Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Host, do you wish to bind all resource packs of the Idle Lad Planting System?"

Lu Yunqi replied with a face full of gloom: "Yes!"

This was the tenth lifetime. The final attempt. If he didn't succeed this time, he'd be completely wiped out!

He could only blame his own damn impulsiveness—why had he taken on this hot potato that tens of thousands of people hadn't been able to crack?

Now he was just a desperate man grasping at straws. Since he couldn't conquer Murong Jie, he might as well gross him out. It was payback for killing him so many times!

This time, he was going to give this ancient man a reproductive shock like no other!

That's right, he'd gone mad. And he wasn't just going mad alone—he was taking everyone on this entire timeline down with him!

Lu Yunqi cackled like a maniac for a good long while, then with a flash of white light, he found himself in a familiar scene. Murong Jie was beaten black and blue, bound to a wooden cross with chains binding his hands and feet. A handsome face paired with a pair of sinister, hawk-like eyes—that was the creepy, damp ghost of a man, no mistake.

Even though this man was attractive in every way—his mother being a foreign concubine gave him an exotic handsomeness, with chiseled features and slightly prominent brow bones, plus his tall, slender figure and impressive lean-muscled build—one could say his beauty was so devastatingly handsome it could make heaven and earth weep.

But a damp, gloomy ghost was still a damp, gloomy ghost. Being handsome didn't erase the fact that he'd killed him nine times.

Lu Yunqi sat there all relaxed, bouncing his leg, and commanded one of his underlings: "Go, splash that bastard awake!"

With a splash of water, Murong Jie slowly raised his head. He looked up at Lu Yunqi. If looks could kill, they'd all be at his funeral feast by now.

The PTSD from dying nine times wasn't nothing to sneeze at. Every time he saw that terrifying damp, gloomy man, Lu Yunqi's soul couldn't help but flinch.

Every time he woke up, it was right at the point where he'd royally pissed off Murong Jie. He'd had him tied up, beaten half to death, his pants pulled down and draped over his face, and paraded through the streets for all to see.

In short, this was basically suicide.

In every previous attempt, Lu Yunqi would carefully untie him, sincerely apologize, express his willingness to take responsibility for his actions, and beg for his forgiveness.

But for Murong Jie, the humiliation of that day was a lifelong grudge that could only be settled in blood!

So no matter what he did, Murong Jie never let him off. Combined with the original body's past suicidal behavior, the worst outcome had been being cut into a human pig.

Lu Yunqi cursed inwardly, swearing at his own mother: Why should I get punished for what the original owner of this body did?

And I'm such a dumbass too—why did I let someone get under my skin into taking this death sentence of a mission?

Well, that's it. Haha, I've gone crazy!

Nobody stop me. Blame that damp, gloomy ghost for being too ruthless and giving me no way out. This time, let's go down in flames together!

Looking at Murong Jie's handsome face, he stood up, stepped forward, pinched his chin, and asked with great contempt: "Oh? Still kicking, are we?"

Murong Jie's voice was hoarse and venomous as he said: "Lu Yunqi... you'd better kill me, otherwise... your life... I'll come for it sooner or later!"

"Hahahahahahaha!" Lu Yunqi let out a fake, blustering laugh and said: "My father is the current Lord Nine Thousand Years. Even your old man has to answer to mine. You, a useless and out-of-favor prince, what right do you have to run your mouth at me! Hah! Don't forget, your mother, Consort Xiang, was a foreign woman. Not only do you have no qualification to inherit the throne, but even if you did, you'd just be a puppet before my father!"

Murong Jie just glared at him with eyes like ice, not saying another word.

Having talked enough shit, Lu Yunqi knew it was time to get down to business. He looked Murong Jie up and down, his gaze lingering on his crotch area, but couldn't help flinching involuntarily.

He thought to himself: Fuck, do I really have to go through with this?

I'm a straight guy, damn it. Do I really have to do this?

But if I don't, I have no other choice!

To drive Murong Jie crazy, he had to use unconventional methods, because he was a scheming piece of shit. To deal with someone like that, you had to be crazier than him to survive.

So, he placed his hand right on it, leaned close to Murong Jie's ear, and asked in a husky voice: "Murong Jie, how many women have you had? I heard you're already nineteen, and your father still hasn't arranged a wife for you? Has he forgotten he has a son like you?"

Murong Jie's eagle-like eyes fixed on Lu Yunqi as he cursed: "You bastard, what the hell are you doing?"

A lecherous glint appeared in Lu Yunqi's eyes as he fondled him with a frivolous touch: "Don't be nervous. I'm sure a discarded piece like you has never experienced life's greatest pleasures, right? Don't worry, big bro here is gonna show you a real good time today."

With that, he instructed his underling beside him: "Come, lay him flat for me!"

The underling obsequiously stepped forward and obediently laid down the wooden cross that Murong Jie was bound to. Only when the cross was laid flat did Murong Jie finally show some panic.

Although he had never married, he knew about the perversions of those so-called nobles and elites in the capital.

Those people didn't just like women—they liked men too. Could this spoiled heir actually be planning to do that kind of thing to him?

A barely contained panic flickered in Murong Jie's eyes, usually as calm and unruffled as an ancient well, as he cursed: "Lu Yunqi! Just kill me! Otherwise, I swear I'll kill you, kill your entire family! I'll slice you bastards into pieces and feed you to the dogs! How can there be a worthless beast worse than a pig or a dog like you in this world!"

Just as Murong Jie braced himself for whatever was coming, a warmth touched his lips, and his cursing abruptly stopped.

A moment later, Lu Yunqi raised his head, looking at Murong Jie's absurdly handsome face and said: "What? Is little master not servicing you well enough? Come on, curse a few more times. Little master loves hearing it."

With that, his robes half-hanging off, he wrapped his arms around Murong Jie's slim, powerful waist and gripped his perfectly sculpted pecs...

He had always envied Murong Jie's physique, thinking: His pecs are really big. When will I ever have those?

His abs looked so good. No wonder he was the male lead—the author really knew how to write him vividly.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—a nine-head-tall body with a 3:7 ratio, legs for days. Even when paraded through the streets, that sculpted bronze naked body was enough to make anyone drool. Absolutely smoking hot!

Now, he was sort of possessing it by proxy, right?

It's just... fuck, it hurts like a bitch!

But Lu Yunqi's mouth kept running his dirty mouth, pretending to be all casual and flirty: "Not bad! Murong Jie, you're not much of a person, but your dick is pretty useful. Little master likes it. Good length and hardness."

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? Not talking? Don't say little master is bullying you. If you weren't interested in little master, then how did you get hard? Hah, you're clearly a horny slut, probably already addicted to being under me, aren't you?"

This time, Lu Yunqi used all eighteen secret sex techniques on Murong Jie, introducing each one in detail. After each introduction, he would pinch Murong Jie's chin and force him to look at where they were connected.

He also pinched his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes, whispering dirty talk in his ear: "Speaking of which, you're really pitiful... I heard you don't even have a bed warmer. Do you even know what pleasure feels like? Your mother is dead, your father doesn't love you, you're nothing but low-class trash your whole life. And low-class trash like you only deserve to have me ride you!"

"Murong Jie, why aren't you talking? Oh... not enjoying it enough? Come, let me show you what it means—there's no such thing as 'good enough,' there's always better!"

"Believe me when I say I'll sit on you and snap you in half! But you're not completely useless—your body may be lacking elsewhere, but this part here really does it for me."

"Hahahaha, how about it? Easily played with in the palm of my hand. Just beg for mercy, and maybe little master will let you go."

The underlings outside listened and broke out into waves of dirty laughter, thinking their young master had thoroughly debased Murong Jie, not realizing it was actually Murong Jie who was being forced to do the debasing.

But Lu Yunqi was furious. Damn it, this omega body's constitution was a real killer. He didn't know if Murong Jie was getting off, but he himself was getting off way too damn much!

Yet for some reason, Murong Jie never finished. Though that was understandable—how could a straight man get off from being violated?

But since he was still hard, Lu Yunqi had ways to make him bust right there.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, with a muffled grunt from Murong Jie, Lu Yunqi finally got what he wanted.

He gloated inwardly, thinking, great, perfect, I hope I get knocked up in one shot. Then I'll be the dad of your own kid, and I'd like to see if you still have the heart to kill me!

After it was over, Lu Yunqi was still a bit unsatisfied. He leaned down, pressing his hands on Murong Jie's shoulders, looking down at him from above, and heard the other grit his teeth and curse, "Lu Yunqi, you're shameless!"

Lu Yunqi just smiled, a smug, suggestive grin, because he had really enjoyed himself just now, and his cheeks and ears were flushed with a suggestive redness.

He retorted, "I'm shameless, am I? That's right, I want you to remember me, and tonight's scene of us fucking each other's brains out right here. Disgusting? Good, that's the point. Don't rush! There's something even more disgusting."

With that, he leaned down and kissed Murong Jie's lips, teasing and pressing against them, biting hard at the corner of his mouth, forcing him to part his lips and teeth, their tongues touching.

He deliberately sucked with a slurping sound, deliberately ground against his firm chest, deliberately whimpered and moaned with lewd noises, deliberately wriggled and flaunted himself.

Perfect, the still-virgin Murong Jie got hard again. He 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, who started things but didn't finish them, stood up ruthlessly, quickly put on the elaborate robes, and turned his back on him coldly, saying, "Once is already a bargain for you. Wanting me a second time? You're dreaming!"

==========Author's Note:==========

Starting a new story! Hehe, babies, new story, new vibe. Please give me flowers!!!