The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: I Want… to Go a Little Further

Screw your massage.

Could this be the so-called “intimacy-building task” that Duoke mentioned?

While Ruan Siyi was still stunned, Fu Ru’an cooperated readily, lying obediently on the dissection table. She tilted her head to look at Ruan Siyi: “Ruan Ruan, you go first?”

Ruan Siyi’s eyes widened as she stood frozen in place, seemingly unable to process what was happening.

“Me… give you a massage here?”
“How… how am I supposed to do that?”

Fu Ru’an, however, didn’t seem bothered at all, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.

“It’s fine. Just climb on.”

Climb… on?

The lights in the dissection room flickered, casting an eerie glow on the walls. The air was thick with the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint rot, the chill seeping deep into their bones.

Ruan Siyi looked at the dissection table where Fu Ru’an lay, propping her head up lazily with one hand.

Under the dim light, her skin was pale as snow, her curves clearly defined. Her long legs were slightly crossed, her waist slender yet supple. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, accentuating the elegant curve of her neck, while her sharp, delicate shoulder blades protruded slightly, exuding a forbidden allure.

Ruan Siyi’s gaze unconsciously lingered on her body, her cheeks burning, her mind already wandering.

“What’s wrong?”

Fu Ru’an noticed her hesitation and urged her on.

“Dr. Ruan, why is your face so red?”

[Damn! Dr. Ruan! Are they roleplaying or something? (Panting intensifies)]

[This doesn’t feel like a horror movie—more like a romance drama!]

[Go for it, Ruan Siyi! I’m the King of Impatience!!!]

Ruan Siyi, flustered by her teasing, stammered: “I-It’s just a massage… Don’t move! I-I’m climbing on now!”

Fu Ru’an’s eyelashes curved as she deliberately infused her tone with ambiguity: “Alright.”

“Then Dr. Ruan better give me a… thorough ‘examination.'”

(Dear moderator, this is just a massage! Not anything else!!)

Ruan Siyi’s mind was in chaos, torn between embarrassment and fear.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but seeing the smile on Fu Ru’an’s lips, she steeled herself and stepped forward, carefully climbing onto the table. Kneeling, she gently straddled Fu Ru’an’s waist.

Holding her breath, Ruan Siyi’s fingertips lightly touched Fu Ru’an’s shoulders, sliding slowly down her spine, as if testing every inch of her reaction.

Her hands gradually applied more pressure, kneading along the sides of her shoulder blades, carefully following the muscle lines, her thumbs pressing in bit by bit.

Every touch was warm and resilient, accompanied by faint tremors, as if Fu Ru’an’s body was subtly responding to her hands.

Her breathing unconsciously softened as her fingers trailed downward, grazing the delicate curves of Fu Ru’an’s waist, her palms gently cupping and kneading, her thumbs drawing slow circles on her skin.

Fu Ru’an let out a soft moan, a suppressed sigh escaping as she tilted her head slightly, half-opening her eyes to glance at Ruan Siyi. The corners of her lips curled as she murmured in a low, husky voice:

“Don’t be nervous, Ruan Ruan. You can go harder.”

…Harder?

“Sister, why don’t you flip over? Let me massage your stomach?”

Silently, she picked up the bottle of essential oil on the table and dabbed some onto her palms.

(Moderator, please! This is still just a massage!)

Fu Ru’an was wearing an oversized sweatshirt today. When Ruan Siyi slipped her hands inside, she could feel the warmth and tension of the skin beneath.

Instinctively, she increased the pressure, circling from the navel to the lower and upper abdomen, pressing and kneading in rhythmic motions.

Occasionally, her short nails would accidentally graze the edges of two soft peaks, drawing faint shivers from the woman beneath her.

Fu Ru’an’s abdomen was taut, subtly contracting under her touch, as if her muscles were unconsciously responding.

I want… to go a little further.

[Holy sh1t, are they really just massaging? Why does it smell like love in here?!]

[I ship it! I ship it! Fu Ru’an, act a little more spoiled—our Ruan Ruan’s about to melt!]

[Turn off the lights! The atmosphere’s getting R-rated!]

Fu Ru’an’s reactions only flustered Ruan Siyi further, her heart skipping a beat.

For a moment, she felt dizzy, completely forgetting the horror around them. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them—only her and Fu Ru’an.

Suddenly, the corpse nearby let out a low, eerie chuckle, shattering the mood.

“Little girl, enough! I haven’t been liberated yet~”

Ruan Siyi jumped at the sudden interruption, her face burning red.

“Y-You shut up! Let me… let me massage Sister Fu in peace!”

[Why stop her? If this keeps up, these two are bound to end up doing it!]

[I’m a VIP! I want to see what happens next!! (Monkey screeching)]

“Ruan Ruan, isn’t that enough?”

Fu Ru’an tapped Ruan Siyi’s chest lightly with a fingertip.

“You don’t really want me unable to get off this table later, do you?”

After all, her legs were already feeling a little weak.

Ruan Siyi froze, looking down at Fu Ru’an’s faint smile and amused eyes. A wave of guilt washed over her, and she quickly withdrew her hands.

Her cheeks burned as if she’d been caught red-handed.

“I-I was just… helping you relax.”

She stammered an excuse, but her eyes darted around nervously.

Fu Ru’an chuckled softly, leaning close to her ear.

“If we ‘relax’ any further, I’m afraid the livestream might get banned.”

[Are we allowed to hear this?!]

[Not gonna lie, this ‘massage’ is making me tense up down there (drooling emoji). Miss my ex’s fingers—her long nails used to scratch just right~]

[Hey, this isn’t the uncensored zone! (Covering face in despair)]

Unnoticed, the corpse had silently vanished from the room.

Then, with a sharp click, the lights went out.

The moment the lights died, the dissection room plunged into complete darkness, the air freezing solid around them.

Ruan Siyi let out a sharp scream, clinging to Fu Ru’an like a koala.

“You said we’d get clues after the massage! What’s happening now?!”

Her voice trembled with panic.

In the darkness, Fu Ru’an sighed softly, her hand gently resting on Ruan Siyi’s back in a soothing gesture.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Her calm, gentle voice eased Ruan Siyi’s nerves slightly.

From outside the dissection room came the sound of slow, dragging footsteps.

They were heavy and deliberate, as if someone—or something—was approaching step by step.

Ruan Siyi’s nerves were wound tight again, barely daring to move. Suddenly, a dull thud echoed from the door, followed by the screech of metal scraping, as though something was shifting behind it.

She squeezed her eyes shut, gripping Fu Ru’an’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Low, indistinct moans drifted faintly through the corridor outside.

Fu Ru’an, however, seemed utterly unbothered, her smile only growing more relaxed. “Don’t worry. Didn’t you say you’d protect me? Even if there’s a ‘ghost’ here, you’d stand in front of me, right?”

She pointed to a spiderweb-covered table in the corner. “I think we should look for clues over there.”

Ruan Siyi met her gaze, then nodded stiffly, inching toward the table. Just as she reached out to search, a shrill ringtone shattered the silence—

The old-fashioned telephone on the table was ringing!

“A-Answer it?”

Ruan Siyi’s hands shook violently, clearly terrified.

Fu Ru’an chuckled softly and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

A garbled voice came from the other end.

It was the corpse from earlier.

“…Save me… save me… in… in Room 7…” The voice dissolved into hoarse breathing before the line went dead with a click.

The moment Ruan Siyi heard “save me,” her mind flooded with horror movie scenarios, her face paling dramatically.

“Seems we need to go to Room 7 on the third floor for clues.”

Fu Ru’an sighed lightly.

Ruan Siyi nodded stiffly, grabbing the elevator card from the table before trailing after Fu Ru’an like a lost puppy.

But when she stood trembling before the door of Room 7, pushing it open, a sudden realization struck her.

How did Sister Fu know—

That Room 7 was on the third floor?