WWC | Chapter 6

Already This Obsessed at Eighteen…?

After that interruption, the irritation that had risen because of Lu Xuan faded quite a bit.

Su Tingyan returned to that bed of his, hard as stone, and hugged the cool jade pillow, feeling no different from some savage sleeping in a cave.

Did Su Zhao have a grudge against him? Why couldn’t he make the bedroom a little more comfortable?

Was it because if it were too comfortable, he’d have no heart to get up and handle official business?

What a workaholic. Better to exhaust himself than let his colleagues slack off.

Still, Su Zhao, rest assured. Now that I’m here, your body won’t have to suffer anymore. If I can lie down, I absolutely won’t sit. If I can sit, I absolutely won’t stand. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you go from a cabbage into a little green vegetable while lying down.

As Su Tingyan thought about it, sleepiness surged over him like a tide. He didn’t bother complaining anymore. Exhausted, the moment his head touched the pillow, his consciousness sank into a dark, sweet abyss.

…

He slept straight from noon until evening. When Su Tingyan woke up, he heard the system shouting nonstop in his mind again: [Player, player, stop sleeping, another sudden event has come up!]

Still half-asleep, Su Tingyan said, “…What kind of event could there be on my own bed? Don’t tell me someone climbed into bed with me?”

This was also his first time transmigrating into this kind of danmei smut game. He didn’t even dare sleep too deeply, terrified he’d dream of something wedged behind him that couldn’t be pulled out, afraid he might not wake up in time.

He hurriedly felt around everywhere.

Luckily, besides himself, there was nothing.

No one, and no towering cock pointed at the sky.

The system said: [Your student, His Highness the Sixth Prince, got into a fight with the son of the Vice Minister of Personnel at Zheyun Tower. If you don’t go now, the Sixth Prince will beat him to death!]

Su Tingyan was in charge of the entire Hanlin Academy and the Imperial College. As the Sacrificial Officer of the Imperial College, he was also an imperial tutor, and the Sixth Prince, Yan Che, was one of his students.

And according to the original novel, the one Su Zhao later supported was also the Sixth Prince, whom he directly helped onto the throne as the new emperor.

He rubbed his temples, only feeling as though his peace had lasted for only a few hours.

“In the middle of the night,” he asked weakly, “do I have to go through this plot?”

The system said: [You can choose not to go, but if you ignore the plot, the Sixth Prince has a 70% chance of accidentally beating the other party to death, triggering censure from the court. His Majesty will be furious, and he may lose his qualification in the succession struggle later. Player reputation -10000, and relations with future potential allies will drop to freezing point.]

The system added: [But the good news is, Lu Xuan’s favorability may rise slightly because he gets to watch the show.]

Su Tingyan said, “…Enough, stop talking.”

Resigned, he got up. While Qinghai, who had hurried over after hearing the news, helped him change clothes, he quickly recalled the relevant plot from the original story in his mind.

The Sixth Prince, Yan Che, had lost his mother early. He was not favored in the palace at the moment, but he had a fierce, stubborn temperament and plenty of opinions of his own. Later, he really was supported all the way to power by Su Zhao.

As for the son of the Vice Minister of Personnel… it seemed his name was Li Xian? A typical spoiled heir who relied on his father’s power to act recklessly.

Those two fighting each other to the point of nearly causing a death in a place of pleasure like Zheyun Tower, it was not hard to guess what they were fighting over.

Su Tingyan’s face was ashen, like a cold blue-green without a trace of blood, and his voice was heavy enough to scrape the bone. “Prepare the carriage. To Zheyun Tower.”

“Yes, my lord!” Seeing his solemn expression, Qinghai did not dare delay and hurried out to make the arrangements.

The carriage sped along the road. By the time they reached Zheyun Tower, a crowd had already gathered below, craning their necks and pointing as they talked.

From upstairs came bursts of smashing and shouting, clearly audible.

Su Tingyan strode upstairs, Qinghai and the other attendants following close behind, clearing a path through the crowd for him.

Just as he reached the door of the noisiest private room on the second floor, he heard a brazen sneer from inside: “Li Xian, Li Xian, do you really think you amount to anything? Your father is nothing more than a dog of Lu Xuan, and you still dare compete with His Highness the Sixth Prince for someone?”

Su Tingyan’s brows tightened as he kicked the door open.

The room was a complete mess. Tables and chairs had been overturned, cups and plates smashed across the floor, and several armed guards were surrounding a youth in brocade robes, who looked about sixteen or seventeen, beating him with fists and kicks.

At the other end sat the Sixth Prince of Da Zhao. His fingertips loosely held a gold-inlaid chi dragon cup, while he had a Zhengji in his left arm and a Yue woman in his right.

Soft female laughter, distant and near at once strings and flutes, chaos, argument, revelry.

All of it stopped in that instant when Su Tingyan kicked the door open. The gold cup fell to the floor, and the lewd chatter cut off abruptly.

Yan Che had been smiling as he watched others beat the son of the Vice Minister of Personnel.

That smile had floated lightly on his face, and across the night of the imperial city, across mountains and rivers, it suddenly fell onto this patch of wind and frost that had entered without invitation.

He had long felt that his great and ancient imperial tutor, Scholar Su, had something about him that hooked the soul and would not let go.

After growing up, every time he saw him, he would go back and have an unspeakable filthy dream for an entire night.

In those dreams, it was always his teacher in that meticulously tied purple robe, standing on the platform under the sun while giving a lecture, the halo of light blending with the faint sweat at his neck. It surged over, more intoxicating than any obscene or vulgar words, enough to make a young man’s spring heart tremble.

Worst of all was the way he sounded when he scolded people. When those beautiful official cadences turned into a sharp reprimand, the students all flushed red without even realizing it.

He didn’t know about his classmates, but Yan Che himself had been hard as iron every single time.

The system said: [Detected that targetable character “Yan Che” is experiencing a strong physiological reaction. Player charm value +1000!]

Su Tingyan said, “?”

“Damn it, he’s still a kid, isn’t he?!”

Wasn’t the Sixth Prince only just eighteen? Could he be one of the targets too??????????

Su Tingyan only felt that this was very much not okay!

The system said: [In our danmei harem smut game, this kind is not called a child, he’s called a younger wolfdog.]

Su Tingyan said, “…………” Get lost.

Su Zhao had a mole on the tip of his lip. It was usually hard to notice, but whenever he got angry, that little mole would tremble faintly with his rage.

Like the finishing dot in a painted skin, white and sharp, gorgeous to the extreme.

His lip color was also extremely pale, almost blending into his skin. He always pressed his lips into a thin, sharp line, and once he opened his mouth, what came out was not speech but icicles in the dead of winter.

“Yan Huaize, where is your imperial dignity!”

The mole was tinged with a hint of moisture from his scolding, faintly visible.

“Is the backbone I taught you really just for you to use in jealousy?!”

Yan Che let go of the arms he had been hugging around someone. Only then did he realize he was not dreaming, and that his imperial tutor had truly come.

Yan Che: “L… Teacher…?”

That sticky “teacher,” with its trembling tone, immediately made Su Tingyan’s scalp go numb.

He looked coldly at the guards with blades who were still restraining Li Xian. “Why are you still not letting go?”

The guards were all frightened by that look. One by one, they released their hands. The young master named Li Xian was even so terrified that his face went white. He scrambled into a corner, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Only then did Su Tingyan look back at Yan Che, taking in his panic, his heat, and that grand and brazen erection below him all at once.

He took one step forward. Before he could say a word, even the singers and courtesans beside Yan Che were intimidated, and all of them sensibly scattered.

With only a light glance, he swept away the room’s entire sultry fragrance and atmosphere. “I taught you the principles of the sages, the strategies for governing the country, and made you study the classics and histories in order to let you use them in a place like this, to pick fights with some spoiled brat, act cruel and reckless, and do something so absurd?”

The eighteen-year-old Sixth Prince was being harshly questioned by him, but he could not focus at all. He couldn’t listen. There was only the little red mole at the tip of his teacher’s lip in his eyes.

Seeing that he gave no answer and looked dazed, Su Tingyan understood that this person was fantasizing about him with that filthy brain of his. At last, he could no longer restrain himself and lifted a foot to kick Yan Che in the chest.

The system immediately popped up: [You actually kicked a prince! He’s the future heir of Da Zhao!]

The next second, though…

[Congratulations, player. Charm value increased greatly, rage bonus +2000!!]

?

And that got him off?

Su Tingyan cautiously placed his foot on Yan Che’s chest and pressed down again.

One press, the system said: [Charm value +100!]

Another press, the system said: [Charm value +100!]

Su Tingyan was about to keep going when the system said: [If you kick the Sixth Prince again, he’ll die.]

So he could only lose interest and withdraw his foot.

He looked at the young prince, who clutched his chest where he had been kicked, yet his brows and eyes grew brighter and brighter, excited and fervent like the rising sun. The veins at Su Tingyan’s temples started to twitch.

This little pervert!

Good thing he pulled his foot back fast enough, or he would have worried the guy might lick the sole of his boot.

After taking that kick, Yan Che not only did not get angry, he seemed to have had some switch in him completely kicked open.

He held the spot that had been hit. It didn’t hurt, but it felt like he had been burned by hot iron, scorching and restless, until the blood all over his body was nearly boiling.

“Teacher…” Even his voice sounded as if hot oil had been poured over it, hoarse and strange, with a searing wave of heat. “You’re right. Huaize knows his mistake…”

Yan Che admitted fault with his mouth, but in his expression and tone, where was there even half a trace of repentance?

He was clearly tasting it and wanting another round!

Before Su Tingyan could get more angry, a flash of craftiness crossed Yan Che’s eyes. Still maintaining his grip on the front of his robe, he said, “But I, I was drugged by them, which is why I became so flirtatious and wanton!”

“They called me here for drinks, so I came to the banquet, but I didn’t know what kind of filthy stuff they put in me…”

Su Tingyan watched him coldly put on the act. Then he raised a hand and beckoned Qinghai to his side. It was unclear what he ordered, but Qinghai left with a look of confusion.

“Is that so?” Su Tingyan bent down and looked at him quietly. “What kind of drug makes you this happy even after being kicked?”

Yan Che saw that his expression had softened a little and rushed to say, “No, it’s that I’m only this happy when it’s you, Teacher, kicking me!”

Su Tingyan suddenly asked the system, “If I had used a skill to reward him with that kick just now, would I have gotten extra charm value?”

The system said: [Yes, player. If you use a skill gifted by a beauty, there is a certain chance of increasing charm value.]

What a loss, Su Tingyan thought.

Su Tingyan said, “Then, by your logic, none of this was your intention, and it was Teacher who wrongly blamed you?”

Yan Che was already trembling with emotion. Suddenly meeting those black lashes so close to him, he even held his breath for a moment, afraid the hot breath he exhaled would dirty that immortal bearing. “Teacher is not wrong. Huaize is the one who was wrong. Teacher can punish me, however you want!”

Qinghai, who had just left the private room, now came back in again, carrying a bowl of something that looked like soup or water.

Su Tingyan took the porcelain bowl from his hands. It was full to the brim, the liquid sloshing about. He had originally wanted to use his hands to pry Yan Che’s jaw open and force it down, but he still felt it would dirty his own hands, so in the end he used his foot.

He lifted a leg to press down on the other man’s collarbone, forcing him to fall back against the screen behind him, unable to move.

Yan Che shivered almost in ecstasy, struggling as he still lifted his head to stare idiotically at that pretty little mole, his tone layered with devotion as he murmured, “Tea…cher?”

Su Tingyan was expressionless. “Then I’ll punish you by making you drink all of this.”

Author’s Note:

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Current targetable characters:

General Xie Zheng, favorability: 29

Corrupt official Lu Xuan, favorability: -50

Sixth Prince Yan Che, favorability: 0

Current charm value: 5090.5