PTGWD Chapter 11: Breed

Lu Jianchuan’s buisness—are about reproduction.

The reproduction rules of the “Ant Queen.”

First step, confirm the reproductive object’s love (or hatred), the more intense, the better.

Humans are a magical creation, weak, tiny, with a short lifespan, not even comparable to a harmless speck of dust in the universe. Yet, they carry an imperceptible “divinity,” as if they were casually noticed by “Him” when created, thus smoothly acquiring emotions, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. In this era of fallen gods, they grow wild.

And when humans fall into the craziest love and hatred, that tiny part of “divinity” within them is triggered to the extreme, finally able to be “captured” and “collected,” becoming the best nourishment for reproduction.

This is not difficult, as human beings have an innate talent for love and hate, and it only takes a few tricks to corrupt them completely.

Then, onto the second step. Seize the moment when the prey is engulfed in madness and elegantly enjoy the meal starting from their reproductive structure, digesting and decrypting, and then modifying and fabricating them according to the preferences of the individual god, like kneading playdough. In this matter, He never really combined His genes with human genes, but was more interested in playing with the genetic code of human beings and enjoying the pleasure of being as high as the Creator God.

It’s because of this that, in the third step, new offspring are conceived within Him. Because there is no union of divine power and genes, the offspring often still retain the human form or are transformed into lower, disgusting monsters, then don the guise of normal humans, mingling in human society, sharing His brain and senses, becoming His aid.

In a sense, the ” Queen Ant ” has never truly reproduced—until She encountered Lu Jianchuan and smelled the powerful and unique scent belonging to Her kind.

She thought She had found a real opportunity for reproduction.

But now—

All the rules that were held to be true have lost their validity, and She has been digested by the “stomach acid” into a puddle of disgusting mucus.

Lu Jianchuan looks down upon Her penchant for reproduction, with eyes only for the sweaty face of His lover.

Fang Xingzhou is extremely uncomfortable, shifting his body restlessly, murmuring Lu Jianchuan’s name incomprehensibly in his throat. Lu Jianchuan smiles, clasping his moist hand and bending down from his forehead, licking his sweat beads, all the way down to the scalding wound.

The Queen Ant always enjoys her feast from here.

Lu Jianchuan, however, put away all his teeth and turned his mouth into some kind of juicing machine, gentle with a little bit of unbearable rudeness, and almost instantly demolished Fang Xingzhou’s defenses, easily obtaining what he wanted.

Fang Xingzhou’s pupils dilate completely, his body trembling violently, clutching Lu Jianchuan’s arm, unable to react for a long time.

Lu Jianchuan poked out his scarlet tongue and licked his lower lip, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“They” slide down the esophagus, causing intense pain. The stomach rapidly becomes scorching hot, as if what was just swallowed was some kind of highly corrosive liquid, gradually peeling off and melting the internal organs, slowly combining into something new…

The excessive pain even causes muscles to start spasming.

It has been a long time since he has experienced such a feeling; a part of his body seems to have completely lost control, spontaneously resisting desperately, trying to stop “them” from invading.

He covered his stomach, slightly tilted his head, and his pupils slowly stood up.

If Fang Xingzhou were awake at this moment, he would surely be able to see—Lu Jianchuan is experiencing supreme enjoyment.

Enjoying the intense pain given by his lover, enjoying the genes belonging to human beings invading the inside of his body, enjoying this corrosion, degradation, mingling, and enjoying their fervent love that was even more intense than the pain.

Lu Jianchuan takes a deep breath, once again lowering his head, kissing Fang Xingzhou’s wet lips. The blanket has slipped to the ground, their limbs intimately entwined, no one would feel cold. Lu Jianchuan adeptly controls this body, while Fang Xingzhou obediently opens up to him, like a faithful believer offering his soul to the gods, indulging in his plunder.

It’s not enough.

Far from enough.

His two hands seem somewhat cramped, more tentacles emerge from his body, wrapping around his lover layer by layer, manipulating all sensitive areas that can make him fall. Tentacles ready for a second extraction even open their mouthparts, retracting all sharp teeth, completely biting down, instantly causing Fang Xingzhou to let out yet another uncontrollable scream.

The screams stimulate Lu Jianchuan; his stomach, just finished digesting the Queen Ant, becomes empty again, his internal organs begin to shift, making way for a new egg to be conceived.

At this moment, this desolate land is eagerly awaiting nourishment—

Before ingesting human genes again, there is an urgent need for the most fervent love from Fang Xingzhou. Lu Jianchuan’s tone is moist and urgent as he bites Fang Xingzhou’s earlobe, “Baby, say my name.”

Fang Xingzhou’s screams still haven’t stopped. In just a few minutes, he has been ruthlessly thrown up to the pinnacle for the third time, to the point where he even feels his soul leaving his body for a moment, floating in mid-air, only to be forcefully dragged back by Lu Jianchuan.

Lu Jianchuan laughs in his ear.

He shakes his head vigorously, almost on the verge of collapse, obediently calling his name, “Lu Jianchuan, my deer, deer…!!”

“I’m here, my dear,” Lu Jianchuan’s tentacles taste the new spoils, deciphering the genetic code within, “say something nice again. Tonight, you brought a knife to our engagement banquet again. What do you want to do with that knife?”

He asks knowingly.

Fang Xingzhou grabs his hair forcefully, erupting with exaggerated strength from somewhere, flips over again before completely breaking down, pressing him back onto the pillow, lowering his head to meet him face to face, his dilated pupils clearly reflecting Lu Jianchuan’s face.

Sweat drips down drop by drop, falling onto Lu Jianchuan’s terrifying tentacles.

Fang Xingzhou squeezes out hoarse, mad words, with a strength that seems to want to tear his scalp off, holding onto the back of Lu Jianchuan’s head tightly.

“It’s mine… Not allowed… I love you… We… Let’s die together… I love you…”

Lu Jianchuan takes a deep breath.

He squints his eyes, reaching the critical point just by hearing this sentence. His scalp tingles, and the tentacles swallowing down the second batch of seeds are instantly digested, making room for new warmth in the soil.

He still doesn’t stop, both hands fastening onto Fang Xingzhou in this position, the human construction completely nailing him within the tentacle heap.

From this moment on, Fang Xingzhou loses his last stronghold.

He no longer has the strength to scream; he only trembles incessantly, muttering about love, death, and possession, letting Lu Jianchuan carry out the fourth time, the fifth time… as if there were no end to the plunder.

“I love you too,” Lu Jianchuan’s sweet words sustain his last trace of clarity, allowing him to continue suffering in an endless hell of pleasure, “there is no one in this world who loves you more than I do, darling. I will bear many children for you. Do you prefer boys or girls? Humans, or perhaps something like the little ‘jellyfish’ I was twenty years ago?… Ha, don’t look at me like that; I can’t help but go a little overboard.”

Fang Xingzhou helplessly clutches his tentacles, his pupils dilated, unable to speak.

Lu Jianchuan came close to his entire sweaty face and licked his skin slowly like an animal. “You like this,” he said again with certainty, “the first time we met, you have been staring at my tentacles all the time, and with a childish voice you kept praising me for my beauty …… baby, you just like my tentacles, right? ”

Fang Xingzhou let out a choked sob.

Lu Jianchuan becomes excited to the point of almost losing his human form. Slowly turning, he forces his lover into a desperate situation: “Is this shape acceptable to you? It’s customized for you, or do you have other requirements? Speak up,  darling, and let’s hear them.”

“… Hmm?”

“Why are you crying?… Zhouzhou, why are you crying?”

Transparent liquid flows down from the corners of Fang Xingzhou’s eyes, still staring at Lu Jianchuan, seemingly trying to etch him into his bones with his gaze.

Such a gaze falls upon Lu Jianchuan, and he feels as if he is going mad.

He sucks his eyes, licking away the tears inside, then covered his vision with the palm of his human hand, with the rest of his body completely transforming back into his original form, tightly entwining the weeping, completely collapsed human within, like a dragon guarding a treasure in a fairy tale.

Outside the window, the bright moon at some point covered with a faint color of blood, spilling eerie moonlight on the empty Xiang Xing Street ……

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Author’s Note:

Eyes empty… desireless… trembling…

Translater: hhhhh this is because the auther is writing a abstract car and trying to get pass the check. and yesssss she succeeded!