Chapter 77: First Volume Chapter 77 Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (1)

First Volume Chapter 77 Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (1)

The original host was naturally the same; today was her first day at work, she had dressed up meticulously, all in order to seduce the male lead, Lu Zheng.

But on the first day, the original host was strangled to death by the villain.

She didn't even appear for two chapters before being written off extremely quickly.

After Jiang Zhi digested all the plot and the original host's memories, she stood up from the bench and glanced at her watch.

Work starts at 9:00, and it's already 9:15.

"Brother Seven, the identities you're giving me are getting more and more excessive." She stepped in her high heels, strode forward, walking toward the luxurious standalone villa before her.

777 sighed softly: "Sorry, Host, in each world you can only possess a cannon fodder."

"Cannon fodder, cannon fodder, not even as good as a supporting character."

This area, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, far from the bustling city center, after passing through strict security checks, she finally arrived at the front gate of the Lu family villa.

The butler opened the door for her, looked her up and down, a flash of unusual color crossing his eyes.

The woman's features were lush and exquisite, her black long hair tied back and falling to her waist, she wore a professional outfit, a form-fitting short skirt, black stockings wrapping her slender legs, her white blouse unbuttoned two buttons, revealing bright, radiant skin.

Both beautiful and alluring, like a deep-sea demoness, captivating the heart and soul.

Many came for the interview, but only she passed, and it's not without reason.

The butler quickly withdrew his gaze, walking ahead while giving her precautions.

Regarding the person she is to personally attend to, the Lu family's young master: Lu Yiluo.

The butler also gave her a stack of paper, with many things marked on it.

Jiang Zhi glanced at it roughly and discovered a passage that read:

"When the young master isn't speaking, you also shouldn't speak; wait until he asks you before you speak."

This isn't being his servant at all; it's practically coming to sculpt him.

The butler led her to stop in front of Lu Yiluo's room, lowered his voice as if to prevent anyone inside from hearing, "This is the young master's room; go in."

This corridor was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut, blocking out the outside sunlight.

In front of that room's door, she faintly felt a hint of chill.

Just like a haunted house… it's utterly absurd.

After the butler finished speaking and left, Jiang Zhi wrapped her arms around herself, trembling as she said to 777, "Brother Seven, I'm scared."

777's voice carried comfort: "Don't be afraid, Host; you must believe in yourself."

Jiang Zhi: "Oh."

Anyway, dying carries no punishment; Jiang Zhi has experienced plenty of perverts, so would she fear a brat who just turned eighteen?

Heh, what a joke.

Jiang Zhi pushed open the door; the heels of her high shoes clicked on the wooden floor, the room was pitch dark, not a glimmer of light, a cold, yin aura seeped into her skin and pores, sending shivers through her.

"Wuu… I'm scared, Brother Seven, save me." She clung to the wall like a frost‑bitten eggplant, daring not to take a step forward.

777: "……" feeling pity.

The air was filled with a chill, the ears heard nothing but silence, as if she were in hell.

Jiang Zhi dared not speak, leaning against the wall, her vision pitch black; she couldn't make out a person, let alone the furniture arrangement.

Under her feet she felt a soft carpet, as if stepping on clouds.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint light shone from above, enough for Jiang Zhi to make out the room's décor and furnishings.

The first thing she could see clearly was a wheelchair by the floor‑to‑ceiling window; a black‑haired youth sat in it, his hair slightly long, shading his eyes, leaning against the backrest, his tall, pine‑like posture faintly visible, as well as his eye turned half‑toward her.

Those eyes were deep and still like a swamp, mechanically devoid of any emotion, gazing at her calmly and unrippled.

Jiang Zhi almost forgot why she had come; she pressed her lips, striving to dispel the fear in her heart, maintaining a teacher's mental fortitude.

"Hello." She was a little nervous, her voice trembling softly, "I am your personal attendant; my name is Jiang Yu, pleased to meet you."

The black‑haired youth glanced at her indifferently, then returned his gaze to the book in his arms, as if he hadn't heard her words.

Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, guessing he would turn on the light, probably because he wanted to read.

She walked over slowly, stopping two steps away, and glanced at the book he held; she couldn't tell what it was.

She glanced around the room; the décor leaned toward a cool texture, likely to accommodate his immobile legs, so all books and items were placed below.

Using the book covers on the shelf, she saw several books—some medical, and some foreign scientific texts she couldn't even understand.

Jiang Zhi didn't rush forward to throw herself to death; instead she sat in a nearby chair, took out the precautions the butler had given her, and read them carefully.

She didn't notice; the black‑haired youth in the wheelchair suddenly stared straight at her, his gaze moving from her long legs to her body, then to her face.

The youth pressed his tongue against his upper palate, the fingers gripping the book tightening unconsciously.

The person seated at the table seemed lost in thought, habitually biting his lip; upon sensing his gaze, he blankly lifted his eyes, those extraordinarily beautiful dark eyes reflecting the faint light.

"What… what's wrong?" She thought she had sat in his chair without permission, angering him, and quickly rose from the chair, waving her hands in apology: "Sorry… I wiped it clean."

Having said that, she took out a tissue from her bag and earnestly wiped the chair's surface.

Lu Yiluo narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on her snow‑white waist, whether unintentionally or deliberately pulled out.

When Jiang Zhi finished wiping, she heard the youth's voice from behind her.

Low and resonant, pleasing like a zither's note.

"Pour me a cup of water."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Zhi felt relieved, hurried to the side table, poured a cup of warm water, walked to him, and handed it over.

Her fingers, like white jade, fine and lustrous, held the transparent cup; water droplets clung to her nail tips, gleaming with a bright sheen.

Lu Yiluo was drawn to her wrist; through her skin he seemed able to see the blood vessels and bones, he sniffed carefully and could also detect a faint fragrance.

As Jiang Zhi made out the expression in his eyes, a shiver ran down her spine.

The youth's gaze was as terrifying as if he wanted to devour her flesh and blood into his belly.

Before she could pull her hand back, a wave of cold touched her, covering her skin, his palm exerting a force that wouldn't let her pull away.

A strange sensation spread from her skin to her entire body, making her breathing rapid.

It was just like the feeling one only experiences during the heat period in the previous ABO world.

"Seven, Brother Seven! What's wrong with me?" she anxiously asked the system in her mind.

777: "Sorry for only telling you now, Host, but due to you, this body currently suffers from severe Skin Hunger-Thirst Syndrome."

Skin Hunger-Thirst Syndrome, as the name suggests, entails a strong and obsessive craving for others' touch.

Jiang Zhi's body trembled uncontrollably, her face instantly flushing red; feeling the boy's touch, she felt an irrepressible yearning deep inside.

"... Do you want me to die?"