.

"Your spiritual pheromones will be much hotter than usual."

"You might not be able to handle it." (

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