QTIAD v1c7

Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead
v1c7 - Big Shot (7/20)
Translated by gudetokki.

Ch7 - What is he doing?

"Do you want a syringe," Qin Feng towered above and raised a point to the black-haired youth lying at his feet, "or walk out of this door?"

"Walk... walk out of this door..."

Chen You’s face was white as a sheet. He yelled, "I’m going to walk out of this door!"

Qin Feng’s eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly. "Very good."

His voice was deep and low, and there was a faint smile of expectation in his tone towards a child who had performed well. "Then we’ll talk again when you get out of this door."

"Good." Chen You’s teeth trembled and the blood on his face was smeared, "I will definitely go out."

Qin Feng threw him back on the ground and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. "I’ll wait and see."

On all fours, Chen You hunched his back. He barely picked himself up before he fell back, knocking his nose painfully.

"Er-ye, I lied that time."

Qin Feng looked down at him.

"In fact, your technique..." Chen You pointed his thumb up and grinned, revealing a row of bloodstained teeth, "very good."

Qin Feng’s eyebrows twitched before he turned around and left.

Chen You was not sent to a drug rehabilitation center and only shut in the room. Qin Feng gave him one chance, either pulled out dead or walked out alive.

His hands and feet were not restricted. Qin Feng also ordered someone to leave the syringe on the table.

It was a clear and cruel temptation.

What was tested was one’s willpower and control that a person could not possibly achieve by oneself.

This was Qin Feng’s evil intent.

Before his sudden death, Chen You was a sophomore dog. The concept of drug abuse was only what’s shown in the movies; could not use when wanted to use, paralyzed on the floor, not equal to a dog, then after it was over, bragging and laughing like an idiot, he will be a good man.
　
Only after experiencing it himself did he realize that what’s in the movie was merely art.

Chen You endured for half an hour. He was drenched all over, with blood and sweat on the hair in front of his forehead, disgusting and stuck together in knots.

He thought in his heart, fortunately only the body needed to detoxify and there was no mental addiction.

"444, can you let me numb my senses?"

"Ding, can’t."

"Can’t?" Chen You blew his top, "Why not? What d*mn use are you!"

He took a deep breath, "Then can you lessen the pain?"

444 was silent.

"F*ck!"

Chen You cursed in despair. Unclear of what time it was, the addiction broke out again causing his eyes to stare at the syringe greedily and crazily.

The next moment he rushed over and stabbed the syringe into his arm.

The moment when the sting came, Chen You struggled painfully, his eyes bulged and his entire face grew contorted.

"No... must not inject it..."

Chen You’s hands were shaking and trembling and his mouth kept muttering the words. He pulled out the syringe and blood spattered.

"It’s okay to inject a bit."

Physical craving was like poison, corroding the consciousness. Chen You clasped the syringe like his lifeblood and was going to stab it into his arm again.

When the needle touched the skin, he suddenly slapped himself hard and the corner of his mouth split open, "Are you f**king stupid? Already said must not inject, why are you still doing it?!"

The syringe was raised in the air by Chen You, the joints of his fingers turned white and his teeth were chattering. As if going to his death, he snapped the syringe.

That muffled sound was the prelude to Chen You’s sorrow to the extent of wishing to die.

He quickly took off his jacket and pants, tied his hands and feet to a dead knot and tightened it with his teeth.

"This will work... you’ll be fine... there won’t be any more problem if you get through this..."

Chen You paralyzed himself and the effect went from mild to completely disappeared. He began to struggle, his limbs rubbed against the clothes and blood started oozing out.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental torture.

"Ahh..."

Chen You cried out. He hit the floor with the back of his head and used his teeth to bite madly at the knot in his hand, his tongue was soon drenched with blood.

"444, I can’t make it..."

He was nauseous, dizzy and his head was spinning. Afterwards he vomited and all the vomit mixed with saliva fell on his chest. The messy smell mingled together, disgusting and foul-smelling.

"I’m dying... I’m really dying..."

Chen You’s body twitched spasmodically and his eyes were staring at the ceiling, like a fish lying on the shore being exposed to the scorching sun and quickly turning into dried fish.

He smiled bitterly, "Bro, you really screwed me over."

。 。 。

Downstairs in the kitchen, Qin Feng was killing fish by the sink. On the ground were several white transparent boxes containing at least hundreds of fish.

He rolled up his cuffs, pressed the lively fish with one hand and held a knife in the other. He clapped the fish head, scraped off the scales, cut open the belly and picked out the internal organs. This set of movements was very smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Qin Feng took the fish to the bottom of the faucet, rinsed off the bloodstains and set it aside.

Outside, the servants were brooding, it’s over, they were bound to eat fish for three meals a day. The last time Sir made such a big move was many years ago.

Not long after that, Sir brought a person back and liked him very much.

This time Sir came back, most likely he was in a good mood and there would be a new addition to the family.

They were blinded by useless worry. The newcomer’s appearance was far inferior to little Qiao. One was the cloud in the sky while the other was a worm in the mud, there was no way to compare.

Furthermore, if he settled down and followed Sir, then wouldn’t little Qiao become an ex? Really pitiful, no one knew the wind could sway a couple of times, could the lovely and frail body hold up?

"F*ck your m*m!"

Curses could be heard from upstairs. "Qin Feng, you old pervert, you don’t take me as a human isn’t it, your father (I) will act as a human for you to see--"

The servants were terribly frightened.

Little Qiao, who was favored by Sir, usually spoke very softly. His every word and action was cultured and he also knew how to read the situation. That newcomer had guts bigger than the sky, his brain was not filled with water but directly soaked in the Yangtze River.

They furtively glanced at the kitchen. The person inside was still calmly killing fish and not affected in any way.

It seemed that those curses had the same effect as Little Qiao’s piano music.

At noon, Qin Feng finally finished killing all the fish. His gaze swept across the hard dead fish with their bellies open, as if looking at a satisfactory work.

The servants in the big residence suffered unspeakably. Their lunch was braised fish, steamed fish, fish soup and fish head tofu; the main ingredients were all fish.

Qin Feng did not eat fish. He had boiled cabbage with a bowl of rice.

It went on like this for several days in a row.

There was no sound from upstairs for quite some time. The room was in a mess. Various kinds of smells filled the air emanating from the pools of unknown liquids on the floor.

Chen You no longer looked human, he cursed the original owner, cursed Qin Feng, cursed schools for being unpleasant; all the bad words were thrown out.

"It hurts... the pain is killing me..."

A lot of bugs* were biting him inside his body, Chen You opened his mouth wide in pain and panted heavily. He wanted to tear his flesh apart, reach in and dig, crush the bones and pull out the bugs from inside to pinch and squeeze them into juice bit by bit.
*hallucination bugs.

"Wuwu..."

Chen You wept bitter tears and blood trickled down his head and trailed on the ground. He didn’t even have the strength to howl and could only gasp.

"Ding, Mr. Chen, there is a product that is just recently developed and has not been used by anyone yet. Its effect is extremely fierce and can cover your drug addiction. Do you accept to be the first user and will give us a 1000-word trial report after using it?"

Chen You did not care what product it was and was in no mood to hear the effect it might have. He gasped intermittently, "I accept..."

It seemed like a minute or it could be 20 to 30 seconds later, Chen You felt an overwhelming onslaught of mad desire flooded his broken body, instantly replacing the throbbing pain in his nerve centers.

Chen You understood what it was.

The summit of all desires is lust.

Just that, your mom, couldn’t he choose the object set for him? Why was it that old man?

In front of the surveillance monitor, two muscle men were eating fish painfully.

Eating every day for every meal made one suffer from heatiness. Besides having mouth ulcers, the time spent squatting in the toilet was also prolonged.
　
The black-faced man glanced at the screen. His eyes widened and he called his comrade, "Hey, Pang*, something is not right. You quickly look."
*his name also means Fatty.

Pang spat out some fish bones. "Zhang, what’s wrong?"

He followed Zhang’s line of sight and saw the scene before him. The chopsticks in his hand were dropped in fright.

"What... what is he doing?"

"Is he fantasizing?" Zhang swallowed his saliva, "Doesn’t seem so, I’d tried before and it wasn’t that great."

"Look at his appearance full of pleasure, like he’s being done by a bunch of people."

The young man on the screen was lying on the ground covered in dirty mixtures of sweat and blood. He was only wearing a pair of underwear.

Hence the scene was very clear, in the kind of situation where nobody was touching him, the young man’s white face turned crimson and he was no longer in pain but instead was letting out a sound that let one’s imagination roam.

Very soon, about a second or two, the young man held up his thin bamboo pole, his legs bent on both sides, neck tilted back, his blood-scabbed lips slightly parted, and his prominent Adam’s apple rolled up and down as if someone’s working in it.

This was not strange, it was a natural phenomenon under such circumstances as morning erection, watching films, having spring(erotic) dreams, and so on.

But...

The other party’s voice was so lifelike. That sounds of gasping and body’s reaction were undoubtedly experiencing the ebb and flow, rising and falling.

The sound was especially realistic.

Zhang and Pang watched until they forgot to blink.

They were both men, they had what they should have and there was nothing different. Their sexual orientation had always been very normal. However seeing this scene, their breathing actually quickened, they felt their mouth was dry and their blood pumping.

And got hard.

"F*ck, what the hell is going on here?"

Pang's face went pale and his muscles were trembling as if seeing a ghost. He pointed a finger at the screen. "Zh... Zha... Zhang, is he possessed?"

Zhang’s mouth was still stuffed with a piece of fish and he forgot to pick the bone which ended up stuck in his throat. He yelled while picking at his throat, "Stop looking... quick... quickly report to Sir..."


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