Gift Box
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Shi Yanli's movements were really too slow.
By the time he came out, all wet and ready to blow dry his hair, my tentacles had already reached the door.
His shirt was already thin, not to mention that he didn't have time to wipe the water droplets off his body in the rush of time.
“…Stop, wait.”
His reluctant voice was completely blocked by my tentacles, and the next second I stepped forward and placed my palm on the hook behind the door.
In fact, Shi Yanli was thinking while taking a bath. He was trying to guess my molting period.
Because of my health, I go through an unbearable shedding period every month.
Normally these were fixed and had been very regular since adulthood, but for some reason it happened earlier this time, unless something stimulating had occurred.
Something stimulating... Shi Yanli thought.
He really wanted to try to catch some clues from it, but he knew he couldn't stay here for too long because his sister's tentacles had squeezed in from the cracks in the corner of the room.
[Brother, why aren’t you well yet? I’m hungry…]
My sister's faint voice echoed outside the door, and the door was banging against something hard.
Shi Yanli felt sorry for his sister, and his whole body and heart were in a knot because of the whispers. He wiped it roughly and went out immediately.
At this moment, wherever there is a gap, my sister's soft tentacles have invaded.
Shi Yanli lowered his head, unable to bear the sight. He often felt that the tentacles were his sister's third hand, because both the sampling method and the means of punishment were very similar to his sister's naive and cruel style.
Shi Yanli's skin was very thin, and the abnormal part was quickly completely swallowed up by the open cavity at the top of the tentacle.
The inner wall of the cavity is covered with tiny and sharp cuticles, which can continuously grind and probe in the dim and narrow space.
The fangs pierced his skin, and Shi Yanli felt a nerve-numbing liquid running through his body.
He felt his head was dizzy, and even the pores around his skin turned a deep red due to the stimulation.
"Ugh..." Shi Yanli shook his head and let out a suppressed cry of pain.
He could clearly see that his poor skin had been rubbed to the point of tiny blood beads, but he felt no pain.
Because whenever his sister's tentacles touch him, they will secrete a large amount of special neurotoxins like an octopus.
The toxin would deprive him of his perception of pain, leaving his mind completely immersed in a hollow, corroded sense of pleasure.
"Brother, you're so slow..."
I withdrew my tentacles with some dissatisfaction.
The tentacles used for sampling were slowly peeled off, while the others bit several bright red marks on his tense arms.
Shi Yanli is a human. The human body is complex and spiritually rich, but as a "vessel," it is too fragile.
"Is my brother waiting to eat?"
"Why don't you speak? Answer me, answer me, answer me..."
"Ugh! Gu...uh"
The only answer I got was Shi Yanli's labored breathing. I glanced at him and felt extremely embarrassed.
Of course, he couldn't say anything now, because the thick tentacles had already pierced straight into his throat.
The soft and cunning tentacles kept rushing towards the mucous membrane in the deepest part of his throat. Under my control, they crossed his warm mouth and tried to slide deeper into his throat.
I narrowed my eyes and saw that there was a layer of bulge on Shi Yanli's throat. I only needed to raise my hand and press lightly to occupy the source of his voice and use it to speak for him.
But I didn't do that because it was obvious that Shi Yanli's body could no longer bear it.
The human body is fragile and vulnerable. Even after so many experiments, Shi Yanli still cannot fully adapt to them.
His expression was particularly painful, his hands weakly climbed up his neck, and he gently begged me for mercy: "An An, An An, these, these are not allowed, no...if you go any further, it will, it will break..."
The panting sound was intermittent, and I tilted my head to listen to it. It was nothing more than an accusation of what I had done.
It doesn’t matter, none of this matters.
"Brother, what are you doing? Didn't you always play with me before? Weren't you always cooperative before?"
I looked at him in confusion, watching Shi Yanli retching into the sink, blood streaked in his throat. I narrowed my eyes and patted his cheek with the tentacle.
"If your throat isn't okay, is this okay, brother?"
Shi Yanli was still vomiting. I didn't understand why he was doing this. Because today I didn't implant any information into his body.
I like a clean Shi Yan Li, and I like a Shi Yan Li that has already been tidied and prepared.
Instead of his brother who is now in such a mess that he can't even stand up straight.
When he heard my question, Shi Yanli trembled and rinsed his mouth hurriedly.
He lifted the hem of his shirt lightly, supported his strong arms on the edge of the cold sink, and said softly: "Of course, An An. Everything that brother has was born for you."
So the tentacle just now chose to bend back. The five fingers spread out were particularly bright under the light. Shi Yanli's fingers were slender and his nails were neatly trimmed. My tentacle completely wrapped around this hand from between his fingers.
Then the tentacles pierced through the rhizomes, and blood rushed out, this was the vitality of life.
Shi Yanli closed his eyes and I couldn't see his expression.
Is he in pain or getting used to it? I looked at his face reflected in the mirror and for some reason I couldn't tell it apart.
My brother didn't make any sound before.
No matter how hard I tried, he would just grit his teeth and remain silent.
Later I got tired of this quiet eating game and felt it was boring, so Shi Yanli learned how to make the correct sounds.
If you are interested in seeing the spawning of apple snails, then I believe you should know what I am doing now.
As the name suggests, parasites need to find a suitable carrier and then successfully turn the carrier into their own container and their own food, so that they can draw strength from it and use it for their own benefit.
Of course, I can't be an apple snail, I just prefer to control Shi Yanli.
The round suction cups on the tentacles were all open, and the overly comfortable environment made me yawn lazily.
Shi Yanli's voice always sounded hazy when it fell into my ears. I saw his mouth opening and closing, and a rotten flower branch fell from his slightly opened lips.
I didn't hear his words clearly, but I felt something warm wrapping around my arm.
I looked down and saw it was Shi Yanli's hand.
"What's wrong, brother?"
I asked doubtfully, but Shi Yanli said softly, "I want to, I want to hold your hand..."
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I prefer using tentacles to explore and overly intimate physical contact, because these two methods are the most intimate and the most sticky.
Shi Yanli was already somewhat delirious, his eyes gradually unfocused. I turned him over so he was facing me, gently wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, then lowered my head and, as if nothing had happened, used the fangs of my tentacle to bite open his lip.
At least his lips were hot.
There were bursts of thunder outside the window and lightning flashed across the window frame. I was suddenly frightened and bit Yanli's tongue, then curled up in his arms again.
A faint smell of blood filled my mouth. I retracted my tongue and rubbed it against Shi Yanli's hot embrace.
Fortunately, the rain was too heavy.
Shi Yanli quickly recovered. He raised his hand and held me tighter, his voice gentle, "An An, I told you today that there would be thunderstorms tonight."
He was in a terrible state, with marks all over his body, but he still had the patience to coax me.
I retracted my tentacles, and the only information I could find out was that Shi Yanli was working hard in the company.
The dripping sound merged with the heavy rain outside the window, and there was no sign of stopping.
Shi Yanli had no choice but to raise his hand and stroke my hair over and over again, comforting me amid the thunder.
I snuggled in his arms, my cheek pressed against his chest, and told him that I was afraid of thunder because it happened often when I was alone at home.
Of course, I always make things up.
I could only clearly hear Shi Yanli's heartbeat amid the increasingly loud thunder.
Shi Yanli's heartbeat is very different from mine. His heartbeat is very regular.
I pressed my body against his chest, listened to his dull heartbeat, and fell asleep in his arms.
I've always been a light sleeper. Shi Yanli is a human, so after all this trouble I've put him through, he naturally fell into a deep sleep.
As usual, I was awakened in the middle of the night.
The bed was soft and filled with a faint fragrance. I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt and tried to turn around, only to find myself face to face with Shi Yanli again.
I have changed all my clothes and I don’t feel uncomfortable at all.
In the dark night, my vision was particularly sharp. Shi Yanli still had one hand on my waist, just maintaining a gentle hug around me. His breathing was very shallow but it was obvious that he was sleeping soundly.
I know he has been under a lot of pressure lately, and his brows are even furrowed when he sleeps, but this does not prevent Shi Yanli from looking good.
A big part of the reason I hunted him was because of his face.
I reached out and gently stroked Shi Yanli's slightly dry lips from his eyebrows to his thin lips, and finally noticed that there was a different gaze in the bedroom.
The fatigue after waking up easily makes people relax their vigilance. Now that I am fully awake, I can feel this gaze clearly.
The eyes were just "looking" at me, just "watching" me, without causing any trouble, but I could feel that the eyes were glued to me in every move I made.
My exposed arm felt cold under its gaze, and the temperature in the bedroom dropped uncomfortably. Shi Yanli was still soundly asleep beside me, and I felt the gaze gradually "approaching."
In the pitch-black room, all my senses were amplified. I heard Shi Yanli's steady breathing, and the irrational, crisp sound of dripping water.
This was out of place in the silent atmosphere, at least when I remembered I was already standing in front of the mirror.
The lights were turned on, and the bright light made me squint uncomfortably.
I looked down at the faucet, and there were no drops of water splashing out. However, the crisp sound of dripping rain continued to come to my mind.
The thunderstorm outside the window had stopped at some point, and my tentacles had already begun to run around looking for that elusive gaze.
It seemed that the gaze had faded a little since the lights were turned on.
I scoffed at him, "I'm a peeping Tom who likes to hide in the dark." Then I remembered the unidentified flesh in the opened gift bag that I hadn't dealt with yet.
The shower light turned off again, and I slowly made my way back to the living room and turned the light back on.
The living room was spacious, and even the lighting was bright enough. Unlike the cold, bluish light in the shower room, the light in the living room was warmer, creating a warm feeling on the body.
This is the color tone that Shi Yanli likes. I don’t like these very much, but I have no choice but to open it now.
Everything in the living room was illuminated. In the silent night, I sat on the soft sofa with my arms folded. When I looked up, I saw the piece of flesh again in the middle of the living room.
It was well packaged and stood quietly in the center of the dining table in the form of an exquisite gift box.
The window was tightly shut, but the ribbons wrapped around it swayed gently without any wind.
The gift box showed signs of having never been opened, as if it had been there quietly all along, without being damaged at all, even the blood that seeped from the cracks had disappeared completely.
The bow made of silk ribbons was still swaying gently, embellishing the edge of the gift box. From the outside, it looked like a beautiful gift that was carefully wrapped.
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