When I transmigrated into this cannon fodder side character, I was pressing my cream-covered foot against the male lead’s chest, humiliating him. “Lick it clean. Swallow.” The male lead, Ryder, gripped my ankle with stubborn, hidden resentment. “Yes, Young Master.” Later, I faked my death to escape the plot, surrounded by handsome men, when Ryder suddenly appeared and locked me in a pitch-black basement. He tugged on a silver chain, grinning like a mad dog. “Young Master, lick it clean. Swallow.” I transmigrated into a novel, becoming the expendable Young Master in a dark romance revenge saga set within a powerful, wealthy family. My only purpose was to humiliate the male lead, provoke him endlessly, pile on the hatred, and eventually, end up in an urn. This moment right now? It’s one of the story’s peak scenes. I was stomping on Ryder’s rock-solid chest, forcing him to lick the cream that Julian had splattered on my foot. Ryder, the powerful and dominant one, and Julian, the delicate, clumsy submissive, were childhood friends who grew up together in the same orphanage. Years ago, my villainous father, Mr. Albright, orchestrated a scheme to frame Ryder’s father, Mr. Kincaid, and their entire family, leading to their ruin. Ryder and Julian supported each other, enduring for years. Ryder got a job as my family’s chef, while Julian became our bodyguard. Their goal? To infiltrate and take revenge on my father. But Julian wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed; he constantly cooked up petty schemes, claiming they were to ‘get even’ for Ryder. He was never subtle enough, though, always dragging Ryder into cleaning up his messes. Undoubtedly the clueless one. Just moments ago, he’d feigned a stumble, intending to smear cake on my face. But his distance judgment was off, and it ended up on my foot instead. Ryder interceded for him. Fine, I’d make *him* lick it clean. From my perspective, this was pretty much a thrill ride. Ryder’s body was tense, his grip firm on my pale ankle. His eyes, fixed on me, were chilling. I wanted to yank my foot back, but with a slight pull, he tugged it forward again. The System’s voice buzzed in my ear: [This is it! Quick, shove your toes in his mouth!] Ugh. Talk about gross, Young Master. Even as I mentally gagged, Ryder lowered his head. A warm, tingling sensation instantly sent shivers through me. His crimson tongue slowly, meticulously lapped up the white cream from my instep, his Adam’s apple subtly bobbing. Holy cow! Why did that feel… kinda good? Just as he was about to reach my toes, I kicked him hard, sending him sprawling. “Stupid dog! You hurt me!” My soft, weak voice had a slight crack, completely devoid of any real menace. He looked up at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, practically screaming, “That’s it?” My own cowardice made my face flush. I blurted out, “You’re grounded from dinner tonight!” and scurried upstairs. I buried my head under the covers, clutching my face, gasping for air. The System’s voice was dripping with sarcasm: [Pathetic. This is just the beginning.] A lump formed in my throat. I rasped, [What’s the hatred value?] The System fell silent. I said ominously, [Don’t tell me it’s already high enough to get me killed.] The System let out a piercing shriek! [AAAH! WHY IS IT -10?!]
The System had gone mad. The screen filled with static and its furious shouts, making my head spin. [It has to be because you didn’t follow the plot!] [I told you to put your toes in his mouth! In his mouth! Why didn’t you?] I blinked innocently. [He might get athlete’s foot.] The System was speechless. [He’s going to tear you limb from limb soon, and you’re worried about *his* athlete’s foot?] I lazily rolled over, muttering, [Well, he hasn’t torn me limb from limb *yet*, has he?] That’s right, the Young Master’s attitude was always this chill. It’s not like I haven’t died before. In my original world, I was deader than dead. The System’s screen went black. After a long silence, it lectured me: [I have to go back to Headquarters to check if the program is glitching. Three days, tops. While I’m gone, you remember to humiliate him properly, stomp him under your foot like a dog, *destroy him*!] [Did you hear me?] I mumbled a half-hearted reply. [Yeah, yeah, got it.] [Repeat it back.] [Humiliate him! Destroy him! Demolish him… *completely*!] [Repeat it a hundred times!] The System left, seemingly satisfied. Waking up the next day, I fell into deep thought. Did the System tell me to *demolish him* last night? Did I get assigned a dominant role? In just three seconds, I convinced myself to accept this new task. Ryder hated the Albright family so much. If I *also* dominated him, wouldn’t his hatred value skyrocket? The System was a genius! But I didn’t expect Julian to start his antics again as I swaggered downstairs, feeling proud. He smiled brightly, respectfully handing me a cup of coffee. “Young Master, this is your favorite civet coffee. Please enjoy.” I stared at the unknown liquid, covered in white foam and emitting a faint, pine-like aroma, and fell silent. Seriously, dude, whose coffee smells like laundry detergent? I waved my hand, declining. “No, we struggling folks only drink the dirt-cheap brew from a discount coffee shop.” Julian looked bewildered. Ryder seemed to let out a soft chuckle. I instantly flared up. “What’s so funny? Laugh again, and I, the Young Master, will *destroy* you!” With that, I suddenly raised my foot and aimed a kick at his stomach. But I put too much force into it, and my foot slipped down an inch. Ryder let out a soft groan, then swiftly grabbed my ankle and pulled it forward. I tumbled right into his rock-solid chest, my foot wedged between his legs. He gritted his teeth, lowering his gaze. “I’m yours, Young Master. You can do anything you want with me.” My defenses completely shattered. Seriously, dude, are you a masochist?
In the bedroom, Ryder was stripped down to just his boxers, kneeling perfectly straight on the floor. His defined muscles looked even more *delicious*… I mean, *healthy*, in the warm glow of the lamp. I gripped the thin whip tightly, circling him, trying to figure out what to do. Even though I was gay in my original world, I had no idea how to do *this*. Seeing me hesitate for a while, he suddenly reached out, took the other end of the whip, and pressed it against his chest. “Young Master, hit me here.” Huh??? He was so proactive, it completely caught me off guard. But I couldn’t break character. I glared at him fiercely. “Who asked you to teach me, Young Master?” The moment the words left my mouth, I snapped the whip down hard, the force rattling my hand. Red welts instantly appeared on his tanned skin, and I could even smell a faint coppery scent of blood, but Ryder didn’t even blink. After the first time, the second was much easier. *Snap! Snap!* The sounds echoed relentlessly in the quiet bedroom. By the end, I was exhausted, sprawled on the carpet, but Ryder still maintained his original pose. His dark eyes glittered with an unusual intensity, fixed on my face. You could just tell his hatred was through the roof. Today’s task of humiliating him was complete. All that was left was to *demolish him*. But looking at his body covered in blood welts, I felt a pang of pity. I closed my eyes, waving him away. “Go back. That’s enough for today.” Better to know when to stop. I didn’t want to die before the System even returned. In my drowsy state, a warm touch suddenly brushed the back of my neck. Annoyed, I swatted at it, but my hand was abruptly caught. I twisted my head and saw Ryder looking at me with eager eyes. “Young Master, you haven’t finished with me yet.” I: “…”
Ryder was a pervert. Confirmed. Ever since I said, “Believe me, I, the Young Master, will *demolish you*!” he’d gone insane. Every day, he chased me like a dog, asking, “When?” But did he even look at his own muscular physique? Could *I* really “demolish” *him*? Demolishing Julian would be easier. But that thought only lasted a second before I dismissed it. Because in the lotus seed soup he prepared for me, I saw undissolved pills. Yet he smiled innocently, cheerfully asking me to taste if it was good. People like that are beyond help. Looking at it that way, Ryder was pretty pitiful too. I couldn’t help but glance at Ryder, who stood like a wall beside me, giving him a look of sympathy for a poor wretch. But he seemed to misunderstand, thinking I wanted him to eat my leftovers. He gulped down the lotus seed soup in my hand in three quick swigs. I shot up in surprise, trying to shove my fingers down his throat. “Are you crazy?! Spit it out!” Seeing my panic, he finally realized something. He grabbed Julian by the neck, his eyes darkening. “You drugged him?” Julian’s face turned red as he choked, shaking his head like a bobblehead, unable to utter a word. I stared at the two of them, utterly bewildered. Wait, why are they fighting each other now? Is the protagonists’ love really *that* fragile? Seeing Julian about to be strangled, I pushed my questions aside and hurriedly pulled Ryder away. Unexpectedly, the drug’s effects kicked in right then. His body was burning hot, his eyes gradually hazy. Only then did I remember the original plot: the Young Master, rushing to a friend’s appointment, took a sip and was later molested by a vagrant hired by Julian. After that, the Young Master grew even more deranged, becoming even more vicious in his torment. This fueled Ryder’s hatred, accelerating his path to death. I had to admit, Julian had the potential to be a truly malicious Young Master. Suddenly, a sharp pain in my neck broke my thoughts. Ryder was practically hanging off me, rubbing and biting, his hand already reaching under the hem of my shirt. I was furious and embarrassed, fending him off while yelling at Julian, who was sprawled on the floor. “Quick, get the antidote!” Julian’s eyes welled up with tears, and he shook his head pitifully. “There’s no, no antidote!” Seriously, was *he* the one who was wronged? Just as I was trying to figure out what to do, Ryder suddenly scooped me up and rushed towards the bedroom upstairs. By the time I regained my senses, I was already pinned to the bed, unable to move. His eyes were bloodshot. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand, while the other unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze, heavy with desire, was locked on my face. I abruptly widened my eyes and screamed at him. “You dog! What do you think you’re doing?!” He licked his crimson lips. “What do you think, Young Master? Don’t you know?”
The searing touch made my body tremble. This sudden turn of events made me instinctively call out to the System for help. But no matter how much I called, the System, which promised to return in three days max, didn’t make a peep. I finally panicked, my voice trembling as I begged him. “Ryder, I was wrong.” “I’ll never bully you again, just let me go.” But he seemed not to hear me, leisurely taking off his clothes, one by one. He took my hand and guided it over his eight-pack abs, letting it slowly explore every inch. “Hard enough?” I bit my lip, nodding ingratiatingly. His heavy breaths fell on my face, sending shivers through me. The next second, a deluge of kisses rained down. He was like a mad dog, biting and gnawing, fierce and relentless. As my consciousness faded, I thought I saw the System’s stunned physical form. The next day, when I opened my eyes, I found myself still tightly held in Ryder’s arms. The perpetual frown on his face, which had been there for twenty-four hours, finally smoothed out, his features looking much softer. But thinking about his mad dog behavior last night, I bristled, lifting my foot and kicking him off the bed. I didn’t know how bad it was until I kicked him. My face contorted, tears streaming down. Damn! My ass felt like I’d been eating ghost peppers. Ryder’s usually icy face showed a rare expression of apology and embarrassment. Before I could get angry again, he suddenly knelt on the floor, picked up the whip from beside him, and offered it to me with both hands. “Young Master, please punish me!” He looked utterly at my mercy, but was he blind? Did he think I couldn’t see the ridiculous grin splitting his face?! Suddenly, my gaze shifted to the claw marks on his chest. Raw and bleeding, they looked painful. The vivid scenes from last night flooded my mind again, and my face immediately flushed. I hastily blurted out “Get out!” and buried my face under the covers. A moment later, a dejected voice came from above me. “Young Master, aren’t you going to hit me?” My defenses completely shattered! “You utter freak! If you don’t get out now, I’ll kill that idiot Julian!” He paused, then quickly scurried away. Watching his eager retreating figure, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. You scumbag! Sleeping with me when you have a sweetheart? May that idiot Julian cuckold you for the rest of your life! I pounded the wall in anger, only to suddenly notice someone hanging on it. He smiled without warmth. “Bro, enjoying yourself again, huh?” “Who are you, handsome?” Jax really knows how to make an entrance, doesn’t he? The question is, how did he get a physical body? And he’s so handsome, only slightly less than Ryder.
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