Chapter 31 Chapter 31 One to One.
Orc?
Or some other mixed race?
Su Cheng thought uncertainly, but it didn't matter, because she had seen many non-human things anyway.
The man in front of him looked very young, his hair was as white as fresh snow, but he didn't look old at all.
His skin was as smooth as porcelain, emitting a kind of transparent light. Under the warm yellow chandelier, it barely had a bit of the color of life.
"mercenary……?"
He looked at her nonchalantly, shaking his glass casually. "How's business lately?"
The man's slender fingers loosely circled the goblet, and the gradient green wine rippled in the glass, like a forest soaked in moonlight, swaying in the night breeze.
The top layer is a nearly transparent lime mist, which gradually turns into mint green as it goes down, and a dark emerald-like color settles at the bottom of the cup.
Tiny bubbles slowly rise along the wall of the cup, like fleeting fireflies on a summer night.
His hands had distinct joints and a cold, pale complexion. A few drops of wine slid down the back of his hands, emitting a crystal-clear silver-green hue in the light.
Su Cheng's gaze paused and fell on his face again.
The other person had an overly beautiful face, but those cold and thin eyes, which revealed a sinister aura, carried a strong sense of inhumanity.
Like a flower blooming on a corpse, beneath the gorgeous appearance are roots covered with rotten flesh and crawling with poisonous insects.
At that moment, it was as if the cognitive framework engraved in my genes was breached, and a certain form triggered the neural alarm of those who were not my kind.
She felt instinctively uncomfortable.
Most of the drunkenness disappeared immediately.
"It's okay."
Su Cheng said in a low voice.
Although this was also a rare beauty, the feeling she gave her was really weird.
No wonder no one talks to him when he sits here, and the seats next to him are empty.
Under normal circumstances, a face like this shouldn't be like this.
I'm afraid everyone else has been scared away?
"...What about you?" Su Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to participate in the enrollment?"
"Um?"
The white-haired man leaned one elbow on the counter, his hand supporting the side of his face as he looked at her with an amusement in his expression.
His eyes moved, and his light blue eyes were stained with gold powder by the light. As his eyelashes trembled and fluttered, his smile became ambiguous.
"You think I'm a freshman?" he muttered to himself. "Do I look that young?"
"Brother, if you've ever looked in the mirror, you'll know the answer is yes. You look barely twenty."
Su Cheng couldn't help but curl his lips, "Are you saying this because you want me to praise you? Why are you all like this..."
Her eyes couldn't help but sweep over the other person again.
The white-haired man put down his wine glass and fiddled with the buttons on his collar. "Well, maybe?"
The gold piping on his shirt extended from the lapel to the sleeves, the fitted cut outlined his slender waist, and the gold buttons carved with thorns shone brightly.
The high collar is turned up and opened, revealing the sharp lines of the Adam's apple, and the shadow in the collarbone is filled like an empty wine glass that is eager to be filled.
He stared at the girl in front of him with his almost transparent green eyes, "If I want more, will you satisfy me?"
The white-haired man curled up the corners of his mouth, and his sharp white canine teeth seemed to flash with a cold light.
For a moment, Su Cheng had the illusion that he was pierced by poisonous fangs.
The poison slowly climbed up the spine, bringing a creepy shudder.
"I'll have to think about it," she said, taking the bottle from the bartender. "Is that your only wish? To hear me praise you?"
Su Cheng pinched the bottleneck, trying to make himself look casual, "Or... don't you want to get more from me?"
The white-haired man glanced at her with a half-smile and said, "We have to proceed step by step."
Su Cheng raised his eyebrows.
She inadvertently tugged at her sleeve to hide the burning back of her hand, realizing at the same time that a conversation like the one just now was not enough to trigger the restraint.
"Actually," Su Cheng thought for a moment, "you look very young, but your temperament doesn't look like it, so when I said you were participating in the admissions, I meant the school's tutors or staff."
"So I look like a teacher?" The white-haired man tilted his head with interest. "What do you think I teach?"
Su Cheng's eyes were dead, "I think you look like a vicious dormitory supervisor, the kind who would punish students who wander around at night."
etc.
Did she say that?!
After Su Cheng finished speaking, he subconsciously covered his mouth, "Uh, I have a headache. I just drank some wine, and now what I say is nonsense!"
"Hahahahahaha!" the white-haired man laughed happily, "I've never punished anyone for this before!"
Su Cheng: “?”
What's the joke?
She was still confused and just wanted to think about it carefully when she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Is it really because I am drunk that I speak without thinking?
Or is it influenced by some force?
Su Cheng turned around and was about to jump off the chair.
The white-haired man grabbed her arm, his cold fingers wrapping around her upper arm, holding it tightly like an iron hoop. "Where are you going?"
Su Cheng tried to pull, but the other party didn't seem to be using much force, and she just couldn't get free.
The tavern hall gradually became noisy, with the melodies of violin and accordion intertwined and mixed with bright drum beats.
Some people began to dance in the hall, their heels hitting the solid wooden floor, their skirts flying in the air.
The young people were shouting and singing loudly under the influence of alcohol. There was chaos everywhere and no one noticed what was happening on their side.
"Where do you want to go?" The white-haired man looked down, a smile still on his face. "We can go together—"
Su Cheng blinked and was about to speak.
The man suddenly jumped off the high chair, stretched out his long arms, pulled her over, put his arms around her back, clasped his palms around her waist, and lifted her up.
Su Cheng: “???”
She cursed and just as she put down the wine, she was picked up from the chair by the other party and held in his arms.
Su Cheng leaned silently in the other's arms, his suspended body forced to stick to him, and then he could feel the hard chest and the outline of the arm muscles.
The white-haired man's body temperature was very low, and the coolness was transmitted continuously through the clothes.
She felt like she was in the snow, with the noisy drums and singing in her ears. For a moment, the world was spinning and everything became unreal.
He carried her through the dancing crowd, surrounded by whistles and screams.
Many people saw their intimate posture and cheered for these young people with outstanding looks, as if they regarded this as an erotic encounter.
It's not uncommon for strangers to become lovers in a bar, and many regular drunks can tell similar stories, so they can only join in the fun.
The white-haired man was humming a song happily, and he looked relaxed even when holding someone in his arms. He even let her hanging body sway gently to the rhythm of the dance music.
"What are you doing?!" Su Cheng was almost overwhelmed by him, "You are the one who is drunk, right?"
She reached out to grab the man's collar, but the man grabbed her wrist instead.
This time he was holding her with one arm.
Although he is also very tall, he does not have the door-panel physique of the commander.
Su Cheng was really afraid that he would fall on his head, so he subconsciously put his other hand around his neck and said, "Can you hear me? Hey!"
The white-haired man lowered his head and took her wrist in his mouth.
Su Cheng: “?!”
His teeth pressed against the inside of her wrist, like a beast confirming the vital point of its prey. Her muscles instinctively tensed and her fingertips curled unconsciously.
Immediately afterwards, the cold and sharp canine teeth pierced into the tender flesh, bringing a sharp pain, but stopped on the verge of drawing blood and turned into a slow grinding.
He had a perfect grasp of the situation, and just a little more force would cause the blood vessel to rupture.
A moist coolness spread in the spreading pain.
The tip of his tongue swept across the teeth marks, licking away the slightest smell of blood, but his lips remained pressed against her radial artery, as if feeling her accelerated heartbeat.
With every breath, his icy breath fanned against her wrist, stirring up a small shudder.
Su Cheng only felt itchy and painful. Although it was not particularly uncomfortable, the feeling was very subtle.
She couldn't help but take a breath, "Fuck——"
The moment the white-haired man raised his head, a circle of light red teeth marks was left on her wrist, slightly glistening with water.
She was about to speak when the rhythm of the dance suddenly became intense. The other party suddenly lifted her up and almost let her sit on his hands.
Su Cheng's vision suddenly rose.
In a daze, the pain in my wrist dissipated and turned into a tingling pleasure.
Her mind seemed to be beginning to wander, but for some reason, her senses became sharper and she was able to capture every detail of the environment.
This feeling is very contradictory.
She saw the crisscrossing oak beams in the ceiling, their grain a deep, honey-brown from years of smoke.
A brass chandelier hung from the beam, and the monster crystal core inside was glowing brightly. The orange-yellow block crystals were slowly melting, like burning candles.
In the rough stone fireplace on one side of the hall, pine logs of varying lengths crackled, and the dancing flames flickered across the hanging cast iron pots, stuffed deer antlers, and faded flags.
She saw the mottled scratches on the utensils, the dents made by weapons on the walls and tabletops, and the guests sitting at the tables.
The maps, account books, menus and cutlery at their hands, the weapons, bags or book boxes on their waists and backs, the fish-scale luster on their armor, the mud on the soles of their boots, and the dust in the folds of their clothes.
The stew pot in the waiter's hand was steaming, the golden crisp edges of the toast were shining with oil, and the wine was rippling and reflecting the dazzling color of rose gold.
Everything seems clear and discernible.
She was lifted up and spun in the air, all the scenery stretched into blocks of color, yet her rotating eyeballs could still capture all kinds of information—
The warm candlelight, like molten gold, left bright traces on the retina as sticky as honey.
The strings plucked by the musicians vibrated continuously, and fine dust fell in the air.
……beauty.
Su Cheng thought dizzily.
The young people on the dance floor were dancing arm in arm, their skirts turning into a kaleidoscope of orange, saffron, and blue. They were holding up wooden cups and singing loudly, with foam surging on the rims of the cups, emitting a sweet fragrance. The smell rushed into the nose and spread in the throat, like candy licked by the lips and tongue.
The pair of cold, powerful hands that were holding her waist seemed to soften as well, caressing her bare skin with the rise and fall of her breathing.
Su Cheng felt an indescribable happiness.
Then she felt hot.
It was as if there was a fire burning in the abdomen, fumigating the entire body, and then the heat surged downwards.
The fabric on her body seemed to become rough, and the muscles in her thighs suddenly tensed.
The blood in the body seemed to have evaporated, as if it had turned into melted, overflowing wax. The heat fermented and burned in the pelvis, scorching the waist and abdomen.
Then it completely melted away.
It was like snow water dispersed by the sun, or like slippery oil, flowing through the muscles of the femur.
It's like soaking in a warm hot spring, moistening your soul and body.
A sharp pain came from my back.
Su Cheng: “?!?!”
She regained consciousness completely, and used all her strength to keep her expression from changing too much, keeping her head held high while maintaining her previous dazed look.
Then he looked at the man in front of him.
Those green eyes stared at her without blinking, without any tenderness in them, only cold scrutiny.
Excellent.
He probably thought she was not fully awake yet.
Su Cheng simply gave up, tugged at the man's collar, then stuck his fingers in, groping and kneading him randomly.
When she touched the marble-like chest muscles, she let out a sigh of satisfaction.
...I'm not pretending.
She is really feeling uncomfortable now, but she will feel comfortable as long as she touches the other person.
Su Cheng took a breath and asked, "According to what you said before, what reasons do you usually have for punishing others?"
"Interesting question," the white-haired man leaned closer, his breath scented with wine brushing against her nose, "I haven't summarized it yet, there are quite a few reasons."
He held her in his arms and walked away from the hall, out the side door and into the alley outside.
As the heavy oak door closed, the chaotic music was also blocked out.
The back alley of the tavern was quite narrow, with damp stone walls covered with moss. There were several empty wine barrels piled at the entrance of the alley, and the wood texture was swollen by rainwater.
The white-haired man pushed her against the wall and squeezed her shoulders with one hand.
He lowered his eyes to look at her. Under his light eyelashes, his translucent green eyes sparkled, revealing a certain cruel and playful pleasure.
"So," he curled his lips, "are you happy?"
Su Cheng wanted to kill him.
The guy bit her, and somehow it aroused her desire.
If it was someone else, it would be fine, but she happened to have that terrible curse!
The curse was triggered together!
Now it’s unclear how this will end!
She resisted the urge to slice him into pieces with her wind blade and held the man's hand on her shoulder. "...Do you like me?"
The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly and replied in a completely nonchalant tone, "I like it."
"real?"
Su Cheng raised his head and smiled with satisfaction, like a child who had gotten his favorite toy.
She said in a soft, coquettish tone, "A liar has to swallow a thousand needles!"
The white-haired man looked at her amusedly, as if he were a fool. "...Of course."
"Oh," Su Cheng restrained his smile, "Then enjoy it."
The Libra mark on her palm began to heat up.
The man seemed to want to say something, and just as his Adam's apple moved, the first silver needle came out from under the root of his tongue.
The silver spike pierced through the soft palate like a living thing, and a puff of bright red blood mist bloomed at the corner of the mouth.
His pupils began to vibrate violently, and more needles were rushing up his throat, as if being pulled by an invisible magnet.
But in the blink of an eye, that beautiful face became riddled with holes, and the sound of the sharp needles piercing the skin was as subtle and continuous as a group of silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.
One after another, long needles penetrated the epidermis, weaving a silver spider web around the neck, jaw and collarbone, and then burst out from the chest cavity. The tiny wounds were festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The white-haired man began to tremble, his expression became distorted, his moans and howls shattered, and more silver needles burst out from his abdominal cavity, nailing him into a bleeding wreckage.
Su Cheng took two steps back and watched him sit down on the ground.
She touched her burning back and found that the curse did not seem to be getting worse, and she was tortured by the uncomfortable and happy feeling again.
I couldn't help but slightly bring my knees together.
Just as I was about to go back and let Camus take a look, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
The broken body in the pool of blood suddenly began to twitch.
The skin embedded with silver needles showed a strange purple-blue color, and all the blood vessels seemed to bulge and throb under the skin like living things.
bite!
The first silver needle fell to the ground, and the blood-stained tip was still trembling slightly.
Immediately afterwards, all the silver needles that had pierced his body began to rapidly retreat in the opposite direction.
Su Cheng: “…”
Su Cheng turned around and was about to run away.
However, as soon as she took a step, she felt her whole body was extremely heavy. After taking two steps, she was so tired that she almost fell to the ground.
The white-haired man slowly got up. From his jaw and neck to his chest and abdomen, all the torn bones and flesh healed at an astonishing speed, and the new skin glowed with a pearly luster.
His chest rose and fell, and his broken ribs clicked into place like gears.
"ha--"
Blood dripped down his beautiful jaw.
His off-white shirt was all red, stained with clotted blood, and blood was dripping down the corners of his shirt.
"What a fun and cute punishment hahahahahahaha——"
The moment the man stood up, he grabbed the few silver needles still stuck in his chest, and even deliberately inserted them deeper, feeling the trembling brought by the pain.
His eyelashes were also dyed red, like frost flowers burning in the sunset, and his eyes looked dark green and gloomy in the alley without sunlight.
The vertical pupils shrank into thin lines.
"so--"
The white-haired man raised his hand, pulled out the last few needles, and licked the blood from his fingertips.
Beneath his tattered clothes, his strong, snow-white body had healed without a single wound.
"This is a one-to-one ratio, my Lord, the God's Favored One."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
