Chapter 063 | 0063 Master, Eat Me Up (Harold, Slightly Erotic)

His mouth was stuffed full of things.

What does it taste like?

yes……

Wu Xian chewed for a while and heard a muffled sound. Her teeth started to hurt, as if something was tearing her gums.

The taste of rust filled my mouth, and a dull pain followed.

She licked several wet, salty spots, the texture of which was different from that of the mucous membrane, making her tongue linger on them, and the more she tasted the rust, the more she felt.

A strange sensation. Wu Qian chewed again, her teeth aching. The hard object tangled in her malocclusion and finally broke into many pieces with a "crack".

She was finally able to identify what was in her mouth.

The astringent taste of rainwater, the musty smell of soil, and the broken stems of plants are mixed together with a refreshing fragrance.

But what if there were corpses mixed in here, earthworms? She wasn't sure, but it had a soft, fishy, ​​and foul texture, which made the fresh scent of grass and wood even more disgusting to chew.

Wu Xian felt nauseous, yet she was also eager to swallow the food; she was driven by a urge to swallow, including the troublesome pebble. Swallowing it might tear her esophagus or rupture her stomach, but she was willing to do it.

Or rather, they want to do it.

"cloud!"

Ah, it's Master. Wu Xian realized this, so she forced herself to swallow, her face flushed red with urgency.

"You really are something. Spit it out, right now."

Wu Xian covered her mouth and shook her head subconsciously.

The master was amused by her and pulled her up, wrapping her in his arms, ready to spank Wu Xian's bottom.

Wu Xian's limbs, swaying in mid-air, were thin and frail, as if they would break at the slightest force. Her face was ashen and had an unhealthy color, with little flesh on her cheeks.

Like a withered tree branch, still in its growth period but drooping due to lack of nutrition.

If the owner had used too much force, he might have taken her life.

So he stopped, pressed Wu Xian to the ground, her long hair spread out like a tablecloth for a wild beast to eat, and Wu Xian was like a tasteless and unpalatable piece of pork ribs for her master to eat.

"I said no."

His eyes flashed with malice, and the only thing clearly visible about the blurred face of the master was his two blood-red eyes, which Wu Qian could see were surging with appetite and impulse.

It's probably because she's not very good at discerning things.

Wu Xian was acting erratically, unable to distinguish between appetite and lust.

"I'm hungry." Just as expected, her throat must have been cut, and her words came out like a cassette tape recorder—Wu Qian had one that had been broken for a long time without anyone noticing, and it was intermittent.

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and she repeated, "I'm hungry."

An appetite is something you can't resist.

Wu Qian didn't know why she was crying; she just felt a tightness in her chest, a feeling of suffocation that was unbearable. Her emotions were unpredictable, and the urge to cry suddenly overwhelmed her, something she couldn't control.

The owner was a rude man who didn't know how to raise a dog. He had never cared for small animals, let alone humans, a fragile human being.

Those eyes held a hidden undercurrent, and a storm was brewing.

"Cloud is hungry, and I'm hungry too, what should we do?"

"Then master, eat me."

Wu Xian closed her eyes and willingly buried her neck in her master's palm, like a sheep going to its death, testing the patience of a carnivore.

"Want to be eaten?"

The master snorted and let out a contemptuous laugh.

Wu Xian nodded.

"I still crave the pain of being eaten."

"I want my master to eat me." Wu Qian's eyes were blurry with tears; she was filled with anticipation.

She didn't know what a master was, but it was probably a creature that could eat her without getting sick.

Her owner had sharp teeth that could easily tear her into small pieces. She must have been alive then. Could she have experienced what it was like to be chewed up as food in someone else's mouth?

She didn't want to die, but the feeling she craved could only be brought to her by death.

Master, eat the cloud.

Wu Qian closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies. They were all fragile and easily broken creatures; if left unattended, they would be beautiful but short-lived.

Butterflies can be preserved as specimens, but what about blackflies?

She heard a sound coming from her master's throat, like the roar of a wild beast or a mournful cry.

He said, "You want to be eaten? Fine."

The owner is angry.

The master was angry because of her.

She should apologize to her master after he has eaten her and she has passed through his heart along his esophagus. She should say sorry and not to be angry, that she is just a little crazy and that she hopes her master can hear her and forgive her.

The master's sharp teeth pressed against Wu Xian's neck, pressing on the artery.

However, what entered the body before the teeth was the reckless and merciless penis.