Chapter 8
Miel doesn't like basements.
I don't like any dark or narrow places.
Especially in Snow City, where the temperature is relatively low, if you are accidentally locked in a basement, you will feel like you are suffocating and buried in the snow.
Miel was buried in the snow when he was very young, which left him with a psychological trauma that was not serious but could not be eradicated.
His father, Bross, knew about this.
His father knew he wouldn't go to the basement.
But his father couldn't guarantee that Mr. Lola wouldn't go to the basement either.
That’s why I specifically reminded you not to go to the basement.
In that case, we have to go to this basement.
But it's too risky to go now. If my father sees us, the situation will become very bad.
It’s best to wait until late at night when your father is asleep.
But before that——
Miel took Cthulhu into his bedroom.
When you open the door and enter the room, the first thing that catches your eye is the big bed in the middle of the room and the curtains on the bed.
The blue silk-textured bed curtains completely cover the large white wooden bed that is more than enough for five people to sleep on, and have a strong presence.
The bed curtains were now elegantly open, revealing sheets, quilts, and pillows of the same color.
The room was spacious, with two windows, both covered by blue curtains.
The whole room is decorated in blue and white tones, making people feel like they are at the sea.
"Do you like blue very much?" Cthulhu couldn't help asking.
"It's not so much that I like the color blue, but rather that I like the ocean."
Miel said, and after a pause, he took the initiative to introduce: "Akunila, in Elvish it means 'conquer the ocean'."
"We are high elves from the snowfields. Our fellow high elves use the name Ice Elves to distinguish us. However, it is rumored that our ancestors came from inland, far away from the snowfields."
"They crossed the forest, crossed the ocean, and arrived at the snowfields. Then, over a long period of time, they evolved bodies and magic adapted to the snowfields. The surname Akunela was chosen so that our bloodline would not forget the feat of conquering the ocean."
"Ever since I heard that rumor, I've fallen in love with the ocean. I think it's a powerful thing. After all, if it weren't powerful, how could conquering it be considered a feat, worthy of being remembered and celebrated?"
"I see." Cthulhu stared at Miel's beautiful facial features for a while. "According to my research on humans, the facial features of species native to the snowfields are more three-dimensional. The rumor that the Akunira tribe came from the inland is very credible."
"Thank you. I like the ocean even more now."
"So what does 'Miel' mean in Elvish?"
"Originally, it didn't have a meaning," Miel responded. "But because of my mother, Mifele, it has a meaning."
"Mifel means 'gem' in Elvish. By replacing 'yeah,' which represents 'real,' with 'yeah,' I'm expressing that I'm a true gem—like this, it's given meaning."
"I understand, Baoshi." Cthulhu uttered four syllables in a strange tone, as if he was speaking another language.
"Huh?" Miel looked confused and didn't understand at all.
"Nothing, no need to worry."
"Okay." Miel didn't take it to heart.
The door was closed, the curtains were not opened, and the windows behind the curtains were also closed. The whole room was in a closed and dim state.
In the dim light, Miel walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, nervously fiddling with the sheets with his fingertips. "Mr. Cthulhu... please allow me to address you as such. You said you wanted to study my dignity. How exactly do you want to study it?"
"Is it okay now?" Cthulhu walked to the bed and looked down at Miyer who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
In the dim light, there was no light to outline Miel's delicate features, but he was still so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off him.
Those sapphire-like eyes seemed deep because there was no highlight embellishment, as if leading to an unknown abyss.
Miel raised his elegant eyelashes and looked at Cthulhu in front of him.
Black hair, red eyes, healthy and attractive skin tone, this combination may have belonged to some high elf from somewhere, or perhaps it was invented by Him.
But it is undeniable that this body attracts Miel and almost all elves... No, humans are absolutely unable to resist the temptation from Him.
The true forms of the Old Ones are indescribable, but their incarnations always attract all intelligent life to gather around them.
That is why they are “Gods”.
No matter how terrifying it is, there are people who will explore it.
No matter how unknown it is, there are people who believe in it.
Miel knew that everything he saw was fake, but he still couldn't help fantasizing.
——It’s all fake anyway, so it doesn’t matter if you give me a fake hug, right?
"Okay." Miel heard himself say, "Actually, I'm a little hungry now, but just in case, let's do it on an empty stomach... Before dark, my body is at your disposal for you to study. My only request is that you be as gentle as possible so that I can have at least some mobility tonight."
"Of course." Cthulhu responded in a low voice, "I said I would protect you. Even I can't hurt you."
"Let me tell you what I plan to do first, so that you can be mentally prepared." He very gently ensured Miel's right to know.
"First, I will connect our senses, during which everything you feel will be transmitted to me, including perceptions and emotions."
"Then, I will invade your territory step by step, observe your reactions, experience your feelings, and analyze the reasons behind these feelings."
"In this process, you will definitely face the loss of dignity, because only by knowing what you have lost can I know what you truly possess."
"Maybe some unexpected situations will happen, but don't worry. Once I set a goal, I won't explore other things. I'll leave those unexpected situations for next time."
To Miyer, Cthulhu's last words were simply a declaration to him: I know your secret, but I will tolerate your secret.
Preferring the same sex rather than the opposite sex—that’s Miel’s secret.
He couldn't explain why this happened, but as long as he could keep it a secret for the rest of his life, he wouldn't have to face anyone's strange looks.
However, Cthulhu can connect the senses... and in this way, his secrets will be controlled by Him no matter what.
I wonder how the great One would react when He sensed his desire for Him.
Ha, it doesn’t matter.
From the moment he signed the contract, he was prepared to have his dignity trampled upon.
But the only one who could trample on his dignity was Cthulhu, the great being who gave him new life.
Thinking of this, Miel smiled at Cthulhu: "I wish you a happy research, my great lord."
Cthulhu raised one hand and placed his fingertips on Miel's forehead.
There was no fancy magical effect, but Miel could feel something tightly wrapped around him.
It wasn't wrapped around his body, but around something else... his soul?
Then, the Old One in the body of an elf grabbed his wrists, leaned forward, and pressed him down on the spacious bed.
The bed was soft and his body sank into it, his long snow-white hair spread around his ears.
His hands were pressed on both sides of his head and he couldn't use any strength at all. He instinctively wanted to raise his legs to resist, but he forced himself to hold back.
Cthulhu raised one leg, stuck his knee between Miel's legs, and stared down at his cheek.
Miel turned his head to look at an empty place, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon and was adapting to its new wings.
His heartbeat was accelerating, moving his body and the bed.
The expression on Cthulhu's face was one of confusion and understanding.
He must have known.
——Miel thought secretly.
He must have sensed that unspeakable desire.
That was not the anger and unwillingness that would come after one's dignity was violated.
Rather, it is the contradiction and distortion of wanting to be invaded but feeling ashamed of it.
If Cthulhu wanted to uncover the truth about dignity by violating him, he would definitely get an answer that was mixed with too many disturbing factors.
Because, in order to satisfy this desire, he even has a certain tendency to self-destruct.
While instinctively protecting something called "dignity", they also look forward to having their dignity trampled upon.
Did Modha also feel satisfaction when he humbled himself to reduce Adira's punishment?
Or am I the only one with such twisted thoughts?
"I don't understand." Cthulhu was truly confused, bewildered by everything he had discovered. "If this attraction is a misconception of me as the one who holds the power over the other half of your life, and this resistance stems from a disapproval of my co-creation of life with you, then what is this desire to be hurt and this feeling of disappointment in myself? Everything about you is contradictory."
"Yes." Miel chuckled, his laughter full of self-mockery. "I gave my dignity to you in order to take it back from others - I have been contradicting myself from the beginning."
"No, it's different. I know it's different." Cthulhu retorted seriously, "To give you the simplest analogy, if you own a gem and decide who to give it to or trade it with, it's completely different from someone taking it from you without your permission."
"Well, that's true."
"But what I don't understand is—" Cthulhu pushed his knee forward.
Miel closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists beside his ears.
"You feel pleasure, yet you also despise yourself. This doesn't seem to have anything to do with dignity... or maybe it does? I don't understand why you'd restrict yourself with such emotions if it's something that brings you pleasure... Is it because it would damage your body, so out of self-preservation, you're resisting deeper contact?"
"...Let me guess, the elves themselves have probably not studied these things." Miel sighed, feeling that Cthulhu's research on dignity was completely off track.
Of course it's his fault.
It was his desire that turned the dignity that should have been sacred and inviolable into ridiculous rags.
But Cthulhu's pursuit of knowledge was more persistent than he imagined, and his mind was faster than he imagined.
"I see."
Miel: “…”
What... did you understand?
Cthulhu: "Dignity is indeed something very important to you, but you are attracted to me. So, just like a man would give flowers to a woman he likes, you want to give me your dignity like a flower. But dignity is not a flower, not something that can be picked anywhere. Do you really want to give me such an important thing? Is it worth it? - You have such doubts about this."
"That elf named Moda didn't have his dignity stripped away by you. Instead, he voluntarily sacrificed his dignity for the sake of his beloved. However, facts have proven that his wishful thinking was not worth it."
“Are you also afraid of such a future?”
"Because of this fear, you empathized with him. After that, hurting him was like hurting yourself, so you were forced to stop your revenge."
Miel: “…”
I can actually analyze it to this extent...
Miel was convinced and convinced.
Although he had never thought about these things, and although everything he had done so far was just out of his instinct and his current choice.
However, it should be like what Cthulhu said - he feared the future in which he would dedicate his sincerity and dignity to Cthulhu, and then be trampled upon and left with nothing.
In that case, then don't even sacrifice your dignity.
Don't touch me, don't come near me, don't make me fall in love with you.
That way, I won't give you everything and lose it all.
Miel felt that he would never be attracted to other elves again in his life.
Having witnessed the magnificence of God, one can no longer tolerate the mediocrity of mortals.
However, the other party was an Old One, who was condescendingly studying humans and elves, who were full of unknowns to Him.
Just as a witch would not fall in love with a frog used in magical experiments, Cthulhu would certainly not have any feelings for him other than curiosity.
Their relationship will remain a contract until he truly dies.
"...Yes, just as you said, I am attracted to your incarnation. My instinct is urging me to get closer, while my reason is preventing me from going to destruction." Miel said this with a smile, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
He no longer despises himself.
Because, as Cthulhu analyzed, everything was just normal feelings and emotions that he would have as a homosexual elf.
Since everything is normal, what is there to worry about?
"It seems that my research has not only helped me understand a lot, but also helped you." Cthulhu said, pulling Miel's wrists over his head, holding them down with one hand, and buckling his waistband with the other. "Next, I need more feedback. Is that okay?"
"Mr. Cthulhu is so gentle that he repeatedly confirms with me." Miel lay on the bed with his whole body relaxed, completely without the thought of resisting.
He knew that if Cthulhu had desires, he would no longer be Cthulhu.
What he was worried about was impossible to happen... probably.
"I said, before dark, my body is at your disposal for study. Now, while it's still light... Please proceed as you please, my great Lord."
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