How Could He Possibly Use a Tissue…
Jiang Yingxiao was, of course, very clever.
Once, with just a little trick, she had managed to deceive the NPCs of the Love Game into happily eating her leftovers for thirty consecutive days, without a single complaint.
There was even one foolish enough to ask if he could be the only one to help her in the future.
But now, the clever Jiang Yingxiao was pinned against the back of her chair, unable to move, by the ghost’s petty tricks.
Yu Chi’s two pale, vein-streaked arms braced against the edges of the seat cushion, his thighs crouched low, trapping the girl’s legs apart as he lifted his head to bite her ear.
“Stop biting me, my ear is going to be ruined,” Jiang Yingxiao’s beautiful face scrunched up, her teeth biting her lips, her lower lip red and swollen.
“And this is clearly my own clothes.”
The poor young miss, even while being bullied, answered his questions meticulously, obediently declaring her ownership, thinking that giving the right answer would earn her the ghost’s gentle mercy.
Yu Chi chuckled softly, his cold and chilling Ghost Qi blowing against half of Jiang Yingxiao’s face. She couldn’t help but tremble and tilt her head to the side, only to bump into a warm embrace.
Behind her, Lu Duanzhuo seemed frozen in place, showing no reaction at all. His thick elbows rested obediently on the desk, his large hands covering his face.
The girl’s fluffy black hair spilled over his thighs, her hands covering her ears, eyes tightly shut, her pretty little face flushed with a sickly crimson from tension.
The soft fabric of her shirt at her waist had been pushed aside, revealing a slender, pale waistline that disappeared into the short skirt below. The thin layer of muscle rose and fell with her breathing, fragile and beautiful.
[Stop, stop, stop, what kind of new three-person game is this?]
[My wife’s waist is so slender and delicate, feels like you could see through it with just a little squeeze]
[Baby, ever since I watched this, there are only eleven zodiac animals left, because the rooster died]
[What does this dead cuckold ghost guy want to do?]
The ghost showed no mercy for this pearl-white treasure. He leaned down, nuzzling against her, clearly feeling the trembling from within, and reached out to touch it.
“Baby, why do you like doing these things in the classroom?”
“How about I do it to you together with him?”
Behind Jiang Yingxiao was a hot-blooded male high school student, and in front of her was a Damp Evil Ghost who had been dead for who knows how many days.
Caught between the cold and the heat, she felt as if she were melting one moment and freezing the next.
The girl never doubted the truth in the evil ghost’s words. After all, she could already feel the male high school student NPC behind her pulling out his knife, pressing it against her fragile neck, ready to strike a fatal blow.
With both a human and a ghost bullying her, she’d probably die before even reaching the third day.
“You’re making me so uncomfortable, I feel like I’m going to get sick,” she whimpered softly, subtly changing the subject.
But the more she spoke, the angrier she became, and soon she seized the moral high ground, venting her frustration at the male ghost.
“You already owe me 99 points, how can you still be so awful? Once I get out, I’ll find someone to beat you up.”
Without even thinking about how to escape, she was already planning revenge on the Game’s staff, mewling like a bristling kitten.
The ghost didn’t argue when he heard words he didn’t like. Instead, he arched his body and crawled upward, slowly parting Jiang Yingxiao’s hair with his head before biting down on her chattering lips.
The classroom fell silent for a moment.
Her lips were as soft as he had imagined, her tongue sweetly fragrant, yet clumsily evading his invasion.
Truly a kitten through and through. Usually when scolding him, she wished she could throw every word right in his face, but now, on the verge of being caught, she could only dodge and hide everywhere.
Once that little tongue was caught, even the harshest words were trapped in her throat, leaving the girl below with nothing but muffled whimpers.
[My wife got kissed. Sometimes I feel like there’s a certain color hovering over my head, really affecting my normal life. Hahaha, Towards Death officials, how about compensating me with some Points?]
[Switch to the Ghost Channel, please, I’m begging you. Did your game hire NPCs just to bully my baby? Already reported, no thanks.]
[Uh-huh, sorry everyone, letting you see the video of me kissing my wife. Actually, I didn’t want to release it, but my wife insisted on making it public. Anyway, can your game just go die first?]
Jiang Yingxiao felt as if her mouth were stuffed with chilled jelly. The softest part of the ghost roamed freely in her mouth, licking away her saliva bit by bit.
She didn’t want to leave her moisture for him, but as she gulped down frantically, his large tongue followed, delving deeper.
The person she was lying on seemed about to break free from his frozen state. Jiang Yingxiao clearly felt his breathing grow heavier, his muscles swelling.
Her teeth instinctively clamped down, biting the ghost’s tongue, her sharp canines sinking in. She thought he would slink away in defeat, but instead, as if impervious to pain, he sucked even more eagerly.
“Mmph—go away, everyone saw,” the girl mumbled, her eyelashes trembling like butterflies about to take flight.
Yu Chi licked her lips, sucking on the lower lip he had long coveted before finally speaking calmly, “What’s there to fear? If my baby is willing to let them see, it’s already a reward for them.”
The classroom door was knocked twice. Reluctantly, the male ghost pulled Jiang Yingxiao up from the boy’s lap, wiped the saliva smeared on her cheek, and licked his fingers clean after placing them in his mouth.
Whether from fright or the kiss, Jiang Yingxiao’s face flushed as red as an apple, her lips parted as if stunned, opening reflexively at the slightest touch.
“So obedient, baby,” the ghost chuckled softly, pulling her newly draped jacket closer as if to kiss her again. But before he could make contact, another series of “thump-thump” knocks sounded from outside.
It was the person outside the classroom growing impatient, pounding on the wooden door with their fist.
Jiang Yingxiao’s lips were brushed once more before the chilling presence beside her vanished. The broadcast crackled back to life, continuing its erratic chant:
“Daylight bright, faces cold;
A young lad in the room lies dead.
Open your eyes and look at him,
Don’t be scared, don’t be afraid.”
The girl took a deep breath, her soft, pale fingers moving from her cheeks to cover her eyes. Slowly, she peered through the gaps between her fingers.
Even though she had braced herself for a jump scare, the sight before her still made her tremble all over.
The dead male Player hung upside down from the ceiling, dark red blood trickling down from the hair on his head, dripping one drop at a time onto the marble floor.
His fingers were stiffly forced into black holes, his mouth stretched into a grin.
His face was turned toward her, his eye sockets pitch black.
Devoid of eyeballs.
Jiang Yingxiao quickly pressed her fingers together, covering her face as she slumped onto the desk.
[Don’t be scared, baby. 【Donation 10 Points】]
[What is Yu Chi even doing? Couldn’t he have cleaned up before leaving? Scaring my wife like that.]
[That wasn’t there earlier… It seemed to appear only after he left.]
“Isn’t someone going to deal with the dead body? Where’s the person on cleaning duty today?” Lu Duanzhuo, seeing the situation, anxiously left his seat and dismantled the corpse to find tools for disposal.
Completely ignoring the discomfort between his own legs.
The NPC on duty followed him out, sharp-eyed enough to spot the young lady lying face down on the desk, and hurriedly carried the body away.
The others scrambled for mops to clean the floor, whispering among themselves:
“Was the young lady secretly rubbing her legs together at her seat just now? I could almost smell her scent.”
“Wasn’t the Discipline Inspection Department here earlier? Being an official really makes a difference—they can casually inspect the young lady’s wounds down there, and even help wipe her clean when she’s wet.”
Two inexperienced male classmates, having glanced at some harmful ads on their phone screens, thought they knew a lot. The slightest hint of anything stirred them up with excitement.
The classroom door was knocked twice again, and the person outside spoke up: “Young lady, it’s time to eat.”
Jiang Yingxiao lifted her head slightly from the desk, squinting her eyes to observe. Seeing it was her little follower, Si Cheng, she relaxed and raised her chin.
“Oh, come in.”
The girl sat up straight from her position leaning over the desk, waiting for the food to be served. Her two fair, slender legs crossed and swayed, making the seat cushion wobble along.
Si Cheng’s throat tightened as he carried the dishes inside. Under her expectant gaze, he arranged them one by one on the table, then stood to the side, watching her eat.
Jiang Yingxiao’s movements were elegant, taking small, delicate bites as she chewed. She had no habit of playing with her phone while eating, burying her face in the bowl instead. The soft flesh on her cheeks puffed out like a little animal storing food.
Yet she ate surprisingly fast, and before long, she accidentally choked, patting her chest and holding her breath intermittently. To others, she looked utterly famished.
Who knew what she had been doing with another man inside earlier, exhausting herself to the point where she even pretended not to hear his knocking.
The boy’s gaze darkened, but he carefully handed her a glass of milk.
The beautiful young lady took it and drank it all in one go. A trace of white liquid clung to the seam of her decadent, crimson lips, slowly trickling down the corner of her mouth.
That indescribable feeling rose again in Si Cheng’s heart. He stared blankly at the milk stain, completely forgetting his role as a follower.
“Young lady,” he said after a moment, his voice tinged with a sickly tone as he leaned close to Jiang Yingxiao’s ear, “let me serve you by wiping your mouth.”
The girl’s breathing steadied. She stuck out a small tip of her tongue to lick the moisture from her lips, glanced at the food on the table, and asked in confusion, “Wipe it now? But I haven’t finished eating yet.”
“Yes, wipe it now, and then wipe it again after you finish.”
The boy’s voice was hoarse, his gaze glued to her lips and teeth. His hanging hand clenched into a fist, and as her mouth opened and closed, he gritted his back teeth tightly.
A predatory carnivore, when approaching its prey, will lie quietly in wait, silently closing in when its target lets its guard down.
“Alright then, help me wipe it.” Jiang Yingxiao, sitting upright on the stool, innocently pursed her lips into a smile, her eyes wandering over him, wondering which pocket he kept the tissue in.
Her innocent green eyes, brightened by the delicious meal, blinked upward, long gone was the pitiful look she had earlier when she lay fearfully on the desk.
The silly herbivore, hearing the sound of drool hitting the ground behind it, thought it was raining and hurriedly tried to finish the last tender grass before heading home. Instead, it was pounced on by a predator.
Silly young lady, how could he possibly use a tissue to wipe it?