After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 38: That Wasn’t an Accident, It Was His Deepest Desire

Late at night, in a pitch-black luxury apartment.

Moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the photo on the table.

Suddenly, a slender hand reached out from the shadows and picked up the photo without warning.

In the dim night, the man’s tall, lean figure remained striking. He lowered his head, slowly scanning the photo, then looked up at the tightly shut bedroom door. His dark pupils were shadowed with unreadable emotions.

Words from a woman flashed through his mind, and Bo Jingmo’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“What a case of love unfulfilled.”

The memories he had received contained no trace of the other party being deeply in love with him.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

His eyes flickered slightly, and in the next second, his figure vanished from the living room.

The photo drifted slowly to the ground, and silence returned as if nothing had ever happened.

When Yu Li opened her eyes again, she found herself back at Holy Wings High School. The scene before her was eerily familiar—it was still last night’s spirit-summoning game.

Sheets of paper were spread across the table, two candles burned beside them in the exact same arrangement, and the pen stood upright in the center, defying gravity despite no one holding it.

It was as if some invisible force was enticing someone to grasp it.

The candles crackled softly in the air, the surrounding silence was suffocating, and the system in her mind reminded her that there were no cameras at the moment.

Yu Li tilted her head slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Interesting.

Mimicking her previous actions, she reached out and grasped the pen.

But this time, before she could even begin to recite any incantations, a cold touch landed on her shoulder. A hand pressed down on her, and instantly, her body became completely immobile.

At the same time, someone leaned in close to her ear.

The man's cold breath ghosted over her neck, slipping down her collar, sending a chill deep into her bones.

His hair brushed lightly against her skin. If this were the old Qing Li, she would have already been trembling in fear.

After all, experiencing these terrifying dreams every night—any normal person would be scared.

Especially someone with a guilty conscience.

Yet Yu Li’s eyes gleamed slightly, filled with anticipation.

This was the first time she had faced her little boyfriend while he was fully conscious inside the instance.

The man didn’t see Yu Li’s expression. He only felt her body tremble slightly, mistaking it for fear, and let out a low chuckle.

“Didn’t you say I’m your boyfriend? I’m here to see you now—aren’t you happy?”

His voice, still in the deep yet clear tone of his youth, was so pleasant it made people want to close their eyes and bask in it.

Though he had died years ago and his appearance remained that of a teenager, the aura he carried after being a ghost for so long was no different from the real-world Bo Jingmo.

Yu Li couldn’t move her body, but at least she could still talk. She deliberately imitated his tone and replied slowly,

“Of course I’m happy. My boyfriend came to see me—why wouldn’t I be?”

Bo Jingmo hadn’t expected her to say that. He paused briefly, then lowered his gaze with a faint laugh.

“You’re even calmer than I thought.”

No wonder she had managed to deceive Jiang Xi and the others.

He straightened slightly, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her neck. His cold fingertips brushed over her skin, faintly sensing the warmth pulsing through the blood vessels beneath.

Suppressing the urge to sink his teeth into her, Bo Jingmo’s gaze darkened. His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, and his grip slowly tightened—his fingers gently circling her neck.

The motion looked dangerous, filled with murderous intent, yet in reality, his fingertips were merely stroking the delicate skin.

He asked, “Qing Li, why don’t I remember us being together?”

Yu Li blinked. “Then you must have amnesia.”

Heaven knows, she wasn’t lying.

Unfortunately, someone didn’t think the same way.

Hearing those familiar words a second time, Bo Jingmo’s actions faltered slightly, his eyes momentarily dazed.

Once, a woman had told him the same thing—

“You’ve just lost your memory. You’re actually my husband.”

And that woman had been the one who killed him.

Now, another woman, one who carried an alluring scent, was telling him, “You have amnesia.”

One after another—was this something the system had deliberately set up for him?

Bo Jingmo’s gaze turned cold. The logic he had momentarily lost due to her scent snapped back into place, and his voice suddenly dropped to an icy, emotionless tone.

“Is that so? Well, since I don’t remember, then none of it matters anymore.”

Yu Li: “......”

…Doesn’t. Matter. Anymore?

Bo, don’t regret this.

She much preferred this crazy bastard when he was losing his mind—it was much cuter than this forced composure.

He always put on an act when he was sober. Even back when she was chasing him, he was the same—his words and actions never aligned.

Yu Li could accept saving her little boyfriend.

But that didn’t mean she was willing to chase him again.

She had already been spoiled by Bo Jingmo’s affection—she couldn’t stand the thought of being wronged.

Besides, in the instance, if the man didn’t cooperate, it would be hard for her to keep up her act.

Tch, how should I make him lose control?

Her gaze landed on the pen on the table, eyes flickering with thought.

Bo Jingmo, not hearing a response from Yu Li, frowned. Had he said something too harsh? Just as he was about to speak, the woman suddenly chuckled.

“Bo Jingmo, do you want to play the spirit-summoning game again?”

“What?” His eyes shifted to the props on the table. “What do you want to ask me?”

But Yu Li said, “No, you’re the one asking me.”

Hearing this, Bo Jingmo froze before frowning.

What kind of trick was this woman trying to play?

Just as he was about to refuse, he heard her continue,

“Of course, if you don’t want to play, there’s nothing I can do. It’s up to you.”

Though she spoke with a smile, Bo Jingmo inexplicably felt… an overwhelming sense of danger.

A feeling that if he refused—he’d be doomed.

“……”

After a few seconds of silence, Yu Li felt the grip on her neck loosen. A low, obscure voice brushed against her ear.

“I’ll play.”

The night darkened, and the wind fell silent.

Boundless darkness swallowed the school, filling every inch with a suffocating stillness. But beneath the teaching building, the scene was entirely different.

Yu Li sat in a chair as a man’s body leaned in from behind, his presence completely surrounding her.

In the dim candlelight, their overlapping shadows stretched along the floor, shrouded in an intimate aura.

The man slowly lowered his head, reaching out to grasp the pen on the table.

His skin was unnaturally pale and translucent, like crystalline snow, exuding an icy chill. Beneath the surface, faint blue veins were clearly visible—completely devoid of any trace of life.

Unlike before, when Bo Jingmo had held the upper hand.

This time, Yu Li was on top.

She chuckled softly and slowly placed her hand back down, her fingertips seemingly brushing past the man’s wrist unintentionally, sending an unfamiliar sensation rippling through his skin.

The moment her soft, warm palm covered his cold hand, Bo Jingmo’s body tensed abruptly, his pupils shrinking as an involuntary shudder ran through him. He wasn’t sure if it was rejection or… excitement.

He twitched his fingertips, but in the next second, the woman’s grip tightened.

"Don’t move, boyfriend."

She spoke with a smile, tilting her head slightly to look at him. "Or else, I won’t be able to hold the pen properly."

The candlelight flickered, its glow casting shifting shadows over her stunning features. Strands of chestnut-colored hair cascaded down, and her expression was languid—appearing even more enchantingly eerie in the night.

Yet her eyes, as they looked at him, held nothing but warmth and affectionate laughter.

Bo Jingmo was momentarily dazed, unconsciously drawn into her gaze, and his hand obediently stayed still.

Yu Li’s fox-like eyes curved slightly, a captivating smile teasing at the corners, her expression seemingly designed to tempt the soul.

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke, letting the silent tension swirl in the air, weaving an intricate web of intimacy.

No one knew how long it lasted before the woman slowly leaned in, gradually closing the distance between them. Just a few centimeters apart, so close that if either of them lowered their heads, their lips would brush.

Her gaze deliberately lingered on his lips, and she let out a light, teasing laugh. "Good boy."

"Now, it’s your turn to ask me a question."

She smells so good.

Bo Jingmo’s body stiffened, his mind echoing only this thought.

She smelled intoxicatingly sweet.

With every word she spoke, the alluring fragrance on her body intensified, growing richer, more overwhelming.

His gaze locked onto her lips as they moved, his eyes darkening, an undercurrent of turmoil brewing beneath his calm exterior.

Something within him was beginning to spiral out of control—logic clashing violently with desire.

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One voice told him, She’s lying to you. She’s a fraud. Don’t believe a single word she says. Kill her now before it’s too late.

The other voice whispered seductively, Forget everything. Give in to what you really want. Lean in, kiss her, claim her without hesitation.

After all, she’s just an NPC. Just a game character, isn’t she…?

…A game?

A faint glint of red flashed through his eyes as his Adam’s apple bobbed. His pupils were as dark as a bottomless abyss, and his voice came out hoarse, laced with something unidentifiable.

"Are you… really Qing Li?"

She wasn’t Qing Li.

…Was she Filia?

No. That wasn’t right.

Who was she, really?

Bo Jingmo’s mind was in chaos, his rationality fraying at the edges. A dull throbbing pulsed at his temples as alarms blared inside his head—every remaining sliver of reason screaming at him to stay away from this woman.

He regretted agreeing to this.

Desperate to regain control, he instinctively tried to pull his hand away.

But at that moment, the woman’s grip tightened, her gaze lazily sweeping over his face as a smirk tugged at her lips.

"What’s wrong?"

Meeting her calm and composed gaze, Bo Jingmo’s pupils contracted.

And in that instant—he understood.

This woman… she was deliberately provoking him.

But why? How could she possibly know?

Before Bo Jingmo could recover from his shock, she suddenly leaned closer, tilting her head to expose the slender curve of her neck. Her pale skin was left completely vulnerable in the open air, and she let out a light, teasing laugh.

"You’re staring at me like you want to bite me. Want to have a taste?"

The scent of sweet, tempting blood was right before him.

The candlelight reflected in Bo Jingmo’s eyes, staining them a deep crimson. His breath grew heavy, his body tensed, and his gaze locked onto her with an unrelenting intensity.

Like a starving stray dog catching sight of the most delicious bone—his eyes instantly gleamed with a feral hunger, desperate to pounce.

But Bo Jingmo had been wrong all along.

He always thought that what had happened in the last instance was an accident. Or perhaps a trick played by the system.

But it had never been an accident.

It was his deepest, most primal desire.

A craving that had long since taken root and festered in the depths of his soul.

He wanted this woman.

He wanted everything about her.

Both her body and her soul—he longed to possess them completely.

His eyes darkened with unrecognizable emotions. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his mind clouded with nothing but want.

He had forgotten why he had even come here in the first place.

Following the purest, most unfiltered instinct, he leaned in—slowly closing the distance between his lips and her exposed neck.

But just as he was about to make contact, Yu Li suddenly let out a mocking scoff and leaned back.

"What, you actually took it seriously?"

In an instant, Bo Jingmo’s eyes turned blood-red.