The Golden Thigh and the Suffocating Kiss

Due to this instruction with an off-the-charts shame factor, the classroom became rowdy once again. Everyone was discussing and speculating whether the new student, who had become the Luck King, would actually complete the command as required.

“Student Luck King, you can consider asking me to help you finish this task. I’m very happy to lend a hand.”

It was unclear who started the joking with a cheeky grin, but soon more and more people joined in, their gazes becoming increasingly explicit as they looked at Ye Shengge.

Ye Shengge could clearly feel those greasy stares, just like when he first arrived in class this morning—eyes that seemed to want to pierce through his clothes and lick every inch of his body. He endured the discomfort, scanning the faces of those making jokes.

Their tones were light and casual, the way people usually sound when joking, but the burning, raw desire in their eyes revealed a terrifying fact.

Those words weren’t jokes at all! Nor were they just casual flattery because the new student was good-looking. To use a metaphor, they were like starving hounds, staring with dripping saliva at a piece of fresh meat dangling in front of them. It might sound like an exaggeration, but it was incredibly fitting.

Ye Shengge’s heart sank further. He could no longer deceive himself and pretend he saw nothing. With a trembling voice, he asked the system in his mind: [The NPC classmates in this dungeon… are they like the boss’s lackeys?]

The system was silent for a few seconds. It didn’t deny it, but answered in its cold mechanical voice: [This question falls within the forbidden range of system answers. Please explore on your own, Player.]

Though it hadn’t made an explicit statement, this attitude was clearly a loophole-exploiting “leak,” cryptically confirming that Ye Shengge’s guess was correct.

These NPC classmates were not good people.

A chill ran down Ye Shengge’s spine. This meant he not only had to engage in a battle of wits and courage with the hidden Boss among these NPCs but also had to guard against these NPC “pawns.”

No wonder so many players failed this dungeon. Let alone a “waste snack” like him who had nothing going for him except his face. He’d probably end up not even knowing how he died, let alone clearing the game successfully.

At this thought, Ye Shengge felt his vision go dark; the road ahead seemed pitch black. Clutching onto his last shred of hope, he asked the system one final question: [Then Mu Jinran and Jiang Yan… they shouldn’t be the Boss’s NPC lackeys, right?]

This time, the system answered without hesitation: [Of course not.]

Hearing this, Ye Shengge finally felt a bit of comfort.

As expected, a good person like Mu Jinran, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, couldn’t be a lackey for the Boss. As for Jiang Yan, with that “dog temper” of his, it was impossible for the Boss to take him as a subordinate. After all, the Boss wasn’t a fool—why would he go out of his way to find trouble for himself?

However, both of them stood out significantly from the other NPC students in terms of appearance and grades, giving off a feeling of being “cranes among chickens.” Even an idiot could guess they weren’t simple NPCs.

So, there was only one truth—

“This must be the ‘Golden Finger’ arranged for the player,” Ye Shengge whispered, his eyes lighting up.

Even though he hadn’t played many puzzle-horror games, anyone knew that to keep players and ensure sustainable game development, the developers wouldn’t let players be absolutely crushed by the Boss and NPCs.

In this situation, these two—who were far more outstanding than the other NPCs and weren’t on the Boss’s side—what else could they be but Golden Fingers? Surely the developers didn’t just grab a few NPCs to improve the artwork for no reason?

So, it must be as he thought!

The more Ye Shengge thought about it, the more it made sense.

As for the parts that didn’t quite fit—like why other players hadn’t hooked up with these two Golden Fingers—Ye Shengge automatically filled in the blanks.

Mu Jinran looked terrifyingly cold; most people probably wouldn’t dare approach him. As for Jiang Yan, he clearly had an explosive temper; it was understandable if players didn’t seek him out. Even he, knowing Jiang Yan was a Golden Finger, didn’t really want to deal with the guy. In such cases, even if the Golden Fingers wanted to help, they wouldn’t be trusted by the players, who might think they had ulterior motives.

At the thought of this possibility, Ye Shengge’s rejection and dislike of Jiang Yan lessened a lot. That kind of situation sounded very frustrating for the Golden Finger.

The system, which thought Ye Shengge might actually uncover the truth: […]

[Hahaha, the silly wife looks so cute when he analyzes things so seriously. But this analysis… why does it feel like something is slightly off?] [Sister upstairs, your feeling is correct. This is a heartless horror live-stream game; the selling points are blood and cruelty. Why would the developers be so kind as to gift players Golden Fingers? Things are definitely not as simple as they look.] [For some reason, seeing the silly wife so full of confidence makes me feel like something is definitely going to happen.]

The viewers’ worries weren’t baseless. But Ye Shengge hadn’t experienced what they spoke of; he preferred to believe what he saw with his own eyes. Moreover, even the system said Mu Jinran and Jiang Yan weren’t the Boss’s lackeys.

Believing he was protected by Golden Fingers, Ye Shengge suddenly felt emboldened.

However, he soon remembered the forgotten, highly shameful instruction, and he instantly became wilted again. Such an instruction was truly difficult for someone like him who had never had intimate contact with anyone. But if he didn’t complete it, he would be giving the Boss an excuse to target him.

For a moment, Ye Shengge was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“All of you, shut the f*ck up!” a familiar angry roar sounded. “Whether he wants to finish the instruction or not has nothing to do with you. Why don’t you look in a mirror and see what you look like?”

It was Jiang Yan.

As soon as the roar came out, no one dared to continue speaking and touch his bad side.

Jiang Yan wasn’t satisfied after shouting. Looking in Ye Shengge’s direction, he deliberately raised his voice and said sarcastically: “As for those who were fooled by someone playing ghost, they are just pure idiots.”

Ye Shengge: “…” He thought he might have guessed wrong. Jiang Yan might not be a Golden Finger, but rather a pig teammate with a serious brain problem.

Jiang Yan had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the expression on Ye Shengge’s face. Knowing the boy didn’t believe what he just said, he felt even angrier.

Who was he doing this for? He was just afraid this little fool would actually believe that instruction and go pouting his lips to kiss someone.

When that happened, the little fool would be kissed by some pervert with ulterior motives, and would probably even gasp softly while foolishly thanking them in a soft, delicate voice, grateful that they were willing to “suffer” to help him with this shameful task.

And that pervert would definitely be that “gentlemanly” looking Mu Jinran who had a good relationship with the little fool.

At the thought of this, Jiang Yan felt even more fired up. But no matter how angry he was, he couldn’t change the little fool’s mind. The boy clearly believed in this prank game.

And indeed, he did.

Ye Shengge was currently thinking guiltily about how to tactfully bring it up so that Mu Jinran would agree to help him finish the shameful instruction. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a good excuse.

Just as he was almost in despair, Mu Jinran’s voice suddenly rang out: “You want to complete that instruction?”

Ye Shengge looked at him blankly: “How did you know?”

“I can tell,” Mu Jinran said succinctly.

“Oh.” Ye Shengge nodded, thinking it was normal for someone with a high IQ to see through him. There was no need to dwell on it.

What he didn’t know was that the moment he lowered his head to organize his words, Mu Jinran’s expression slowly changed, becoming more aggressive.

Looking at the defenseless youth who lowered his head, revealing a small section of his fair neck and looking even more fragile and harmless, Mu Jinran couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. He was simply too simple; whatever he thought was written on his face. He couldn’t hide any small thoughts. He could see through him with a single glance, so how could he not know?

“It’s just a game.” Mu Jinran looked down at the youth and said casually: “If you don’t want to complete it, no one can force you.” Most importantly, he didn’t want to see a conflicted or worried expression on the boy’s face.

Ye Shengge knew those words were for his benefit, but…

This was a real Death Red Envelope game. Even if Mu Jinran was like a Golden Finger, he probably couldn’t go head-to-head with the Boss, right?

But Ye Shengge didn’t know how to explain this truth to Mu Jinran, so he could only say righteously: “A bet is a bet.”

If he had to choose between enduring shame and staying alive. He thought seriously. He would definitely, cowardly choose to stay alive.

Mu Jinran’s dark, deep eyes stared at the youth for a long time, eventually confirming that he wasn’t joking.

“Who do you want to help you?” He heard his own cold, sharp voice.

However, the youth clearly didn’t hear the change in his tone. He thought seriously about the question and then said hesitantly: “First, I definitely can’t find a girl.” He didn’t want to be a scumbag who took advantage of girls.

Mu Jinran’s face relaxed slightly.

“Second, I can’t find someone I’m not familiar with,” Ye Shengge added seriously. “Otherwise, it would be so awkward when we meet later.”

Seeing Mu Jinran’s expression soften even more, Ye Shengge made a big “YES” in his heart. Almost there! Looking at the Golden Finger’s reaction, he seemed to agree with his reasoning.

Mu Jinran didn’t know he was being “plotted” against.

As the scope of candidates narrowed with the youth’s words, an unbelievable guess suddenly surfaced in his mind, but he forced himself to stay calm and echoed faintly: “That makes sense.”

“You think so too, right?” After getting agreement, Ye Shengge’s eyes were like they contained stars, shimmering with brilliant light.

To anyone seeing this, his eyes were incredibly attractive.

While Mu Jinran was lost in thought, Ye Shengge suddenly leaned in front of him and said in a small, aggrieved voice: “But the only person I know is you. Can you… can you wrong yourself a bit and help me finish this instruction?”

Perhaps knowing the request was too much, his entire body turned red, and his voice was incredibly soft, like sweet, fluffy cotton candy—one bite would be sweet to the core.

Yet the person speaking in this tone was completely unaware, having no idea how provocative he looked or how much he made people want to do bad things to him.

[Hiss, hiss! A beautiful wife who is soft, sweet, and so good at acting spoiled!! Who could hold back!!!] [Unworthy tears are flowing from the corners of my mouth. I’m so down for this unintentionally seductive dummy beauty!] [Am I the only one worried about the silly wife? Those NPCs are all pricking up their ears to eavesdrop. The wife must be targeted by many perverts now, right?] [Thanks for the invite, the sarcastic dog man has already fainted in the restroom from crying.]

The live-stream chat was filled with wild comments, but the youth, focused on the Class Monitor’s face, didn’t spare a glance for them.

“If you really don’t want to, it’s okay…” Seeing Mu Jinran’s increasingly cold and sharp expression, Ye Shengge thought he was unhappy. His voice got smaller and smaller, and his face got redder and redder. He wished he could find a hole to hide in and never come out.

Now he didn’t dare to hope that Mu Jinran would wrong himself to do such an intimate thing with someone he’d known for less than a day. He only hoped Mu Jinran would stop being so angry—it looked quite scary.

“I’m willing.”

When he said those two words, the lines of Mu Jinran’s jaw were tight, and his voice became hoarse and deep.

This was an answer Ye Shengge never expected. He was so shocked he was dazed, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

Fortunately, the content of the game instruction could be completed even if one party was zoned out.

Ye Shengge was pulled forward, falling into an embrace that smelled of cold fragrance.

Before he could react, two slightly cool lips pressed against his, forcefully prying open his teeth.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and push the person away, but his waist was imprisoned even more tightly, making him unable to move. He was forced to tilt his head back, trembling all over as he endured a deep kiss that nearly suffocated him.

Mu Jinran’s kiss was completely different from his scholarly, cold appearance. it was exceptionally hot and intense, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him alive!

At this moment, Ye Shengge was like a slender, weak dodder flower; besides clinging to Mu Jinran and trying to maintain his balance, he couldn’t do anything else. Even the right to breathe was held in the other’s hands.

It was too intense.

Ye Shengge, who had never experienced such stimulation, had vacant eyes. His fair, exquisite face was flushed with an alluring red, and his beautiful eyes were misty, looking wet and incredibly pitiful. Yet the corners of his eyes were crimson, like Begonia flowers in spring—seductively beautiful to the extreme.

A feast for the senses.

There was no doubt that anyone seeing this scene would crave the youth madly.

Fortunately, the boy was firmly blocked in the corner by him, giving no one a chance to peek.

But even just thinking of such a possibility made Mu Jinran’s heart ache with bitterness. He kissed the boy’s lips—which were almost bitten raw—heavily, as if venting, wishing his whole life could just pass by like this.