Forced Kisses from a Yandere Evil God! I Went Viral on the Horror Live Stream - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Rules of the Psychiatric Hospital (3)

A cold object pressed against Sang Yu’s face before sliding slowly downward, coming to rest at the hollow of her neck.

Goosebumps broke out across Sang Yu’s skin, and her eyes snapped open.

Yet upon seeing the person in front of her, her pupils quivered in mild shock.

“Brother…”

The two words spilled softly from Sang Yu’s throat.

Inside the dimly lit ward, Brother’s crimson eyes were filled with deep gloom.

In his hand, he held a sharp knife, its glinting tip pressed firmly against Sang Yu’s throat.

With just a slight exertion of force, he could easily puncture a hole in her neck.

“Little Yu, where have you been hiding these past few days?”

Brother’s voice was devoid of warmth, yet his entire body radiated a dangerous aura.

Sang Yu could feel that Brother was furious.

The kind that was exceedingly difficult to coax back to good humor.

The livestream viewers were equally astonished to see Brother make an appearance.

[Why would an NPC from the previous dungeon show up in a completely different dungeon?]

[Did the game dungeon glitch out?]

[Uh… could this be a serialized dungeon? But something like this has never happened in horror games before.]

[Hehe, the sibling CP shippers are going wild with joy!]

[Looks to me like Brother wants to slash Sister to death.]

[Slash her first, then wait for her to revive—playing with heartbeats!]

Sang Yu’s scalp went numb, but the System grew thoroughly excited.

“Host, seize this opportunity! Romance him again! This time you’ll definitely succeed in clearing the task!”

Sang Yu, however, felt extremely guilty, because the look in Brother’s eyes genuinely signaled an intent to kill her.

“Brother, I missed you so much.”

Sang Yu sat up, the razor-sharp tip of the knife scraping across her neck and slicing through her delicate skin.

Bright red blood instantly stained Sang Yu’s fair neck, yet as if completely oblivious to the pain, she reached out and embraced Brother’s body directly.

Brother’s eyes darkened slightly as he murmured in a low voice, “Little Yu, you’re really not behaving.”

Sang Yu’s body froze instantly. She felt Brother’s fingers wandering across her back.

The icy touch sent a chill down her spine.

“Brother, I don’t know what happened that day either. By the time I woke up, I was already in this psychiatric hospital.”

Sang Yu’s cheeks flushed slightly. After all, she had vanished into thin air right while tumbling through the sheets with Brother.

She wondered if she had left him with a severe psychological shadow.

Could it be… he couldn’t get it up anymore?!

In a split second, a barrage of wild thoughts flashed through her mind.

Suddenly, Sang Yu felt a sharp sense of weightlessness.

Brother had scooped her up into his arms.

Sang Yu instinctively wrapped her arms around Brother’s shoulders, asking in confusion, “Brother, where are you taking me?”

Brother lowered his gaze, his wispy bangs obscuring the darkness in his eyes as he said coldly, “Little Yu appeared here because your body is sick. Brother needs to give Little Yu a proper body checkup.”

Only then did Sang Yu notice that Brother was wearing a doctor’s uniform, with a rectangular ID badge pinned to the left side of his chest.

Written on it was: *Xicheng Psychiatric Hospital Doctor, Name: Lu Li.*

So… Brother’s mysterious job was a doctor at a psychiatric hospital?

No wonder every time Brother came home from work, he always carried a faint scent of disinfectant on him.

But…

Where did all those bloodstains come from?

Sang Yu suddenly remembered the patients with mutilated limbs throughout the psychiatric hospital…

Carrying Sang Yu, Brother stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 7th floor.

Seeing the glowing button, Sang Yu raised an eyebrow.

She had inspected the elevator this afternoon, but pressing the elevator buttons yielded no response back then.

It seemed only the medical staff of the psychiatric hospital could use the elevator.

The elevator lacked a button for the 4th floor, jumping directly from 3 to 5.

Yet when the elevator passed the midpoint between these two floors, Sang Yu instantly felt a surge of malevolent energy.

On the fourth floor, there was… something weird!

Before long, the elevator arrived at the seventh floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, the moment they set foot in the corridor, a bone-chilling gust of cold air rushed straight toward them.

The patients on the seventh floor were the most severely ill psychiatric patients, and they were extraordinarily aggressive and dangerous!

The dim corridor was deathly quiet.

Only Brother’s footsteps echoed back and forth down the hallway.

Passing by tightly closed ward doors, Sang Yu could vaguely hear suppressed cries of agony and low, beast-like growls from within.

A thick stench of blood saturated the air, completely overpowering the smell of disinfectant.

Brother carried Sang Yu to the absolute end of the corridor.

The room at the very end was a treatment room.

Sang Yu caught sight of various weird and bizarre equipment inside the treatment room, instantly sensing that things were taking a turn for the worse.

By this time, Brother had already placed her onto the treatment chair.

“Little Yu, what should Brother do to keep you by my side forever?”

Cold handcuffs had already clamped down around Sang Yu’s wrists.

Brother’s long, slender fingers swept over Sang Yu’s body, descending to her ankles before locking her feet down with shackles as well.

Treatment chairs used for psychiatric patients were specially customized to begin with.

To prevent patients from struggling or escaping midway through treatment, medical staff usually used shackles to bind patients securely to the treatment chair before starting.

Currently unable to budge her body, Sang Yu asked in a slightly trembling, panic-stricken voice, “Brother, what do you want to do?”

Yet, deep inside her eyes, excitement flickered wildly.

“Brother is going to treat Little Yu’s body.”

The pure white doctor’s uniform added a touch of ascetic restraint to Brother, though his skin was far too pale—looking less like a doctor and more like a patient himself.

The viewers in the livestream room were even more thrilled than Sang Yu.

[I’ve accumulated virtue my whole life, entering this stream is what I deserve!]

[Ten lifetimes of virtuous deeds completely burned up in this stream!]

[Don’t be scared when you’re sick, Brother just needs to give you a shot!]

[Is it the shot I’m imagining?]

[Person above, pull your undies up, they’ve been tossed right onto my head!]

[I swore to my mom that I’m watching a horror stream, not an NSFW stream! My mom didn’t believe me at all and served me a thrashing of belt-fried meat!]

[Tell your mom to soak the belt in povidone-iodine—disinfecting while beating!]

[Person above, you have no sympathy!]

Brother picked up a scalpel from a silver tray to the side, pressing its sharp tip against the first button on Sang Yu’s collar.

“Where should we start first?”

Brother wore a half-smile, the tip of the blade twirling around Sang Yu’s neckline.

Sang Yu could clearly feel the icy touch of the blade’s tip through the thin fabric.

She swallowed her saliva, saying with a smile, “Brother can do whatever he wants. Little Yu trusts Brother and won’t resist.”

Her obedient compliance pleased Brother.

“Little Yu, do you think Brother should kill you and turn you into a specimen that will never rot? Or…”

“Imprison Little Yu’s soul by my side forever?”

With an upward flick of the scalpel, the button at Sang Yu’s collar snapped open, her collar parting slightly to reveal her fair, exquisite collarbones.

Knowing that this perverted brother of hers was playing for keeps, Sang Yu giggled coquettishly, “Brother, I think there’s another option.”

“Oh? What is it?”

The tip of the blade had already pried open Sang Yu’s second button, the faint curves of her chest looming beneath.