Chapter 12: Cyanid's Dark Side?! (Literal meaning) A sadistic pervert, danger! ^……
It took Pei Qing a while to adjust her eyes to the chaotic lights. Places like this exist on every planet, including the capital city; there are many openly known ones, but even more hidden ones.
She had never been to a place like this before, not because Pei Qing was particularly noble or saintly, but simply because she was broke.
There's a saying, isn't there? "He puts all his little money into his mouth."
Pei Qing is that kind of person; she spends all the money she earns on food.
As soon as she entered, she headed straight for the food and beverage area. Looking at the long table laden with a dazzling array of food and drinks, she repeatedly confirmed with the scantily clad waiter beside her, "Are these all free? I can eat them all, right? I don't need to pay anything after I finish eating, right?"
The waiter was very professional and patiently answered Pei Qing several times, "Of course, if you feel tired and have finished your meal, I can accompany you to rest."
Upon hearing these words with a hidden meaning, Pei Qian couldn't help but look up at the waiter.
To be fair, the charm of this waiter serving drinks in the corner was no less than, and perhaps even greater than, that of the dancers swaying freely on the round stage.
He had two small, dark brown horns on his head, and his skin was not exactly fair, but it looked extremely smooth and lustrous.
The high bridge of his nose and deep-set eyes complement each other perfectly, creating a three-dimensional, mixed-race look to his face. Thick, long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, giving him a somewhat aloof appearance at first glance.
The man's deep brown eyes softened the coldness, and his gaze was calm and compliant. His overall demeanor was extremely gentle, without the slightest hint of aggression.
The indoor temperature was set low, and Pei Qing soon felt cold, reaching out to pull her hoodie tighter around herself.
As the waiter poured the wine and handed it to her, she noticed that the person in front of her was also trembling slightly.
The shirt he wore, the uniform worn by all the service staff, was very thin, with a bright red top that stood erect. Not to mention the openwork window at the chest, where even the tiny bumps on his skin, slightly raised by the cold wind, were clearly visible.
A large expanse of spring scenery is revealed, the front of the shirt is extremely full, the neckline is stretched taut, so much so that it almost bursts the seams of the shirt, as if it will break free from the narrow confinement at any moment.
It was so substantial that it could not be concealed at all. As the waiter bent over, it swayed slightly, making the mountains, valleys, and ravines even more prominent.
Her inverted triangle figure is perfect, and her waist appears extremely slender against the backdrop of her amazing bust.
Below his narrow waist, a short, non-breathable cloth with no elasticity covered his pert, upturned tail, about half a finger's width thick, which swayed slowly behind him, suggesting that he was in a relatively relaxed and peaceful mood.
A rough leather buckle tightly bound the base of his left thigh, creating a ring of flesh around his strong, honey-colored thigh, rubbing the tender flesh until it was red and raw.
This shabby outfit, combined with the gentle and submissive nature of the waiter in front of him, created an incredibly contradictory yet strangely harmonious effect.
Pei Qing drank his wine while resting his chin on his hand and admiring the scene.
Who doesn't love to look at a beautiful woman? On another note, this waiter's racial features are quite obvious.
Judging from his horns and tail, he should have genes from even-toed ungulates. She only had a vague understanding of this, but it's also possible that he has mixed genes from other animals.
Orcs are arguably the most vast race in the entire interstellar space. Anyone whose bloodline contains more than 50% orc genes is called an orc.
When Pei Qing first arrived on this planet, he wondered why there were far fewer orcs here than on PF, the planet he had lived on before.
It wasn't until recent days that she realized that in such a mixed place, being too conspicuous is sometimes not a good thing.
Most people here disguise themselves, not revealing their true race, which also helps them avoid being recognized when they flee.
However, there were many orcs in this club, and they all openly displayed their racial characteristics.
Or rather, they benefit from their unique racial characteristics, which attract more fervent attention to ensure their survival.
Occasionally, familiar coworkers would pass by, some would jokingly ask why she wasn't going out to play, and others would directly invite her, but Pei Qing always brushed them off by saying she hadn't eaten enough yet.
She was too lazy to engage in boring social activities.
Enjoying delicious food and fine wine in a corner, Pei Qing was happy to have some peace and quiet.
The waiter didn't go anywhere else; he stood silently beside her, showing great attentiveness. When Pei Qing accidentally spilled some wine on the side of her glass, the person next to her would very considerately hand her a clean napkin.
"Thank you. Don't you need to go with them?" Pei Qing held a steak in her left hand and stuffed fresh sashimi into her mouth with her right, eating with great relish.
"Guest, you are right here. How can I go and serve you elsewhere?"
Pei Qing swallowed the food in her mouth, took a sip of wine, and waved her hands repeatedly, "It's okay, you can go somewhere else. I quite like peace and quiet."
"Excuse me, did I disturb the guest? I can move away from you, but I'm worried that if I don't serve you well, the supervisor will punish me."
The waiter immediately bowed apologetically, his brown eyes lowered, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, but Pei Qian still felt that there was a hint of him trying to play the victim.
Sigh, why do working people have to make things difficult for each other? Let them stand here if they want.
"Never mind, I came here to eat by myself, how can I kick you out? If you don't want to go anywhere else, then it's fine to stay here."
After hearing her words, the waiter straightened up immediately and served even more attentively.
Pei Qing could also tell that this person was probably like her, just wanting to avoid some trouble.
"Thank you, sir. Have you finished your drink? Let me refill your glass."
He lifted the wine jug, and the mellow wine flowed down the long, clear glass neck, its aroma filling the air.
Pei Qian tilted her head back to drink, and happened to catch a glimpse of a scar on the back of the waiter's neck, which looked very similar to the one Youdu had shown her before.
She put down her wine glass and casually asked, "Is this scar on your neck also due to gland damage?"
"Well... since the guest has asked, I can't hide it. I was originally a servant. My former master fell into poverty and I was sold to the gladiatorial arena."
To enhance our combat effectiveness and prevent pheromone outbursts that could cause unnecessary trouble, the arena administrators will destroy the O's glands.
"I see," Pei Qing nodded thoughtfully.
Yudu doesn't seem like a slave from the gladiatorial arena; he has powerful backers.
If removing O's glands can improve his combat effectiveness and avoid the trouble caused by pheromone imbalance, then the work he does must be extremely dangerous.
However, this has nothing to do with Pei Qian. Thinking too much will only give you a headache. It's better to pretend you don't know anything to avoid adding to your troubles.
"Have you eaten anything? You should eat something too." Pei Qing suddenly remembered that the person next to her might not have eaten either.
"No, thank you. The supervisor doesn't allow us to eat while serving guests."
The orc waiter's usually gentle face flushed slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed. His tail swayed uneasily, and the fluffy ball at the tip of his tail accidentally brushed against Pei Qing's arm.
Pei Qing felt a slight itch on her arm, looked down and saw that it was this short tail wagging, so she grabbed it.
Its tail stiffened instantly, like a wooden stick.
“Uh, sir, please let go…” The waiter tried to wag his tail, but it didn’t budge. Pei Qing held on tightly, her eyes sparkling, as if she had seen something interesting.
"Hmm, I just noticed that the fur near the tip of your tail is black and white... Are you really a cow? And can you actually give birth...?"
While it is true that many of the genetic traits carried by orcs can indeed be fed back to themselves, it is not appropriate to say so rashly.
Pei Qing was already a little drunk. She hadn't expected the alcohol to be so strong that she didn't realize she was intoxicated and started playing pranks on people.
The waiter, who appeared to be a half-orc with cow genes, had already turned bright red. Fearing that Pei Qing might say something he couldn't bear, he quickly forced a smile and said, "Guest, please let go. I am indeed a little hungry. Let me have something to eat with you."
"Alright," Pei Qing said with a hint of regret. The texture was really interesting, but she still let go. The furry tail snapped back in a flash; she couldn't let the dog go without food.
She had almost finished eating and was sipping her drink in small sips, occasionally picking out some snacks.
Pei Qing wanted to say something more, but she couldn't quite remember what she wanted to say. She felt she should take a walk to digest her food, so she got up, a little unsteady on her feet, and walked away.
"Hey, Pei Qing, you're here! I've finally found you. The supervisor was just looking for you..." a familiar-looking coworker called out to her.
"Isn't today a day off? What's going on? Is there any work scheduled?"
She didn't want to work a culture of unpaid overtime.
"I don't know, you sound really anxious. Hurry up, don't let anything delay you, go quickly. It's on the left, go up to the third floor, someone should be there to meet you."
Pick her up? Her supervisor?
If Pei Qian were still conscious, she would definitely feel that something was wrong. Why would a proper person talk to someone at this time, or go to a certain place alone?
Unfortunately, she had just drunk some alcohol and wasn't quite clear-headed. She responded and headed up to the third floor.
On the sofa a few meters away, Er Mao, who was on important surveillance duty, was enjoying his drink when he suddenly remembered he needed to check on Pei Qing's movements. When he looked up, he was shocked to see a glimpse of her clothes flash by and disappear into the stairwell.
Oh no, oh no! I have to get there right now and check on things!
Er Mao immediately tried to push away the bodies that kept raising their glasses to her and pressing against her, but there were just too many of them, and she couldn't push them all away no matter how hard she tried. By the time she finally managed to escape to the stairwell after a great deal of effort, there wasn't a trace of them left.
With a long face, she could only go to a secluded corner of the bathroom, activate the wireless chip embedded behind her ear, and send a communication to headquarters, "Parrot calling headquarters, parrot calling headquarters—"
The signal was connected, "I lost sight of him, and the target disappeared..."
This is terrible! Half of the bonus will be deducted! Oh dear, why didn't Pei Qing say anything when he left?
Er Mao turned left and right downstairs, but couldn't find him. Meanwhile, Pei Qing had already reached the third floor. She was reeking of alcohol and, after waiting for a long time without anyone coming to pick her up, she turned around and wanted to go downstairs.
A masked man suddenly appeared, speaking respectfully, "Are you Miss Pei? This way, please." Although his words were respectful, his demeanor left no room for refusal.
Pei Qing followed the man to the Arrow Room, completely bewildered. The man opened the door for her and then stepped aside, saying, "Aren't you coming in with me?"
"No, no, no, Miss Pei is a guest personally invited by the Second Master. How could we lowly servants be worthy to go with you?"
Second Master? Wasn't he supposed to be the supervisor?
Pei Qing turned to leave, only to find that the person who had been smiling moments before was now looking at her warily. One hand was behind her back, seemingly holding some kind of sharp weapon, as if he would stab her if she tried to leave.
Pei Qing didn't dare to gamble; her wages for today hadn't even arrived yet. It was just a run-down room, wasn't it? She could just go in.
It just goes to show that sometimes alcohol emboldens cowards. If she were still sober, she would have run away long ago when she came downstairs.
Although she was somewhat prepared, she was still slightly shocked by what she saw when she opened the door.
Pei Qing had long known that as long as she was still working as a cleaner, she would eventually run into that pervert, but she never expected that day to come so soon.
There were still ten people neatly arranged, and the ground was still covered in blood. But unlike last time, this time, Gu Fei was facing her, and he was smiling.
"You've come..." Seeing Pei Qing enter, he gracefully stepped over the flesh and blood, discarding the broken whip and throwing away the filthy gloves.
The tone was terrifyingly gentle, like a lover's whisper.
A cold hand touched Pei Qing's face again, but the woman tilted her head, preventing him from touching her. "What? Aren't you afraid I haven't showered this time?"
Gu Fei's lips curled up, his dark green eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light. He was a little taller than Pei Qing, and awkwardly buried his head in the side of her neck, taking a deep sniff.
The damp, cold air hit Pei Qian's earlobe, and she turned her head impatiently. Gu Fei didn't seem to care at all, "Your scent is still as unique as ever."
"It wasn't for nothing that I waited so patiently for so long."
"Tonight, you will be my most perfect work of art."
Pei Qing's eyes slowly turned dark without anyone noticing, including herself. Even her voice changed slightly, becoming cold and hard, filled with a heavy sense of malice. "Artworks? You mean these bloody things on the ground?"
"What, you don't like it? I thought you were like me. I loved the way you looked that day,"
Gu Fei paused, the final note of his aria chilling and eerie.
"...The moment I see your eyes, I can't help myself; I want to gouge them out and crush them, to see how you beg me with tears of blood..."
Male A appeared behind Pei Qing like a ghost, gently stroking her forehead. His cold fingers traced across the eyes, nose, and lips of the black-haired female A, his gentle tone concealing countless grievances and cruelty.
"Really? You're so sure you can succeed? Don't you think you're being a bit too overconfident?"
The aura of blood rushed towards him, but Pei Qing's face showed no emotion. The remaining white in her eyes was being slowly, imperceptibly, devoured by wriggling black lines.
By the time Gu Fei realized something was wrong with the person in front of her, it was already too late; he was too close to her.
A rare look of fear flashed in the man's green eyes. The next second, a burning pain, accompanied by intense numbness, spread wildly from his back and the back of his head to the surface of his body and even to the various fragile organs inside.
Even that mechanical heart, which no longer belonged to flesh and blood, felt indescribable pain.
Or rather, it's about facing an indescribable danger once again, the immense, soul-stirring surge of adrenaline within your body...
Excitement and fervor.
A note from the author:
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La la la, I'm here! Thank you to all the little treasures who supported me! Love you all!
This chapter feels a bit dangerous...
I'm currently revising the next chapter, worried it won't be able to be published ORZ (Frantically revising with keyboard furiously!)
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