QT: Against My Will

Edited by Psycho S.

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Bing Shi debated with Xuan Mu as she let out a sigh, “It feels nice to win against those who are way above my league. Do you think Mo Luwei was pressured by everyone to perform his very best because he’s called a genius?”

“No, he’s just your average cocky bastard. Don’t think too deeply about him,” Xuan Mu would take a spear out of his space and mutter with a displeased frown, “He had a sad past, but in this life, who doesn’t have that?”

“Well, that’s true,” Bing Shi agreed with Xuan Mu as she retrieved her staff.

With his spear, Xuan Mu suddenly cut the safety net’s support and apathetically, he watched as the man’s body descended into a balcony below.

The man’s screaming suddenly became louder and more high pitched until his body roughly impacted with the balcony’s surface.

Over and over again, the man was forced to repeat this process. He had to jump on the next balcony within a certain time limit, and if he failed to do so...

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Just looking down at the height, he shivered. He was going to die...

The worst thing about this was not being seen or heard by anybody. He had a phone but, when he tried to call his friends, or his family, nobody would pick up to answer him. The first time when he was able to get through, hope had risen in his heart until it was abruptly crushed when he asked for help. Nobody responded to his pleas...

He had even tried to call the police but, like his friends and family, they wouldn’t pick up his calls. On the occasions when he passed somebody on the balcony, he would plead for their help. His heart sank when his hand went through their bodies. Despair enveloped him completely.

He knew he wasn’t a ghost; his heart was still beating, but he didn’t know what the hell was happening. He only knew that he was feeling this awful pain in his legs and when he tried to jump onto a balcony, his bones would creak and groan in protest. His lungs were burning and it felt like he was drowning in his own sweat.

Let’s not even mention the two, psychopathic lunatics who would torture him relentlessly. When he tried to go anywhere other than the balconies (like inside of the apartments), he would be forced to go back to the first balcony he was on. When he couldn’t make it to a certain balcony within the time limit they set, he would also restart all over again. Much to his despair, he couldn’t see this ending, or getting help at all...

Xua Pu thought about his host’s biggest trump card: her husband. All he ever saw, up until now, was the busy Xuan Mu tending to his own problems and business. Bing Shi was only a bit more cost-efficient than Xuan Mu when it came to managing the business? Hmpf! His host didn’t spend even one-tenth of the resources of what Xuan Mu would need to spend! Hmpf! No wonder Kuro bragged about her so much! He also felt like bragging about the host! Today, Bing Shi was a bit exhausted and so, she let her husband take care of her business but this... her husband was wasting his super powers too much!

“You know what?” Bing Shi sat at the edge of the rooftop, looking over the night city below her feet while listening to Silika’s ex’s desperate cries for help, “It’s not the fall that is scary... it’s the sudden stop at the bottom that’s scary.”

Silika’s ex was so occupied by his fear of heights that he stopped paying attention to her words and his surroundings.

Xuan Mu sat next to Bing Shi and give her a warm cup of milk, “Want to get drunk?”

“Wanna, wanna,” Bing Shi took a big gulp and breathed out, “Whew.”

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After what felt like an eternity, Silika’s ex finally reached the bottom of the building. But not only had he reached the bottom of the building, he would also reach the bottom of his life in more than one way...

As the police and ambulance came to his rescue, nobody noticed the couple that was sitting at the top of another building, like shadows in the darkness, concealed from everyone’s sight.

“There is a bomb in my tummy,” Bing Shi called out with her eyes closed, resting her shoulder against his. She would hum as she lay her head against his.

“Look at you, getting all sleepy and drunk-like a baby,” Xuan Mu caressed her stomach, not bothering to open his eyes either, “Come to me.”

Bing Shi snuggled closer, groping his stomach. He realised with amusement that she was comparing their tummy sizes, “My bomb is bigger.” When her hand traced lower, she stopped, “I take it back.”

He held her hand in place, “You’re just asking to be bent over my lap.”

“Why? I’m only telling the truth?” she asked innocently. There was something about him that made her want to throw her independence away, give him all her worries, and just kneel before him to receive the sweet punishment; his loving care, his tender devotion, his whole-hearted commitment.

“For stating the obvious,” he answered, frustrated yet amused.

The excess of milk made them so milk-drunk that they couldn’t keep their eyes open. But, when they did open their eyes, they would have a huge smile that wouldn’t go away. Such a smile was sweet and genuine; such a smile was dedicated for only the other; this smile, tender and loving and all things sweet, was their own little secret.

They would slowly start leaning forwards so their faces would become closer. In doing so, they would quietly giggle foolishly as they licked away the big white mustache which formed around their upper lips.

Xuan Mu placed his hand behind her head, parting her lips, his tongue gave her a promise of realness, signifying that he was awake, connected within.

A million thoughts, centered around his love only for her and her love for him, was made obvious in this moment: their kiss matched the fiery lights streaking across the black skies in diffusing blue streaks, lifting both their hearts heavenwards.

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A few days later...

Mo Luwei found a way to keep Silika’s entire salary under the excuse that she had to repay her debts. It was a good move from him to cut her streams of income. If an average person was in her shoes, they would either commit suicide or turn into his slave.

On the movie set, everybody applauded themselves with wide grins. The director gave out some notes and recommendations. After a few grateful words that were obviously sincere to certain people and insincere to others, he dismissed everybody with a shout.

It was 22:30 PM when Bing Shi walked out of the projection room. The studio PR agent asked her to answer a few questions of the journalists that were in here for half a day, but only now were they allowed to give out questions. She managed to answer a few questions, made a dozen selfies, and signed some autographs.

The company didn’t allow Silika to keep any social media as they were afraid for her reputation. She could only post things after she gained their approval. This was, quite honestly, an understandable move on the company’s part.

Sometimes talent wouldn’t matter as much as the personality of an artist. One could be the most beautiful and amazing singer in the world, but if their character was shit, nobody would like them. That was why agencies put so much focus on an artist’s public image.

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One day, Silika Lin refused a huge bouquet of roses from president Mo; his sudden show of interest caused another sensation in the internet and, with glee, some companies threw up grand headlines that caught the attention of certain people.

Mo Luwei wanted to make the people who kidnapped Su Min believe that they had taken the wrong woman. At the same time, he was also trying to repay Silika for saving his life, even if the way he was going about it was wrong...

Did he care that he was endangering Silika’s life by bringing so much attention to her? No, not at all. He was doing this for Min’er. Besides, that woman, Silika, needed to be put in place for being so ungrateful... She may have saved his life, but not once has she thanked him for paying off her debts.

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