Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail [Quick Transmigration]
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To become a devilish cat that destroys human lives, start by stopping a man from going to work.
Shang Chi had never thought his willpower could be so weak.
But honestly, who could walk away after seeing such a scene first thing in the morning?
A tiny silver-gray furball sat obediently at the entrance, tilting its round little face up. Its deep blue eyes shimmered pitifully as it watched Shang Chi getting ready to leave.
"Meow~" The little cat's pink ears drooped in grievance, and one tiny paw reached out, trying to hook onto the neatly pressed suit pants.
Like a tiny bamboo shoot clinging to his leg, the fluffy creature opened and closed its paws, looking utterly dependent on him.
Last night, Ruan Yao had barged into the man's dream, determined to teach him a lesson. Instead, he ended up being caught and thoroughly teased.
When he returned, he was so angry he cried, absolutely pitiful.
He had dragged himself out of bed this morning purely for the sake of the mission.
But the man who had done all those terrible things in the dream looked perfectly refreshed now. It was so unfair.
The little cat was fuming.
The sight of that pitiful round face overlapped with the furious, flustered boy in his dream.
Shang Chi inexplicably recalled the cat-eared boy from his dream again. Even when angry, he was breathtakingly beautiful, making Shang Chi want to push him even further, just to see that vibrant flush at the corners of his eyes.
If it were the ragdoll boy, what would happen if he stroked his tail?
Would his face turn even redder? His snow-pale skin tainted with a decadent pink, his slender legs trembling so much he could barely stand, yet still stubbornly trying to maintain his composure...
Dr. Shang forced himself to stop imagining such inappropriate things in broad daylight. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he crouched down and patted the little cat’s round face.
"If I don’t go to work, I won’t be able to take care of you."
"No money means no fish snacks or canned fish."
The little cat clearly understood. The paw hooking onto his pants froze.
Shang Chi narrowed his sharp, phoenix-like eyes and spoke in a low, teasing voice, like a devil whispering in the dark.
"You might even get sold to the cat café downstairs and become a little pet that serves with its looks."
Ruan Yao’s big blue eyes widened in horror. His mind instantly conjured up a tragic image of himself, abandoned and helpless, forced to endure the relentless petting of multiple humans at once.
Being tormented by Shang Chi alone was already terrifying enough. If he got sold to a cat café, he’d definitely be rubbed bald!
No matter how cute a little cat was, it couldn’t survive being passed around between so many humans!
Terrified by his own imagination, the little cat let out a delicate "Ah!" His eyes shimmered like he was about to burst into tears.
Even the tail that had been lazily swaying behind him drooped in despair.
To avoid becoming a cat that had to sell its charm for food, Ruan Yao had no choice but to roll onto his back, exposing his fluffy belly.
His four little paws stretched up invitingly, revealing soft pink jelly-like paw pads.
Being touched by one human was still better than being swarmed by many.
Ruan Yao was naturally gifted in the art of acting pitiful. The moment he lifted his tiny paws and acted cute, the man nearly surrendered on the spot.
In the end, Dr. Shang couldn’t resist the temptation. He scooped up Ruan Yao and buried his face into his soft little belly, taking a deep breath. A warm blush spread across his pale skin.
Was this the ultimate pleasure in life?
At the front desk of the hospital, a nurse was in shock.
Dr. Shang, the ever-punctual iceberg of a doctor, was late.
Even more terrifying was the fact that, although his expression remained as cold as ever, the sharp-eyed nurse detected an almost imperceptible trace of warmth at the corner of his eyes and lips.
Like he had just stepped out of some kind of tender paradise.
"Something’s off about him."
This wasn't just unusual, it was practically a once-in-a-millennium miracle.
The nurses huddled together, whispering in suspicion:
"Did Dr. Shang fall in love?"
"I've been here for a year, and this is the first time I've seen him smile."
"What kind of beauty could possibly melt Dr. Shang’s icy heart? That takes some serious skill!"
But the so-called "skilled beauty" completely dropped his act the moment Shang Chi shut the door behind him.
"System, I think I'm a little hot."
Before leaving, Shang Chi had turned on the air conditioning to make sure the little kitten would be comfortable at home. In theory, there was no reason for Ruan Yao to feel hot.
Something had felt off ever since Shang Chi touched his stomach. The warmth from the man’s fingertips had spread through him like wildfire, igniting his entire body.
If he hadn't lost all strength, he would never have let Shang Chi leave.
He wanted… to be touched a little longer, maybe even a little harder…
Wait. What kind of perverted thoughts was he having?!
His soft, snowy fur rubbed restlessly against the smooth floor. His pink tongue flicked out, licking the sweat forming on his front paws.
His mind felt hazy, he had no idea what was happening to him.
The system’s voice trembled. "It's because you’re a one-year-old Ragdoll cat. You’re entering your first heat."
H-Heat?
The system sounded like it was about to cry. "I knew this would happen eventually, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon!"
Ruan Yao snapped back to his senses in shock.
He was a peach blossom spirit, naturally indifferent to desire. His physical body had never needed or craved anything like this.
But now, this uncontrollable wave of emotions had hit him out of nowhere. He buried his burning face into his fluffy tail, letting out a soft, pitiful whimper.
The system, panicked at how much pain its host was in, blurted out a desperate suggestion.
"Since you’re bonded to the main character, and cats rely on their sense of smell, maybe sniffing his scent will help?"
Ruan Yao didn’t have time to question why he was bound to the protagonist. All he knew was that he had to listen to the system’s advice.
He bolted straight into Shang Chi’s neatly made bed.
At first, a small lump formed under the gray sheets, as restrained and cold as Shang Chi himself.
Then, the lump grew bigger and bigger.
A pale, slender hand emerged from the edge of the blanket, fingers gripping the bed in silent agony. His fingertips, as pink as flower buds, trembled as a bead of sweat rolled down his knuckle, leaving a dark stain on the deep gray sheets.
The room was thick with a scent so intoxicating, it could drive a man insane.
Half-conscious, the silver-haired beauty lay curled up beneath the covers.
His long, damp eyelashes fluttered, his flushed cheeks framed by strands of sweat-soaked hair. His cobalt-blue eyes, fevered and dazed, seemed to melt into a swirling ocean of desire.
He bit his lip, red as a blooming rose, stifling the small, desperate whimpers rising in his throat.
Instinctively, he rubbed himself against the lingering scent of Shang Chi’s woody fragrance on the sheets.
His slender legs, slick with cold sweat, clung to the blanket, shifting helplessly in search of relief.
But the faint scent was nothing more than a tease, scratching at an itch that couldn't be soothed.
He needed something warmer…
His mind drifted into a haze, sinking into the abyss of longing.
Meanwhile, Shang Chi felt strangely restless all day. Even his normally precise, meticulous work had a few small errors. Luckily, they were minor and didn’t cause any serious problems.
"Dr. Shang seems different today" a tall man in a hospital gown commented, eyeing his attending physician with a teasing smile.
A faint sourness crept into his heart.
Judging by Shang Chi’s expression, that bold and beautiful boy had probably succeeded.
The man sighed in regret. If the boy had failed, he had been planning to try his own luck.
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When Ruan Yao finally recovered from the lingering sensations and opened his eyes, the sky outside had already darkened.
The setting sun’s glow streamed through the glass window, casting a golden hue over the bare-skinned young man.
Exhausted, he lay sprawled on the large bed. Beads of sweat glistened on his delicate shoulder blades, and the dim evening light pooled softly in the small dimples of his lower back.
His consciousness gradually returned. Ruan Yao blinked a few times, looking dazed as he sat up in bed.
The entire room was filled with his lingering scent. The sheets still bore faint traces of dampness that couldn’t possibly dry in an instant.
Ruan Yao muttered, “...I’m doomed.”
There were only thirty minutes left before Shang Chi would be home.
As always, Dr. Shang arrived right on time.
The moment he stepped through the door, his unnervingly sharp instincts told him something was off.
The little cat seemed even more well-behaved than when he had left that morning. His big eyes blinked innocently as he tilted his round head, the tips of his fluffy ears trembling slightly.
He looked unusually... dutiful.
The man studied the little cat for a long moment. Under his gaze, Ruan Yao froze, his paws stiff, cold sweat forming on his back. Even his fluffy tail didn’t dare to move.
Shang Chi’s cold expression was absolutely terrifying.
Trembling, Ruan Yao watched as he leaned down and scooped him up. Feeling guilty, he didn’t even dare to let out a single meow.
Then, the man pushed open the bedroom door.
Burying his face against Shang Chi’s chest, Ruan Yao covered his eyes with his paws. His ears twitched violently.
A long silence followed.
The bedroom window was wide open, allowing the wind to sway the beige curtains. On the mattress, a small tuft of creamy white fur rolled across the surface before floating up—only to land right on the man’s face.
With swift reflexes, Shang Chi caught the tuft of fur.
Though he had faced countless challenges in his life, for a brief moment, the doctor completely lost his composure.
His blanket was gone.
Not just the blanket—his pillows, his sheets—everything had disappeared without a trace.
All that remained was a bare mattress, silently bearing witness to the crime that had been committed.
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Author’s Note:
A cat goes into heat two or three times a month, each time lasting for several days... which means...