“Host, would you like to bind all resource packs of the Idle Ger Planting System?”
Lu Yunzhan answered with a gloomy expression, “Yes!”
This was his tenth life—the final attempt. If he failed this time, he would be completely erased!
He had only himself to blame for being impulsive. Why on earth had he accepted this hot potato that tens of thousands of people hadn’t been able to crack?
Now he was just grasping at straws in desperation. Since he couldn’t win over Murong Jie through proper means, he might as well disgust him instead. It served him right—the man had killed him nine times!
This time, he was going to give this ancient man a little reproductive shock!
That’s right, he’d gone mad. And not only was he going mad himself, he was going to drag everyone along this timeline into madness with him!
Lu Yunqi cackled maniacally for a good while, and then with a flash of white light, he found himself in a familiar scene once more. Murong Jie was bound to a wooden cross, beaten black and blue, chains locking his hands and feet. A handsome face paired with a pair of sinister, hawk-like eyes—that was definitely the damp, creepy ghost of a man.
Even though the man was attractive in every way—his mother being a foreign woman gave him a kind of mixed-blood handsomeness, with chiseled features, slightly prominent brow bones, a tall and slender frame, and an enviable lean physique—calling him breathtakingly beautiful would not be an exaggeration.
But a damp, creepy ghost was still a damp, creepy ghost. Being handsome didn’t erase the fact that he had killed him nine times.
Lu Yunqi sat there nonchalantly, bouncing his leg, and ordered his underling beside him, “Go, splash that bastard awake for me!”
With a splash of water, Murong Jie slowly raised his head. He looked up at Lu Yunqi—if looks could kill, everyone present would already be feasting at a funeral banquet.
The PTSD from dying nine times was no joke. Every time he saw this terrifying damp, creepy ghost, Lu Yunqi’s soul couldn’t help but cringe.
Every time he woke up, it was on the day he had thoroughly offended Murong Jie. He had had the man tied up, beaten half to death, his pants stripped off and used to cover his face, and paraded through the streets in front of everyone.
In short, it was a death wish.
In every previous attempt, Lu Yunqi had carefully untied him, sincerely apologized, and expressed his willingness to take responsibility for his actions, begging for his forgiveness.
But for Murong Jie, the humiliation of that day was a lifelong hatred that demanded blood!
So no matter what he did, Murong Jie never let him off. Combined with the original body’s past reckless behavior, the worst outcome had been being mutilated into a human jar.
Lu Yunqi cursed inwardly, thinking, Why should I suffer the consequences of what the original body did?
And I’m such an idiot too—why did I let someone provoke me into taking on a suicide mission like this?
Well, whatever. Haha, I’ve lost my mind!
Nobody better stop me. Blame that damp, creepy ghost for being too ruthless and leaving me no way out. This time, let’s destroy each other!
Looking at Murong Jie’s handsome face, he stood up, walked over, and grabbed his chin, asking with utter contempt, “Oh? Still alive, are we?”
Murong Jie’s voice was hoarse and filled with hatred as he spat, “Lu Yunqi… you’d better kill me, or else… your life… I’ll be coming for it sooner or later!”
“Hahahahahahaha!” Lu Yunzhan let out a blustering, exaggerated laugh and said, “My father is the current Nine Thousand Years—even your father has to listen to mine. What right does a useless, unfavored prince like you have to bark at me? Hmph, don’t forget, your mother, Consort Xiang, is a foreign woman. Not only do you have no qualification to inherit the throne, but even if you did, in front of my father, you’d be nothing but a puppet!”
Murong Jie simply stared at him with icy eyes, not saying another word.
Having delivered his threats, Lu Yunqi knew it was time to get down to business. He looked Murong Jie up and down, his gaze lingering on the man’s midsection, but he couldn’t help cringing involuntarily.
He thought to himself, Fuck, do I really have to do this?
I’m straight—do I really have to do this?
But if I don’t, I have no other choice!
To drive Murong Jie insane, he had to resort to unconventional methods, because the man was a thoroughbred schemer. Dealing with someone like that, you couldn’t survive without going a little mad yourself.
So he directly placed his hand over that area, leaned close to Murong Jie’s ear, and asked in a low, husky voice, “Murong Jie, how many women have you had? I heard you’re already nineteen, and your imperial father still hasn’t planned to choose a consort for you? Has he forgotten he has a son like you?”
Murong Jie’s eagle-like gaze fixed on Lu Yunqi as he cursed, “You villain, what do you intend to do?”
A lecherous glint appeared in Lu Yunqi’s eyes as his hand fondled with deliberate frivolity: “Don’t be nervous. I imagine a discarded piece like you has never experienced life’s greatest pleasures, have you? No worries—your big brother here will give you a taste today.”
With that, he ordered his underling beside him, “Someone, lay him down for me!”
The underling stepped forward obsequiously and obediently lowered the wooden cross that Murong Jie was bound to. Only when the cross was laid flat did Murong Jie finally begin to show a hint of panic.
Although he had never married, he knew well the proclivities of the so-called elite and powerful figures in the capital.
Those people didn’t just like women—they liked men too. Could this spoiled young heir be planning to do that sort of thing to him?
Murong Jie’s usually calm and indifferent gaze revealed a hint of barely suppressed panic. He cursed, “Lu Yunqi! Just kill me! Otherwise, I swear I’ll kill you—kill your entire family! I’ll slice you all into pieces and feed you to the dogs! How could there exist a beast like you in this world, worse than a pig or a dog!”
Just as Murong Jie braced himself for what was to come, a warmth touched his lips, and his curses came to an abrupt halt.
A moment later, Lu Yunqi raised his head, looking at Murong Jie’s absurdly handsome face, and said, “What? Is this young master not pleasuring you well enough? Come on, curse a few more times—I love hearing it.”
With that, his robes slipped half off his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around Murong Jie’s lean waist, his hands finding those perfectly sculpted pectorals…
Once upon a time, he had always envied Murong Jie’s physique, thinking to himself, damn, his chest is really big—when will I ever have one like that?
His abs were so beautifully defined—no wonder he was the male lead; the author really had carved him out with such vivid detail.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—a perfect nine-head proportion with a three-seven split, all legs from the waist down. Even when parading through the streets, that bronze, sculpture-like bare body was enough to make anyone drool. Absolutely stunning!
Now, he supposed he was getting to possess it in a roundabout way, right?
It’s just… damn, it hurts like hell!
But Lu Yunqi’s mouth remained filthy, feigning a flirtatious tone as he said, “Not bad! Murong Jie, you might be a piece of shit as a person, but your dick is pretty damn useful. This young master likes it—length and hardness are both up to par.”
Whether from sheer shock or something else, Murong Jie just lay there, not saying a word.
But Lu Yunqi wouldn’t stop his dirty talk: “What? Nothing to say? Don’t say I’m bullying you—if you weren’t interested in me, then how did you get so hard? Hah, you’re clearly a slut at heart, probably already addicted to being under this young master, aren’t you?”
This time, Lu Yunqi employed the Eighteen Secret Arts of the Bedchamber on Murong Jie, giving a detailed introduction to each technique, and after each one, he would grip Murong Jie’s chin, forcing him to look at where they were joined.
He also grabbed his chin, making him look into his eyes, whispering filthy words in his ear: “Speaking of which, you’re truly pitiful… I heard you don’t even have a single bed-warming maid. Do you even know what pleasure feels like? Your mother is dead, your father doesn’t love you—you’re nothing but a low-class piece of goods your whole life. And a low-class piece of goods like you only deserves to be ridden by me!”
“Murong Jie, why aren’t you talking? Oh… not satisfied enough? Come, let me show you that there’s no such thing as ‘most satisfying’… only ‘more satisfying’!”
“Believe me when I say I’ll sit you right in half? Though I’ve got to hand it to you—you’re useless everywhere else, but this thing here really tickles this young master’s fancy.”
“Hahahaha, how about it? Easily toyed with in the palm of my hand just like that. Beg for mercy, and maybe this young master will let you go.”
The subordinates outside listened, letting out knowing chuckles, thinking their young heir was toying with Murong Jie—little did they know it was he who had forced Murong Jie to toy with him.
But Lu Yunqi was irritated—damn, this omega’s body was something else. Whether Murong Jie was enjoying it or not, he didn’t know, but he himself was having a damn good time!
Yet for some reason, Murong Jie never came. Though it was understandable—how could a straight man feel anything from being forced?
But since he was still hard, Lu Yunqi had ways to make him finish.
Finally, after another ten-odd minutes, accompanied by a muffled grunt from Murong Jie, Lu Yunqi finally got what he wanted.
He secretly rejoiced, thinking to himself, good, perfect—hope I get pregnant in one go. Then I’ll be the father of your own son, and let’s see if you can still bear to kill me!
After it was over, Lu Yunqi was still savoring the moment. He leaned down, pressing his hands on Murong Jie’s shoulders, looking down at him from above, and heard the other man grit out through clenched teeth: “Lu Yunqi, you shameless bastard!”
But Lu Yunqi just laughed—laughed with utter satisfaction, because he had genuinely enjoyed himself just now, his cheeks and ears flushed with a suggestive redness.
He shot back: “Shameless, am I? Well then, that’s right. I want you to remember me—remember tonight, the scene of us tangled together here. Disgusted? Good, you should be. But don’t rush! There’s something even more disgusting coming.”
With that, he lowered himself, pressing his lips to Murong Jie’s, lingering and grinding against them, biting hard at the corner of his mouth, forcing his lips and teeth apart, their tongues meeting.
He deliberately sucked with loud, wet sounds, deliberately rubbed against his powerful chest, deliberately let out moans of wanton pleasure, deliberately writhed and twisted, flaunting himself.
Very well. Murong Jie, still a virgin, had been teased into hardness by him again. Lu Yunqi looked smugly at Murong Jie’s midsection and said triumphantly, “Whether you admit it or not, you can’t resist my body. But…”
However, Lu Yunqi was the type to start something without finishing it. He ruthlessly stood up, swiftly put on his elaborate robes, and tossed a cold, indifferent back at him, saying, “Once is already more than you deserve. Wanting a second time from me? I think you’re dreaming!”