Chapter 77- Sucking the Little Wings
After completing their shopping, He Ruge and Xi Guican continued their nighttime conversation.
“I’ll briefly share my thoughts on this game. If there’s anything wrong, feel free to point it out,” He Ruge said.
“This game brought me from Earth, with the purpose probably being to save the interstellar people.”
Though the lines sounded somewhat pretentious, He Ruge took a deep breath under the approving gaze of Xi Guican and continued, “I’m curious about why the game chose us.”
“We’re from different planets, and the biggest similarity between us is that we’re both monsters. I’m a Koi Fish, and you’re a Qiongqi*. On Earth, humans are plentiful, while monsters are a niche group unknown to most.”
- T/N: Mythical beast in Chinese mythology
“I have a question- are there many monsters in the interstellar world? Are they widespread, or are they a rare minority?” He Ruge inquired.
“Besides me, there shouldn’t be any other monsters in the interstellar world,” Xi Guican replied.
“Other monsters have gone extinct.”
He Ruge: “???”
Extinct? Does this world have a strong aversion to monsters?!
Xi Guican explained, “You mentioned Earth, which is the Lower Realm. The spiritual energy resources in the Lower Realm are scarce.”
“Therefore, thousands of years ago, Bai Lu and I ascended to the Upper Realm. In the Three Thousand Worlds, there are countless Upper and Lower Realms, and the Earth you mentioned happens to connect to the Upper Realm where we are now.”
“I didn’t have wings back then. In ancient times, human cultivators liked to refine artifacts, while we monsters liked to refine our bodies.”
“In order to cultivate wings, I used a secret method to cultivate the Wings of Slaughter, nourished by slaughter. I made an agreement with the insect tribe; I granted them power and wisdom, and thousands of years later, their entire tribe would become nourishment for the Wings of Slaughter. Back then, I slaughtered too much. Bai Lu, in order to stop me, led others to perish with me.”
He Ruge’s expression was baffled.
“But I didn’t die,” Xi Guican said matter-of-factly, as if boasting an invincible villain halo.
“I waited for resurrection for a long time, but unexpectedly, the insect tribe violated the agreement. The insect queen attacked me before I fully awakened.”
“I fled to the Star Battlefield and was forced to undergo an imperfect resurrection. Initially, to evade the pursuit of the insect queen, my soul, which possessed the power of the Monster Mark, was split apart and became Miaomiao.”
Xi Guican had been observing He Ruge’s expression while narrating his story, hoping to present it to He Ruge as casually as telling someone else’s story. But his heart hung in the air, afraid to see He Ruge’s displeasure towards his past.
He laid bare his past to the person in front of him, like a clam opening its shell to reveal its soft flesh, vulnerable to being hurt or taken away. Unfortunately, his heart didn’t contain pearls but grains of sand.
“The Monster Mark sealed my memories. As the main body, I had no memories. When I eventually merged with Miaomiao, I didn’t feel much about those memories.”
Xi Guican didn’t know if revealing his past was right or wrong. Perhaps he should have hidden his unpleasant past, but he didn’t want to conceal anything from He Ruge.
Except for the baldness and the matters concerning the game, he wanted to tell He Ruge everything.
“So, a Qiongqi is a Qiongqi, and Xi Guican is Xi Guican,” with a pleading look in his blue eyes, strands of silver hair fell on his brow like soft snowflakes, softening the aggressiveness on his face.
His voice became softer and softer, “You… don’t be afraid of me.”
This cautious plea seemed to lightly touch He Ruge’s heart, and He Ruge gently said, “I’m not afraid of you.”
Xi Guican held He Ruge’s hand and slowly placed it on his chest, saying, “I only like you, I like you the most.”
The genuine and fiery emotions seemed to surge from his chest, directly touching He Ruge’s palm.
Warm, moving sincerity.
With one hand held by Xi Guican, He Ruge used the other hand to gently cup his face. Perhaps Xi Guican’s recounted past seemed too distant and fantastical to him; he didn’t really feel immersed in it.
In He Ruge’s heart, Xi Guican was the No. 20 who was trapped in the orphanage, the No. 20 who would make people feel sorry for him.
Leaning in, He Ruge placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. It was like a bird perching on a withered tree branch, like a fish swimming in stagnant waters.
Their foreheads touched, their noses rubbed against each other, and He Ruge whispered softly, “I also only like you, I like you the most.”
I only like you, I like you the most.
These two phrases were actually quite possessive.
With his white eyelashes trembling slightly, Xi Guican hugged He Ruge and slowly placed his hand on He Ruge’s waist, one hand encircling his waist while the other rested on his back.
He wondered how He Ruge could be so gentle. He shouldn’t be treated so kindly by He Ruge because he was prone to taking advantage and asking for more step by step.
He was insatiable and shouldn’t be spoiled with such tenderness.
He buried his face in He Ruge’s shoulder, lightly and plaintively rubbing against He Ruge.
“I want to kiss you,” Xi Guican said in a muffled tone.
It wasn’t easy to refuse such a situation, like when you finally comforted a crying child, and they reached out to you, asking for a lollipop. If you rejected them at this moment, the child would definitely burst into tears.
He Ruge gently touched Xi Guican’s hair and indulged him, saying, “Okay.”
Xi Guican, who was prepared for rejection but unexpectedly succeeded in his kiss request, widened his eyes in astonishment, looking utterly foolish.
Fortunately, he had his face buried in He Ruge’s shoulder at this moment, so He Ruge couldn’t see his silly expression.
Xi Guican wanted to ask, “Is this real?”
Not like the dazed kiss he got when he fed energy crystals before, but a kiss exchanged between them willingly and fully aware of each other’s feelings.
The dream come true was almost dumbfounding Xi Guican with surprise.
Thankfully, he remembered the kissing techniques the game provided earlier.
Yes, that darn game had taught him various supposedly mind-blowing kissing styles!
Xi Guican had studied the theoretical knowledge but hadn’t put it into practice yet.
Nervous as if going into battle, Xi Guican chose the simplest kissing technique.
He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as he said, “You, you close your eyes.”
Initially unperturbed, He Ruge suddenly felt nervous, wanting to comfort the child in front of him. He licked his lips and obediently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
With one hand holding He Ruge’s neck and the other tightly clasping He Ruge’s fingers, Xi Guican took a deep breath and leaned closer to He Ruge’s pale pink lips, lightly gliding his own lips over them.
The game said that “nudging” was the essence of this kiss.
Xi Guican was nervous, his palms sweaty as he nervously nudged back and forth, like a fledgling bird pecking at dew-drenched petals.
The chubby little bird was ecstatic, hopping and fluttering with the petal in its beak on the treetop. Its tiny wings flapped joyfully, reminding He Ruge of the flapping little wings.
Perhaps it should be called “Wings of Slaughter.”
“Can I see your Wings of Slaughter?”
He Ruge asked, trying to dispel the awkward atmosphere.
Now accustomed to satisfying He Ruge’s requests, Xi Guican was willing to agree even if He Ruge asked to see his bald head, driven by the love clouding his mind.
He took off his uniform, revealing his fluffy little wings to He Ruge. The shy little wings lay flat on his back, not even bothering to greet.
Curious, He Ruge approached and gently touched the tip of the wing with his finger. The shy little wing flapped timidly, and He Ruge’s fingertip sank into the delicate and soft feathers.
He Ruge really wanted to bury his face in the wings, which were barely the size of his palm, but he restrained the urge, fearing it might be seen as a perverted act.
He could only suppress the excitement in his heart, using two fingers to rub the wingtips while praising, “So soft, so cute.”
Xi Guican’s expression was somewhat strange.
He realized that his wings might be similar to his tail. It was fine to touch the tip of the wing, just like touching the tail without touching its base. But as He Ruge continued to explore deeper, the strange sensation became more and more obvious.
A restlessness spread, and Xi Guican bit his lower lip, his blue eyes starting to show excitement, with the faint red vertical pupils faintly emerging, like a cluster of flames—
“Your wings have so many feathers.”
Any words involving “feathers” would instantly make Xi Guican panic. The small flame hadn’t grown strong before it was extinguished.
Xi Guican nervously flapped his wings and stuttered, “They’re, they’re fine.”
Satisfied, He Ruge rubbed his face against the wings and even took the opportunity to suck on the little wing.
Xi Guican’s face started to flush red. The Wings of Slaughter hadn’t fully stabilized yet. Once they grew a little larger, he could retract the small wings back into his body and release them when needed.
Although being sucked by He Ruge felt very joyous, his wings were too small now, so they were very sensitive.
Just a light touch will…
Xi Guican could only endure the pain and push He Ruge away, putting on clothes under He Ruge’s regretful gaze.
“You seem to really like fluffy things,” Xi Guican asked as he buttoned his shirt.
“Fluffy things are so cute, who wouldn’t like them?”
He Ruge said sincerely, “Especially your beast form, Xi Guican, the fur is amazing, it feels so comfortable to touch!”
As he buttoned his shirt, Xi Guican smiled dryly.
“Is that so?”
“Xi Guican, can you transform into your beast form and let me hold you tonight?”, He Ruge asked eagerly.
The smile on Xi Guican’s face gradually froze.
Mini Play:
He Ruge: Can I see your baby?
Xi Guican: Do you want to see the fluffy little baby on top or the big baby underneath with fur and spikes?
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