After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 29: Bo Jingmo, a Kept Man?

Inside the Student Council President’s office, Bo Jingmo rested his head on one hand, staring at his palm. The crescent-shaped wound on it still had faint traces of blood. His expression was indifferent, lost in thought.

In front of him stood a young man and a young woman. The man had a sunny, handsome appearance with sharp features and healthy, tanned skin. The woman, wearing silver-framed glasses, had her head lowered, focused intently on the glowing screen in front of her.

Seeing Bo Jingmo seemingly spacing out, the young man scratched his head in surprise and leaned down to whisper to the girl, “Xixi, did Bo Jingmo watch last night’s film?”

Jiang Xi lifted her gaze slightly and shook her head, indicating she didn’t know.

Adjusting her glasses, she examined the data on the screen before pushing it toward Bo Jingmo. Her lips curled into a faint smile.

“Congratulations, Bo Jingmo. Your ranking has risen.”

“Thanks.”

Bo Jingmo merely glanced at it, responding politely but without mentioning anything about the plot.

Seeing that he wasn’t interested in discussing it, Hou Liang and Jiang Xi tacitly chose not to bring it up.

Which made sense—after all, Bo Jingmo had acted while unconscious. Now that he was back to his senses, it would obviously be awkward to talk about it.

But there was something new to discuss…

“Have you seen that new event? The one where players rate NPCs?”

Jiang Xi pulled up the event page for them to see, the light reflecting sharply off her lenses. “From what I can tell, the real purpose of this event hasn’t been revealed yet, but it’s definitely not just for entertainment.”

A survival horror world didn’t randomly introduce a casual scoring system.

It was obviously suspicious.

She thought about a certain character from the last film.

“I’m guessing that neighbor will have a high rating.”

Jiang Xi had already skimmed the chat comments from the last film. The audience’s love for that neighbor was unsurprising.

That beautiful, golden-haired woman was like a blooming poppy—exquisitely alluring yet deadly. Just by being around her, you would unknowingly fall into her grasp, drawn in by her charm before realizing it was too late.

Even Bo Jingmo had been used by her.

But there was something odd—her death had been too smooth, too easy, as if she had expected it all along.

And some of her actions… felt like they were deliberately redeeming Bo Jingmo’s image, shifting all the blame onto herself.

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The audience had a love-hate relationship with her.

Jiang Xi’s gaze turned complicated.

Looking at it this way, Bo Jingmo almost seemed like a kept man.

If not for Filia, his reputation would’ve been in ruins.

But when she looked at the composed and aristocratic aura of the man before her, she felt ridiculous for even entertaining the thought.

What was she thinking? There was no way Bo Jingmo was a kept man.

Shaking off her stray thoughts, she pointed at the rankings.

“Hou Liang and I have gone up to six and a half stars. Bo Jingmo, you’re at five and a half. The previous worlds were all transition phases—the last one was the final beginner-level scenario. From now on, the difficulty is going to rise.”

In the film set, the ranking leaderboard was usually anonymous, visible only to teammates.

She hesitated, then turned to Bo Jingmo, speaking cautiously.

“This means we might get matched with new players next time… or be forced into solo competition.”

The horror film set was both merciful and merciless.

On one hand, beginners were given easier scenarios and could team up to increase survival rates.

On the other, once the beginner phase ended, everyone had to fend for themselves. Former teammates could easily become competitors, and the difficulty level spiked instantly.

The only advantage was that every player received a random skill to help them act out their horror roles.

For example, Jiang Xi and Hou Liang’s skill guaranteed that they would always play the protagonists. This so-called “protagonist-tier plot armor” seemed trivial at first, but it ensured their survival and allowed them to uncover crucial plot details.

Meanwhile, Bo Jingmo’s skill was… immortality.

But his "immortality" wasn’t what it seemed.

Unlike other players, who would fail a mission upon death and need points to revive, Bo Jingmo turned into a ghost—an uncontrollable killing machine.

An ability that sounded useful on paper but was actually terrible for audience approval.

That’s why Bo Jingmo’s rating had dropped to a dangerous five stars in the tutorial phase. If he had failed the last scenario, he wouldn’t have even made it out of the beginner level.

The system would’ve labeled him a lazy actor and eliminated him.

Jiang Xi’s words made Hou Liang frown.

“What are you saying? That we won’t be together next time?”

“It’s hard to say. We might stay in a group, or we might get mixed with others,” Jiang Xi replied, adjusting her glasses. Her tone grew serious. “We could also run into more experienced players.”

More experienced.

An interesting phrase.

In the horror film set, experience often made someone more dangerous.

You never knew whether a seasoned player was a friend or an enemy—or whether their words were truth or lies.

Bo Jingmo showed no reaction to this. He simply tapped his fingers lightly against the table. When he noticed their gazes on him, he gave a small nod.

“I understand.”

“…”

Sensing they were waiting for more, he paused before asking, “Is there anything else?”

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang exchanged looks. Their expressions were complicated, but they hesitantly brought up their biggest concern.

“Bo Jingmo, if we do get split up… your condition…”

There was no denying that Bo Jingmo’s skill had been a godsend for their team.

Though he had turned into a ghost, he had never attacked them. Instead, his relentless slaughter of others had boosted their rankings, helping them stand out among the new players.

If they got separated now, they wouldn’t just be losing a strong ally—they’d be gaining a terrifying opponent.

Unless… another Filia appeared.

But that was impossible.

They both knew that.

Forcing themselves to smile, they joked, “If it comes to that, maybe take it easy on us?”

Bo Jingmo lifted his eyes to them, unreadable. He didn’t reply.

Silence stretched in the office until, finally, he spoke.

“We’ll see.”

As they left, Bo Jingmo opened a drawer, pulling out two pills and swallowing them dry. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

The pain in his palm only fueled his growing restlessness. His craving for blood was getting stronger. Even the medication was losing its effect.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze landed on the glowing screen in front of him.

The image was frozen on a golden-haired, blue-eyed woman.

A flicker of something flashed in his pitch-black irises—greed, desire.

The beast inside him, locked away in its cage, was on the verge of breaking free.

Uncontrollably, his mind replayed scenes from the film set.

That intoxicating scent.

The faint pulse of blood beneath her pale, slender throat.

His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as his eyes darkened.

A hint of red flashed across his pupils.

His fingers toyed with the pill bottle, his gaze flickering.

He was starting to remember.

That irresistible scent.

He wanted a taste.

Suddenly, his movements stilled.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, as if deep in thought.

Wait…

That girl from today…

She smelled really good, too.