Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13: A Real Male Ghost 1, Utterly Ghostly

Chapter 13: A Real Male Ghost 1, Utterly Ghostly

Night.

A light rain began to fall outside, pattering against the treetops with a rustling sound.

Xu Jiu sat on his bed playing with his phone, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Lost in his typing, his sharp fangs protruded and pressed small indentations into his pink lips, bringing a slight stinging sensation.

Xu Jiu extended his tongue to lick the spot where his fangs had hurt him. His gaze drifted downward, and suddenly his entire body stiffened.

A notification popped up on his phone.

Someone had taken a photo of him and Cao Weidong squatting and whispering to each other, deliberately tagging him after a long time.

【Urgent! What exactly did Cao Weidong say to make Xu Jiu so angry? I’m really curious!】

What did he say?

What else could it be!

The words Xu Jiu had finally managed to forget instantly pierced through his mind the moment he saw Cao Weidong’s lifeless face.

Buzz—

A prolonged ringing echoed in Xu Jiu’s ears.

A scalding heat enveloped his lower abdomen, so intense that he had to look down.

This time, Cao Weidong hadn’t even laid a hand on him. He had merely leaned close to Xu Jiu’s ear during the day and whispered a single sentence.

Yet ten hours later, Xu Jiu was still dragged back to that night by those words, experiencing phantom pain and the same vile, base desire he had felt then.

Disgusting… disgusting… disgusting…

Xu Jiu cursed under his breath, but his hands moved against his will, mimicking how Cao Weidong had forcefully choked his neck that night, whispering depraved words into his ear.

I can choke myself and feel the same pleasure.

The thin skin on the back of Xu Jiu’s hands tightened, making the veins more prominent. His knuckles strained against the flesh-toned surface, almost bursting through.

Squeeze…

Tighter…

Until his arms ached and his fingers cramped…

The muscles in Xu Jiu’s arms bulged, his fingers turning red from excessive pressure and congestion.

Not enough…

Not nearly enough…

As his palms tightened, suffocation set in. His neck hurt from the pressure of his fingers, and when constricted to a certain point, he felt like a diver surfacing from the depths. Driven by the will to survive, he would quickly release his hands and gasp for air.

His head grew dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but beyond that, Xu Jiu felt no other emotion.

Unsatisfied, utterly unsatisfied.

Xu Jiu frowned deeply from the pain of choking himself, yet he experienced no pleasure—only agony.

But the boy had strength to spare, at least managing to bruise his neck purple and blue, so it wasn’t a complete waste of effort.

Xu Jiu collapsed onto the bed, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as he muttered weakly:

Cao Weidong, you pervert.

Suddenly, he glanced down—already soft, like a melting green tongue popsicle.

Baby, it’s very late now. You can play with your phone tomorrow. It’s time to sleep.

A mature, seductively dressed woman walked in, holding a cup of steaming milk. She slowly approached Xu Jiu.

Xu Jiu glanced at her. Every night, he had the woman dress up to resemble his mother and coax him to sleep, or else he would suffer from insomnia.

Originally, Xu Jiu had planned to call his mother every night to say goodnight. However, on the second night of this plan, his mother found him annoying and blocked his number. Thus, he resorted to this alternative.

Baby, time for bed after finishing your milk. The woman approached Xu Jiu with a fake smile plastered on her face.

Xu Jiu’s condition on the bed was poor. His face showed a flushed redness from suffocation, with deep bruise-like marks emerging on both sides of his neck. His eyes lacked focus as he breathed weakly in small pants.

The woman, unaware of his state, placed the milk on his bedside table with routine motions.

Don’t forget to transfer the money, the woman reminded Xu Jiu before turning to leave.

…Don’t go. Xu Jiu’s voice came out fragile and hoarse.

The woman turned back in surprise – the usual Xu Jiu would coldly ignore her existence.

Xu Jiu sat up, tilting his head back to expose his pale neck to the woman’s view, leaning forward.

Choke me, Xu Jiu commanded her.

What? The woman frowned in confusion.

Xu Jiu emphasized again: Choke me. Hard.

The woman complied with Xu Jiu’s instruction while adding, This costs extra.

Fine.

Xu Jiu’s vulnerable neck was encircled by the woman’s soft hands, feeling like cotton or velvet – gentle beyond measure, yet far from sufficient for Xu Jiu.

Enough?

Her palms tightened, but she didn’t dare use too much force, afraid of hurting this precious young master.

The woman wore perfume – a cloyingly sweet scent reminiscent of luxury hotel lobbies. Xu Jiu disliked it, finding it even pungent.

Not enough.

How about this? The woman increased the pressure.

Xu Jiu shook his head: Not enough.

The woman gripped tighter like catching a small bird, hesitantly asking: Still not enough?

Though the woman’s grasp constricted his windpipe, Xu Jiu only felt pain. Her cold acrylic nails dug into his skin while the overwhelming perfume made him dizzy and nauseous.

Far from pleasure, it had reached the point of disgust.

Yet Xu Jiu forced himself to pretend enjoyment, emitting fabricated moans through his nose, wetting his lips with exaggerated tongue movements, and deliberately rolling his eyes upward.

Haaah—

Xu Jiu intentionally vocalized.

Meanwhile, one phrase repeated endlessly in his mind:

Anyone will do… anyone will do… anyone will do…

But no matter how he pretended, it only amplified his inner yearning, that desire swelling like the pain expanding through his body – piercing deep into his windpipe and bloodstream, multiplying and intensifying within him, trapping him in infinite emptiness.

Xu Jiu went completely limp, becoming utterly soft, a stark contrast to his earlier unyielding iron-like state that wouldn’t bend under any pressure.

Forget it, let go.

Xu Jiu gave up, shaking his head in disappointment.

The woman looked at the red marks circling Xu Jiu’s neck, but only worried about one thing: Will you still pay?

Xu Jiu irritably rolled his eyes back and nodded impatiently.

Without another word, Xu Jiu pointed toward the door, silently urging the woman to leave immediately.

After the woman left, the room sank into dead silence.

Xu Jiu slowly closed his eyes, allowing Cao Weidong’s image to surface.

That figure resembled turbulent underground rivers hidden in valley caves, capturing Xu Jiu – this lost traveler – seizing his ankles and forcibly dragging him into the swirling undercurrents.

A sharp pain shot through Xu Jiu’s neck. He imagined it was Cao Weidong’s hand—Cao Weidong gripping him fiercely, unleashing upon him the long-suppressed and nowhere to vent rage, hatred, and malice.

Those hands squeezed downward with brutal force, wrenching painful cracking sounds from his neck, as if desperate to snap the slender, fragile cervical bone.

An intense suffocation surged into Xu Jiu’s consciousness, but this time it felt euphoric. In his mind, it was like a pot of water boiling over, scalding his thoughts into abnormal hyperactivity—bubbling and seething like oil at a furious boil.

Auditory hallucinations again—!

Before the pain in his neck could linger, the sealed firework canister in Xu Jiu’s head exploded with a bang, bursting into brilliant, multicolored sparks across his pitch-black awareness.

Xu Jiu didn’t open his eyes. He remained locked in a tight, imaginary stare with Cao Weidong in the darkness—that lifeless man, even in Xu Jiu’s imagination, remained eerily still.

Cao Weidong’s gaze drifted as lightly as watching a cloud, his face expressionless, even cold.

The hallucination, without permission, adopted an unfamiliar, commanding tone and spoke in Cao Weidong’s voice:

Answer me.