The sassy pink caught Lin Yuan’s eye. He pursed his thin lips and gazed coldly at Shen Leyuan.
“What did you do?”
“N-nothing,” Shen Leyuan struggled to explain. “I just…”
“Little Deer.”
Lin Yuan’s voice was like ice. “You tell me.”
As a child freshly exposed to new knowledge, Lin Shilu answered cheerfully, “Teacher made me take off my clothes, taught me how to kiss, and told me…”
“Enough, no need to say more!”
Lin Yuan’s face darkened completely. Anyone could see he was barely containing his rage, and the two massive dogs seemed to sense their master’s mood, baring their teeth in low growls.
“I can explain!”
Shen Leyuan whipped out his phone at his fastest speed ever, pulling up the watch history and handing it to the big shot. “I was teaching him pervert-defense techniques—how to escape from bad guys. That was just a mistaken demo. I didn’t do anything extra, really—right, Little Deer?”
He looked at Lin Shilu, on the verge of tears.
Please don’t spout nonsense. Teacher’s life is in your hands.
Lin Shilu nodded. “Yeah, Teacher said we can’t kiss just anyone, and that he’d give me a reward if I answer right!”
Shen Leyuan let out a huge sigh of relief.
But he’d relaxed too soon.
Lin Yuan glanced at him faintly and ordered, “Take the young master for a full medical checkup.”
The boy whined pitifully, “My reward…”
Before the man could speak, Shen Leyuan hurriedly coaxed him away. “We’ll talk rewards after tomorrow’s test, okay?”
Little Deer nodded obediently, looking back every few steps as he followed the bodyguard out.
Once the child was gone, Lin Yuan asked coolly, “What kind of lesson requires dropping your pants?”
Shen Leyuan glanced at the huge black dogs and explained shakily, “It’s role-playing, situational interactions—fun while educational…”
Ugh, I should’ve just said I forgot to zip up after using the bathroom.
Too late for regrets. He could only grit his teeth and hand over the phone. “You can check the educational video watch history yourself.”
Lin Yuan’s voice grew even colder. “And what does that prove?”
Indeed, it proved nothing. If the original host was twisted enough, he could’ve played the pervert-defense manual while toying with Lin Shilu—and maybe even gotten some perverse thrill out of it.
Lin Yuan’s stare made Shen Leyuan’s scalp tingle. The hounds’ heavy panting grew louder in his ears, each breath like a death knell.
But since the big shot hadn’t given the order yet, there was still room to maneuver.
He thought for a moment, then asked hesitantly, “What do you think I should do?”
Lin Yuan fell silent.
“How about…” Shen Leyuan probed carefully, “send me to the hospital for a checkup? Any checks are fine.”
He needed medical proof of his innocence—right now!
“Any checks?”
The man’s brow twitched slightly, as if swayed by the idea.
Shen Leyuan pressed the advantage. “Yes! As long as it proves my innocence, I’ll do anything!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes! Any check I…”
“Strip.”
What the—?
Shen Leyuan’s voice cut off abruptly. He felt like he’d heard something outrageous and dumbly echoed, “Huh?”
The man’s gaze was like a knife, as if slicing through Shen Leyuan’s clothes. “Didn’t you say you’d do anything? Take them off.”
Me? Here? Strip???
Flower Market types didn’t strip like this!
Finally recalling his “pervy dad dom” role, Shen Leyuan worried for his twenty years of cherished purity and probed, “Shouldn’t the checkup be done by professionals…”
The man’s patience was clearly thin. He lifted a hand lightly.
The bodyguards clamped down on Shen Leyuan with practiced ease, ripping open his thin shirt.
A sudden chill hit Shen Leyuan’s chest. His upper body was almost fully exposed, and in his bewilderment and terror, he finally felt the reality of transmigrating into a dying man.
“I-I’ll do it myself!”
No more haggling. He bit down hard, yanking off the tattered shirt, then touched his waistband and looked pleadingly at the big shot.
“Could you…” Shame turned his whole body a faint pink as he whispered, “Could the bodyguards turn around?”
Lin Yuan: “No.”
Shen Leyuan’s nose stung. Fine, do whatever! I’m done playing nice. Worst case, I die and transmigrate back!
But he didn’t dare say it.
Dejected, the young man dropped his pants, hesitating at the edge of his pink underwear—like a pitiful little hamster, sneaking aggrieved glances at the big shot, begging for mercy.
Lin Yuan remained unmoved and said coldly, “Continue.”
He eyed that humiliated face: from the damp, flushed eyes to the lean white chest, lingering where the pink had been, then down to the long, straight legs and the toes curling slightly into the carpet.
Everything normal.
Lin Yuan’s gaze felt like an X-ray. Shen Leyuan had the illusion his bones were being scanned, and he couldn’t help covering his sensitive parts, glaring at the big shot.
“See enough?” he snapped, though his anger deflated quickly.
Lin Yuan paused, then ordered flatly, “Turn around.”
Shen Leyuan’s eyes flew wide.
What, you suspect I molested him with my ass too?
Fuming, he spun around. If this guy wants to inspect my butt crack, I’ll defend my chastity to the death!
No sound behind him, just a gaze thick enough to touch.
The young man’s body was beautiful.
No—his posture was beautiful. Even in this humiliating state, his back stayed straight, like a tall poplar tree radiating vibrant life from within.
Remembering the pink underwear, he glanced there subtly.
Shen Leyuan whipped around, glaring daggers.
His peripheral caught the towering bodyguards, snuffing his rage. Weakly, he asked, “Can I quit after the checkup?”
Lin Yuan: “Yes.”
Shen Leyuan’s eyes lit up.
Great, I’ll bolt from this big shot’s sight and steer clear of the protagonist forever!
“Then I…”
Lin Yuan: “The five million breach fee and hundred thousand deposit will be discussed with you by the lawyer later.”
“Sorry, I was joking.”
Shen Leyuan backpedaled instantly. “I’m devoting my life to education—quitting’s impossible… cough So, what’s my monthly salary again?”
Lin Yuan: “A hundred thousand.”
Shen Leyuan: “Yearly?”
Lin Yuan: “Monthly.”
Shen Leyuan: …What? How much???
After a beat of silence, he flung his arms wide heroically. “Bring it on, boss! More checks? Go wild!”
Come on, baby!
Lin Yuan: …
Shen Leyuan shed his earlier squeamishness, bold beyond belief.
He even suggested proactively, “Visual checks aren’t reliable. Better to hit the hospital for a full panel—including STDs and genetic stuff. If you’re worried, tag along… Uh, can I expense the exam fees?”
“Yes,” Lin Yuan said, brow furrowed as if dirtied by the display. “Get dressed.”
Shen Leyuan blinked innocently. “That’s it?”
He lifted a foot, showing off his healthy sole to the big shot. “Need to check the feet? Mouth? Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach, kidneys…”
“Shut up!”
Lin Yuan’s face turned ashen. He wheeled around and ordered the bodyguards, “Take him for the full panel tomorrow.”
Shen Leyuan called after, “Mileage reimbursed?”
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Footsteps faded. Shen Leyuan’s heart finally settled, his money-grubber facade crumbling as he collapsed to the floor, legs too weak to stand.
Good thing the big shot valued evidence. As long as he hadn’t done the dirty, he’d be fine.
…Probably.
Meanwhile, the wheelchair stopped in a basement room.
No lights on. A dozen screens showed every corner of the villa. Top-left even had Shen Leyuan’s current figure, while the massive center screen replayed his past.
“Who are you?!”
“This is a freebie question. Think harder.”
“No kissing the teacher!”
“Teacher’s gonna quiz you later. Good answers get rewards.”
“Tomorrow…” The young man frowned troubledly, checked his phone, his hesitant look turning resolute and bitter. “Come!”
The phone screen zoomed in: a pitifully low balance.
The youth stayed for money.
Same as before—greedy, daring anything for cash.
But different too, with a ridiculous spark of kindness he wanted to lavish on Little Deer.
Little Deer…
Just the name pulled his gaze to the top-right screen. The sleeping angel filled his heart; the youth on the main screen lost all appeal.
Long after, he squeezed his eyes shut tight, a vein throbbing on his forehead, fingertip hovering over the wheelchair controls without pressing.
Press, and he’d go to Little Deer’s room.
Press, and get satisfaction.
Press…
A split second from action, his gaze froze on the top-left feed: the youth, ass-up, merrily dragging blankets and a mat under the bed.
Lin Yuan: …?
Rewind one hour.
Shen Leyuan felt an eerie unease.
He’d searched the room top to bottom, but found no source.
Was it because he was about to sleep?
This was the Flower Market—beds were high-risk, and next door slept a suspected super-attractor bottom…
Ugh, the more I think, the worse.
He double-checked closets, under the bed, bathroom—all hiding spots—locked the door a dozen times, even jammed the key reverse. Still, the creepy feeling clung.
Pondering, his eyes landed on the bed.
Or rather, under it.
Everyone knew: prime spot in cuckold stories for husbands and lovers. But this was a jealousy-harem NP novel—could poison cure poison, turning it into cozy sleep central?
Minutes later, the youth lay peacefully in the dim space under the bed, eyes closed serenely.
Ah, perfect—comfy and relaxed.
…Lin Yuan’s screen lost the youth entirely.
He closed his eyes, pondering silently, then told the bodyguard, “Install new cameras tomorrow. Under the beds too.”
Bodyguard: “All of them?”
A pause, then Lin Yuan: “All.”
…
What you obsess over by day haunts your dreams at night.
Shen Leyuan dimly saw his student giggling at his phone. He scowled and confiscated it. “Weekend, have your parents come get it.”
The boy went instantly quiet as a mouse.
They got along well—usually cheeky jokes—but today he was weirdly meek. Shen Leyuan’s gut said it was the phone. Before it dimmed, he peeked—
Little Deer obsessively sucked the treat before him, drool wetting his lips mid-swallow. Lin Yuan stroked his hair expressionlessly, eyes hiding torment and struggle.
“Good job,” he rasped in praise.
Shen Leyuan: ?!?!
Novel scenes flashed by.
Porn, NP, M/M, father-son, incest, bestiality…
In the office, he chose words carefully. “Teens get curious about stuff, but need discernment. Some things aren’t age-appropriate…”
The boy looked up earnestly. “Then Little Deer can watch when he grows up, right?”
Before he could reply, the boy tilted his face with a smile. “Little Deer’s eighteen now—can do fun stuff with Teacher~”
The pretty face leaned in for a kiss.
Shen Leyuan: !!!
“Teacher? Teacher? Teacher—”
The boy’s soul-calling voice pierced his ears, curious and puzzled. “Why’re you sleeping under the bed?”
Does it help you sleep better?
That dream face closing for a forced kiss jolted him. Shen Leyuan shivered and swatted. “Back off!”
Smack!
Little Deer froze.
It wasn’t hard—more a push than a slap—but Flower Market shous had inherited paper-thin skin; even a light press left a pink bloom. On that pretty face, it rang out crisply.
It took a good while before the boy asked, choking back sobs: “Did Little Deer do something wrong again?”
He didn’t think there was anything wrong with Shen Leyuan. Instead, he reflected on himself first, obedient to the point of heartbreak.
If one absolutely had to nitpick a fault in him, it wasn’t impossible.
For instance, he shouldn’t have disturbed the teacher’s rest, shouldn’t have barged into this room without permission, shouldn’t have scared him in his dream… Little Deer was just a dim-witted little fool—any excuse could spin him around in circles.
But why bother? An apology wouldn’t kill anyone.
Shen Leyuan awkwardly rubbed his nose. “The teacher was wrong. The teacher was still groggy from sleep just now. Will you forgive the teacher?”
Little Deer’s eyes suddenly widened. “The teacher’s fault?”
Shen Leyuan: “Yes, the teacher shouldn’t hit people casually.”
It was as if Little Deer had heard something utterly unbelievable. He grew strangely excited, murmuring low to himself over and over: “The teacher was wrong, it’s the teacher’s fault, the teacher admits his mistake… Teacher… Teacher—”
He drew out the final word, staring fixedly at Shen Leyuan. Then, incredibly, he broke into a sweet smile. “You know, when you do something wrong, you have to accept punishment!”
