I’m Supposed to Be the Villain, So Why Are the Dragon Kings Beautiful Women? - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The Opening Move Is Giving the Dragon King a Foot Massage!

“Chen Ran, today is the day you die!”

With that furious roar, countless cracks spread across the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jiangzhou’s top-floor revolving restaurant.

Cold air howled from the air conditioner, and terrifying killing intent swept through the entire hall.

Dozens of Jiangzhou’s powerful elites were crushed until their knees went weak. None of them even dared to breathe too loudly.

At the center of the hall, a young man in a black trench coat stood with his hands behind his back. The corner of his mouth tilted crookedly as he looked down on everyone with arrogant disdain.

His name was Ye Chen, the War God Dragon King who had returned from overseas. At that moment, he was glaring with the whites of his eyes at Chen Ran, who had collapsed on the floor.

Chen Ran gasped heavily, sweat soaking through his custom-made shirt.

What the hell was going on?!

All he had done was stay up late reading some old-school urban power fantasy novel and casually complain, “This Dragon King collects a whole harem but only looks and never touches. Is he a eunuch or what?”

In the end, the moment he closed and opened his eyes, he transmigrated into the villainous young master who would not survive past three chapters!

Just then, the yellow-haired lackey beside Chen Ran jumped out to show his loyalty. He pointed at Ye Chen and cursed at the top of his lungs, “Where did this stray dog come from? How dare you bark in front of Young Master Chen—”

“Shut up! Damn your whole family!” Chen Ran’s legs nearly gave out from fright. He wished he could sew that yellow-haired idiot’s mouth shut on the spot.

However, it was already too late.

“You’re courting death.” A blood-red gleam flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. 

Without even moving a finger, the yellow-haired lackey’s chest caved in. He spat blood and flew more than 10 meters backward before collapsing unconscious on the spot.

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

“Next, it’s your turn!” Ye Chen raised his right hand. Violent true Qi gathered in his palm, making the surrounding air crack and explode.

In the original novel, the original owner of this body had been killed right here by Ye Chen, his skull shattered with one palm strike. Afterward, he was chopped into pieces and thrown into the river to feed the turtles.

Just as Chen Ran thought he was about to die right after landing in this world, an emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang inside his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host is facing a life-or-death crisis. The Villain Fortune Plundering System has been successfully bound.]

[Detected that the current Son of Destiny, Ye Chen, is gathering true Qi and preparing to show off.]

[Beginner mission issued: Host, please step forward immediately, hug Ye Chen’s left leg in public, forcibly remove his shoe and sock, and vigorously massage his Yongquan acupoint for 30 seconds.]

[Mission reward: 1,000 Fortune Points and one Tendon-Cleansing Marrow-Washing Pill.]

[Mission failure penalty: Instant death on the spot. Your ashes will be scattered into the sewer.]

Chen Ran’s pupils trembled. His entire body went numb.

What the hell? Damn you, System!

I am the dignified young master of Jiangzhou’s financial elite, a pure straight man of steel, and you want me to take off a man’s shoe and massage his foot? At a critical moment when I could be slapped into minced meat at any second, you want me to touch some rough man’s stinky foot?!

[Warning! This action is not suggestive teasing. It is a supreme mystical technique used to sever the true dragon’s earthly meridian Qi. The Yongquan acupoint is the root of the human body’s earthly meridians. Massaging this acupoint can forcibly interrupt the Son of Destiny’s true Qi circulation and destroy his show-off aura. This conforms to villain logic.]

[Countdown begins: 3, 2…]

What kind of nonsense is “severing earthly meridian Qi”? Who taught you how to make things up like this?!

“Chen Ran, die!” Ye Chen roared, and his palm came crashing down with terrifying force.

“Damn it, I’m going all in!”

At the brink of life and death, Chen Ran widened his eyes and decisively made his move.

Instead of retreating, he charged forward. His knees bent, and he slid straight between Ye Chen’s legs.

Under the horrified gazes of every guest present, Chen Ran wrapped his arms tightly around Ye Chen’s left leg.

“What are you doing?!” Ye Chen’s expression changed drastically. The true Qi that had locked onto Chen Ran instantly scattered, and his palm froze abruptly in midair.

Chen Ran did not give him any chance to react. His hands clamped around Ye Chen’s ankle, and he quickly yanked off his leather shoe and cotton sock.

The moment he touched it, it felt warm, smooth, and soft.

Chen Ran froze for an instant.

This feeling was way too damn strange! Why was this foot so delicate? It was fair and clear, without even a single callus. Not only was there no bad smell at all, there was even a faint rose fragrance coming from it!

Chen Ran complained wildly in his heart. Is this seriously the foot a Shura War God should have? A man who supposedly fought overseas all year and commanded 100,000 soldiers?!

He had no time to think further. Chen Ran’s thumb pressed accurately against the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of Ye Chen’s foot, and he used all his strength to knead it like mad.

“Outrageous! You—”

Ye Chen flew into a rage. 

By instinct, he wanted to mobilize his true Qi and kick this ant to pieces. But with his Yongquan acupoint being gripped, he was horrified to discover that not only had his true Qi scattered, a strange sensation was also rushing from the sole of his foot straight to the crown of his head.

As the mighty Shura War God, he absolutely could not lose control in front of everyone.

Ye Chen bit his lower lip, clenched his fists tightly, and tried to force himself to endure it. But that strange stimulation came in wave after wave. His legs, which could shatter a tank with one kick, could not muster even the slightest strength.

At last, the War God broke.

“Ah… mm!”

A strange muffled groan, carrying a trace of delicate weakness, slipped from between Ye Chen’s lips. His originally arrogant face instantly flushed bright red. Even the roots of his ears turned red, and moisture seemed to gather in his eyes.

Chen Ran’s whole body went numb. “Is there something wrong with this War God? I’m just massaging your foot. Why the hell is a grown man like you blushing like a teapot?”

The entire hall fell silent.

So quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

The elites who had been trembling just moments ago now all stood with their mouths wide open. The shift in atmosphere had come so fast that it nearly snapped everyone’s waist.

Wang Sizhe, the second-richest heir in Jiangzhou, rubbed his eyes, pointed at Chen Ran, and cursed, “Holy shit! Has Young Master Chen been scared into insanity? He can’t beat him, so he actually hugged a man’s thigh and started giving him a foot massage?!”

Not far away, Liu Ruyan, a CEO dressed in business attire and black stockings, was watching the scene with shock written all over her face.

Originally, she had despised Chen Ran, this spoiled playboy, to the extreme. But now, watching Chen Ran risk everything to cling to the leg of that murderous fiend while enduring everyone’s mockery and humiliation, thoughts raced through her mind.

Chen Ran was Jiangzhou’s number one young master. He had always valued his dignity more than his life. How could he possibly do something so humiliating in public? Even if he wanted to beg for mercy, couldn’t he kneel and throw money at him? Why did he have to massage his foot?

Liu Ruyan’s gaze moved between Ye Chen and Chen Ran, who was kneeling on the floor. Gradually, the look in her eyes changed.

“Could it be… that his usual useless playboy act was all an act?”

“He clearly knows Ye Chen is a demon who kills without blinking. In order to calm the other party’s anger, in order to avoid dragging everyone present into this… no, in order to protect me, he would rather lower himself to please Ye Chen. He used this absurd method of staining his own dignity to forcibly divert Ye Chen’s attention!”

It was absurd, yet terrifyingly reasonable. 

Thinking this, Liu Ruyan’s eyes reddened. 

When she looked at Chen Ran again, there was less contempt in her gaze and more complicated shock.

Chen Ran, just how deeply have you been enduring all this love in silence…

At that moment, Chen Ran had no idea he had been labeled as a peerlessly devoted man.

He was counting down madly in his heart. 10, 9, 8…

“Let go! Chen Ran, I’m going to kill you!” Ye Chen’s voice trembled. He bit his lip and glared at Chen Ran, but there was no Dragon King pressure left in his eyes, only shame and fury so intense he looked like he wanted to die.

[Ding! 30 seconds have passed. Congratulations, host, for successfully severing the true dragon’s earthly meridian Qi and destroying the Son of Destiny’s show-off aura.]

[Reward: 1,000 Fortune Points. The Tendon-Cleansing Marrow-Washing Pill has been issued.]

Hearing the prompt, Chen Ran felt as if he had received a great pardon. He tossed Ye Chen’s foot away in disgust and quickly wiped his hands on his suit pants.

“Bah! What rotten luck!” Chen Ran stood up, cursing under his breath.

Ye Chen hurriedly pulled his foot back and put on his shoe and sock. He was so angry that his entire body trembled. Even his slightly exaggerated pectoral muscles rose and fell violently.

“Chen Ran! I, Ye Chen, will repay today’s humiliation a hundredfold!” Ye Chen pointed at Chen Ran, his voice cracking with rage.

Chen Ran was just about to open his mouth and throw out a few mocking words to regain some dignity when the system’s prompt rang inside his mind again.

[Ding! Detected that the Son of Destiny is currently in a state of anger born from shame. His fortune is fluctuating violently.]

[Advanced mission issued: Host, please step forward immediately, bury your face in Ye Chen’s chest, and inhale deeply for 10 seconds.]

[Mission reward: 2,000 Fortune Points and God-Level Combat Arts.]

[Mission failure penalty: Self-destruction on the spot. You will explode into a mist of blood.]

The arrogant expression on Chen Ran’s face instantly froze.

His eyes widened, and in his heart, he cursed the system’s ancestors for 18 generations 10,000 times over.

Damn System, screw you! Fine, I massaged his foot, but now you want me to bury my face in his chest?! He’s a man! I’d rather die than do something like that!

[Warning! This mission aims to sever the Son of Destiny’s pure yang true Qi and break his life gate. It is standard villain behavior! Countdown: 3, 2…]

“Damn it! You win!”

Chen Ran clenched his back teeth and locked his eyes on Ye Chen’s slightly exaggerated pectoral muscles.

Ye Chen had just pulled his heel back into his shoe and still had not recovered from the shame. The moment he raised his head, he met Chen Ran’s intensely aggressive gaze.

“You… what are you trying to do?” The mighty Shura War God’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took half a step back.