Quick Transmigration: Is it Better to be a Beta?

Chapter 68: 3.22

Chapter 68: 3.22

"My prince..." Sefu sighs, eyes a little dark from lack of sleep and emotional turmoil. It didn't help that his vixen of a kitten burst into his room early in the morning and jumped onto his bed- while he was still sleeping and barely clothed thanks to last night's *ahem* exercises.

His heterochromatic eyes take in Farrell's childish expression as he spies on a specific couple in the botanical gardens with binoculars and he sighs.

Ah, he really wants to push his kitten down and **** his *** until he **** all over his **** and begs for him to stop ******* him with his fat **** with his cute *********** mouth while he continues to ******* *********** ** *** *******.

Jia Hyson: '???' (|||) Suddenly felt a chill.

If Jia Hyson bothered to get Bebe to buy a skill that could see a person's blackening he would know that Sefu really was very close to snapping. Sefu was a man who had been raised with a rebel mindset since young, like cultists, it was hard to shake the mentality off ah.

He had been pretty good all these years, his love for his prince breaking him out of this enforced mentality and made him waver from his rebel cause but generally, if he was pushed his first idea would definitely be around the rebellion. Sefu has already been planning what to do about this black pot handed to him since he was a child but now with Jia Hyson's incessant prodding and teasing, he really felt like he couldn't wait any longer.

While his prince was distracted he silently took out his phone and sent a few messages.

Jia Hyson didn't notice, too busy watching over Song Chuntao's date with Zheng Jinhai, and Bebe doesn't have the work ethic to tap into every person's phone and listen to their shit on the off chance it's relevant to it's host. So Bebe was also a little preoccupied tapping into Song Chuntao's phone to help Jia Hyson listen in as well.

After a few minutes more of playing spy, Jia Hyson quickly grows bored of it and turns around to order two more shadow guards to help the protagonist protection squad follow Zheng Jinhai for a bit. It turns out, listening to other people date was not good for his single dog heart ah.

Spitefully he decides to vent on the reason for his single dog status. Staring at Sefu with some contemplation, Jia Hyson decides to push him once again. Like a child who didn't know his limits, he was constantly poking this sleeping bear, waiting to see where the bottom line will be.

After all, usually he doesn't actively pursue his dates and even if he does he doesn't require exerting much effort so he was unused to being so active.

Bebe: 'A thousand single dogs have died from anger.'

The first time he planned to actually confess to someone himself was Drake, and even then he didn't do too much to seduce him. In the second world, his beauty really did all the work for him as well. Jia Hyson had honestly never done so much or lost so much face for anybody else until now, ever. So in retrospect, Sefu was really getting some VIP treatment here.

"Sefu," Jia Hyson orders after a moment's hesitation, lifting his chin up arrogantly and tilting his lips so they curved up with despotic amusement, "kiss me,"

Sefu who had been silently sitting there immediately turned rigid. His black and silver eyes scrutinize Jia Hyson cautiously before glaring at the surrounding guards. The guards who were a short distance away and felt the intense pressure burst into cold sweat.

Guards: 'Motherfucker! We're just standing here doing our job and suddenly our small slag boss unexpectedly decided to tease the big boss so boldly! Won't we be silenced after this??' (QwQ) (QAQ)

Jia Hyson doesn't care though, after so many years being so deeply pampered his already rather abnormal personality had gotten more spoilt and selfish in the process. It's not a big change to his character given he had spent most of the second half of his original life rich and was not afraid to spend it. But between his original rich and his current rich... it really was the gap between heaven and earth.

After all, no matter how amazingly successful he was before as an author, it couldn't be compared to being born with such a big golden spoon in his mouth coupled with his own golden thighs and a golden palace as a birthday gift. In terms of natural resources, his family is probably the richest in the world. In terms of currency... his family is at least top twenty.

Honestly, with his spicy chicken memory, if he hadn't truly suffered in the first world as a person living below the poverty line for a while to the point it's left a shadow in his heart, Jia Hyson legitimately feels he would have completely forgotten how to act humble and transformed completely into a spoilt bastard of a man child.

Jia Hyson's lips turn downwards dissatisfiedly after a few seconds of waiting, "Sefu?"

Bebe: 'Host, what happened to your thin skin?'

Jia Hyson: 'Aiyah, these guards have been with me for so long, I consider them good brothers now. It's fine to do some exhibitionism play.'()

Bebe: '...Sure but as a good brother you really shouldn't be digging such a big pit for them.' With Sefu's pride, he won't allow others apart from Bebe's host to see him made such a fool of. Given the way this story world works they'll probably be given amnesia via beating.

Sefu's eyes drop down submissively, hiding the emotion in his eyes, "My prince, this lowly servant doesn't dare," he rasps.

Jia Hyson clicks his tongue. This relationship chicken game is so frustrating yet at the same time he couldn't help but feel a sense of enjoyment at their mutual suffering and Sefu's emotional torment ah. What to do?

Bebe: _ '...Sado-masochistic scum.'

"You don't dare?" Jia Hyson clicks his tongue again, "Tch, this prince orders you, you dare not do as your prince says?" Then, because Jia Hyson suddenly felt that seeking death wasn't enough, he had to deliberately run headfirst to it he uses his mediocre acting skills to give a derisive chuckle like he just had an unbelievable thought, "Hah, it couldn't be that you have feelings for this prince ah? Is that why you're acting like a coquettish maiden?"

Jia Hyson snorts before turning his head to face away and toward the window again, seemingly bored, "I only wanted a kiss since I'm just a little curious, but if you're so against it no need, no need,"

Sefu keeps his head down but clenches his fists tightly. The gap between their identities have somehow never been more obvious with his prince's casual joking. After so long.. he had almost deluded himself to believe that Farrell had viewed him as an equal rather than just a beloved servant.

He had almost forgotten the feeling of wanting to destroy the status quo.

Bebe who was watching the drama play out sighs, 'Host... you're really good at being scum.' Bebe doesn't like victim blaming but when Jia Hyson inevitably gets forced onto the bed and relentlessly bullied... Bebe could confidently say that he was asking for it. Almost literally in fact.

'Hm?' Suddenly Bebe, who was still tapped into the protagonists' phones noticed something, 'Host! The leads are getting cornered by thugs in a nearby alley!'

Jia Hyson perks up at this. He had been waiting for a good time to appear and do a typical supporting lead thing like the 'hero saving the beauty' scene. Wasn't this amnesia event the best time to do it? He was out of his seat and running before his phone rang.

When he picked up his phone, the guards promptly informed him of exactly what Bebe said. Jia Hyson had explicitly told them that if the couple were getting cornered by bullies that he would personally come out to deal with them. This sort of event was the one he had been waiting for, for a long time now ah.

The guards who were caught by surprise but Farrell's unexpected rush took a few seconds to react, Sefu included, before rushing out and following him. Unfortunately for them, Jia Hyson's fighting style focused on improving agility, flexibility, dexterity and endurance in order to make up for his strength and defence so even Sefu could not close the rather wide gap already made.

Jia Hyson: 'Bebe! Bebe! Film me!' It really was too amazing to have a body with such naturally high physical stats, he can even freestyle parkour! Too exciting!

Quickly he reaches the alley with perfect timing, skidding to a stop he sees that Zheng Jinhai had almost finished beating up the thugs and had turned away to check on Song Chuntao, asking concernedly if she was okay. Of course, there was always one guy still left standing, ready to be a bastard and give one last attack- usually with either a metal pipe, a switchblade slash knife or a gun.

However, given this was an amnesia event, originally Zheng Jinhai would of course only realise too late, turning around and subconsciously wrapping his arms around Song Chuntao to protect her while his poor head takes the brunt of the impact.

Honestly it's one of the better events in the story, which is exactly why Jia Hyson wants to insert himself in. After all, as both an actor and a director to this story, who wouldn't want to grab a few cool scenes?

With a wide grin he sprints up, twisting his body so his back faces the two protagonists closing their eyes as they hug each other tightly, and reaches up to block the thug's weapon- metal pipe, tch, typical- with his arm. Jia Hyson winces and his smile turns more wild and ferocious, the thug who landed the blow felt not only shocked but also a little oppressed by the stranger's aura, like facing down a wild beast in human clothing.

"Aiyah," Jia Hyson's eyes light up in delight at how the thug seems to tremble like a frightened quail, all previous bravado gone. "You should really be more careful ah, that sort of hit could've broken something bad." Luckily for his own body's constitution, it would only leave a bruise on his arm at most.

"You-" Came the surprised voice behind him but Jia Hyson momentarily ignores it, taking advantage of the thug's lack of reaction to grab the weapon and throw it aside before giving the guy a powerful kick to the stomach that literally made him fly backwards.

Not bothering to check on the thug he turns around with a lazy but handsome smile before his expression turns to one of pleasant surprise, "It's you ah," Jia Hyson glances at both Song Chuntao and Zheng Jinhai, making it unclear who exactly he was referring to, "What a coincidence! This is, uh, what you chinese call it... the red string of fate?"

Zheng Jinhai's face wasn't great but he swallowed down his pride and bowed his head, "Thank you Prince Farrell for your help," he says gratefully. Behind him Song Chuntao nods in enthusiastic agreement. Jia Hyson winks at her before patting Zheng Jinhai's shoulder in a friendly manner.

"No need, no need," He laughs jovially, "After all, a good friend of Chu Chu's is a good friend of mine right? Especially the handsome ones ah,"

Song Chuntao freezes before shaking her head with an expression of panic, clearly worried Jia Hyson will blurt our her identity before she can confess. Jia Hyson gives her a strange look, acting stupid and making her look even more distressed. He's done this act a few times before so it's not too out of character for him to occasionally be either inept at reading social cues or too lazy to read them. It's clear she needs a push to stimulate her to confess about her secret identity thing instead of taking advantage of the amnesia like in the story which would take up x chapters worth of filler.

Zheng Jinhai, who hasn't been subjected to multiple hits in the head so far in this story, was obviously more observant and intelligent than originally. Immediately he sensed something off with his girlfriend's reaction to the prince's words. However he can't do anything about it in front of Prince Farrell.

Luckily for him, Jia Hyson was only there to grab some screen time and promote the feelings between the pair. After making some ambiguous chit chat and also brushing up a few points of good feelings with Zheng Jinhai by informing him that Song Chuntao and him had broken up and are only friends now due to reasons, he pretends he has a call and leaves.

Sefu and his guards are very tactful and shadow him until he's out of sight from the protagonists before showing themselves. Sefu's expression was almost as ugly as Zheng Jinhai's was when Jia Hyson saved him.

Immediately he reaches out to grab Jia Hyson's injured arm, contrary to how rough he looked, his grip was gentle and careful as he lifts the arm and rolls up his sleeve to reveal the darkening bruise. Hissing out his displeasure Sefu snaps to a nearby guard to get some herbal ointment for Jia Hyson.

"My prince..!" He chocked back his anger at the other's impulsive actions, hating that he can only reprimand but not control the young man.

Jia Hyson laughs carelessly, "It'll heal in a few days, don't worry," to the normal guards they felt this was quite amazing as they felt that if their arms were hit so hard with a metal bar their limbs might've fractured requiring months to get over it. They couldn't help but click their tongues in awe. But to the Samotrelians it was a different story, they had a face full of pain and heartbreak. After all, in Samotrelis, this sort of minor injury can be recovered in less than a day, two at most. The fact that the youngest prince requires more shows how physically weak he was in their eyes. Like a sick baby animal.

International guards: 'Ah, ah, our small boss is our male god! Please let us be your baby!'

Samotrelian guards: 'Ah, ah! The prince is too weak and frail! We must protect baby!'

Sefu, the head of the guards: 'Hehe my kitten is so precocious and easily breakable. I must lock baby up forever.'

Bebe: '...' You are all guards, why are the differences so big?