The paranoid villain of the suspenseful text wants to monopolize me [Quick Transmigration]

[Host...Host?Hiss...Host, I finally pieced together the last confetti fragments and found you alive. 】

[Be sober... This is just a suspenseful dungeon world where the Lord of the Abyss has shackled you... It's not the real world...]

【Remember quickly, think about it quickly. 】

【Host……】

Very dizzy in sleep.

There seemed to be an anxious shout coming from the ear, which surprised Du Lin a little, it was as mechanical as a voice synthesized by artificial intelligence.

This voice sounds very familiar... as if there was once a piece of blood-colored paper, standing on the sidelines, mocking and teasing.

But as time went by, he gradually changed into an awkward and caring look.

He even died for him in the end.

... Who is the source of this call?

Who used such words, anxiously calling his name over and over again.

Durin blinked.

After regaining his senses, he found that the picture in front of him was extremely blurred and ambiguous.

The boy in front of him, that is, the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi, has already grown up.

In the bathtub, his pale and delicate face showed a little panic...

The whole person was soaked in the rich red wine like blood.

Under the deer-like clear eyes, a few drops of red wine were splashed, which looked alluring and alluring.

As if terrified, he bit his lip and trembled.

"Dad, Dad..." the young man called out.

As if begging him to stop.

As if wanting to wake up Du Lin's reason... He called out such titles again and again.

And the other side.

Du Lin found himself pinching his delicate and tender chin with his fingers in an almost forceful posture.

Force the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi to raise his head and look directly at himself with tears in his eyes.

There was a broken wound on the corner of the boy's mouth.

On the skin above the neck, there were sharp marks one after another—they were left cruelly with a whip.

As if harboring the strong hatred of the perpetrator.

Du Lin's gaze flickered slightly.

An unnecessary memory slowly unfolded in my mind.

For the past few years...he has been abusing him.

Since the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi was very young, he forced such a small child to wear a red veil dress, dressed like a girl, and took him to the mall.

The euphemistic name is meticulous care.

In fact, he wanted to torture his dignity with malicious emotions.

No normal little boy would be willing to take the initiative to dress up as a girl.

Also cherish a point of nostalgia empathy love.

"Because... because of Deng Fanchuan, because of Fanchuan, he likes girls in red dresses, that female model, usually wearing bright red clothes to walk on the street, this is Fanchuan's favorite taste."

"He likes this type of girl so much... Then I will let his son become like this."

As for the whip...

It is probably because the main character is getting more and more different from his father Deng Fanchuan as Shou Xia Zhi grows up.

The outline of eyebrows and eyes is more like his mother.

The model who seduced the protagonist Gong Deng Fanchuan.

"How could he... How could he look less and less like him, but more like that woman."

"I'm so miserable and uncomfortable... If he's not like him, then why did I adopt him and raise him for so many years?"

"No, it's obviously my illusion."

"He obviously has the shadow of Fan Chuan when he smiles. It must be that Fan Chuan has been abroad in the past few years... I miss him so much that I have such an illusion."

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 35: Dungeon plot completion rate: [-]%——]

In the midst of such complex and contradictory feelings, "Du Lin" found that in the past few years, he sometimes treated this child well, and sometimes he was very bad.

It's fine to just watch and beat and scold daily, but tonight, maybe it's because of the late night hormones, the feeling of missing... Fermented to the point of being as strong and crazy as strong wine.

"Dulin" drank a lot of wine.

He remembered that day, the protagonist Gong Deng Fanchuan was able to get rid of the phone call he made before going abroad.

"You are mentally ill, go see a doctor."

"It's disgusting."

Those viscous, venomous tones penetrated deeply into his brain... He couldn't forget it, and it was very painful.

So tonight, "Du Lin" filled several bottles of red wine in the bathtub, and beat the boy above the neck bit by bit with a soft whip.

The soft and painful voice stimulated him even worse.

—You will pay your father's debt.

——Who made me like him so much.

——Who made it impossible for me to get him.

After taking over this strange memory... Du Lin stopped.

Looking at the bloody wounds, there was a bit of confusion in the stern eyebrows.

It seems unbelievable that I did all this by myself.

But the tactile sensation of the whip in his hand is very real, and the effect of force is also mutual. Just now, the palm of the hand was slightly reddened due to too much force, which was completely transmitted to the sensory organs of the brain.

--……What is this doing?

The cold wine drowned most of the main character Shou Xia Zhi's body.

He looked up at Du Lin, with a distinct and helpless look on his slightly torn neckline.

"Dad, it hurts...can you stop hitting me, did I do something wrong?"

"Did I make you unhappy again... Dad?"

The boy in the bathtub said softly.

There was anxiety in his eyes.

He stretched out his soft hand and held Durin's wrist.

The scarlet of the wine was still stained on the cold fingers...

I couldn't even tell whether it was the aroma of wine or the blood dripping from the wound from the whip.

The two are mingled in a pathetic and desperate sense of vengeance.

Du Lin's hand holding the whip paused slightly.

——No, I should have nothing to do with you.

——I have always been indifferent, how could I treat you so cruelly...to a young man who has just grown up?

【The host... that's just the role you should have played. 】

[A cannon fodder adoptive father who cruelly and mercilessly abused the protagonist, but that's not you... Even the protagonist is the template for the incarnation of the Lord of the Abyss. 】

[Host, wake up——]

In my mind, the mechanical voice began to buzz again.

Du Lin's thoughts were in a mess.

The black-haired youth narrowed his eyes slightly.

But at this moment, an extremely gentle touch came from the side of the lips...

It was like a rose petal, gently falling on the hesitant perception of the corner of his lips.

Du Lin's pupils shrank slightly.

However, he saw the young man sitting in the bathtub slowly reach out and caress his cheek.

The protagonist Shou Xiazhi looks fine and thin.

But the action of sucking and kissing his lips carried a kind of greed like a small animal that hadn't filled his stomach for a long time.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[The main character suffers from Xia Tian?Incarnation of the Lord of the Abyss: Favorability: 45%——Blackening Value: 25%——]

[Character's statement: I just want to bite bit by bit...]

【I just want to swallow durin into my stomach bit by bit, and never want to let go. 】

The tip of the tongue slowly outlined Du Lin's thin lips.

People with a cold personality even have diamond-shaped lips that are as thin as a blade under the moon, but when they kiss each other, the slightly flushed and gorgeous appearance makes people feel a sense of conquest...

He was so excited that the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi's tongue turned into countless black mist-like openings.

Want deeper, deeper kisses.

His eyes once again had strange vertical pupils.

This scene was invisible to Durin.

... something is wrong.

Why in my memory, this poor child who was abused and forced to kiss him would be so active and strong this time.

Just like...

There was an instinctive desire for him.

The black-haired youth suddenly pushed the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi away.

The boy who was pushed and hit the bathtub was still licking the corner of his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about the delicious candy he had just tasted.

But when Du Lin looked at him indifferently again, the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi regained a weak and pitiful expression on his face.

"Dad...you always liked me, didn't I treat you like this?"

He stretched out his hand lightly, hesitating to touch Du Lin's wrist, and shrank while the black-haired young man retreated vigilantly.

"You beat me with a whip, forced me to kiss you, comfort you... Isn't that what you want to do?"

The boy's complexion was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see the emotion on his face.

It's just that the voice vaguely sounds cheerful and jumping.

No, it is not.

This memory should not be mine.

There were vague traces in front of Du Lin's eyes.

He just felt like a puppet on a string, throwing the whip in his hand to the ground voluntarily...

The black-haired youth stepped into the bathroom.

In the pool water with the bewitching aroma of wine, he kissed the boy he raised with his own hands.

The wet mist spread to the face little by little, itching very much.

"Don't move... Dad, don't move, I will kiss you softly."

The protagonist Shou Xia Zhi kissed his cheek, slowly recovering the tenderness of stripping nature.

"You'll love it... durin."

The last salutation was brisk and gentle, with a strangely childish air about it.

It made it impossible for Du Lin to tell whether this was reality or a dream.

The hug is extraordinarily lingering, with a strong temptation.

It is indeed very comfortable.

It seems that the soul has fallen into the abyss.

It also prevented him from delving into that weird memory.

【Host……】

The mechanical voice beside his ear was still calling him persistently.

【Wake up quickly...】

……Who on earth is it?

Du Lin was a little confused.

At the end, the protagonist Shou Xia Zhi smiled, and gently bit the tip of the black-haired young man's tall, pretty nose.

It was as if the two adopted and were adopted, abused and abused were reversed.

But it was true.

Originally... In this completely remodeled dungeon, Du Lin, who was pulled out and modified his memory, was his bird in the cage.

"You're so good, Dad."

The protagonist, Shou Xia Zhi, the Lord of the Abyss, rubbed the beautiful lines of Du Lin's neck with full dependence.

"I also felt very comfortable when you smoked me. I couldn't bear to follow the original plot... Let you kill me with your own hands and turn into a red-clothed ghost to torture you."

"At that time, durin, you will definitely cry from the cold touch."

"The eyes that are always indifferent and cold are soaked with crystal clear tears of fear...but they are beautiful and attractive."

The boy muttered to himself.

After staying in the bathtub for a long time, Xia Zhi slowly raised his head and looked at the vibrating mobile phone on the sink until he slowly wiped off the wet water droplets on the young man's body.

The name displayed on the text message is Du Lin's eldest brother in this dungeon - "Du Yanjun".

A small tonic to increase the realism of Doolin's "memory".

Human beings must have relatives.

During the establishment of the copy character template, the Lord of the Abyss thought so.

He wants to give durin a real, gentle and livable dungeon environment.

——In this way... durin won't think about leaving him.

The protagonist Shou Xia Zhi clicked on the top of the screen and looked at the text inside.

"Du Lin...Xiao Lin, why didn't you answer my call?"

The indifferent and authoritarian man who had a complete desire to control Du Lin asked sternly.

In the past few years, after Du Lin adopted the protagonist to suffer from the "Xia Zhi", he has been thinking about how to kill this scourge in a way that will not make his younger brother suspicious.

In order to protect Du Lin, and to satisfy his thoughts of being surrounded by dangerous emotions, Du Yanjun has been secretly spying on his younger brother...

Like a dark shadow haunting the darkness for a long time.

A thin photo in a drawer can't satisfy him at all.

The same goes for tonight.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 45: Dungeon plot exploration rate: [-]%——]

But the eldest brother did not expect that through the remote telescope, he would see his beloved younger brother Du Lin... full of alcohol and uncontrollably crying.

It almost broke his heart.

Crying again for Deng Fanchuan... that damned man.

"I'm so worried about you, hurry up and answer your brother's call! Now is not the time to be willful! I saw you reeking of alcohol and entered the villa with a whip..."

"Xiaolin, Xiaolin—"

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Cannon Fodder Attacking Du Yanjun: Favorability: 65%——Blackening Value: 54%——]

[Character's statement: Brother... I'm really worried about you. 】

The protagonist Shou Xia Zhi's mouth hooked slightly.

Delete those text messages one after another.

"Don't worry...durin, Dad, I will take good care of him."

he said softly.

"As for you, you can only wait until the night when I was killed by durin and turned into a red-clothed ghost."

——"Be a scapegoat obediently."