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The robes "Qi Lintian" had so carefully dressed him in were, in the end, just as carefully removed.
His lips traced the pale curve of Ruan Qing’s neck, layering fresh marks over old until no trace of the original remained.
Every inch. From top to bottom. Without exception.
And certain rosy hues?
They received the most devoted attention of all.
Even the knee that "Qi Lintian" had planted between Ruan Qing's legs shifted upward slightly, deliberately brushing against a certain vulnerable part of him.
"Don't..." The threat to such a sensitive area made Ruan Qing's breathing quicken. His slender, pale fingers clenched weakly—wanting to resist, yet too drained to put up any real struggle.
"Qi Lintian" had healed his physical injuries, but the exhaustion from overusing his power remained. That kind of weariness came from the soul.
He was still utterly drained. Even intense emotional fluctuations would only sap what little strength he had left—yet he couldn't refuse.
"Mmn..." Tears welled thicker in Ruan Qing's eyes, nearly blurring his vision.
But it was precisely this teary, trembling expression that made him seem fragile—delicate in a way that was heartbreakingly pitiful, yet somehow even more enticing.
"Qi Lintian's" hand trailed downward. His fingers were long, unnaturally cool, almost clinical—the kind of touch that might have been pleasant in summer, or against less vulnerable skin.
But not here. Not like this.
Where he touched was too sensitive, the chill drawing an involuntary shiver from Ruan Qing.
Seeming to notice, "Qi Lintian's" palms warmed instantly, closing around that slender, pretty length—alternating between slow and deliberate, then suddenly rough.
Occasionally, he even tightened his grip with deliberate cruelty.
"Mmn—" Ruan Qing's damp eyes glazed over instantly, his exquisite features twisting with something like pain. The hands pinned above his head clenched into fists.
"Qi Lintian" knew it wasn't pain.
He bent down, sealing Ruan Qing's lips in a kiss—this time meeting no resistance at all.
And he took full advantage.
He ravaged that sweet mouth without restraint, only relenting when the man beneath him was gasping for air.
Yet his other hand never stilled. If anything, he seemed newly inspired—lowering his head to replace fingers with lips and tongue.
"Ah—" Ruan Qing's breathing fractured again, tears clinging to his long lashes.
His hands had long since been freed. One tangled in the sheets beneath him; the other draped over his forehead, shielding his eyes—
As if blocking out the glare of overhead lights.
As if too ashamed to face reality.
A flush had spread across Ruan Qing's refined features by now, leaving him radiant as peach blossoms in full bloom. He bit his lower lip hard, stifling any sounds—every line of his body tense with restraint.
Restraint against his racing heart.
Restraint against his ragged, uneven breaths.
And restraint against... pleasure.
The bedsheets were already in complete disarray, with clothes scattered to the side—an intricately ornate black robe tangled together with a modern suit.
It was as if time and space had collided—or as if fate itself had intertwined them.
No one knew how much time had passed. "Qi Lintian" finally swallowed what had been in his mouth, wiped the corner of his lips, and looked at the boy before him, as dazzling as a rose.
The boy’s delicate face was flushed, his damp eyes unfocused, clearly still dazed from the overwhelming stimulation.
But that look of surrender didn’t evoke pity. Instead, it stirred a dark, cruel desire—making it even harder to resist.
Looking at the youth lying on the bed, breathing heavily and drained, "Qi Lintian" couldn’t help but lean down once more.
But Ruan Qing instinctively turned his head to avoid him.
This time, "Qi Lintian" didn’t get angry. Instead, he let out a low, amused chuckle and spoke in a hoarse voice:
“Even rejecting your own?"
Ruan Qing turned his face to the side, his beautiful eyes now focused but still glistening with tears. He tried to steady his breathing, seemingly not hearing "Qi Lintian's" words at all.
"Qi Lintian" didn’t seem to mind the silence. In a low, husky tone, he said:
“This time, it’s my turn.”
Ruan Qing was lying there, pupils dilated, trying to regulate his breath. His action of turning away had just been a reflex.
So he hadn’t really heard what "Qi Lintian" had said—and even now, he still hadn’t.
But even if he had heard, he probably wouldn’t have had the strength to stop it.
"Qi Lintian" continued his movements with one hand, gently soothing Ruan Qing, while the other hand lightly brushed against the boy’s pale, slender legs. In a soft, coaxing tone, he murmured:
“Be good… push a little harder.”
Ruan Qing’s fragile body, already drained of strength, was in no condition to follow instructions.
Even if he had the strength, he wouldn’t have listened.
Knowing this, "Qi Lintian" took it upon himself to continue, "considerately."
The livestream had gone black long ago—no visuals, no sound. Only the storm bore witness to what was unfolding.
Within the howling wind and rain were other indistinct sounds, the kind that made your heartbeat quicken just by hearing them.
“Mmm… no more…” Ruan Qing’s slender body trembled uncontrollably, his voice tinged with tears and barely a whisper, so soft it was almost inaudible.
“Please… no more…”
“Mmm…”
Tears had long since slipped from the corners of Ruan Qing’s eyes, dampening his beautiful lashes and streaking down his delicate cheeks.
The night on the sea was cold, yet Ruan Qing’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, soaked through. His disheveled hair clung to his skin, yet it didn’t make him look pitiful—if anything, it only added to his seductive allure.
And still, "Qi Lintian" showed him no mercy, continuing without restraint. Ruan Qing eventually lost even the strength to utter the word “no”, and could only let out soft whimpers, sounding heartbreakingly pitiful.
He didn’t know how many times he had gone numb—until there was nothing left. Only then did "Qi Lintian" finally let him go.
But he still didn’t release his grip on Ruan Qing’s thighs.
Although Ruan Qing had grown up in a place where it was spring all year round, he rarely ever went outside, let alone under the sun.
Because of his heart condition, he barely exercised either. As a result, his skin was unbelievably delicate—it would flush red with even the slightest pressure.
Let alone being treated the way "Qi Lintian" had treated him.
Now, the inside of his thighs was an alarming shade of red, even beginning to go numb and sore.
But the contrast of flushed, sensitive skin on that pale, pristine body only deepened the desire to dominate—and brought on even rougher, more aggressive handling.
It wasn’t clear how much time passed before a look of satisfaction finally flickered across "Qi Lintian's" face, though tinged with a trace of dissatisfaction.
He knew this was the limit. The boy’s body was too weak—so fragile that if he did more, he might actually pass out.
"Qi Lintian" took a moment to steady his breathing, then carried Ruan Qing into the bathroom.
Washing away the marks from someone you loved was an incredibly difficult task. The more "Qi Lintian" washed, the heavier his breathing became—he nearly lost control again.
But the boy could no longer take any more torment. If he kept going, he would only hurt him.
Even though he had the power to heal Ruan Qing afterward, he couldn’t bear to let him feel pain. He couldn’t stand to see him suffer, not even for a moment.
In the end, "Qi Lintian" carefully dressed Ruan Qing in fresh robes. Afterward, he tucked him under a thick, warm blanket.
As if to keep him from catching cold—or to keep himself from giving in to temptation.
Once the boy was tucked in, "Qi Lintian" sat at the edge of the bed. A small, round object appeared at his fingertips, and he gently pressed it to Ruan Qing’s lips as he spoke in a soft, coaxing voice:
“Be good, open your mouth.”
Had it been any other setting, that round object might not have raised suspicion.
But this was inside the horror cruise ship's game instance—and in such a place, round objects could only make one think of those terrifying eyes.
Ruan Qing's slender frame trembled slightly, his recently calmed eyes now filled with panic as he instinctively turned his head away, appearing utterly fragile and unsettled.
Noticing the resistance in the youth's gaze, "Qi Lintian" softened his tone reassuringly. "Don't be afraid."
"This won't let the eyes parasitize you, nor will it turn you into one of those monsters."
As he spoke, he reached out, gripping Ruan Qing's chin firmly and forcing his face back toward him. Then, he brought the object in his hand closer—so close it brushed against Ruan Qing's lips.
Ruan Qing's delicate face was a portrait of distress and defiance. Summoning the last of his strength, he clenched his teeth in silent refusal.
But "Qi Lintian" tightened his grip, forcing Ruan Qing's jaw open before placing the round object onto his tongue.
It dissolved instantly, leaving Ruan Qing no chance to spit it out.
In the pitch-black livestream, just like in the previous instance, the screen flickered several times before a red mutation progress bar appeared once more.
[Mutation Progress: 01.18%]
The livestream had cut off the moment "Qi Lintian" uttered "Where do you think you're going?"—and it had stayed dark the entire night, leaving viewers completely in the dark about what had transpired afterward.
Yet some stubborn viewers remained, keeping vigil. When the mutation bar abruptly appeared, they nearly lost their minds.
[I FUCKING KNEW IT! The stream always cuts out when something important happens! What’s the point of censoring this?!]
[No no no, baby, baby, what’s wrong?! This mutation bar only shows up when a player gets infected by the eyes!]
[I’m filing a complaint! This is ridiculous!]
[...]
It was well past 7:00 AM, yet the sky remained unnaturally dark.
At this latitude, the sun should have risen above the horizon by 6:00 AM. at the latest.
But outside the cruise ship, there was only an endless void of black, intermittently split by flashes of lightning that illuminated the sea for mere seconds.
The scene was oppressive, ominous—enough to send chills down one’s spine.
The surviving guests had no idea what was happening, but the staff knew.
With the arrival of the Evil God, daylight shall vanish from this world forever.
That was the symbol of the Evil God's power.
The staff checked the time. Though an Evil God had no need for food, they still prepared the most exquisite dishes.
Driven by selfish desire, the staff fought amongst themselves for the privilege of delivering the meal—their usual indifference toward guests nowhere to be seen.
None would yield to the others, not even to Lin Zhiyan, the person in charge. In the end, it was Lin Zhiyan who resolved the dispute.
They would invite the Evil God to dine.
The staff member chosen to deliver the summons struggled to contain their excitement as they timidly knocked on the door, their voice trembling with reverence.
"Great Evil God... are You... present?"
T/N: Did what I think happen, really just happened? (⚆_⚆)
"Qi Lintian" is the luckiest version until now. Wild kisses, two 💨 jobs and massage using his thighs... (⚆_⚆)
ReplyDeleteWhat is he doing to Ruan Xing that he asked Qi Lintian to stop? I don't understand that part. What with pushed a little harder?
Deleteit's kinda confused did he just suck him dry only or...more?
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