Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Su Tang's body had an average tolerance for alcohol. Competing in a drinking game with a god like Death, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, could only end one way.

She got drunk.

Drunk, the little thing was docile and obedient. She simply looked at him quietly, her emerald eyes blinking.

Death chuckled. "So beautiful?"

Su Tang rested her chin on her hand, her eyes full of sincerity. "Beautiful." Then, as if afraid he wouldn't believe her, she added, "My Lord is the most beautiful god in the world."

Death didn't know how drunk she actually was, and he didn't take her words to heart. He simply said, "Since you're drunk, go to sleep."

Hearing this, Su Tang frowned, her face full of refusal. "No, I haven't looked enough yet." Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, she suddenly stood up from her chair and walked towards Death. "My Lord, have you ever considered changing your style of clothing? Black suits you very well, but I think… a change of color, a change of mood."

Death raised an eyebrow, his voice betraying no emotion. "Little thing, your courage has grown quite a bit."

Hearing this, Su Tang licked her lips. "I can be even bolder, it just depends on whether My Lord can accept it."

Death felt she was provoking him and scoffed. "Whether I can accept it or not, you can certainly try."

He wanted to see just how far this little one would go.

Su Tang thought this made perfect sense. She firmly believed that to complete a task, one had to break through boundaries.

For example, Death always wore his black divine robe. If one day he were willing to take it off, it would represent a new beginning for him. This new beginning might be related to her. Su Tang, having worked on this task for so long, had already become indifferent. At first, she had refused to be with the male lead, but now, if it meant being in a relationship, so be it. She could give him her all within the limited time she had.

Alcohol can make people impulsive. Su Tang, soft and boneless, sat in Death's lap. She smiled, one hand restlessly touching his chest. While her actions were like those of a little temptress, her eyes remained clear.

"My Lord, may I borrow something from you?"

Death stared at her intently. He didn't move a muscle, maintaining the same posture as before, but his dark eyes flowed with indescribable emotions.

"What do you want to borrow?" His voice was hoarse, and if one listened carefully, they could detect a hint of danger, different from his usual tone.

However, Su Tang was drunk. Not only did she not find anything wrong with his words, she even praised him. "Wow, My Lord is so generous. Then I won't be polite." With that, her restless hands moved down and pulled out his belt.

Death's forehead twitched. He was about to grab her hand when the little temptress nimbly untied his outer robe.

"…Damn."

This little temptress, did she even know what she was doing?

Su Tang actually did know what she was doing. After removing his black divine robe, she proceeded to unbutton her own clothes.

Death's forehead wasn't just twitching now; the color of his eyes had changed, and a boundless dark fire burned within their depths.

This little temptress was playing with fire!

Su Tang still had clothes on underneath, but they were close-fitting, accentuating her exquisite curves. For her, this wasn't a big deal, just revealing some arms and legs. But for Death, it was different. His breathing grew heavy, and the dark fire in his eyes intensified.

But he still held back. He didn't intervene, but quietly watched her antics.

Death's black divine robe was made of silk. It hung loosely on Su Tang, seeming to cover everything, yet with every movement, it seemed to reveal everything. Her delicate collarbone, her white and rounded shoulders, and further down, her long and slender legs—all of it was driving him to the edge of his sanity.

Yet, the little temptress remained oblivious, continuing her dance.

Yes, the drunken Su Tang remembered the times when she was a little black cat, forced to wear little dresses to please him. Now, she was in human form.

Unlike the awkwardness of the little black cat, this time, she was completely unrestrained.

Death never knew his little kitten could be so alluring and enchanting.

He lowered his gaze, not daring to look any further. He was afraid of losing control, afraid of hurting this audacious little one.

"Has anyone else seen this dance?"

His low, husky voice carried a thick sense of danger. If the little one said yes, he would immediately gouge out that person's eyes and kill them without hesitation.

"Just you," Su Tang giggled, then asked, "My Lord, do you remember when the little black cat danced for you once? But you disliked it, so I thought… I should work harder."

This effort nearly cost him his life.

Death certainly remembered the little black cat dancing for him. But compared to now, the little black cat's dance back then was clumsy and comical, unlike now, where she was a captivating enchantress!

Death was used to being arrogant. So, when the little black cat finished dancing back then, although he secretly laughed, he refused to admit he enjoyed it and even expressed his disapproval.

He didn't expect the little one to take it seriously and even practice secretly.

The little one's skin was delicate and fair, and wearing his black divine robe made her skin look even more flawless and perfect, making him restless, wanting to leave his mark on her.

He took a deep breath. He would never stoop to taking advantage of someone.

When Su Tang finished her dance, beads of sweat dotted her forehead, dampening the fine hairs on her brow. Below, her emerald eyes glistened with moisture, and her pink lips were now a vibrant red. At first glance, she looked as if she had just finished something indescribable.

Death took a deep breath, cursing the little one under his breath. But Su Tang pressed her advantage, leaning her head closer. "My Lord, look, I've been so bold as to show you. In the spirit of reciprocity, shouldn't you also change a little?"

They were so close that Death could feel her hot breath on his skin.

"Stay away from me." He abruptly stood up, but as he moved, he realized a change in himself.

He was a god, but also a man. The girl he loved had just performed such a dance in front of him. If he remained indifferent, he would be a saint.

But the little temptress, unaware of the danger, leaned in again. "My Lord, why are you suddenly afraid?"

The veins on Death's forehead throbbed. It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle the consequences!

"You, stay away!"

He gritted his teeth as he spoke. He thought he would have to struggle with her for a while longer, but who knew, this heartless little thing would grab his clothes, fall onto the bed, and start snoring.

Death: …

Death: ???

Death was dumbfounded. This was a classic case of flirting and running, utterly despicable!

One moment he was worried about hurting her, the next, this little one was sleeping without a care in the world. He was so angry he laughed.

"Persephone!"

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