Chapter 75 Chapter 75 How greedy.
I met the kid in the chaotic alleys of Grantville.
At dusk, the blood-red setting sun splashes onto the bustling downtown area.
The old woman's body lay beside the ditch. Her hair was gray, her body was covered with wrinkles, her bones were twisted, and her flesh was bloody. She was barely recognizable as a human. Next to her was a smashed lyre.
The boy knelt in front of the corpse, crying and sobbing, his thin shoulders shaking constantly.
I didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
The city is numbed by the daily tragedies.
But when he raised his head, I saw his face covered in blood and bruises. Even though I have seen many handsome men, I couldn't help but stare at him at this moment.
He had raven-black hair, a delicate face, and eyes like red agate washed by tears, filled with heavy sorrow, yet still so beautiful.
I took a piece of dry bread from my bag and threw it to him.
He caught it, but didn't eat it. He just held it tightly in his hand. Then he stumbled towards me and knelt on the ground.
"Madam," his voice was hoarse and trembling, "Please... buy me."
I frowned and began to regret my actions.
"I've learned a little bit of fighting spirit, I can work, I can eat just one meal a day, and I can play the piano, I know over a hundred songs!"
He pointed at the horrific corpse behind him and tears welled up in his eyes again.
"I wanted to buy a coffin for my adopted mother and erect a small tombstone with her name on it. She was beaten to death, and the Vatican refused to save her. Those two priests took my money and kicked me out..."
I was silent for a moment. "Do you know what business I'm in?"
"Anything is fine, ma'am. I can do anything. I learn quickly! I'm not afraid of hard work!"
"Well, you said you could play the piano?"
——"The Nightingale on the Black String"
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Xiao Lan was still immersed in some tangled emotions.
"Yeah," Su Cheng was no longer in the mood to listen to what he said, "That's normal. Sometimes you might be attracted to someone at first sight. If you like someone, go after them. I'm leaving now."
She could use the power bestowed by the God of Joy to control and even seduce him.
But it's not necessary to be with him, and she already has someone in her heart, so this behavior is meaningless.
Xiao Lan was stunned again.
Her behavior was a bit strange, liking him without any warning, and giving up too decisively -
Of course, it’s not surprising to hear him say that he has a lover.
"You came to the auction," Xiao Lan whispered, "so you must have some needs, right? Perhaps I can help you? If you're willing to tell me?"
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should let him get involved. Just as he was about to speak, someone came onto the balcony.
Those people were obviously chasing Xiao Lan, probably wanting to discuss business with the Silver Wing Mercenary Group. They were immediately displeased when they saw outsiders.
"Ms. Kahn," one of them looked at Su Cheng, "I heard that you are the daughter of Viscount Kahn?"
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Obviously, not everyone knows about the Circle of Silents, and even if they do, they may not take this organization seriously.
At least the person in front of him couldn't hide the sarcasm in his tone.
Su Cheng knew why the other party was attacking.
Vanessa's parents are both aristocrats, but they both have families. They are the result of an affair between a married man and a married woman, so it is a bit embarrassing to explain their identities in detail.
Because she was a dual-attribute high-level elemental resonator, and also because of her parents' relationship, she was given to a viscount who had lost his daughter as an adopted daughter.
The title of Viscount Kahn is lifelong and not hereditary, so the title cannot be passed on after her death.
Vanessa can only be called Viscountess.
Like other members of the organization, she was obsessed with magic research and didn't care about these things. After all, the inheritance she received was enough for her to focus on studying without having to worry about her livelihood.
"...Yes, what can I do for you?"
Su Cheng said this casually, but he didn't stop and walked straight out.
"A mere Viscount's adopted daughter—"
The man was about to say something, but found that he was not taken seriously at all, and his face suddenly became embarrassed.
I couldn't help but try to stop her, "Hey!"
"Sir!" Xiao Lan grabbed the man's wrist. "I thought you were here to see me?"
The man tried to pull his arm free, but it was clamped tightly by the slender fingers and he couldn't move at all.
Su Cheng rushed out of the banquet hall, returned to the corridor, found the previous room, and pushed the door open with gritted teeth.
The God of Lust had returned at some point and was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.
Sitting next to him was a person in luxurious clothes and a feather mask. She was talking business with him, but her eyes could not stop lingering on the man's face.
The god raised his eyebrows slightly and saw the girl standing at the door. "...I think that's not a difficult task, Your Excellency. You can go now."
The feather mask stood up with a smile, "That's great, Mr. Lu Xia, if you have any other ideas, you are welcome to come to my mansion at any time-"
She seemed to expect the man in front of her to give more responses, but the black-haired man just waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the girl at the door.
The man turned and walked away in boredom.
The room fell completely silent.
Su Cheng pursed his lips, "So, good evening?"
The black-haired man looked at her with a half-smile, "Don't you know me?"
Su Cheng slowly moved over and said, "We just met once, so we can be considered acquaintances now."
He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled again, "In that case, just call me Lu Xia."
Su Cheng kept staring at the ground, not wanting to see any part of him, not even a piece of his sleeve.
Even though she wanted to come and lift the curse with him, she didn't want to get too confused in the process, lest she wake up and find herself in a Vatican prison.
A sneer suddenly sounded in my ears.
"Is that so? The chosen one by the three gods turns out to be a coward, afraid to face me, let alone his own desires—"
He spoke very slowly, as if he had ground each word with the tip of his tongue against his teeth before speaking it out.
Su Cheng even dared not to breathe.
Every inch of this sticky air is filled with a strange sweetness. Every breath I take makes me dizzy, but my heart beats faster and faster.
"...Your Highness," Su Cheng said softly, "This is just the instinct of flesh and blood. It's not something I can control, just like sweating when hot or crying when in pain. You use your power to trigger a certain reaction. Even if I were aloof, which I probably am not, I would be the same as I am now. So I don't feel ashamed, and naturally I'm not afraid to face it. I just think it's a waste of time. Of course, you're very beautiful, and in a sense, I enjoy it."
The god in front snorted softly, "Now that we're not on Vatican territory, are you finally telling the truth?"
Isn’t this nonsense!
You know the answer but still ask!
Su Cheng could not help but stare at him speechlessly.
Then he met those dark red eyes that looked like black jade reflecting fire.
Those beautiful eyes with golden patterns on them were filled with a strange and inhuman feeling, yet so alluring, like a vortex of dark fire that could suck the viewer into the abyss at any time.
Su Cheng: “…”
She wanted to look away but found it difficult.
Forget it, just watch it.
She walked over with a stern face and sat on the small sofa next to her. "I'm here to date you."
The man looked at her with amusement, and leaned over in a very relaxed posture, resting his elbow on the armrest and supporting his chin.
"Really?" he said casually. "After being rejected by others? Am I a second-best option?"
Su Cheng puffed up his face, "Why are you still listening to others!"
"Can't I listen?" He looked at her with amusement. "Or have I ever claimed to be a good and virtuous person?"
Su Cheng: “…”
She suddenly felt that it didn't matter if the curse was not lifted.
It would only hurt for a while, and she hadn't intended to fight here anyway.
Su Cheng: "...That's terrible. I like good people with noble character. How about I just leave?"
She stood up silently.
Just as he was about to turn around, his wrist suddenly tightened.
Under the influence of the curse, her body temperature had risen a lot, but the fingers around her wrist were still scorching hot, as if they were about to burn through her skin.
The next second, she was pulled backwards and staggered down onto the man's knees.
The spread hem of their skirts was like a blooming orchid, covering their crossed calves. The buckles on their leather boots collided and hooked against each other, making a slight sound.
"Do you really want to leave?"
His hot breath brushed against the side of my neck, as if melting the hair.
"Honestly, dear, are there any good people around you who are of high moral character?"
The man rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a dissatisfied, almost coquettish tone: "The liar who branded your palm, the paranoid who left marks on your arm, or -"
He suddenly held her face and forced her to turn her head to face him, his eyes falling on the girl's snow-white cheeks with a slight blush.
The god's fingers traced over the protruding cheekbones. "Kissed the old drunkard here?"
They are close at hand.
Su Cheng sat in his arms, as if she was in a furnace.
The touch of his skin was like a burning flame. She felt herself being burned from the inside out, and the silk hem of her skirt rubbed against his belt.
"Your Highness—"
The slender and beautiful fingers suddenly pinched her face.
"Call me by name."
He pulled her cheek and pinched it twice, neither lightly nor heavily, "Otherwise I will punish you."
The god's voice was low and pleasant, but his tone still sounded soft and a bit coquettish, and did not seem to have much deterrent power.
But even a simple guess would tell that the so-called punishment was not a serious matter.
Su Cheng blinked, "How will Your Highness punish me?"
"Hmm?" Lu Xia glanced at her. "You seem very excited?"
Su Cheng was so moved by his gaze that he forgot what he wanted to say and just sat there in a daze.
After a few seconds, she came to her senses and wanted to bang her head against the wall.
Su Cheng: "...If you're like this, we can't talk anymore!"
"Why," the man said, his mouth curled up, "isn't it just the instinct of flesh and blood? Doesn't it have any meaning?"
Su Cheng held his forehead with his hand, "That's a waste of time! Look, I've almost forgotten what I wanted to say!"
Lu Xia tilted his head. "That's your own problem. By the way, let me remind you that you seem to be expecting me to punish you."
“…That’s your own understanding.”
Su Cheng stretched out his arms and hugged his neck, and couldn't help but touch his black hair which was as smooth as brocade.
"I'm just curious what other tricks you have? After all, from our last experience, it seemed like all you could do was lie there—"
She feigned dissatisfaction and said, "It only makes others work themselves to death."
The arms around the waist suddenly tightened.
"That's a really cruel accusation."
The voice brushed past her earlobe, like a feather dipped in hot wine sweeping across the most sensitive skin.
Su Cheng subconsciously tried to break free and couldn't help but use some force on his hands.
"...It was just a test," the man said confidently. "If I take the initiative and no human can refuse me, you'll get zero points, just like everyone else lost in this illusion. Do you like this ending?"
Su Cheng rolled his eyes at him, "Who said that? I heard that the one favored by the God of Purity can—"
The god pulled her back slightly, and the energy accumulated in her arms suddenly relaxed, and she crashed completely into his arms.
"Perhaps it is possible."
The tip of his nose brushed against the girl's earlobe. "But do you want to be his follower? That arrogant idiot, unable to understand the human instinct for appreciating and longing for beauty, unwilling to acknowledge that the ability of humans to enjoy spiritual and material pleasures from physical intercourse is a symbol of our belonging to a higher intelligent race. He only regards that as dirty, evil desire that needs to be discarded. He does have a decent face, but this skin is merely a manifestation of the power of the gods. Our true bodies are all conceptualized forms. Just like if you tear me apart now, I can immediately create a new body. You can't just be obsessed with this illusion—"
The last bit of distance was completely eliminated.
The two of them were too close.
The seaweed-like curly black hair was scattered and tangled, weaving a dark cage, and they were all captured birds, trapped in the net.
"If that's the case, then I'm already your Favored One, right?"
Su Cheng looked up at him as he spoke.
In the dim room filled with aromatherapy, in the flickering candlelight—
His skin had a breathtaking texture.
The thick, inky black hair makes the skin look like snow, but it is not pale due to lack of blood, but a clear and flawless color.
His lips, as red as agate, were raised in an arc that seemed almost like a smile.
And those enchanting eyes that sparkled with an inhuman luster.
The temptation was so strong that it instantly captured people's minds.
Su Cheng heard the sound of his heart beating wildly.
Su Cheng: "...wait, it doesn't seem so. I always feel that you are not a superficial person, um, God."
The deity raised an eyebrow slightly, "Superficial?"
Su Cheng felt that this word was not appropriate, "No, I actually wanted to say——"
“A lot of people think the opposite of you,” he said delicately. “They think I’m supposed to be shallow and vulgar.”
"Why?" Su Cheng retorted subconsciously, "You are a musician, you can dance, you are an artist——"
"Because they are lords, the sons of wealthy merchants, or at the very least, cooks, while I am a slave sold into the guild hall."
He lowered his eyes to look at her and spoke slowly, his voice seemed to be without much emotion, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"...Of course, there are other reasons. For example, compared to others, I'm always the one with the worst understanding. Some people always feel that I'm wasting the Divine Lord's favor."
Su Cheng listened silently, but found that he suddenly stopped talking.
Su Cheng: "Look at the bright side. No matter what grievances your colleagues have, they can't do anything to you now. They can only scold you."
The god was silent for a few seconds, then chuckled softly, "...it seems to be true."
"Yeah, if they're unhappy, then you can be happy."
Su Cheng smiled as he unbuttoned the man's shirt, touching his strong and lean chest and stroking his strong and beautiful muscle lines.
This power that is about to burst out forms a strange and wonderful contrast with the gorgeous face with a fragile beauty.
The urge in her chest to explore and touch was further activated, and she couldn't help but touch the man's cheek.
The fingertips traced the curves of the brow arches and eye sockets, and slowly moved down along the bridge of the nose.
The god looked at her silently.
The next second, the tip of his finger was held by the petal-like red lips.
Su Cheng froze for a moment.
It was as if a tingling electric current exploded from the fingertips, spreading along the arms to the spine, and the warm and slippery touch continued to come.
It's like being soaked in boiling honey. Every slight suck blooms on the sensitive skin of the fingertips, bringing a dizzying pleasure.
Then she touched the tip of the god's tongue.
That piece of flexible and powerful flesh licked every inch of the joint carefully, from the lines on the fingertips to the edges of the nails.
Su Cheng felt dizzy, and every part of his body that was touched was exploding with an incomparable feeling of comfort.
It was a complete physical stimulation, but because it was too intense, it affected the nerves, consciousness and even the soul.
As if floating in a warm and sticky sea of honey, she could hardly think, nor did she want to.
Just instinctively enjoy the pleasure that keeps coming.
The fingertips were still held in his mouth, alternating between wet and hot sucking and light biting, running through each tip like a fine electric current.
That pure pleasure from the flesh made her arms and spine numb and soften.
In a trance, a blurry and confused picture appeared in front of her eyes.
At the feast of singing and drinking, someone was dancing gracefully, her golden and silver curls flying in the wind, and when she looked back, her eyes were filled with endless joy.
Like two bright stars twinkling in the night sky.
Then he slowly extended his hand to her.
Su Cheng's heart was beating wildly.
A sudden ecstasy that was touched from the depths of her soul occupied her consciousness in an instant.
Her soul seemed to break free from the constraints of her body and fly towards the banquet filled with joy.
Su Cheng subconsciously stretched out his hand.
The moment their fingers were clasped together, the god bathed in soft light smiled.
He lowered his head, and his golden and silver hair brushed against her cheek.
Su Cheng could even feel an illusory itch, and then a kiss as soft as a feather fell on her cheek.
This kiss had no substance, no heat, no moisture, but it was more shocking than any real skin-to-skin contact.
It was a touch on the soul, an infusion of pure joyful energy.
Her entire spiritual world was lit up, and she was immersed in indescribable happiness and satisfaction.
Su Cheng heard something in his ears.
Like the crisp sound of crystal or glass being shattered, the illusion before my eyes suddenly shattered into countless broken pieces.
Su Cheng suddenly came back to his senses.
"How greedy."
The black-haired man in front of her looked at her, and his dark eyes, which were stained with golden cracks, seemed to be burning with fire.
“…It’s not enough to enjoy the pleasure I give you, you also need to establish a connection with Him.”
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