Chapter 146 Little Succubus 5
A few minutes later, Xie Chen carried Mu Yan onto the newly made bed and covered him with a velvet quilt.
Mu Yan finally felt comfortable. He lay on his side, curled up, and nestled in Xie Chen's arms, rubbing against Xie Chen's chest contentedly.
Xie Chen smiled silently and gently touched the back of his head.
The night was peaceful, and the bright moonlight shone holyly on the spire of the Papacy.
Mu Yan's black hair was scattered on the pillow, her breathing was light and even, and she was sleeping soundly.
He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice the shadow beside the bed writhing eerily, crawling up the edge of the bed like a living thing.
"Hmm..."
He unconsciously hummed in his sleep, turned over, and his cat-patterned pajamas rubbed against him, revealing a section of his snow-white waistline.
"Sleeping so soundly, Your Highness." A low, husky voice sounded in the darkness, carrying a hint of lazy laughter.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows, his long fingers tracing Mu Yan's slightly parted lips, his red eyes gleaming with an eerie light in the darkness.
Mu Yan frowned slightly in his dream, as if he had sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't move his body.
The man leaned forward, his black hair falling down, almost touching the side of his neck.
"Since you can't wake up..." His voice was low and husky, with a seductive undertone, "then enjoy it."
The shadows wrapped around Mu Yan's body like silk, gently but irresistibly pulling his limbs apart.
It was as if an invisible force was at play, leaving Mu Yan completely unable to resist.
"Hmm... um..."
Mu Yan's body instinctively sensed danger. In her dream, she breathed softly, her eyelashes trembling, but she remained trapped in the dream and could not fully wake up.
Shang Qiyue's fingertips slid down his collarbone slowly.
"My sweet baby, you're still the same as before, you haven't changed at all..." the man chuckled softly.
"ah.......!"
Mu Yan gasped in his sleep, his waist arching unconsciously.
His robes were already disheveled, and his skin shone with a lustrous glow in the moonlight, like a piece of white candy slowly melting.
Xie Chen, seemingly sensing something in his sleep, instinctively frowned and pulled Mu Yan even closer into his arms, adopting a protective and possessive posture.
But that was in vain.
The stranger sighed softly, as if savoring how the delicate skin trembled at his touch.
"Good baby... It's been so long, but you're still so healthy."
Mu Yan trembled, a sweet sob escaping her throat, but her eyelids were too heavy to open.
"Shh, be gentle, Your Highness..." the man whispered.
"Do you want to wake His Holiness the Pope?"
"I... don't want to fight him right now."
The man gently moved his fingers, and Mu Yan's tail defied his will, wrapping itself around his fingers in a coquettish manner.
However, if someone were to witness this scene, they would notice something strange in this erotic setting: the little succubus's tail did not cast a shadow on the man's arm.
If you observe more closely, you'll find that the man in the black robe actually has no shadow.
He was like a ghost without substance, seemingly only here for his little succubus.
When he noticed the silver cross pendant on Mu Yan's collar, he finally realized what was going on.
"I've been looking for you for so long, Your Highness." The man leaned down and bit his earlobe. "I never expected that someone would actually deliver you to my door."
He wanted to touch the cross on his body, but Mu Yan seemed to sense something and subconsciously clutched the pendant on his chest tightly in his sleep, as if it were some kind of treasure.
The man's expression changed instantly. Although the cross was the medium through which he was able to invade, he could no longer clearly remember what it originally looked like after thousands of years.
Having been reincarnated a hundred times in the mortal world, Mu Yan, who had long lost his memories of a thousand years ago, naturally had no chance of recognizing this thing.
So why is he protecting and cherishing her like such a treasure for some random man?
The sun gradually rose from the east, and the faint morning light shone through the stained glass windows.
The man, forced to leave, looked somewhat annoyed, but with no other choice, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to disappear into the shadows.
The man slowly turned his head and glanced back at his little succubus.
Mu Yan lay limp on the bed, her skin a faint pink hue, her whole body damp as if with sweat.
It's so cute, if I could, I really wouldn't want to... share it with anyone.
Mu Yan was startled awake from his dream.
When he woke up, he was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and his heart was pounding. It was as if he had had a nightmare, but he couldn't remember the details of the dream.
He sat up blankly, but felt his waist was sore and weak, and there was even a strange tingling sensation in his groin.
Why am I even more tired now?
Why are the bed sheets damp?
Mu Yan quietly used her body to block the puddle of water and used a simple cleaning magic. Just as she finished cleaning, Xie Chen pushed open the door and walked in.
"You like honey waffles this morning, didn't I tell you last night?" Xie Chen urged. "I brought back a few for you. If you want some freshly baked, you can still get some if you get up now."
Xie Chen glanced at him hesitantly: "Aren't you usually the most enthusiastic when it comes to eating honey waffles in the morning?"
The Vatican's head chef makes sweet and fluffy waffles, which are even more delicious when dipped in honey. Even Mu Yan, who does not eat these human foods as his main diet, would eat two waffles in big bites every time.
He could have eaten more, but Xie Chen was worried that eating too much honey would cause cavities, so he only allowed him to eat two pieces at most.
But today, even his favorite honey waffles didn't interest Mu Yan at all.
"I, I'll get up right away..." He pretended to be as interested as usual, hurriedly lifting the blanket, but suddenly his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.
"What's wrong?" Xie Chen helped him up. "Are your legs numb? Don't worry, I asked the head chef to save three pieces."
Why is this happening? Mu Yan thought blankly, this has never happened before.
I don't feel very tired when I wake up, and I don't have nightmares.
What kind of nightmare is it?
Mu Yan went to the Holy Communion somewhat absentmindedly, and even his favorite honey waffles tasted bland to him.
For several days in a row, he was extremely exhausted, feeling like he was having nightmares every night, but he couldn't tell what kind of nightmares he was having.
On the sixth day, he saw a blurry figure of a man in his dream.
He was too ashamed to recall or recount the contents of his dream, but he instantly understood the reason for his body's soreness and weakness, as well as the origin of the water stains on the sheets when he woke up in the morning.
The man in the dream could manipulate shadows, making them appear as if they were real. Even someone as secretive as Mu Yan couldn't possibly be unaware of his connection to the Abyss.
The scriptures say that only the ungodly dream of things related to the abyss.
Mu Yan didn't know what the God of Light was, but Lu Chong and Xie Chen both believed in the God of Light.
The reason Lu Chong was willing to spare him instead of killing him on the spot was because he didn't have such a deep connection with the Abyss.
If Lu Chong knew about his connection with the Abyss, would he no longer like him?
If Lu Chong and Xie Chen knew that they were so undevout that the God of Darkness could invade their dreams, would they hate them? Would they... never want them again?
Would they kill him, or drive him out of the holy city to be eaten by wolves? Even if he was lucky enough not to be eaten by wolves, a stupid little succubus like Mu Yan would have long since been unable to find food to fill his stomach.
The more Mu Yan thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed, but he dared not go to Xie Chen. Fortunately, this was the Holy See, and besides Xie Chen, there were others who were happy to help.
An elderly nun sat behind a gauze curtain and gently handed him a cup of hot black tea.
"Good child, why are you so flustered? You are still so young. As long as you haven't made a terrible mistake, there is still room for redemption."
Mu Yan, who was kneeling on the cushion in the confessional, was pulled up by the nun and sat down in the chair opposite her.
The nun was so gentle and kind that Mu Yan was reminded of his mother or grandmother, and he wanted to kneel on her lap and have her pat his head.
Although the abyssal monsters all hatched from their eggs, Mu Yan had never seen his so-called mother.
“I…I dreamt of a god in black robes.” He lowered his head. “I don’t know if it was the god of darkness. His shadow haunted me and did terrible things. I wanted to rebel, but…”
The elderly nun remained silent behind the gauze curtain for a moment, then picked up the teapot with her withered fingers and poured Mu Yan some more black tea.
"Child, does that unknown evil god have any other characteristics?"
Recalling the scenes from his dream in the confessional was too much for Mu Yan. He tried hard to recall the man's features, but he could only remember the man's clear jawline, how the man had violated him, and how he had trembled and gasped for breath in his hands until he reached orgasm.
"I'm sorry to have reminded you of unpleasant things," the nun said gently. "There aren't many Abyssal Gods who can manipulate shadows, and each one is extremely difficult to deal with. I don't think I can help you much even if you recall other characteristics that allow me to identify who He is."
“You are a child brought back by His Holiness the Pope. Why don’t you ask His Holiness for help? His power and knowledge far surpass mine.”
Mu Yan lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I..."
“It’s alright, everyone has questions they don’t want to answer,” the nun said kindly, patting his head gently. “I know you don’t want to go to him, and you must have your reasons. His Holiness the Pope is dignified but merciful. If it’s just because you’re afraid of his punishment, there’s really nothing to worry about.”
"But good child, if you have any other unspeakable troubles, I am happy to help you. His Highness the Holy Son is as powerful as His Holiness the Pope, and is also gentle, kind and approachable. If you don't want to go to His Holiness the Pope, I think going to His Highness the Holy Son is also a good choice."
"Your Highness the Holy Son?" Mu Yan had never heard this name before, but upon hearing it, a glimmer of hope ignited within him. "Then where should I go to find His Highness the Holy Son?"
"The Holy Son is here..."
Just as the nun was about to say something, the door to the confessional was suddenly pushed open, and Xie Chen strode in. He stood backlit, and his face, which was like an unyielding iceberg, seemed even colder and harder.
"Your Majesty." The nun stood up and gave a slight bow.
[Author's Note]
Several chapters have been missing, and it's still this twisted, Old Shang.
Could you guys please give me some moonstones? (reachs out)
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