Even with the bed curtains drawn, Jiang Yingxiao felt too embarrassed to change into her pajamas outside, so she had to enter the bathroom still wearing her uniform.
The interior was decorated like an ordinary hotel, without any of the blood flowing backward or other things she had imagined. The only slightly frightening aspect was the flickering light overhead.
However, ghosts usually only appeared after the lights went out. With the lights still bright, there shouldn’t be any problems.
The girl encouraged herself, gathering her courage to undress. The pleated skirt fell to the floor, revealing her fair and slender calves as she stepped out of it. Standing on tiptoe, she shakily tested the water temperature with her hand.
[The screen went black, who can still see my wife’s stunning video?]
[There’s the sound of water, my wife is about to take a bath.]
[Couldn’t it just be my baby’s own voice?]
[Stop talking nonsense, could our baby even bring herself to do it? Let her husband come and help instead.]
A chilling breeze lifted the black hair beside Jiang Yingxiao’s ear. The pinkish-white skin under the water droplets trembled from the cold, and she couldn’t help but recall scenes from horror movies she had watched before.
It felt as if a ghost were breathing down her neck, waiting for her to turn around so it could reveal a sinister, terrifying face—only black, white, and red—up close and scare her unconscious.
“Xie Yingqi, Xie Yingqi, are you there… mmm…”
Her thin, trembling voice echoed in the bathroom, the last word swallowed in her throat as if something were blocking her mouth, stirring back and forth.
Her tongue was pushed around, trying to dodge, and saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her chin.
The girl’s body involuntarily leaned back, falling into a damp, cold embrace. The warmth of her soft arm was soon tinged with a chill.
The ghost’s large hand reached the small hollow at the small of her back, pressing down slightly to leave a mark, then wrapped its arm around her warm, soft belly.
“You’ve only been away from your husband for a short while, and you’re already so eager to find a new man.”
“Did the one outside kiss you here?”
The cool breeze blew gently against her delicate earlobe, instantly turning its translucent, fair skin a shade of red.
“Mmm… you’re too cold, let go.” Saliva mixed and flowed downward, caught by the other’s hand.
Yu Chi obediently withdrew his hand, his gaze lingering on his fingertips before placing them in his mouth to lick clean, not wasting a single drop.
It was so sweet it could steal a ghost’s soul. Who knows how many ghosts outside dreamt of tasting his wife’s saliva.
【076, save me!】
【A temporary transmission point has been added for the Player, which will activate in 10 minutes.】
For some reason, the System’s volume fluctuated, as if the signal were unstable, but it still remembered to comfort her.
【Don’t be afraid, baby.】
Jiang Yingxiao broke free from the ghost’s arm, seized the opportunity, and slapped it across the face. Two crimson finger marks appeared on the ghost’s unnaturally pale face.
Yu Chi looked at her and chuckled softly, almost obsessively.
The girl still had two drops of saliva on her chin, her lips wet and red from the ghost’s touch. She glared at him with kitten-like eyes, her mouth slightly open as if inviting him in.
“Didn’t I tell you you’re still 99 points short? Do you want to rebel?”
The young miss’s face flushed red. Wearing only two small pieces of fabric, her toes curled in fear, yet she deliberately raised her voice to intimidate him.
Her chest was a patch of snowy white, the small garment stretched taut, barely revealing a hint of color through the water. Without looking closely, it was almost impossible to notice.
The ghost felt his eyes sting from that flash of pale skin, his heart beginning to beat again. He crouched down in a submissive posture, taking her hand and placing it in his mouth.
His sticky, damp lips brushed against her wrist, his rough tongue grinding against the pink-white flesh, soon rubbing it red.
Panting heavily, his words slurred, “Let your husband help you bathe, baby, okay?” The cold breath he exhaled made Jiang Yingxiao’s snow-white fingertips curl repeatedly.
The boy was still wearing his uniform from the morning, neatly pressed, even his shoes were the standard leather ones. Claiming he wanted to help her bathe—even a ghost wouldn’t believe that.
Besides, she had already seen the knife tucked at his waist.
He couldn’t fool her at all.
【Transmission Countdown: 6 minutes 12 seconds.】
Jiang Yingxiao decided to bide her time, waiting for the right moment to leave, then find a chance to beat him up thoroughly.
After all, he was still armed, so it was better to stall for now.
Her jade-green eyes scrutinized him for a moment, her toes nudging his thigh. Lowering her gaze, her voice was soft, “Then be gentle, okay?”
“You’re too strong, it’ll hurt me.”
Yu Chi’s expression darkened at her words, not a trace of a smile on his face as he reached out and gripped her delicate, pale ankle.
How dare she agree so casually to a ghost’s request? Who knows how many men had coaxed her into letting them lick the saliva from her mouth in places he didn’t know about.
She really needed to learn a lesson.
Xie Yingqi, not hearing the sound of water from beside the bed, walked over and knocked on the door, “Jiang Yingxiao, are you okay?”
At this time, she should have already applied the shower gel and be ready to rinse off.
“Wuwu, I’m not okay…” The girl’s toes curled at the cold voice outside. She wanted to open the door and leave, but the male ghost held her calf, panting.
“Baby, you can scream louder, let the stray dog outside know your husband is licking you.”
“Have you let him do this to you too?”
The girl slapped his head twice, putting all her strength into it. But he didn’t seem to feel it at all, burying his face in the sole of her foot.
【Transmission Countdown: 4 minutes 30 seconds.】
“Baby, your husband’s head hurts from you stepping on it.” The male ghost knelt on the ground, kissing the top of her foot, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
If she was like this just from having her feet licked, how much worse must she have cried when men licked her tongue outside?
Crying and cursing, her words swallowed by the bad dogs, unable to utter a single syllable.
So pitiful.
For a moment, Jiang Yingxiao couldn’t tell whether she or this NPC was the one with the creepy, perverted setting.
[Baby, what are you doing? Why did you bring a strange man home?]
[I think I heard Yu Chi’s voice]
[What is that damn ghost doing? I heard my wife calling me]
“How could you do this?” Jiang Yingxiao wiped her eyes, her beautiful round pupils misting over. “The lights are about to go out, and I haven’t bathed yet. I feel awful.”
And he lied about helping her bathe—instead, his saliva made her even dirtier.
【Transmission Countdown: 1 minute 05 seconds.】
The ghost stopped his feeding motions, looking up in panic. Seeing her tears, he knelt on the ground, not daring to rise. “Don’t cry, baby… baby, I’ll help you bathe.”
The girl didn’t respond, only trembling lips and choked sobs, tears rolling down onto the handsome face of the ghost looking up at her.
Yu Chi carefully stood up, his large hand grasping her delicate white palm. “Baby, let me show you a magic trick, okay?”
Ghost Qi could maintain its own cleanliness and tidiness. He drew out a bit and carefully transferred it onto her, making her skin glisten with moisture as if freshly washed.
Even her two small garments were cleaned.
“Baby, look, all clean now.” He leaned down to meet her gaze, trying to please her, but didn’t even earn a slap.
【Transmission Countdown: 5 seconds.】
He could have easily cleaned her with just a breath, yet he phrased it so strangely, leading her to misunderstand.
Jiang Yingxiao wasn’t the least bit pleased, lowering her eyes as she grumbled at him, “I hate you the most.”
It was lights-out time in the dormitory, and the bathroom darkened. Before the ghost could say a few more sweet words, she vanished from the spot.
The man outside also knocked on the door. “Jiang Yingxiao, are you okay?”
What a stupid dog. Even when she was gone, he still put on airs, not knowing who he was pretending for.
He Ming had just finished showering and was sitting on a stool wiping his knife.
He was the only one living in the dormitory, so there was no need to cover up much—just a towel wrapped around his waist.
His wheat-colored muscles bulged firmly as his arms moved mechanically.
He had rushed back right after the first round ended. A few classmates nearby teased him, asking if he had fallen in love in the Instance and if he’d have time to introduce her to the guys.
What the hell were they talking about? They made it sound so nice, but they just wanted to steal her away.
He ignored whatever nonsense those wild dogs were spouting and walked back coldly, leaving the others behind.
“What’s he pretending for? They’re going to break up sooner or later anyway. What’s wrong with letting us meet her? If it really works out, maybe we’ll even let him be the side piece.”
“We’re all brothers, always sticking together, but now he’s splitting us up.”
“It’s all an act, right? How could Jiang Yingxiao possibly be into him? He’s so dark and bulky. If she got pressed against him, she’d probably faint from how ugly it is.”
After he left, a few male classmates gathered together to complain, fantasizing about how great it would be if they were chosen as the next boyfriend by the young lady.
When He Ming rushed panting into the Locker Room, the compartment was already empty, with only a faint trace of the girl’s fragrance lingering.
Frantic, he knocked on every door, wishing he could crawl on the floor to see if any compartment had an extra pair of delicate white feet, wondering if she was being pressed against the door by those bastards recklessly sniffing her.
The adjacent compartment reeked of a disgusting, fishy odor. Without hesitation, he kicked the door open. The boy inside looked at him and chuckled softly. “She was taken away by Disciplinary Inspection a while ago. She’s probably being pressed against the bed right now, unable to even cry.”
He Ming finished wiping his knife just as the dormitory lights went out.
He collected his thoughts and pulled open the bed curtain, but froze in shock at the sight on his bed, even wondering if he was hallucinating—imagining things that were utterly impossible at night.
The girl he had searched for frantically was now lying beside his pillow, covered by his blanket, clutching his clothes to her chest.
The intoxicating scent of her skin flooded his nostrils. Below her clean, snow-white neck were soft, rounded shoulders, as if she weren’t wearing anything.
Damn, he really must be dreaming.
He slapped himself, the sound echoing in the darkness. Hearing the noise, her raven-feather-like black eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she were about to open her eyes.
He Ming held his breath in an instant, afraid of disturbing her dream.
Not sure what kind of dream he was having, but drool had trickled out, wetting his half-parted pink lips with fluid, like the sugar coating on a candy ball, tempting one to go up and taste it.
The man thought again of what that bastard in Locker Room 3 had said and carefully lifted the blanket to look down. The pure white panties clung to the soft flesh, stained with a bit of moisture.
Damn it, it looked as if some stray dog had secretly licked it.
Author’s Note:
This Yu Chi is really putting on a show, performing magic tricks for the baby during the New Year.