Chapter 25 Sentinel Direction | Gazing into the Abyss 2 Mucosal Drainage
Yuezhi was cornered on the sofa by him, looking up at his face so close to hers.
My memory is somewhat hazy, as if veiled by a layer of fog.
She vaguely remembered what he looked like when he was a chubby little white dumpling, following behind her, walking with a wobbly gait, calling her "sister" in a soft, sweet voice, and clutching the hem of her clothes when he slept. Back then, he was so small that she could hug him whole with one hand.
When did that little dumpling grow taller and its bones straighten out, turning into the broad-shouldered, long-legged, and extremely imposing man we know today?
Perhaps it was because she had been using her mental strength as a B-level guide to barely manage the mental energy of an S-level sentinel over the years, which had led to excessive depletion of her energy.
Sometimes she feels tired, her memory is fragmented, and she often feels that she has the will but not the strength, as if a piece of the time she watched him grow up has been quietly stolen away.
He still carried the smell of gunpowder and blood from the battlefield, mixed with his own cold, suppressed yet fiery and arrogant aura that seemed ready to explode at any moment, permeating every nook and cranny.
Yuezhi gritted her teeth slightly and fell into deep thought.
She knew that if she refused, Pei Heng wouldn't force her.
But how could she stand by and watch him be repeatedly tormented by the filth in his mental landscape? That black flame not only burned his enemies, but also consumed him day and night.
Kissing... for ordinary people, it's an expression of love. But for sentries and guides, it's a more advanced form of communication, a means of survival.
Thinking of this, Yuezhi felt calm.
She didn't find kissing her younger brother to be anything unacceptable or even disgusting.
She had spent so much time with him that the boundaries of her perception of the two of them had become blurred. Sometimes, just looking at him, at his eyes that danced with a ghostly blue flame, as deep as a swirling starry sea, she would inexplicably feel... that he was very beautiful.
It wasn't handsome in the conventional sense, but a breathtaking beauty with a devastating impact.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, with dark blue currents surging in his eyes, Pei Heng lowered his head, his high nose almost brushing against her cheek, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and husky, carrying a kind of seductive magic.
"It's just mucosal drainage..."
"If my sister doesn't do it for me, she'll be assigned to do other people's tasks when the tower assigns tasks in the future."
"Instead of doing business with a stranger... help me."
His lips almost touched her earlobe, his words striking her eardrums: "At least I won't be like some unruly sentries, using guidance as an excuse to do other things to you."
The logic was clear, the reasons were sufficient, and it was all out of consideration for her.
Yuezhi's muddled mind was enveloped by his cool aura and deep voice, and she actually felt... he made sense. It was just a matter of guiding him; helping her own brother was safer than assigning him to a stranger sentinel whose background she didn't know.
As if bewitched, she nodded slightly under his focused gaze, somewhat bewildered.
The moment he nodded, the dark blue in Pei Heng's eyes seemed to be ignited, suddenly deepening in intensity.
He lowered his head, his warm lips, like feathers, gently landing on her lips, a tentative, tender touch that ended abruptly, leaving her lips slightly cool, just like the chilling aura emanating from him.
His gaze was fixed on her face, not missing a single subtle expression.
Yuezhi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly. In the end, she did not run away, but instead obediently closed her eyes. It was both an indulgence and a silent encouragement to him.
Pei Heng's lips curled into a faint, triumphant smile. Without further hesitation, he covered her again.
This time, it wasn't just a fleeting taste; he forcefully sucked and rubbed her soft lips, with a long-suppressed desire and an undeniable force.
He admired her slightly furrowed brows and trembling eyelashes caused by the intimate contact, as if admiring a fragile work of art that belonged only to him.
Under the intense onslaught, Yuezhi's lips involuntarily parted slightly, and she let out a soft sigh. The young man immediately seized the opportunity, his tongue prying open her teeth and penetrating deeply.
"Ugh..." A muffled sob escaped Yuezhi's throat, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
This was unlike any previous spiritual touch or physical embrace. The mouth is an extremely sensitive area, and the sensation from mucosal contact was more direct and intense. Through this warm and moist intertwining, the spiritual energies of the two merged more deeply.
She could clearly feel every exploration and entanglement of his tongue, with an almost greedy demand that made her somewhat unable to resist.
Pei Heng was in an unprecedentedly joyful mood.
It wasn't just because of this long-awaited intimacy, but also because he could clearly "see" the viscous black pollution churning in his mental landscape being purified and peeled away at a visible speed, with the levels steadily decreasing.
She was like a purifying source created specifically for him; only her breath and touch could soothe all the restlessness and filth in his soul.
But for Yuezhi, the process was far from easy.
Half of it was because the kiss was too deep and long, making her feel a little oxygen-deprived and dizzy; the other half was because she was using the mental core of a B-level guide to clear the deep pollution accumulated by an S-level sentinel, which was simply too much of a burden.
A flood of jumbled information and mental debris poured into her consciousness through this intimate link, leaving her in a daze and on the verge of losing consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Yuezhi felt as if the air in her lungs was about to be squeezed out, and her brain was buzzing due to lack of oxygen and excessive burden. Finally, she couldn't help but raise her weak hand and gently push his chest.
Pei Heng sensed her resistance. Although he was still not satisfied, he still slowly withdrew as instructed, leaving a trail of ambiguous saliva between his lips.
Yuezhi was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her lips were noticeably swollen and glistening with moisture.
She glanced at the value displayed on Pei Heng's portable detector: the pollution level had dropped from over 50% to 40%.
It has some effect, but the effect is not very ideal.
A guide with a suitable match to a sentinel can reduce contamination by at least 20% through basic mucosal drainage, and it seems that this is the best she can do, even with all her efforts.
She pursed her swollen and slightly painful lips, suppressing the inexplicable disappointment in her heart and the discomfort in her body, and said in a slightly breathless voice, "It is still effective, but it is not thorough enough."
Yuezhi raised her eyes and looked at him earnestly, "Dr. Chen mentioned drug-based intervention, perhaps we could try that? I'm worried that the pollution will accumulate even faster for the next mission, and you..."
She recalled the image of him falling from the sky engulfed in black flames, and felt a lingering fear in her heart.
Pei Heng's brows furrowed immediately, his face filled with resistance.
He hated the cold machines and unfamiliar drugs intruding into his mental realm.
"I'm not going." His tone was firm.
"Aheng," Yuezhi softened her voice, coaxing him, "Just think of it as putting my mind at ease, okay? I don't want to see you lose your temper again; it's too much of a burden for you."
With patient coaxing and persuasion, Pei Heng's tense jawline finally relaxed slightly.
He was silent for a moment, then stared at her with his dark eyes, which had lost their deep blue hue, and made a condition: "If you can sleep in the same room with me when we get home, I'll go."
Yuezhi suddenly felt a headache.
Since Pei Heng came of age, she has resolutely refused to let him sneak into her room to sleep like he did when they were children.
But his skin hunger seemed to worsen with age and strength.
But... looking at his calm appearance now, yet with a murky depth in his eyes, and thinking about the dangers he might face on his mission... his life is more important than anything else.
She sighed and finally gave in.
"Okay, I promise you. I'll pick you up from the medical center after get off work today."
Having received her promise, the gloom in Pei Heng's eyes finally dissipated somewhat, and even a hint of a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
*
At 6 p.m., Yuezhi's car was parked outside the medical center.
Pei Heng emerged from Dr. Chen's laboratory in unusual quiet. He kept his head down, a few strands of white hair obscuring his eyes, and his demeanor exuded an air of utter exhaustion.
Yuezhi opened the car door, helped him into the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes.
Yuezhi leaned over and habitually checked his real-time pollution level: when the clear "0%" came into view, she almost burst into tears of joy.
"Aheng, the medication really works!" she said joyfully, turning her head to look at him.
Pei Heng kept his eyes closed and gave a soft "hmm," sounding rather listless.
Yuezhi started the car, deciding to take him out for a good meal to replenish his energy. Along the way, Pei Heng remained quiet and silent, as if he were asleep.
It wasn't until he entered his usual private restaurant, where the aroma of steaming food filled the air, that his complexion improved slightly, and he ate more slowly than usual.
"Is it because you're not adapting well to the medication?" Yuezhi carefully asked, placing a piece of his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs on his plate.
Pei Heng chewed his food slowly, and only after swallowing did he raise his eyes, which had regained some clarity, to look at her, his tone flat: "I'm fine."
He paused, his squinting eyes carrying a hint of self-righteous stubbornness, "Anyway, I can't adapt unless it's my sister's guidance."
Yuezhi's cheeks flushed slightly. She put down her chopsticks and tried to reason with him: "Aheng, we can't go on like this forever. We've both grown up. You need to learn to adapt to other guides or other methods of guidance. My mental strength doesn't match yours; we can't continue like we did when we were kids..."
"I don't care." Pei Heng interrupted her, his voice not loud, but his stubbornness was unyielding. "I just like being with my sister, only my sister."
He spoke so directly that Yuezhi was speechless for a moment, her cheeks turned even redder, and she ate the whole meal absentmindedly.
On the drive home, the car was silent.
Yuezhi felt the focused gaze directed at her from the side, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
Back in her large apartment in the city center, she escaped into the bathroom, letting the steam fill the air under the showerhead.
My mind is a mess.
Ah Heng's dependence and obsession, the things he could no longer hide in his eyes when he looked at her... and the strange, not repulsive, even subtly indulgent feeling in her heart.
What is their relationship?
She knew perfectly well what was best for him, but she couldn't let go completely. It seemed that this hesitation only made him more reckless, making a mess of their relationship.
She was conflicted, guilty, and inexplicably agitated. She lingered in the bathroom for a long time, completely unaware that her bedroom door had been silently opened using someone's access privileges.
Pei Heng stood outside the bathroom.
The frosted glass door reflected a blurry, swaying figure inside, outlining the soft curves of a woman.
Warm steam seemed to seep out through the crack in the door, carrying her unique fragrance that both reassured and aroused him.
He stared silently at the blurry figure, his eyes dark and unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss.
The mental landscape that had just been "purified" by drugs was now stirred anew by this vibrant and fragrant scene, as if his long-suppressed desires were clamoring to break free of their cage.
Pei Heng leaned against the cold wall, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
When he opened his eyes again, all he could see was a chaotic deep blue. He reached out, his slender fingers tracing the outline of the figure inside through the blurry glass.
His breathing gradually became heavy and rapid.
He couldn't help but move closer, his forehead pressed against the cool, damp door panel, facing the unsuspecting figure behind the door, and silently, with intense guilt and possessiveness, he sought solace.
The sticky liquid slid down the smooth door panel, leaving an ambiguous, unseen wet stain.
His unspoken, damp, and rampant covetousness finally and silently tainted the seemingly safe boundary between them.
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