The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: The Dangerous Dependency

Lucien sobbed, pretending to seek warmth, but as soon as he was enveloped by that broad chest, his consciousness was gradually swallowed by the darkness.

Dominic Vance was still holding him tightly. In his half-awake, half-asleep state, the side effects from the system began to unleash their terrifying power. The body of Lucien at this moment desperately craved the warmth from the male lead; the more he was embraced, the more he melted like a puddle of water.

This time, it was absolutely not an act.

Following the most primal instinct, Lucien nuzzled deeper into the firm chest of the man. One of his legs unconsciously lifted and tightly wrapped around the man’s thigh, while his soft cheek continuously rubbed against the hollow of Dominic Vance’s neck to find the most comfortable position.

Dominic Vance, who was initially drowsy, was awakened by the continuous rubbing of this softness. He opened his eyes, his eyelashes drooping as he looked down. The youth in his arms at this moment was no different from a docile little kitten, his entire body clinging to Dominic without leaving a single gap.

The man’s heart felt as if it had been brushed by a feather. It was a ticklish sensation, yet incredibly soft.

He discovered that Lucien was exceedingly obedient when asleep. No longer possessing that guarded demeanor or forced flattery, the youth simply laid bare his most harmless self. Letting him kiss as he pleased, letting him embrace as he wished.

The gaze of Dominic Vance darkened. He lowered his head, planting a kiss on the messy hair, then sliding down to the forehead, brushing past the tightly shut corners of the eyes, and finally stopping at the snow-white neck entirely covered in marks of intimacy. He bit lightly onto a patch of skin, sucking gently.

"Mhm..."

Lucien let out a soft moan in his dream. That sound was utterly soft, carrying a coquettish nasal tone that entered straight into the ears of Dominic Vance, causing the man to freeze right on the spot. His body temperature flared up fiercely, and the massive entity below was already showing signs of raising its head.

But this time, he restrained himself. Dominic Vance did not continue; he merely reached out to pull the person tightly into his embrace, his hoarse voice uttering an affectionate scolding:

"Truly a little seductress."

The next morning.

Lucien woke up late, his body feeling both exhausted and so lethargic that he did not even want to lift a finger, and Dominic Vance also resolutely refused to let him get out of bed.

The man personally handled everything, from ordering food to be brought straight to the room, pouring warm water, to fetching the medicine.

Lucien obediently sat wrapped in the blanket, his face still retaining a trace of sleepiness as he looked at Dominic in a daze. Dominic Vance stood by the bed looking at him for a moment, suddenly furrowing his brows to ask: "Why are you so light?"

Saying that, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand naturally slipping under the blanket. He gently squeezed the youth’s waist, brushed past the thin wrists, and then slid down to measure the hips. The movements carried no lust, solely a bare assessment.

"Not being fed enough meat." he concluded.

Lucien: "..."

He secretly rolled his eyes in his heart. What did he mean by not being fed enough meat? Who was raising whom here?

Right when Lucien was still busy cursing inwardly, the cold voice of 000 abruptly rang out in his head. It was not the usual mission spam, but rather an explanation:

[Notification: Because the host’s body is in the phase of adapting to the "vital essence", the level of sensitivity will sharply increase, especially towards intimate contact from the male lead.]

Before Lucien could fully digest that statement, the hand of Dominic Vance resting on his waist suddenly gave a gentle caress.

As if a current of electricity zapped through his spine, both of the legs of Lucien instantly went weak; his waist went numb, and he almost tumbled right into the man’s embrace. Panicking, he bit down hard on his lip under the covers. He began to realize the cruel truth: the reactions of this body... were no longer entirely under his control through acting. This realization made Lucien feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Take your medicine."

The voice of Dominic Vance pulled Lucien back to reality. He brought the pill and a glass of water right up to the youth’s lips. Smelling the bitter scent of the anti-inflammatory medication, Lucien instinctively grimaced, turning his head to avoid it.

"Don’t want."

Dominic Vance raised an eyebrow, his patient coaxing laced with a hint of coercion: "Be good, you have to take it so the swelling goes down faster."

The two of them struggled for a while, as Lucien resolutely kept his lips sealed tight. Seeing this, Dominic Vance did not say another word. He tossed the pill into his own mouth, took a gulp of water, and then directly leaned down, lightly pinching the chin of Lucien to force his lips open.

The bitter liquid flowed back and forth between their oral cavities, accompanied by a wet and scorching kiss. The tongue of Dominic Vance did not just push the medicine over. It dominantly swept through every single corner, forcing Lucien to swallow down every gulp.

It was an entirely new type of intimacy. There was no need to get into bed, yet it was so ambiguous and erotic that it sent the breathing of Lucien into a chaotic mess.

By the time he finished taking the medicine, the eye sockets of Lucien were completely flushed red, coughing violently. Dominic Vance patted his back, the corners of his lips curling up slightly in satisfaction.

Right at this moment, the phone ringtone of Dominic Vance rang out. It was his assistant calling via video to report on work.

Instead of walking somewhere else, Dominic Vance casually pressed the button to accept the call, while his arm remained firmly holding onto Lucien, who was wrapped in a blanket sitting on his lap.

On the screen, the assistant’s expression stiffened. The camera’s field of vision fully captured the image of their big boss embracing a youth. The hair of Lucien at this time was completely messy, the blanket slipping down slightly to reveal a snow-white neck densely covered in glaring red hickeys.

The assistant on the other side was completely rendered speechless, stammering for a long time without being able to form a single word.

Dominic Vance intentionally did not dodge the camera, nor did he adjust the blanket for Lucien. He calmly listened to the report, occasionally letting out a few hums of acknowledgment. Radiating from his gaze and attitude was a clear, possessive message: Look closely, this is my person.

After hanging up the phone, Lucien could not hold back anymore, probing tentatively: "Are you... not afraid that others might misunderstand?"

Dominic Vance smoothed out a messy strand of hair for him, replying in a matter-of-fact tone: "Misunderstand what? What is wrong with me embracing my own person?"

The words slipped out so naturally that Lucien faltered slightly. The man said that phrase so effortlessly, as if in his subconscious mind, Lucien was truly, entirely his possession already.

To be completely honest, Lucien really wanted to scoff in contempt, this absolute madman. However, on the outside, Lucien still had to feign an innocent, clueless expression, pretending to not understand anything at all.

Dominic Vance seemed extremely satisfied with the youth’s bewildered expression. The man reached out to embrace Lucien from behind, pressing his back tightly against his own broad chest. One of his hands leisurely caressed the youth’s waist, while the other played with those soft locks of hair.

"For being so good today..." The deep voice of Dominic Vance echoed right beside his ear, "...I will give you a reward."

Lucien thought he was just joking, or at the very most, would just buy him some kind of luxury item.

Who would have expected that Dominic Vance would lean over to grab the wallet from the bedside cabinet, pull out a powerful black card along with a brand new, latest model smartphone, and casually place them right into his hands.

"Just buy anything you like."

Lucien stared at the black card in his hands. What kind of feeling was this? The feeling of a canary being kept by its master. Yet, the most dangerous part of it all was that Dominic Vance did everything way too naturally, as if him taking care of and sheltering the youth was an absolute, self-evident truth.

...

Nightfall arrived.

In the quiet bedroom, Lucien lay entirely within the arms of Dominic Vance.

The chest behind him was far too warm, the arms wrapping around his waist far too solid. The comfort spreading through every single cell made Lucien unconsciously flip his body, burying his face into Dominic’s chest, naturally finding for himself the most familiar and comfortable position to drift off to sleep.

By the time he realized what he had just done, the entire body of Lucien instantly froze stiff.

He was not acting at all. Just now was an entirely natural reflex of this body.

In the tranquil space, the electronic voice of 000 gently rang out, carrying a faint hint of profound warning:

[Warning to the host. You are also beginning to get used to the presence of the male lead.]

Lucien slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly into the endless void of the darkness.

"Are you sure this is because of me? Or is it because of your damn side effects?"

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!