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The cramped, dark space amplified every sensation, making the body hypersensitive.
Ruan Qing had frozen the moment he heard the two people talking nearby, terrified of being discovered.
But Qi Lintian didn’t. When he heard their voices, he merely paused for a moment before continuing to lower his head and bite at the buttons of Ruan Qing’s shirt.
Finding it inconvenient to bite properly, he wrapped one arm around Ruan Qing’s lower back, pulling him even closer. One of his legs forcefully wedged between Ruan Qing’s, and he leaned in slightly, pressing down.
Apparently, Qi Lintian had noticed the injury on Ruan Qing’s waist, as he deliberately avoided the wound while pulling him closer, so it didn’t cause any pain.
Ruan Qing tried to stop him, but he was far too weak. Even with both hands gripping Qi Lintian, he couldn’t halt his actions.
Ruan Qing understood very well—this man was angry. Angry about what he’d seen in the office earlier.
Although nothing had actually happened in the office, the way it looked—especially with the sounds and compromising position—any ordinary person would have assumed otherwise. It was understandable that Qi Lintian would be upset.
But this was absolutely not the time to be angry.
Those two people hadn’t gone far. They could be discovered at any moment.
Yet Qi Lintian seemed completely unbothered by them—or perhaps, he just didn’t care about living anymore.
Not in the brave, fearless sense, but in a reckless, “to hell with it all” kind of way.
After all, if he were strong enough to fight them, he wouldn’t have hidden when the monster appeared earlier.
This version of the System in this instance seemed to be just a regular human. Even as the owner of the cruise ship, with certain permissions that normal people didn’t have, he was still, in the end, just human.
Ruan Qing didn’t dare to struggle too hard, afraid that provoking Qi Lintian would make him recklessly say something out loud.
If they were discovered, Ruan Qing might not die right away—but Qi Lintian definitely would. Those two would never let anyone who touched Ruan Qing live.
That level of twisted possessiveness was nothing short of terrifying.
But because Ruan Qing didn’t resist with full force, his weak, half-hearted struggles came off as something entirely different—like he was resisting just enough to be enticing, as if inviting Qi Lintian to continue.
The scene looked practiced—like this was a tactic he was used to using.
After all, he had managed to charm Lin Zhiyan into bringing him aboard the cruise ship within just a few days. Of course he’d be skilled.
Qi Lintian’s expression was dark and unreadable. His eyes, fixed on the boy’s collar, were filled with a dangerous intensity. His movements didn’t stop—he continued biting at the buttons of Ruan Qing’s shirt.
The entire motion was laced with sensuality and ambiguity, filled with a wordless, intimate tension.
Qi Lintian didn’t simply rip the buttons off—rather, he bit along the edge of Ruan Qing’s shirt, carefully guiding the button through the slit as if unfastening it normally.
But because he wasn’t using his hands, the process was excruciatingly slow—it took ages just to get one button undone.
Once the first button came loose, the shirt lost some of its hold and shifted slightly to the side, though not excessively so.
After undoing the first button, Qi Lintian moved lower and mercilessly bit at the second button.
With the second button undone, the shirt fell further apart, revealing glimpses of smooth, pale skin—and now, even a hint of Ruan Qing’s chest was faintly visible.
But this time, Qi Lintian didn’t go for a third button. His gaze darkened as he stared at the scene before him—then he lowered his head directly.
“Mmm…” Ruan Qing’s breathing was already disordered, and a blush had bloomed across his delicate face, making him look impossibly alluring. He bit down hard on his lower lip, while his fingers clenched tightly onto Qi Lintian’s suit sleeve, wrinkling the fabric in his grip.
But the man seemed far from finished—on the contrary, he was becoming even more unrestrained.
The elevator on the eighth floor wasn’t far from the cruise ship’s control room. Under normal circumstances, it would take no more than two minutes to walk there.
It was clear the two people outside were heading to the control room.
Yet at this moment, time seemed to crawl—every second stretched endlessly, like a snail inching forward.
Ruan Qing had thought a long time had passed, but he could still hear the sound of their footsteps and their conversation.
Thankfully, the voices were growing fainter—they were finally moving away.
And precisely because the voices were fading, Qi Lintian’s actions grew bolder, more reckless.
He lifted Ruan Qing slightly with one arm, while the other slipped inside his shirt from the hem, trailing along his impossibly slender waist, fingertips caressing the soft skin of his abdomen.
Unlike Ruan Qing’s smooth and delicate skin, Qi Lintian’s hand was rougher and much warmer—wherever it went, it left a trail of tremors in its wake.
Ruan Qing had clearly never been touched like this before—never had anyone crossed this line so blatantly. The stimulation left him trembling uncontrollably.
And still, Qi Lintian’s hand continued downward, eventually landing on a particularly sensitive spot.
“Mmm…” Ruan Qing’s beautiful eyes shimmered with moisture. He bit into the sleeve of his own shirt, terrified of making even the slightest sound.
But his face was already flushed with desire, and his dewy eyes were slightly unfocused. Gone was the careful façade he usually maintained—only in this moment did he seem truly himself.
Ruan Qing’s slender, pale fingers tightened around Qi Lintian’s arm, his grip so fierce his fingertips turned white. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling uncontrollably.
If not for Qi Lintian’s arm around him and the wall at his back, Ruan Qing would have long since collapsed, his legs too weak to hold him up.
Time blurred. Eventually, Ruan Qing slumped bonelessly against Qi Lintian’s chest, his face buried in the man’s embrace, his delicate frame shivering faintly.
Qi Lintian didn’t move. He simply held him, letting the other steady his breathing.
He’d realized his mistake by now—the person in his arms wasn’t the experienced lover he’d assumed. On the contrary, Ruan Qing was utterly untried, achingly green.
Probably never even touched himself, Qi Lintian thought. Otherwise, his reactions wouldn’t have been so clumsy. So quick.
That disastrous kissing technique, the way he’d struggled even to breathe—Qi Lintian should’ve known sooner.
The anger in his chest had long since dissolved, replaced by a thrill of satisfaction. His lips curled, helpless against the smugness rising in him.
He glanced down at his fingers, then brought them to his mouth, sucking them slowly.
Ruan Qing’s eyes widened in shock. He parted his lips, but no sound came out. Finally, in a voice frail and shaking, he managed two hoarse words:
"You… pervert."
The words were barely audible, more a whimper than speech, frayed with lingering tremors from his uneven breath.
But Qi Lintian heard. A low, delighted laugh rumbled in his chest.
When the laughter faded, he pressed his forehead to Ruan Qing’s, his voice a rough murmur. "Salty."
"I thought it’d be sweet."
His tone was cultured, his enunciation flawless—the very picture of refinement. Yet the words themselves, dripping from that deep, magnetic voice, painted him as nothing short of a degenerate.
And the contrast between them was obscene: Ruan Qing’s clothes were disheveled, while Qi Lintian’s suit remained immaculate save for the wrinkles where Ruan Qing had clutched at his sleeves and chest. A proper gentleman in appearance, a beast in deed.
Ruan Qing hadn’t expected such shamelessness. He stared, stunned, before swiping a hand over his own lips and glaring up at Qi Lintian.
But with his face flushed, the corners of his eyes stained red as if brushed with rouge, the effect was anything but intimidating. He looked ruined—languid and debauched, a temptation in disarray.
The moment their eyes met, Ruan Qing saw Qi Lintian’s gaze darken. Panic fluttered through him. He ducked his head, hiding again in the man’s embrace.
Qi Lintian’s eyes darkened. The person in his arms was satisfied, but he was not—far from it. Holding this beauty had long since driven him to the brink of madness.
Yet now was not the time to indulge.
When helping the young man, he could still barely keep track of their surroundings. But if it were for himself—he would lose all reason, dooming them both.
He didn’t want to die. He never had, and now, even less so.
Besides, the one in his arms was so fragile. If Qi Lintian truly lost control, this person wouldn’t survive either.
He closed his eyes, forcing down the emotions threatening to overwhelm him—suppressing every reckless impulse.
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The System shared senses with his avatar. Naturally, he felt everything Qi Lintian experienced.
He never expected Ruan Qing to let things go this far.
After all, he held a knife. If he had truly refused, there were countless ways to stop Qi Lintian—not this gradual, helpless surrender.
The System’s nonexistent heart clenched. Did this mean… Ruan Qing cared for him, even just a little?
Or was this merely another reward for a useful pawn?
He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t even discern whether Ruan Qing had a heart, let alone guess his thoughts.
No matter the answer, the System had no choice but to accept whatever he gave—love or exploitation, he would swallow either gladly.
His world could no longer exist without him.
Perhaps 'He' had foreseen this—why no conscious, memory-retaining avatars were allowed near Ruan Qing before 'His' full return.
Why the System had been shackled with restrictions.
But now, fused with three dungeon bosses, he had grown strong enough to exploit those restraints.
A little more power, and he might break them entirely. Then, he would be the ultimate victor.
Of course, all this hinged on Ruan Qing surviving the dungeon—and 'Him' remaining oblivious.
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