TRT – Chapter 10 Violation

And so, a certain wolf wasted no time climbing over the wall and sneaking in…

The courtyard was full of oleanders, their varying shades of green concealing the pavilion deep inside. Every door and window was sealed shut. That wolf prowled around but couldn’t find an entry. Suddenly, from the second floor, came a scream so sharp it could almost be called bloodcurdling! The wolf’s eyes immediately lit up, and with a few quick scrambles, she climbed up to the second floor. Acting with professional spirit, she even licked her finger wet, wanting to poke a hole in the paper window. Too bad—poke left, poke right—until her fingertip was red, but still no hole!

Damn it! Those movies where they poke one hole with a single jab—total lies! I muttered under my breath. Don’t tell me this brothel uses bulletproof paper windows?!

While I was outside scratching my ears in anxiety, the groaning inside seemed to pause, and then a low, strained voice came out:

“Rather than be defiled by a beast like you… I’d rather die here!”

The words were bitten out between clenched teeth, full of grief and indignation—even I was taken aback. Crap! The little uke wants to kill himself! Come on, seme, think of something fast!

“Die? Fine, then go die. This lord doesn’t mind violating a corpse…” another voice answered, cold and dripping with heavy panting.

That… that voice… My body froze as if struck by lightning.

No mistake—this moist, slippery, skin-crawling male voice… like some cold-blooded animal slithering over your skin. Once you’ve heard it, you’ll never forget! No mistake—the seme turned out to be that ugly local thug!!!

Aaooooooo—!!! My sense of aesthetics will not allow this—!!!!

With the weight of a mountain—

The two doors collapsed with a bang!!

In the dust and splinters, there was me, feral and unhinged…

I bared my teeth, snatched a wooden plank from the ground, my throat growling like a beast before attack—

“An ugly man… playing BL in front of me?? That’s a crime straight from hell!!”

“You—have sullied—a great word!!” My face twisted in fury as I raised the plank high.

“Go—die—!!!” I brought it down with everything I had!

………

And so, before the thug even realized who I was, he collapsed on the floor, head bleeding and knocked out cold…

I tossed away the bloodstained plank and turned expressionless. But when I saw the disheveled youth reclining weakly on the bed, my eyes lit up!

Oh! A beautiful boy!

Only fifteen or sixteen, with silky black hair, a clean aura, a thin, delicate build, narrow waist… His features carried that special androgynous beauty unique to this age. But what drew me most were his eyes—like ripe purple grapes, shining beneath thick lashes, brilliant and captivating…

Perhaps my gaze was too hot and focused, because the youth furrowed his brows and snapped softly:

“Get out!”

Eh? Get out?

I blinked. Seriously? I just saved your life—well, okay, not so nobly (more like abnormally, right?)—but still, kid, your attitude stinks. At least say thank you…

“Fine, I can leave. But um… shouldn’t you take care of that first?” My eyes flicked to the red and white between his legs. “Tsk tsk, that thug was ruthless. Looks like you’re torn up pretty badly, huh?” (I said it like someone with experience.)

At that, the boy’s face went pale! His hands clutched the brocade quilt so tightly his knuckles whitened.

“Get… out! Get out of here!”

“I’m not leaving.” I sighed, clapping my hands as I stood. “Because… your face says: the moment I leave, you’ll take your own life.”

His eyes widened in shock, panic written across his delicate features. His lips parted, but then his head drooped weakly, voice still unbroken, echoing in that foul, lust-tainted room—weak, helpless, despairing…

“…As a man… as a descendant of the Xiao family… I not only fail to avenge our wrongs, I can’t even protect myself… to be defiled by another man… a beast… this shame… this disgrace! How can I still live in this world? How can I…” His nails dug into the bedframe, his whole body shaking, joints turning white.

“How can you face the world? How can you face your ancestors? How can you face the 180 unjustly slain members of the Xiao clan? That’s what you’re trying to say, right?” I picked up his words.

!!!

He stared at me, eyes wide with shock, soft lips parted…

“Ugh,” I sighed, bored. “Come on, could your lines be any more cliché?”

I walked over, crouched beside him, stared at his tear-streaked face… then slowly raised my hand—and slapped him.

He didn’t dodge.

“You think dying will make things right? Will it satisfy that beast on the floor? Will it repay me for saving your life? Will it honor your ancestors, or bring justice to those 180 Xiao souls? So you were violated—so what? How many girls in this brothel haven’t been violated? How many are still living strong? Is it worse for a man to be taken, or a woman? Even weak women endure—yet you, a grown man, want to give up? Aren’t you ashamed?!”

I paused to catch my breath, then looked at his reddened cheek. I regretted it a little. Sure, slapping someone suicidal back to their senses is cool, but hitting a beauty? It’s a crime, like smashing an art museum vase! I hesitated with my raised hand, then only let it fall gently. Taking a deep breath, I decided to end my anti-suicide speech with a famous quote:

“So listen—only the immature die bravely. The mature live humbly for the sake of a greater cause.”

At that, the boy’s eyes lit up, fixing on me intently.

Uh-oh… Did I get too intense? He’s just been assaulted, emotions unstable… Don’t tell me he’ll suddenly lash out and kill me? He… he probably can’t beat me, right? But desperate people can unleash scary strength…

I was sweating under his stare when suddenly, he loosened his grip on the sheets, stretched out his long arms, and pulled me into a tight embrace. His head nestled into my neck as silent tears fell…

His fine strands, his long lashes, his cool tears brushed against my sensitive neck, making me squirm, but he only held me tighter.

“Don’t move! …Just this once… This is the last time I’ll cry… Just now… please, let me be willful once…”

Dusk settled, golden light flooding through the window to cover us both.

Fragility and strength merged into something heartbreakingly beautiful.

Patting the beautiful boy in my arms, I thought smugly: Ha! Beauty throwing himself into my embrace—this really is the golden law of transmigration! Every time I get lost, something good happens. From now on, this kid will definitely fall for me, right? Oh hohoho…

“Hey…” the boy murmured into my chest, his voice thick with the sound of tears.

“Mm?” I softened my tone as much as possible.

“You’re… kind of like my mother…”

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I—WTF—!