After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 14: Let Me Take a Bite

The night was dark and heavy, and the pitch-black villa was so shrouded in darkness that one couldn’t see their own hand in front of them.

Upstairs, in a bedroom, moonlight filtered through a half-open window, casting a silvery glow upon the woman lying on the bed. Her long, silky golden hair spread out across the blanket, her profile was strikingly defined, and her makeup was bold and dramatic. Her lips were full and dewy, and she slept in peaceful tranquility.

It was a scene so serene and beautiful that one wouldn’t bear to disturb it.

A gentle night breeze brushed past, causing the half-open window to sway slightly. A wisp of black mist drifted in.

The curtains, which had been securely tied, suddenly loosened. The heavy fabric seemed to be tugged open by an unseen hand, accompanied by the faintest rustle. The moonlight from outside was completely cut off.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness, and the air carried an intangible presence. Slowly, the corner of the blanket caved in—as if someone had just taken a seat at the edge of the bed.

A strand of the woman’s golden hair was lifted by an unseen hand. Suspended in the air, it was brought close in the darkness, where someone inhaled deeply. A whisper, barely audible, drifted through the air:

“So fragrant...”

But it seemed that wasn’t enough. The presence on the bed crept forward, inch by inch, moving closer behind the woman until it finally lay down beside her. The mattress sank further, as though a tall man had settled in, pulling the woman possessively into his embrace.

“Filia...”

Bo Jingmo was on the verge of madness. He had never smelled anything this intoxicating before. He had only intended to sit at the edge of the bed and watch her, but the closer he got, the more he realized—he was beyond saving. The overwhelming fragrance wrapped around him, drowning him, and his desire for the woman only intensified. He wanted to claim her.

Simply looking was no longer enough.

His hand slipped under the blanket, carefully encircling the woman’s waist. His movements were feather-light, as if afraid to wake her, but even so, he couldn't suppress the satisfied sigh that escaped his lips.

Lowering his head, he took in the scent of her hair, then slowly trailed downward—breathing in her face, her neck. His nose brushed lightly against the hollow of her collarbone, and his eyes narrowed in pleasure.

Visit ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience.

But it still wasn’t enough.

He wanted more.

Bo Jingmo licked his sharp fangs, his pitch-black pupils gleaming with unrestrained madness in the darkness. His last shred of reason burned away.

Rising slightly, he flipped over and pressed his body against hers. Like an addict, he greedily inhaled the scent of the woman beneath him. His dark, ink-colored hair tangled with her golden strands, entwined inseparably.

“You smell so good... I want to devour you...”

“Let me eat your soul, won’t you...?”

But the woman remained still, eyes closed, her breathing soft and even—as though she was still deep in sleep. There was no response to Bo Jingmo’s murmuring.

It was as if he had truly been stripped of his consciousness, like a ghost in the story, left with only the most primal of desires.

His gaze swept over her face—her eyes, her nose—before finally landing on her lips, plump and red as ripe fruit. His Adam’s apple bobbed. As though bewitched, he lowered his head, unable to stop himself, and gently licked the corner of her lips.

At the moment of contact, his entire body tensed. His grip around her waist instinctively tightened, his pupils flashing with an intense, ravenous hunger—like a starving beast finally tasting its most coveted prey. A low growl of excitement rumbled from his throat.

Like a child discovering a new toy, Bo Jingmo narrowed his eyes, experimentally licking her lips again and again. His movements were both cautious and obsessed.

Ghosts weren’t meant to have human desires. But at this moment, Bo Jingmo was overwhelmed by an unbearable longing to feel her skin against his.

He wanted to merge her into his very bones, never to be separated—even in death, she would belong only to him.

His lips trailed down to the hollow of her neck, leaving cool, shallow kisses upon her skin. It was as if he had no concern that she might wake.

But Bo Jingmo had changed his mind. He wasn’t going to consume her soul anymore.

Not only was he reluctant to, but he had also realized—what a waste it would be to simply devour her like that.

Besides, he had found a much more interesting way to "consume" this woman.

His gaze darkened as he slowly parted his lips. His sharp fangs gleamed in the air before pressing teasingly against the delicate skin of her neck.

He didn’t bite down. Instead, he traced the sensitive spot with slow, deliberate motions, almost as if savoring it.

“Let me take a bite, hmm?”

His voice was soft, coaxing. “It won’t hurt, I promise. Just be good and let me bite you.”

His husky whisper lingered in the air, filled with an uncontrollable hunger. So lost in his own insanity, he failed to notice—

The woman, who was supposed to be sound asleep, had silently opened her eyes.

Her crystal-blue gaze was calm, devoid of any trace of drowsiness.

Feeling the touch at the crook of her neck, Yu Li’s lips curled into a silent smile.

Bo Jingmo, oh, Bo Jingmo… even if you’ve lost your memory, so what?

She slowly closed her eyes again, allowing him to leave his mark on her neck. Her lips never stopped curving, and her fingers moved ever so slightly, reaching for the strands of his long, dark hair that had fallen onto the bed.

She caught a lock between her fingertips and idly played with it.

She knew Bo Jingmo too well. From the moment that wisp of black mist appeared, she knew he had set his sights on her.

But that was only natural. After all—

Psychopaths always attract each other.

Especially when certain people were starting to lose their minds.

—

As the first rays of morning sunlight spilled across Yu Li’s face, she opened her eyes. Her gaze landed on the curtains, which had been neatly tied back in place. She raised a brow in mild surprise.

He even remembered to reset the scene?

Stretching lazily, she sat up and called out, “System.”

“Sis! I’m here!”

The system materialized instantly, its voice brimming with excitement—eager to report what had happened overnight. But the moment it saw the marks on her neck, its tone wavered.

“Sis, did you get bitten by a mosquito?!”

The system was a very honest AI. When it said it would stay hidden, it really did—without peeking even once.

Yu Li paused for a second before walking over to the vanity mirror. She lifted her chin, examining the faint red marks on her neck. Her fingers brushed over them, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

That’s a familiar mark.

“It’s nothing. It’ll fade soon.”

She dismissed it casually, sitting down in front of the mirror and pinning up her long hair. Then, turning to the system, she asked, “What were the chat comments like last night?”

Hearing this, the system remembered its task and eagerly projected a light screen for her to see.

After scanning the comments, Yu Li quickly pieced together what had happened.

No wonder the system was so worked up—the plot had taken a turn.

Apparently, after everyone had gone to sleep, Joeci had suddenly opened her door and walked out. The noise woke Elia, and remembering Jodie’s warning, she and her husband decided to follow her instead of confronting her directly.

They tracked Joeci all the way to the lake.

There, she stood at the water’s edge, murmuring eerie things—“When will you wake up?” “I’ve already found you a perfect body.”

Not only was she speaking, but she was also gesturing wildly, her hands flailing in excitement.

The couple was completely freaked out.

At first, it seemed like sleepwalking—but remembering what Jodie had said, Giovini and Elia couldn’t shake the feeling that something sinister was at play.

So they decided to call in a priest.

Yu Li guessed that the "perfect body" Joeci mentioned was probably Jodie.

As she scrolled through the chat comments, she noticed a few that stood out and couldn't resist raising an eyebrow as she swiped down to read them.

【Why haven’t we seen Bo Jingmo? Where did he go?】

【Yeah, normally by now he’d be on a killing spree. Why is he so quiet this time? Could it be that his powers are too weak?】

【Even though his past indiscriminate killings were bad, if he keeps not killing, his score will drop even more.】

【Wasn’t he supposed to kill the neighbor? Give us some footage! I want to see it!】

【Tonight’s been so peaceful. Guess no one’s dying this time.】

【Oh yeah! The gorgeous neighbor survived another night.】

【What if he did show up but just didn’t kill anyone? Maybe Bo Jingmo got distracted by beauty instead. (hehehe)】

【CP fans upstairs are dreaming again.】

【Maybe his powers aren’t strong enough yet. Didn’t he just wake up? He’s still weak, right? Maybe the neighbor’s time is up tomorrow.】

Yu Li chuckled softly but didn’t respond. She dismissed the light screen and stood up, patting the system beside her.

“Looks like we should head out and make our presence known,” she said casually.

And while she was at it, she’d figure out exactly what kind of atrocities this body had committed.