Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12: It Really Feels Good

Chapter 12: It Really Feels Good

Xu Jiu’s pupils dilated to an unprecedented size.

His eyeballs resembled fragile glass crystals, while their sockets became turbulent sea surfaces. The delicate orbs were engulfed by seawater, waves crashing against waves, swirling violently in all directions.

An atmosphere of terror struggled fiercely upward from the depths of this oceanic plane, gathering momentum before violently surfacing in his eyes, rendering them utterly unsettled.

Did I make you feel really good when I choked you?

Did I make you feel really good when I choked you?

Did I make you feel really good when I choked you?

It felt like an electric drill had been driven into Xu Jiu’s skull. Cao Weidong’s gaze was the hand on the drill’s trigger—every glance sent roaring vibrations through the mental machinery.

Buried within that roar were countless repetitions of [Did I make you feel really good when I choked you?]

Xu Jiu’s eyes went vacant. His consciousness was effortlessly dragged back to that filthy, dark alley late at night by Cao Weidong’s single sentence.

Those pale hands clamping his throat, the whispered [No one will know] by his ear, and finally the crimson ring left around his neck—seared on like a branding iron.

Xu Jiu had thought Cao Weidong hadn’t noticed. But not only had he noticed, he’d remembered until now to mock him with it. Like a buried fuse with the detonator clenched in Cao Weidong’s hand, waiting for the perfect moment to ignite.

Just as Cao Weidong intended, Xu Jiu instantly exploded in fury. He grabbed Cao Weidong’s hair and slammed him to the ground, pounding on his body with both fists fueled by full force.

You fucking—!

The stray hairs brushed near his face shook loose from his violent motions, drifting across his forehead like willow catkins, making his eyes blink repeatedly.

You can’t—! Xu Jiu’s throat seemed to choke itself, the remaining words forcibly swallowed down like blades.

With so many people around, he couldn’t speak openly. That usually chattering mouth seemed stitched shut, struggling against restraints it dared not break.

Cao Weidong lay on the ground, face pressed to the floor, dark hair spilling down to further conceal his cold, hidden gaze.

He began to more brazenly relish Xu Jiu’s frantic rage—exactly the reaction he’d imagined.

To him, Xu Jiu’s emotions were like specimens he’d once held in his hands. A single glance or phrase could easily manipulate them. So simple to control.

In fact, Xu Jiu was more entertaining than those cold, stiff specimen corpses. After all, when those little cats, dogs, or birds died, they couldn’t give Cao Weidong the feedback of pain, nor the vivid reactions of ecstatic agony afterward.

With trembling hands, Xu Jiu brushed the hair away, but the stray strands quickly drifted down again. Gritting his teeth, he emphasized, You can’t!

Cao Weidong remained motionless on the ground. Seeing the situation deteriorating, Pan Yu quickly stepped forward to pull Xu Jiu back.

Enough, enough, we’re all classmates.

Pan Yu’s intervention only fueled Xu Jiu further.

Enough? Why should it be enough?! Xu Jiu struggled in Pan Yu’s arms, trying to leap up and throw more punches.

Pan Yu hastily pressed down his flailing fists, asking in confusion, What did he say to make you so angry?

Xu Jiu said nothing, just kept cursing under his breath.

Pan Yu could only kick the figure on the ground, urging with disgust, Cao Weidong, what inappropriate thing did you say?

Ugh— Cao Weidong’s chest shuddered as he let out a muffled cough.

Hearing the sound, Xu Jiu instantly fell silent, collapsing completely in Pan Yu’s arms like a doll stripped of its stuffing. He stared at Cao Weidong from a distance, feigning calmness while barely concealing the panic in his eyes.

Cao Weidong swayed as he pushed himself up from the ground, shifting from lying prone to sitting upright. He casually wiped his face with his palm, his gaze lingering on the startling patch of red staining his hand.

Want to hear?

Cao Weidong retorted carelessly, his eyes deliberately locking with Xu Jiu’s as if to provoke him. He easily reignited the rage Xu Jiu had struggled to suppress, causing it to explode with even greater intensity.

Before Pan Yu could speak, Xu Jiu sprang forward like a released spring. Several people quickly grabbed him around the waist to restrain him.

Trapped within the crowd, Xu Jiu could only extend a hand instead of slapping Cao Weidong, glaring daggers at him as he gritted his molars and warned, If you dare say it, I’ll kill you!

Cao Weidong shifted his gaze from his hand to the strikingly conspicuous pink hair bouncing energetically in the crowd. Xu Jiu’s vivid facial expressions shifted like colors on a painter’s palette, radiating intense vitality.

To Cao Weidong, Xu Jiu resembled a little sparrow perched on a telephone wire—constantly chirping and hopping about, appearing lofty and untouchable, yet easily crushed to pulp with one hand if caught.

Cao Weidong remained silent for a long while. Since Xu Jiu forbade him from speaking, no one else dared to press further.

The crowd of onlookers had completely swarmed around them. Belatedly realizing that he had become a spectacle just like Cao Weidong, Xu Jiu’s face instantly darkened.

Let go! I won’t hit him, Xu Jiu snapped. Those restraining him naturally released their hold.

Xu Jiu walked up to Cao Weidong, bent down, and brushed aside the hair covering Cao Weidong’s face, staring into those unfathomably dark eyes.

Cao Weidong looked back at him, his pitch-black pupils reflecting Xu Jiu’s arrogant demeanor.

Masking the unease of having his wretchedness exposed by Cao Weidong, Xu Jiu curled his lips into a defiant smile.

Pathetic! Worthless!

Xu Jiu’s smile froze in Cao Weidong’s eyes. He waited, anticipating whether Cao Weidong would expose him—so he could preemptively cover that damned mouth.

Death was a clean end, but social death made one wish for a clean end. He could die, but he truly couldn’t face social annihilation.

Cao Weidong saw through his apprehension. Though initially inclined to keep playing dead, witnessing Xu Jiu’s reaction stirred a surge of malice within him.

Deliberately, Cao Weidong parted his lips, hovering on the verge of speech while emitting meaningless throaty sounds, as if squeezing toothpaste.

Those initially empty noises now struck like a heavy blow, violently agitating Xu Jiu’s emotions. They dragged out the fear he had painstakingly buried, placing it on the scales between them, teetering anxiously back and forth.

The smile vanished from Xu Jiu’s face, replaced by tense vigilance.

In the next instant, a sudden puff of air blew straight into his eyes.

Xu Jiu froze, but his body reacted with the agility of a startled sparrow on a branch, swiftly leaping back in evasion.

When he looked at Cao Weidong again, Cao Weidong’s mouth was shut. His eyes, filled with malice, brazenly observed Xu Jiu’s every move across the short distance between them.

Xu Jiu belatedly realized he had been played, his fists instantly hardening. But seeing the crowd gathering closer, faced with Cao Weidong’s provocation, Xu Jiu only dared to issue a wary, hushed warning this time:

Don’t say it.

Only when Cao Weidong nodded first did Xu Jiu exhale in relief and stand up, leading his pack of good-for-nothing friends away.

As he left, he lit a cigarette held between two fingers, his trembling hand pressed against his leg blatantly revealing his current anxiety and panic.

Cao Weidong stared at Xu Jiu’s retreating figure and suddenly let out an inexplicable soft chuckle.

He slowly rose from the ground, pressed his hand to his nose and touched it, smearing the coagulated blood onto his fingers.

The slapped cheek burned fiercely, the fragrance on his face bold and intense. Even though Xu Jiu had long disappeared from sight, the lingering scent stubbornly clung to Cao Weidong’s face.

Cao Weidong pressed his palm against his cheek, twisted his wrist inward, and wiped the fragrance from his cheek onto his lips.

Licking his parched lips, he tasted the scent of blood, yet it was permeated with citrus notes.

His blood carried Xu Jiu’s scent—it tasted delicious.