Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32: Do It Then

Chapter 32: Do It Then

Xu Jiu’s back was pressed against the wall. A sharp chill seeped through the brick gaps, suddenly rushing against his back and startling him into a shiver.

Xu Jiu really shouldn’t have expected any decent words to come from Cao Weidong’s mouth. He was always like this – either responding perfunctorily with mm-hmm and okay, or suddenly saying something that would startle Xu Jiu.

He was doing it on purpose.

Xu Jiu cautiously stole glances at Cao Weidong to observe any changes.

Cao Weidong remained as lifeless as ever, completely unchanged.

Even having sex is okay? – Though the words were blunt and explicit, the gaze falling upon Xu Jiu remained indifferent and calm, no different from Cao Weidong’s usual okay, mm-hmm, or I know.

It made Xu Jiu unable to tell whether Cao Weidong was being serious or just trying to scare him.

Cao Weidong didn’t say another word. He sat not far from Xu Jiu’s chains, quietly watching and patiently waiting for Xu Jiu’s response.

Cao Weidong thought Xu Jiu would definitely fly into a rage, cursing loudly, then tearing and smashing everything within reach until his eyes were bloodshot and swollen with pain, his ears ringing, before finally closing his eyes to rest.

Xu Jiu was that kind of person – easily ignited by a single sentence.

Cao Weidong’s brows furrowed slightly, not out of worry, but because his anticipation had crossed a boundary and couldn’t be hidden on his face.

Xu Jiu had no mood to count how many more wrinkles appeared between Cao Weidong’s brows. Between yes or no, he had to make a choice. Cao Weidong clearly had no intention of letting this go until he responded, obviously wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

If he chose or to brush it off, he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep in a bed for the entire month.

This is a male-oriented novel, I’m the villain and he’s the protagonist. What are the chances that he happens to be gay and I happen to be exactly his type?

Cao Weidong was definitely trying to scare him, wanting to see him embarrassed, angry, and powerless.

Xu Jiu quickly ran through these thoughts in his mind, then deliberately looked up to confirm whether Cao Weidong’s gaze was truly as calm as water. After thoroughly verifying that both logic and reality were foolproof –

Xu Jiu raised his head, looking at Cao Weidong without any shame or cowardice, and casually hummed with a smile:

Do it then.

The moment the words escaped his lips without any concealment, Xu Jiu’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Unlike Cao Weidong who was good at hiding emotions, he would instead amplify his unconcealable emotions several times over, displaying them on his face and writing them in his eyes. He stared at Cao Weidong brightly and unblinkingly, almost spitting the words your turn right in Cao Weidong’s face.

I said I’ll do anything as long as I can sleep in a bed.

Xu Jiu smugly repeated this assurance once more, then without feeling any strangeness or discomfort, naturally smiled: Of course, having sex is fine too.

Cao Weidong’s body stiffened. Because he was an arm’s length away from Xu Jiu, Xu Jiu didn’t notice.

He took a deep breath, spending a long, long time restraining that urgent impulse, forcing himself to exhale slowly.

His body subsequently showed slight tremors, along with his breathing becoming almost imperceptibly faster.

Xu Jiu watched Cao Weidong remain unresponsive for a long while, thinking he had won this round and completely let his guard down.

Curiously, he pinched Cao Weidong’s cheek, then pulled open the down jacket, tugged the shirt upward, and slipped his other hand under the hem to feel the warm torso.

He didn’t find anything particularly sensual.

Xu Jiu’s lips curled upward. Regardless of consequences, his sharp teeth pressed against his lower lip as he began his victory speech: Hah, knew you were just trying to scare me. We’re both men – we feel the same when touched. How could you possibly be interested in me?

His chest felt flat without soft mounds, his waist so thin the ribs protruded, and though he’d never exercised, his leanness alone had carved out Adonis lines.

Below the Adonis lines, further exploration would require undoing the pants – Xu Jiu didn’t continue.

Everything felt perfect until he discovered a warm hand had boldly slipped through the hem he’d opened, unexpectedly starting its own exploration.

Xu Jiu’s eyes widened in shock, eyelids nearly flipping backward, pupils shaking like glass marbles rattling in their sockets.

Why had Cao Weidong suddenly knelt before him?!

Why was he actually touching him?!

And why with such thoroughness, such intensity?!

As if… as if determined to memorize every contour of his body.

N-no… you… you…?!

Xu Jiu gasped sharply, momentarily forgetting to pull his clothes down, permitting the trespassing hand to continue its violation.

Fine.

Cao Weidong responded to Xu Jiu’s words – specifically to that earlier statement about anything goes.

Xu Jiu immediately swung a slap, but his slender wrist was easily captured in Cao Weidong’s palm. A powerful force then slammed Xu Jiu against the wall.

His hands were forced above his head against the wall while Cao Weidong’s other hand began recklessly exploring Xu Jiu’s skin – tracing both describable and indescribable territories.

Like a traveler charting unknown lands, using his hand as a brush to mark symbolic patterns.

Patterns only Cao Weidong could decipher. Xu Jiu didn’t understand the purpose of these intricate movements, only feeling unbearably ticklish.

Later, watching Cao Weidong, he belatedly realized those twisted symbols were from Cao Weidong’s uncontrollable right hand – his injury.

Cao Weidong was pitiable, but Xu Jiu had no intention of pitying him.

Though his hands were restrained and one leg broken, he still had another leg.

Xu Jiu lifted his left leg, aimed at the most vulnerable spot between Cao Weidong’s thighs, gathered strength, and – before Cao Weidong could react – shot forward like an arrow the moment their eyes met.

Then Cao Weidong released all tension and shifted sideways.

Xu Jiu watched as his left leg dragged his injured right foot, sending his whole body hurtling forward. Pain forced him to curl into a C-shape on the ground, weeping and screaming It hurts! It hurts!

As Xu Jiu lay on the floor trying to rise and sit up, that familiar warm hand pressed down again – right on the lower back dimples revealed during his struggling.

His thumb meticulously traced the sunken curve of the waist, his palm perfectly conforming to the arch of the waistline. With one hand, he could nearly encircle half of Xu Jiu’s waist; with both, he almost completely grasped it.

Cao Weidong had never imagined Xu Jiu’s waist would be so slender, so easily controlled.

The man hidden behind Xu Jiu, his face perpetually cold, now wore an expression of obsession. His gaze fixated on Xu Jiu, entranced and scattered, unsure where to land. A sudden loss of composure overtook him, frantic and flustered, as if desperate to consume every inch of Xu Jiu—to see, touch, and devour him all at once.

Then to embrace him, to kiss him.

Cao Weidong’s breath hitched, his head throbbing with pain.

Xu Jiu’s mad-dog impulsiveness seemed to flood into Cao Weidong’s vision from all directions. Crimson slowly spread from the edges of his sclera toward the center, like blood-soaked spider silk unfurling.

Blue and red veins bulged violently along Cao Weidong’s arms, stark and direct, just as they had when he first choked Xu Jiu—impulsive yet restrained.

Xu Jiu was like an underdeveloped pup. There was no need to scruff him like a cat; simply gripping his waist was enough to pin him down completely, rendering him immobile.

Though his arms flailed wildly, they could never twist behind him, let alone strike the person at his back.

The torn ligament in his right foot had reopened, and the pain he had just grown accustomed to returned with doubled force. Like ten-meter waves, it crashed against Xu Jiu’s ankle again and again, as if trying to wrench the tendons from his leg, twisting and tearing until they shredded.

Every part of him ached with an agony that made life unbearable.

Yet, where those hands encircled him, there was no pain—only warmth, softness, and perfect fit.

It was the only refuge Xu Jiu could find on this cold, hard ground.

Xu Jiu struggled for less than two minutes before his fists weakly thudded against the floor, accompanied by a short, frustrated sigh.

Then he began to cry, tears falling like beads, seeping into the concrete and spreading like ink-dark pools.

It hurts, Xu Jiu sobbed.

Cao Weidong replied, You brought this on yourself.

Cao Weidong had done nothing yet—merely circled Xu Jiu’s waist with his hands, something so simple.

But Xu Jiu carried on as if he had already been utterly consumed by Cao Weidong, his eyes flooding with the fear, timidity, and pain of being forced into submission. Tears splattered heavily onto the ground, and he incessantly whimpered about the pain and the cold.

Cao Weidong found himself cornered.

He let out a soft sigh, released his grip on Xu Jiu, and yielded.

The moment Cao Weidong relented, Xu Jiu spun around, ignoring his broken right foot, and lunged at Cao Weidong like a rabid dog. Even with bones shattered, he would still sink his teeth into his target—reckless, irrational, and heedless of life or death.

Xu Jiu pinned Cao Weidong to the ground, hands clamped around his neck, forcing his head to slam against the floor again and again, like hammering a nail.

Fuck—! If you’re into men, you bastard, go find one out there! They’re everywhere! Why the hell are you fixated on me? Damn it!

Xu Jiu gathered a mouthful of saliva and, amidst curses that seemed to tear his eyes from their sockets, spat forcefully onto Cao Weidong’s face. He then deliberately used his hand to smear the spit evenly across the face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—! Damn you!

Xu Jiu’s chest heaved violently, each curse louder and more intense than the last. His face flushed darker than the neck he was choking, turning a deep purplish-red like liver. His eyes were unnaturally bloodshot, his entire body swollen with rage.

It was intensity, humiliation, fury.

Disgusting!

Xu Jiu spat again with emphasis.

Cao Weidong, usually expressionless, twisted his lips into a bizarre smile amid Xu Jiu’s stream of abuse.

He allowed Xu Jiu to vent his pent-up emotions on him, watching with amusement as Xu Jiu’s composure shattered, gathering the intense feelings pouring out of Xu Jiu into his own hollow shell.

Borrowing Xu Jiu’s fervor, he now savored every move Xu Jiu made with emotional fullness.

Yes, this was how Xu Jiu should be.

Xu Jiu should never have casually replied, Let’s do it, with such ease.

Satisfied that Xu Jiu’s reaction had finally been twisted back into the scene he envisioned, with the story firmly under his control, Cao Weidong exhaled a heavy, gratified breath.

Xu Jiu sat astride Cao Weidong’s waist, hands still clamped around his neck.

You wanna fuck me? Xu Jiu asked bluntly.

Yeah, Cao Weidong replied just as directly.

Xu Jiu jabbed a finger hard against Cao Weidong’s forehead, a scornful laugh ringing right above his head:

Hah, I’d rather be fucked by a dog than let you do it.

Believing he held the upper hand, Xu Jiu’s words grew increasingly unrestrained.

What followed was a torrent of vulgarities he’d bottled up for too long, all meaningless.

He cursed Cao Weidong, Cao Weidong’s parents, Cao Weidong’s dog, Cao Weidong’s family tree, everything about him—repeating and varying the insults, so filthy that hearing them required an immediate ear cleansing.

True to his nature of forgetting past punishments, the moment Cao Weidong gave him an inch of leniency, Xu Jiu took a mile, his arrogance churning that tolerance into chaos.

Naturally, such behavior would bring consequences, especially since Cao Weidong despised his foul language.

So a sharp, brutal slap landed hard against Xu Jiu’s face.

One moment, Xu Jiu was cursing nonstop; the next, the blow cleared his gaze. He stared blankly at Cao Weidong, eyes dazed and helpless, welling with tears like a chastened child—though those tears were from pain, not remorse.

Xu Jiu, intimidated, fell silent, biting his blood-tinted lip to swallow any sound. After a long pause, he forced out a complaint, trying to justify the unjustifiable: You started it.

Clearly, Cao Weidong wasn’t content with just a slap this time. His face darkened as he stepped forward, seized Xu Jiu by the throat, and hauled him up, ignoring any resistance. He bundled Xu Jiu’s hands against his chest, forcibly pulling the upper body into a tight embrace.

The suffocation came swiftly. Cao Weidong nearly crushed Xu Jiu’s windpipe. In under half a minute, the struggling, lively fish in his arms grew limp, slumped over Cao Weidong’s shoulder, straining out hoarse, dry rasps from his throat.

Then, Xu Jiu waited until Cao Weidong said the longest sentence to him in one breath:

Every time I treat you like this, you get hard. Are you seeking death or begging for love?

Cao Weidong’s voice was calm and gentle, even though one hand was gripping Xu Jiu’s neck, choking him until his eyes rolled back. Yet it didn’t stop him from uttering such vulgar words with an expressionless face, as if saying The night is so beautiful.

As if worried Xu Jiu hadn’t heard clearly, he leaned closer, pressing against his ear, emphasizing the command with a heavier tone: Answer me.

Cao Weidong loosened his grip, allowing a gap in Xu Jiu’s windpipe so he could catch his breath.

Having heard enough teasing remarks, Xu Jiu gradually built immunity.

So what if he got hard? He’d already been groped all over—why fear being verbally teased?

Xu Jiu weakly buried his head in the crook of Cao Weidong’s neck, but the pain in his foot made his whole body tremble. When he finally got his first gasp of air, he chose to vent his frustration: Just choke me to death.

I’ll help you, Cao Weidong said.

Xu Jiu perked up, eagerly asking: Choke me to death?

…………

Cao Weidong’s face darkened. Xu Jiu could see visible gloom and suppression on that usually expressionless deadpan face.

In the end, Cao Weidong didn’t help Xu Jiu—neither relieving his desire nor helping him die.

Cao Weidong placed Xu Jiu on the floor, then turned and walked into the bathroom with a towel, closing the door and leaving Xu Jiu locked on the ground.

What kind of logic is it that I can’t get on the bed if I don’t sleep with you? You’re so unreasonable!

Xu Jiu frowned, carefully covering his tightly bandaged right foot with both hands, trying to soothe the knife-like pain beneath the gauze.

Cao Weidong was gone. With no one to distract him, the severe pain in his ankle quickly overwhelmed Xu Jiu’s nerves again.

Lying on the floor, Xu Jiu felt as if he were lying on knife blades. Every part of his body touching the ground seemed to be pierced by sharp edges.

The longer he lay there, the deeper he sank, and the pain grew increasingly intense until his whole body felt torn apart, as if ripped by an unseen force.

He was no longer hard. The pain had become so overwhelming that all he wanted was death—how could there be any pleasure?

Xu Jiu called Cao Weidong’s name several times, but this time, Cao Weidong took noticeably longer washing up than usual.

And whereas Cao Weidong had always responded before when Xu Jiu called his name, this time there was nothing.

Xu Jiu thought Cao Weidong must be doing it on purpose—ignoring him, leaving him here to suffer.

The sound of water from the bathroom was loud. There were no typical sounds of washing hair or showering—just the water, with no other noises, not even the sound of shoes scraping against the floor.

It was too abnormal, as if the water sound existed only to hide something.

Xu Jiu waited for a long, long time until his mind began to wander. Just when he thought the pain would kill him, Cao Weidong finally appeared before him, carrying the strong, cheap scent of shower gel, breaking into Xu Jiu’s hazy vision.

It hurts so much…

Take this.

Cao Weidong brought two painkillers and a glass of water, placing them near Xu Jiu’s mouth.

Xu Jiu pressed his lips together, refusing.

This kind of pain won’t kill you, Cao Weidong said.

Xu Jiu made a sound of acknowledgment, licked the pills into his mouth, and leaned down to drink from the glass.

The pain soon faded under the numbing effect of the painkillers. Though his head remained numb and dull from the excessive pain, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Slumped against the wall, Xu Jiu forced out a weak threat from his throat:

You’d better sleep with one eye open, or I’ll kill you.

Mm.

Mm your head.

Mm.

After rolling his eyes, Xu Jiu drifted into an uncontrollable, drowsy sleep aided by the painkillers.

Only after confirming he was asleep did Cao Weidong carry him to bed, holding him without doing anything else.

The next morning, Cao Weidong prepared a day’s worth of medication and meticulously noted down the dosage schedule before leaving.

But when he returned that evening, a mop of dull pink hair came stumbling toward him in agony. Xu Jiu threw himself into Cao Weidong’s arms and began wailing without preamble: Just fuck me! I’m in so much pain—fuck me to death already!

Cao Weidong sorted through the chaotic words and deduced that Xu Jiu had taken a full day’s dose at once. After suffering through a day of agony and realizing it wouldn’t actually kill him, he’d reached his breaking point—deciding that being taken was preferable to enduring more pain.

Fine! I’ll consider it like being bitten by a dog!

Xu Jiu sniffled hard. In preparation for Cao Weidong’s return, he’d even discarded his coat on the floor, wearing only a thin shirt. The buttons were fastened crookedly, clearly indicating he’d rehearsed this moment repeatedly before Cao Weidong’s arrival.

While Cao Weidong closed the door behind him, Xu Jiu had already begun fumbling with his buttons, yanking the collar open to expose a pale chest and a hint of pink barely concealed beneath the strained fabric.

Cao Weidong refastened the buttons properly, then picked up the coat from the floor, dusted it off, and draped it over Xu Jiu. He zipped it all the way up, nearly covering Xu Jiu’s chin.

W-what… mean? Xu Jiu stammered nervously, the last word swallowed by a wave of pain.

His face was drained of color, streaked with tears and cold sweat that gathered at his chin and caught in the hollow of his pursed lips.

Cao Weidong cupped Xu Jiu’s chin and unexpectedly pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth—tasting salt and tears.

It wasn’t a kiss on the cheek, nor on the lips—just the edge where they met. Not distant, yet not intimate; a simple kiss that only took what lingered at the corner of his mouth.

It felt neither like a friend’s nor a lover’s kiss—strangely, it carried the warmth of family.

After the kiss, Cao Weidong went to prepare Xu Jiu’s medicine, leaving him standing alone.

For Cao Weidong, the fact that Xu Jiu hadn’t retaliated with fists was the best outcome he could have hoped for.

Xu Jiu stood frozen, his fingers brushing the spot where he’d been kissed.

There was no dramatic or violent reaction—it felt like being touched by a breeze, leaving no discomfort in its wake.

By the time Xu Jiu finished processing the kiss, medicine was already held to his lips.

He opened his mouth, swallowed the pills, and drank the water that followed—all in one smooth motion.

So… one kiss could earn him kindness?

Xu Jiu slowly pondered the meaning of that kiss, and after a long while, finally understood—even the wrinkles on his forehead smoothed away.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. A kiss didn’t hurt or cost him anything.

Might as well kiss then.

Xu Jiu took the initiative to grab Cao Weidong’s hand.

Cao Weidong instinctively tensed up at Xu Jiu’s movement, fearing he might suddenly throw another punch from nowhere.

But there was none.

Xu Jiu was shorter than Cao Weidong. When he wanted to kiss Cao Weidong, he had to drag his right foot forward one more step, then rise on his toes and tilt his head up.

His lips landed softly right in the center of Cao Weidong’s mouth.

While Cao Weidong had kissed the corner of his lips, Xu Jiu returned it squarely on the lips—their mouths meeting perfectly aligned.

Xu Jiu carried the scent of Medicinal Qi on him. When he leaned in to kiss, the potent medicinal aroma rushed headlong into Cao Weidong’s body.

Unaware of his transgression, Xu Jiu imprinted his mark upon Cao Weidong’s lips, nose, and eyes.

When the kiss was returned so bluntly, Cao Weidong found himself flustered and defeated in disarray.

He instinctively shoved Xu Jiu away, stepping back twice, and took a sharp breath.

The moment Cao Weidong swiftly realized what Xu Jiu had done—and what he himself had done—he held that inhaled breath, refusing to exhale for a long, long time.

That breath was saturated with Xu Jiu’s essence, forcibly trapped within Cao Weidong’s nasal passages and throat, smearing recklessly, coating every inch of flesh with Xu Jiu’s scent.

Cao Weidong had completely lost control. Only then did he discover that his parched emotional swamp wasn’t entirely barren and sunless. The moment Xu Jiu took the initiative to kiss him, the world transformed in an instant.

An earthquake erupted, violently shaking his chest.

For the first time, his eyes widened uncontrollably, the disbelief in them impossible to conceal. Those perpetually emotionless, pitch-black eyes were now utterly dominated by shock.

You should understand.

Cao Weidong was confused.

What? Xu Jiu asked, puzzled.

Want to hear it?

Go ahead. I have something to say too, but you first. Xu Jiu wanted to use this kiss as leverage to get Cao Weidong to discard the pile of pillows, blankets, and torn fabric in the corner—he couldn’t keep being locked there every time Cao Weidong got angry.

I want to fuck you to death, Cao Weidong said.

And so, Cao Weidong stated it simply and crudely. Not whispered in the ear, but face to face, eyes locked, his voice falling like a hammer—sharp and decisive.

He had wanted to from the first moment he saw Xu Jiu. Now, he wanted it even more.