Quick Transmigration: Live for You

3.4 (Su Tang)

What? Yes! Yes! I accept! Use my useless body but please, please kill my beloved father.

...

He/I was walking towards his/my father's room barefoot, the cold tiles reminded him/me of the chilling situation he/I was in, that he/I had created.

He/I was going to kill his/my father.

The father who named him/me after himself not because he loved him/me but because it was too bothersome to think of something else.

This father of his/mine killed his/my mother for insurance money.

The father who...ruined lives and lived in luxury.

Why was he/I so blind in useless yearning before?

Ezra/Su Tang's breath came out more and more rushed. From anticipation. From sadness. From despair. From relief.

The door creaked when he/I opened the door.

He/I saw his father turn over in bed, he saw him/me, his/my beloved father.

{Warning: Detecting synchronization level up to 95%. Warning system to eliminate all foreign traces and stabilize the host. Once again, please eliminate the threat and stabilize the host.}

He/I raised my gun and...

...finally...finally...

...killed his/my beloved father.

...

With a gasp, he felt me (original Su Tang) leave. All traces of the foreign soul were left but tears wouldn't stop pouring down his cheeks as his body continued to tremble in the sadness left by the original Su Tang's soul.

Sadness was also very foreign to Su Tang because no situation in his life ever made him sad. His grades never dropped, he never craved any extra affection, and he didn't ever get anything snatched from him. The two emotions he had felt the most in his life were boredom and excitement.

Now there is love, yearning, obsession, anger, and sadness (even if it's not all his emotions).

He didn't deny it, he accepted these emotions he had never felt before. The more he feels, the more he knows, he can't help feeling like he has more control over himself now.

But unpleasant emotions still felt unpleasant.

Tears poured down and his throat, head, and chest throbbed in pain.

He cried and cried and cried with tears and snot dripping from all over his face.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful and warm hands came around him from behind and hugged him tightly. His right shoulder sank as he felt a head nuzzle against his neck.

...Mu Gufeng didn't say a word and Su Tang didn't react, he just cried.

That night, this strange, serene, and heartwarming moment hung in the air, bringing the two closer.

Um, not to be a mood killer but...is it okay to ignore the dead body currently being an exotic background picture? (・・；)

...

Su Tang cried himself to sleep. Any remaining influence and hatred lelt him.

The only downside would be his aching eyes and head that refused to stop throbbing the next morning.

He groggily called out, "...Mu Gufeng...ugh..."

Ack! His own voice was so loud! It hurts his head~

"Good morning."