Chapter 4
Miel put on his trousers.
The downside of being too close to Cthulhu is that your vision is occupied by his chest, and your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you can't calm down.
But there are also benefits.
The advantage is that Cthulhu's vision is blocked by his shoulders, so he won't stare at places he shouldn't look at when he's putting on his pants, which would put him under both psychological and physical pressure.
After buttoning up his clothes and straightening the hem of his clothes, Miel's shame was slightly relieved.
"Okay?" Cthulhu asked him.
"Okay, that's it."
"Then—" Cthulhu stretched out his hands and picked him up horizontally.
Miel's body tensed for a moment, then he forced himself to relax and raised his eyes to look at Cthulhu's face.
All I saw was a playful smile on that beautiful and changeable face.
He seemed to know how ambiguous his actions were and was looking forward to the reaction of the person in his arms.
It also seemed simple, like holding a newly bought toy, feeling happy and satisfied.
Regardless of his motives for doing this, Miel felt as if he were being held horizontally by a beautiful and mature male elf, like a noble princess.
This elf is still naked...
Miel didn't know where to put her hands, so she could only fold her palms and press them on her chest. There was no special expression on her beautiful face, and her eyes were looking somewhere empty.
He had to keep his expression tight and clear his mind - only in this way could he not be deceived by the beautiful but fake body that was holding him.
"Close your eyes." Cthulhu gave gentle advice in his sexy voice.
Miel did so.
The vision falls into darkness, and the hearing becomes several times sharper.
After a brief silence, he heard the sound of liquid being stirred by tentacles.
He heard the sound of bubbles forming and scrambling to the surface.
He felt like he was being carried by Cthulhu, moving quickly in some liquid.
After realizing this, his body was wrapped in cold liquid and his skin felt the resistance from the liquid.
Breathing also...
A second before the liquid entered his trachea, Miel instinctively held his breath, and Cthulhu obviously increased his speed in swimming in the abyss.
Finally, before Miel suffocated, he felt his head float above the water with a "whoosh".
He instinctively took a deep breath, then choked on the air and started coughing violently.
“Cough cough… cough cough cough…”
"You can open your eyes now." A strange male voice sounded in my ears.
Miel knew it was the voice of Cthulhu.
He had become accustomed to the faces, figures, and voices of the Old Ones, which were always shrouded in mystery.
Every second is strangely beautiful and moving.
But wait, that’s not right.
Compared with Cthulhu's previous voice, this voice was much more solid, as if it had fallen from the clouds to the ground.
Miel opened his beautiful blue eyes like gems with confusion and curiosity, and saw a face that no longer changed.
He had a handsome, masculine face, his skin tone was a bit darker than his own cold white, his hair was brown and black, just reaching past his neck and curling slightly at the ends, his eyes were beautifully shaped and had a bright red hue, and his lips were so sexy with their outline and thickness that it made one's heart beat faster.
The man was holding himself horizontally at this moment.
He is Cthulhu.
Miel saw Cthulhu's face clearly for the first time!
This face was by no means the most beautiful of Cthulhu's many, but was it because it no longer changed randomly? There was no longer that indescribable sense of terror, no longer that lingering sense of strangeness, only a stunning beauty that struck the soul.
A noticeable blush appeared on Miel's face.
He hurriedly lowered his head, looking away from the handsome face that he could see clearly and remember, not wanting the great Old One to see his unspeakable desires.
However, Cthulhu not only saw it, but also commented: "Judging from your reaction, my avatar is perfect. However, as long as it is beautiful enough, humans will even be attracted to the same sex? Humans are really interesting."
"...I am an elf." Miel lowered his head, his voice weak and whisper-like.
"Yes, but you use the word 'race' to distinguish between humans and elves instead of 'species', which means you recognize that humans and elves are the same species. What is the name of this species?"
Miel didn't answer.
He had never thought about such questions.
But according to the classification of species by people on the Liye continent, humans and elves should both belong to...Homo sapiens?
"It's called human." Cthulhu gave his answer. "For intelligent species on land, the human body structure is the most perfect. All intelligent species on land will eventually evolve in that direction. So, although you have different ancestors, you have evolved similar bodies."
"Of course, it's possible to evolve a body more perfect than humans. At this stage, I can't judge whether humans or elves have better bodies, but the subject I want to study from the beginning is humans."
"Humanity is older and more mature."
"When I first became aware of the existence of humans, there were no elves."
Miel lowered his eyes.
He understood that in the eyes of the great Cthulhu, he, as an elf, was just a substitute for humans.
But it is precisely because of this that he can get a glimmer of hope.
Cthulhu put Miel down.
Miel's feet stepped on the solid soil of Liye Continent for the first time in a long time.
Perhaps because he hadn't stood for a long time, his legs felt a little weak and he couldn't maintain his standing position for long on his own.
He instinctively grabbed Cthulhu's arm.
He caught it.
But what he didn't expect was that Cthulhu leaned back and sat down on the ground under his grab.
His body lost its balance and fell on Cthulhu, with his head resting on his uncovered chest.
Cthulhu: “…”
Miel: “…”
This time, Cthulhu did not ask him for an explanation, but explained it himself: "It is indeed difficult to move with only two legs. You are indeed worthy of being a human being."
Miyer sat up from the ground and found that Cthulhu was not completely naked at this moment.
It was true that his upper body was naked, but his lower body was wearing a pair of black bloomers.
The trouser legs are loose, but the cuffs are tightened.
Human clothing?
Miel did not rush to get up, but first felt the breeze, felt the sense of security as his body touched the ground, and his soul returned to his body.
The atmosphere around him was familiar yet a little strange, as if he had finally returned to his hometown after wandering for several years.
Looking at the abyss he had been pushed into, Miel tentatively said, "I thought you would stay in the abyss."
If the great Cthulhu could leave the abyss, why was he still waiting there for his fall?
He could have set foot on this land himself and observed the world and human beings with his own eyes.
To this, Cthulhu responded: "How boring is that? This world still needs to be explored personally, but I don't want to disturb the people of this world. Since you have awakened me from my dream, you should take responsibility and guide me well."
"Did my fall wake you? I'm so sorry."
"No need to apologize. You've aroused my curiosity about humanity and this world, and helped me perfect my avatar. I'm very pleased with you."
"So that white world is a dream?" Miyer suddenly understood something.
He did fall into the abyss, so his eyes saw darkness, his body felt cold, his breath was deprived, and he was struggling on the brink of drowning.
But he was dragged into Cthulhu's dream.
There was a bright world in the dream. In the dream, he could not feel the existence of water and was not sure whether he was breathing.
He was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, with reality and dreams alternating, thus disturbing his senses and making it impossible to tell which side was real, or whether both sides were real.
"That is..." The great Cthulhu lowered his thick and elegant eyelashes like crow feathers. After a brief pause, he said this in a gentle tone, "Explain it in a way you can understand - that is R'lyeh."
R'lyeh, the body of nightmare, extremely terrifying.
It is a city, a gigantic form born from the dark stars.
But it has been destroyed and sunk into the sea forever, and the great Cthulhu is sleeping in its body.
"I understand." Miel didn't know if he really understood, but he knew that continuing to ask would do him no good.
But there was one question he wanted to know the answer to.
Should I say I'm curious, or... do I really have some ridiculous expectations?
"It is rumored that you have a partner and children. Is that true?" Miel did not dare to look Cthulhu in the eye when he asked this question.
He used the most indifferent tone possible to make it look like he was asking casually, while at the same time, hiding his accelerated heartbeat due to nervousness.
"If you're talking about followers, I can indeed transform any creature without divinity into my followers," Cthulhu responded, "but if you're talking about creating life, I haven't been given that power since I was born, not even half of it."
"The rumors are indeed false." Miel breathed a sigh of relief.
Cthulhu looked at him and said: "Although I have no gender, if I have the opportunity to study the female body, I can also become a woman, but if you want me to create life with you, you will definitely be disappointed."
“…I don’t have that thought.”
The idea of having in-depth contact with the Old Ones is already outrageous, creating life...
Just by imagining that scene, Miel's stomach began to twitch, and even his fantasy of Cthulhu was suppressed.
He stood up, took a few steps, and after making sure his leg muscles had recovered enough to move, he extended a hand to Cthulhu: "Let's go."
"Where are you going?" The great Cthulhu did not refuse his kindness. He grabbed his hand, stood up with his strength, and then walked carefully, getting familiar with this beautiful but strange body.
"Of course it's revenge." Miel raised the corner of his lips and revealed a harmless smile.
It's afternoon.
The bright sunshine fell on the elf's snow-white hair, covering him with a layer of golden glow, sacred and beautiful.
The sapphire-like eyes shine with a stunning luster even against the light.
The cold white skin is like the ice and snow on the mountain top, pure without a trace of other colors.
Although she is thin, she is not weak, and her every move is full of aristocratic elegance.
Miel was originally a nobleman. He was the only son of Bros Akunila, the lord of Snow City. If he had not lost his magic power, he would have inherited his father's position as lord and ruled the entire Snow City.
Because of the sudden disappearance of the magic pool, he lost everything.
Strength, status, dignity... and almost even his life was lost.
But all this will be rewritten from this moment on.
"Accompany me to regain everything I have lost, my respected lord." said Miel.
Cthulhu laughed: "As you wish, elf."
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