Chapter 39 A delicious little cake delivered to my door—I must eat it! Pitch black…
dark……
Endless darkness, without a single ray of light...
It felt like being in a scalding hot spring, your body enveloped by the water...
Pei Qing curled up, her eyes closed, unable to move, but her consciousness was exceptionally clear.
This isn't her own body. Who is she? And where is she?
She heard ancient, mysterious murmurs flowing in her ears, and incessant sacrificial texts washing over her like a tidal wave. A deep, fluorescent light pierced through the unfathomable darkness, connecting with her consciousness.
Consciousness gradually entered the vast and boundless universe, wandering aimlessly within it...
The stars were dazzling, the Milky Way was brilliant, and at this time, no living beings had set foot in the sea of stars.
She gradually witnessed the birth of a race, pale blue fluorescent stars gathering together, shimmering with faint light. After hundreds of millions of years, they formed those egg-like, translucent objects, laden with fruit, hanging from the tops of the pitch-black, boundless tentacles.
Time slipped away aimlessly, and before they knew it, the eggs gradually began to show signs of life. They moved about curiously, and it seemed as if emotions were being transmitted within them.
They yearned, they cried out…
Mother……
Mother……
They called out again and again...
His tentacles unconsciously stirred the eggs, and from the eggs came a joyful emotion...
That's amazing.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her brain. Brain? No, who is she? Who is she?
Who is she?!
A dark, gray wave surged within my mind, and the stinging sensation intensified!
Pei Qian couldn't help but cry out in pain, her body involuntarily convulsing, and fine beads of cold sweat seeping from her forehead!
The invisible air distorted like a heat wave, and the next second, a thin, pale young man appeared in the room.
E0779 didn't understand why he had chosen to be here. He had always been aloof, but why, seeing that person's distressed state, did his heart suddenly feel like it was being gripped tightly by a large hand, causing him so much pain that he could hardly breathe?
The wounds on his body had not fully healed yet; the several penetrating wounds that ran across his chest and abdomen were still throbbing with pain.
After being forced to inject an unknown drug that day, his self-awareness remained suppressed at the very bottom of his mental sea, and he could only watch helplessly as his body was repeatedly pierced by those frenzied and ferocious tentacles.
He dared not appear before her, and could only hide in a corner, silently licking his wounds, waiting for his body to heal, and quietly observing her.
Her eyes were bright, like the candy she received as a reward from her teacher when she was a child at the orphanage long ago—round, sweet, and sparkling.
She slept very quietly, but the tentacles would always sneak out of her body to play while she was asleep, occasionally knocking over her toiletries. He would always clean them up before she woke up.
She seemed to be a little afraid of the cold. Because those tendrils always found his hiding place with unerring accuracy, climbed onto him, and crawled in through the gaps in his clothes.
It wraps precisely around the warm, delicate waist and abdomen, the neck, or creeps strand by strand into even warmer places...
If she could clearly see what he looked like, would she dislike him?
E0779 looked at its slender limbs, thin and tough waist and abdomen, and its barely protruding collarbone. It seemed that only the part where the legs and waist connected had some flesh, but it was not soft enough. When touched carefully, it was still a bit rough and could not be used as a nest.
He was so thin, like a withered branch that had spontaneously sacrificed its last remaining sap and nutrients.
And these disgusting, ugly scales that can't be taken back—will she hate him? He unconsciously dug at the fine scales, creating tiny, terrifying bloody holes.
As he drew closer, his unease grew.
Female A was surrounded by black tentacles that swayed protectively, identifying any suspicious creatures. When they sensed a life force approaching, they froze for a moment, and several thick branches transformed into sharp points, ready to attack the intruder at any moment.
A thin tendril slowly crawled out of Pei Qing's eye socket, winding its way up to the upper part of the young man's slender chest.
These snail-like secretions left traces of styrofoam on pale skin. The substance was somewhat irritating, causing patches of redness to appear on the fair skin and raising tiny bumps.
The twig gradually climbed to a familiar spot, as if confirming something. Two small branches split off from the tip, which was covered with fine barbs, tightly wrapped around the pale-colored branch and slowly pierced into the tiny pores.
...Unable to bear such a strange feeling, the young man's perpetually pale and gloomy face gradually took on a different kind of radiance, and his lips involuntarily let out trembling breaths.
Those unique, cold, vertical pupils shrank smaller and smaller until they became just a vertical line. A damp, warm sensation filled their eye sockets, and the twigs rubbed against the corners of their eyes, making that small patch of soft skin red and shiny.
Having confirmed enough information, the branch withdrew its attack mode, made way for the youth, and slowly moved back to its original position.
A layer of glossy sheen had appeared on the dark branches, and water was dripping from them incessantly, so much so that it had pooled into a small puddle in the corner of the bed.
The young man slowly walked to the bed and sat down. His slender, bony index finger traced the outline of the woman's face several centimeters away. He leaned down, and his half-length, tousled hair fell onto the woman's arm, seemingly as a substitute for a kiss.
She seemed very cold; her lips were frozen blue-purple, and she seemed to be trapped in some kind of deep nightmare. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her eyelids trembled uncontrollably, yet she could not wake up.
He wants to... so what should he do? 0779 felt a little lost. What should he do to warm her heart?
He thought of those slippery tentacles late at night these past few days; they knew him better than he did...
Perhaps... 0779 remained silent for a moment, then stiffly stretched forward, his two fair and warm fingers slowly and firmly grasping the section of the jet-black tentacle, extending an invitation to the tentacles surrounding him.
The chosen tendril swayed in confusion, seemingly not understanding why prey would willingly come to it and even spontaneously expose its vulnerable neck.
A hidden longing lingered in the young man's eyes, and his pale cheeks flushed red. Seeing that the branch did not move, he stretched his slender neck forward and took the initiative to meet the rough tip of the branch.
Sensing the familiar warmth of the nest, the fine barbs suddenly contracted and expanded violently, piercing the prey's lips. The lips stretched to their limit, and beads of bright red blood dripped down the torn flesh, staining the bewildered pale face with a touch of eerie beauty.
A few slightly thinner side branches seemed to sense something, swaying their branches excitedly from both sides of the youth, eagerly wrapping around the unsuspecting pale skin, playing wildly, leaving behind mottled scars.
He was once again suspended in mid-air, the dark tendrils weaving a giant net that tightly wrapped around his pale, slender body.
The extreme contrast between black and white creates an exceptionally rich and beautiful effect.
...His back trembled incessantly, and occasionally a semi-transparent gel-like liquid would slide down, making his already meager clothing even more disheveled. The room was filled with steam, and the temperature gradually rose...
...
Pei Qian awoke to a rhythmic, gentle swaying, and was greeted by an extremely beautiful scene.
She still had some double vision, and in her blurry eyes she could only vaguely make out that pale and supple waist, like a bow stretched to its limit, or a zither about to break, with its strings snapping and jade-like fluid splattering.
The bone beads protruded sparsely, and vermilion slowly emerged, dazzlingly painted on the tip. The fair and delicate butterfly bones trembled and swayed with the rhythm of breathing, extremely eye-catching.
"Gulp..." Pei Qing swallowed, she was so hungry.
...I really want to...
...I really want to eat it...
A strange appetite seemed to rise within her, accompanied by a burgeoning ambition. She licked her chapped lips and, following her heart, grasped that tender piece of meat.
Even though we don't know exactly what happened, let's eat this dessert that was delivered to our door first.
While E0779 was engrossed in his 'grinding work' with his back to female A, he was unaware that the person he was thinking about had already woken up.
Until the very last second before his waist was forcefully gripped, he was still pondering how to get that unruly tool to find the nest.
He struggled for more than ten minutes and only managed to get halfway there, but then it slipped away again because it was too slippery.
Aren't those lovely tentacles all quite comfortable here? Why, why doesn't she like them? And they always 'escape' from his grasp. E0779 felt a little wronged, but he didn't say anything.
Pei Qian felt the waist in her hand stiffen. The person seemed a little flustered and tried to crawl away using both hands and feet.
The man dawdled for a long time without taking any useful measures, just lingering and hesitating.
The barely perceptible touch and slow movements made Pei Qian extremely uncomfortable, so how could she let it leave so easily?
She gripped her waist firmly with her right hand, and with her left hand she reached forward and grabbed the man's thigh, forcefully pulling him back and fixing him in place.
The person was still facing away from her. Pei Qing didn't like the feeling of not being able to see their face clearly, so she wanted to turn them around.
The vines dancing beside him moved with his will, wrapping around his pale waist and abdomen, lifting him up and spinning him to reveal his face.
And strictly following the master's thoughts, several slightly thinner tendrils wrapped around... After Pei Qing adjusted it, the tendrils suddenly increased in strength, as if lifting a piece of paper and folding it up.
The young man swayed, let out a muffled groan, and, as if unable to support himself, placed one hand on the woman's firm abdominal muscles.
His other hand stubbornly covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of vertical pupils unique to cold-blooded animals, with moist, dark brown pupils moving uneasily.
At this moment, his eyelids were clean and clear, without the small vermilion mole, and his refined appearance was completely different from his frenzied state that day.
Could it be a split personality? Strange, Pei Qing tried to think of something during the process but couldn't figure it out. She secretly noted down the suspicious points and then continued to immerse herself in the tide of desire.
Afterwards, Pei Qing's hunger lessened considerably. Looking at the young man who had become noticeably weak, drenched in sweat, and slumped to one side, she smiled strangely. Could it be that her mutation was about absorbing human essence?
No, the young man doesn't look like he's exhausted from exercise. It seems more like he's weakened from overusing his mental energy. After all, he's a half-orc, so his physical condition shouldn't be that bad.
That's right. Although he kept covering it, Pei Qing still saw the scales. Well, she didn't feel anything, and was even more excited.
The young man not only retained the characteristics of a cold-blooded animal in appearance, but also retained the characteristic of cold-bloodedness in his body, with a body temperature slightly colder than hers.
My skin felt cool and comfortable to the touch. Besides, the process of gradually warming me up with each movement was quite fun, wasn't it?
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Author's Note: La la la, I'm here! I actually finished writing it yesterday, but I didn't upload it because I was afraid it would get lost (or look away)...
I don't know how long the full version will be available, so please watch it as soon as possible!
SOS is ruined; it's been modified five times already...
This is the eighth time I've changed it. [Shrug] My heart is dead.
This time, the prey is a very delicious little pervert!
I originally intended to write about a gloomy, melancholic male ghost, but it seems I've strayed a bit from that...
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