Chapter 41 You will be like me forever...

Even now, Cyrus can't understand why the simple act of lips touching lips, a kiss and embrace in the human sense, fascinates him so much.

He savored it carefully today and gradually realized that what fascinated him was not just this kiss.

And then there was her half-closed eyes, her hands that liked to grope Him, her intermittent breathing, and the occasional soft moans she made…

These are all part of a whole, and He likes this whole.

He likes to kiss Ling Qiu.

He likes Ling Qiu...

Once you start kissing, the final result is never just kissing. Before they knew it, Ling Qiu was already on top of Cyrus, and their battlefield had changed from the restaurant to the bedroom.

"My house is so small," Ling Qiu exclaimed, realizing what was happening. "There's not even room for kitchen play or sofa play."

Cyrus didn't quite understand what those two words meant, but he could guess the general idea from Ling Qiu's expression.

"Want to move?" He asked. "You said before that you liked houses in the city center, right?"

Ling Qiu fell silent; this was the same statement she had made earlier to deliberately provoke Cyrus.

"Actually, no, I quite like my little house," Ling Qiu said. Although her house is in an old building, the area is very quiet and there's not much going on. Since cockroaches became food for people, their numbers have dropped dramatically, and they can no longer be seen in residential areas.

More importantly, this little house was left to her by her parents.

Although it is a legacy.

More importantly, she doesn't even have two years left to live. Even if Cyrus never intended to sacrifice her, she still doesn't have much time left to live.

Halfway through the kiss, Ling Qiu's stomach started rumbling.

Cyrus stopped, resignedly got out of bed, and asked as he straightened his clothes, "What do you want to eat?"

Ling Qiu couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she suddenly remembered one morning when Cyrus made her a dark, murky soup.

She still doesn't know what that thing is. Judging from Cyrus's reaction, it doesn't seem to be some kind of weird concoction.

She hesitated before asking, "Um, do you remember that morning? The one after we first did it..."

“It’s witch’s soup,” He said.

"Huh?" Ling Qiu didn't understand. "What kind of food is that...?"

Cyrus was surprised that she didn't know the origin and significance of the witch's soup. However, the diet on Earth has been largely replaced by fast food, with fast food restaurants like hamburgers everywhere, and most of the delicious food has been lost.

Especially the kind of food that requires time and effort to cook.

“It’s online,” Cyrus said, not wanting to explain it himself, as that would make him seem too eager that morning.

She didn't even drink the soup.

Driven by curiosity, Ling Qiu started searching online and discovered that there really were records of witch's soup.

It's a soup made by a Gypsy witch many, many, many years ago. There are no fixed ingredients, so the meaning of this soup is ambiguous. It's made for a loved one.

Ling Qiu choked up. Did Yeshus already have such thoughts back then? Did He fall in love with her so early on?

Looking back, she felt very sorry for Cyrus, who made the soup but never got to taste it.

"Oh my god!" Ling Qiu hugged his waist. "I didn't know about this. I thought it was your terrible cooking, which is why I deliberately didn't drink it."

"Could you make it for me again?" she asked cautiously. "This time, no matter what it tastes like, I'll eat it all!"

"Hmph." Cyrus crossed his arms.

Oh dear, look at the way he looks like he needs to be coaxed.

Ling Qiu admitted that Cyrus, who had actually started feeling wronged from that time on, was quite pitiful.

"I was really wrong." She buried her face in His chest honestly, and kept kissing His belly and waist. His muscles were taut, and it felt really good to kiss them.

"Alright, alright." Cyrus pushed her head away, turned around, and went into the kitchen to tie on his apron.

When the soup was halfway cooked, Ling Qiu smelled the aroma of food. She took the opportunity to chat with Cyrus: "If I wanted to destroy Noah Corporation, would that monster stop me?"

Cyrus paused in his stirring, and said, "It will."

Now, that thing lives entirely off the convenience provided by Noah Company. It has already received too many benefits, so how could it possibly watch itself lose its job?

"So... I have to get rid of that monster first?" Ling Qiu choked up. Taking down Noah was already incredibly difficult, and now there's another monster. Isn't it impossible to complete?

Ling Qiu decided to lower her expectations. She didn't care whether Noah Company existed or not, but she had to kill who made the deal with the monster back then.

Only a little over a decade has passed; this person should still be alive, right?

Ling Qiu's thoughtful expression was noticed by Yeshus. He ladled out the witch's soup he had prepared and placed it in front of her, then said, "I cannot confront Him until my power is restored."

“I understand, Cyrus. I won’t make things difficult for you,” Ling Qiu said. Cyrus owes her nothing, so there’s no need for him to go to great lengths for her. Besides, if it weren’t for her, Cyrus’s power wouldn’t have been sealed.

She tasted the soup with a spoon; it was still dark. Ling Qiu tasted it cautiously, but to her surprise, it didn't taste bad at all. In fact, it had a smooth, wonderful texture.

"What did you put in there?" Ling Qiu asked curiously.

“It’s squid ink,” Cyrus said.

"Cuttlefish?" Ling Qiu had only seen it online. She had never eaten seafood since birth, and she only started eating meat after Cyrus came.

She found that eating better gave her more energy than before, but she would still die if the air quality didn't improve.

The doctor said her lungs were severely damaged.

“Sysius,” Ling Qiu suddenly asked Him earnestly, “if I die, will you return to the place where you used to live?”

Cyrus reacted calmly, saying indifferently, "You will not die."

"..." Ling Qiu choked for a moment, then lowered her head and continued drinking her soup without saying anything more.

"Do you think I knew nothing about what the doctor said the day you went to the hospital?" Cyrus said.

"What? You knew?" Ling Qiu was surprised; it turned out that Cyrus had known all along.

“If you willingly become my bride, after we enter into a covenant, you will live forever like me,” He said.

"Immortality?" This was a concept Ling Qiu had never even considered. She actually felt it was unnecessary; she just needed to live for a few decades as she pleased.

"Then can I stay young forever?" Ling Qiu recalled the Greek myth where the Sibyl wished Apollo for eternal life but forgot to ask for eternal youth, causing her to live in great pain and eventually begging Apollo to let her die.

“Of course,” Cyrus said. “Your physical condition will be frozen forever at the moment we made the contract.”

"Wow..." Ling Qiu thought, this sounds really cool.

“But Ling Qiu,” Cyrus told her, “the prerequisite is that you must be willing, otherwise this contract cannot be concluded.”

"I don't know what it means to be willing, Cyrus." Did she like Cyrus? She certainly did, but she didn't know exactly how much she liked him.

Did she willingly sacrifice herself for Yeshus? Yes, she was willing, she had no objections, so does that mean she did it willingly?

"Why don't we give it a try first?"

Cyrus shook his head: "I can't form a bond with you right now."

"Is it still because of power? Cyrus, is there anything I can do to help?" Ling Qiu asked. "How can I break your seal?"

Ling Qiu remained silent for a long time before a sudden thought occurred to her: "Could it be the kind of seal that can be broken by receiving a true love's kiss?"

“I think…” Cyrus paused, looking at her bright eyes, swallowed the words “It won’t be that simple” he was about to say, and instead said, “We can try.”

Ling Qiu was just offering a suggestion, a direction to consider: a true love's kiss definitely wouldn't work, since she had already kissed Cyrus.

Of course, it's also possible that she doesn't belong to "true love".

"Shall we give it a try?" Ling Qiu suggested.

“Of course,” Cyrus readily agreed.

He hadn't seen Ling Qiu ride Him for a long time; she was incredibly charming back then.

The two then moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, and Ling Qiu took a deep breath.

This was her first time doing it with Cyrus's current body. How should I put it?

Her face is indeed beautiful; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen this face when customizing the black-skinned body. But the body...

He still had abdominal and pectoral muscles; the only strange thing was his long limbs, as if constantly reminding her that she was sleeping with a non-human creature.

"Hmm..." Ling Qiu observed His body and stroked His abdomen, "Was it true that you said before that we could have one?"

“Of course,” Cyrus explained, “We also intermarry among ourselves, but our unions have nothing to do with feelings; they are solely for procreation.”

"Moreover... most monsters dislike each other, so no one would want to form an internal marriage unless absolutely necessary."

"What does 'as a last resort' mean?"

“This happens when too many gods have fallen,” Cyrus explained. “Just before I left, someone was urgently going on a blind date.”

"Why?" Ling Qiu asked curiously. "Are you also forced into marriage?"

“No, not at all,” Cyrus said calmly. “It was His own daughter, whom He raised, who insisted on marrying Him.”

"..." Ling Qiu was speechless. This circle is really chaotic.

"Are you ready?" Ling Qiu asked excitedly, stroking His waist and kissing His nose. "We're going to try to break the seal!"

Cyrus chuckled softly.

He knew in fact that this method was completely useless, and how could the seal be broken because of such a thing?

But He enjoyed doing fun things with her.

Author's Note: Yes, all my Cthulhu-themed works are interconnected _(:з」∠)_