101: Side Story 1
Sunlight filled the air, the warmth of spring, flowers blooming in vibrant profusion.
Xiang Er had been feeling rather sleepy lately, needing more sleep than usual, a common springtime affliction.
But whenever she woke up, the first thing she saw was Akhe. Akhe knitting a new blanket, Akhe bringing her breakfast, Akhe’s lips pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, waking her.
It had been like this for months, and Xiang Er still occasionally felt a pang of anxiety, a fear that Akhe wasn’t real, that this was all a dream.
Human emotions were strange, her mind knew this was real, but her heart, still clinging to the trauma of the past, struggled to let go.
But the feeling was fleeting, and once fully awake, Xiang Er no longer worried.
Life with Akhe was simple, her days filled with leisurely meals, occasional outings, mostly focused on recovering her health.
And of course, their frequent, passionate encounters, on the bed, the sofa, in the bathroom, even on the kitchen counter, a delightful exhaustion, a sweet surrender, but physically demanding, requiring a full day of rest for Xiang Er afterwards.
Sometimes, Akhe would take her to the company, which, thanks to Akhe’s trusted followers, ran itself smoothly, requiring only her signature on occasional documents, no actual involvement necessary. The employees, all devout followers of Akhe, were dedicated and selfless.
Xiang Er, initially concerned about this arrangement, soon realized that the employees were happy and productive, their work-life balance healthy, the company thriving, everyone, from the lowest-ranking employee to the highest executive, satisfied, even finding joy in their work.
So, Xiang Er had to admit, it wasn’t a bad setup, if only Akhe wouldn’t insist on those… impromptu office encounters… it would be perfect.
Going to the company didn’t require any actual work from Xiang Er, and her days at home were filled with rest and relaxation. And with the arrival of spring, a new desire bloomed within her…
“You want to… get a job?”
Akhe, her knitting needles pausing mid-stitch, almost dropping a loop, turned to Xiang Er, her beautiful face a mask of disbelief, a hint of childlike confusion.
“But… don’t you humans hate working? And you especially hated your job!”
Akhe tilted her head, a tentacle, appearing from nowhere, gently wrapping around Xiang Er’s neck, pulling her closer.
The deity’s voice, seductive and playful, whispered in her ear:
“Or… are you tired of being with me? Hmm?”
The world tilted, Xiang Er’s body relaxing, and she found herself lying amidst a pile of Akhe’s tentacles, her arms around Akhe’s beautiful torso, her gaze fixed on those full, inviting lips…
All other matters could wait. As Xiang Er lifted her head to kiss those lips, her body sinking into the soft, warm, and yielding embrace of the tentacles, her mind adrift, lost in the sensation.
“It’s not that… I love… but… mm…”
Like floating in a warm spring, her body and mind enveloped in a soft embrace, like returning to the womb, her thoughts silent, her words unspoken, her entire being open, unguarded, her body, her mind, her soul, no longer holding any secrets, merging with Akhe’s…
Waking up the next morning, still in bed, Xiang Er realized she had forgotten to mention the important thing she had wanted to discuss, but… it had been a wonderful day.
“Morning, let’s go for a walk.”
Akhe entered the room, a warm glass of milk in her hand, which she offered to Xiang Er, watching as she drank it, one sip at a time.
Xiang Er, holding the large mug in both hands, her hair disheveled, hickey marks on her neck from the tentacles’ suckers, looked like a child.
As a fragile human, Xiang Er couldn’t fully… keep up with Akhe’s desires, so no matter how passionate their encounters, for Akhe, it was… never enough.
Akhe’s eyes, dark with a lingering desire, the tentacles extending from her lower body, like a tail, twitching and pulsing, their suckers oozing a thick, transparent slime, which dripped onto the floor.
Xiang Er, mid-sip, paused, sensing something, the familiar sweet fragrance filling the air, and she looked up at Akhe, her voice surprised:
“What’s wrong? So early in the morning, and you’re already…”
Akhe, looking at the white milk mustache on Xiang Er’s upper lip, at her innocent, slightly bewildered face, took a deep breath and leaned closer.
She extended her tongue and, one by one, licked away the traces of milk.
Xiang Er, flustered, tried to pull away, but she accidentally knocked over the mug, the milk spilling onto them, onto the bed.
The milk, dripping onto the black and red tentacles, a swirling mix of white, black, and red, a visually arresting, almost erotic, scene.
Akhe’s eyes darkened, and Xiang Er, her eyes wide, pushed against her:
“Don’t…”
The next moment, thick, powerful tentacles wrapped around her, slime dripping, her small body swallowed by the writhing mass…
The morning passed. The small eyeball scratched at the door, and Xiang Er, waking up on the soft, fleshy bed formed by the intertwined tentacles, her body aching, covered in slime, looked up.
Akhe, extending a few tentacles to massage her, her beautiful, almost demonic face, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, whispered:
“Time to go out.”
After a long, lazy morning of tangled limbs and whispered endearments, they finally got dressed, Xiang Er picking up the small eyeball and playing with it for a moment. Akhe found a small box, opened it, and offered it to Xiang Er:
“Try this on.”
Xiang Er opened the box, and inside, nestled on the soft lining, was a pearl necklace. A familiar necklace, the one “Shen Yuhe” had given her.
Xiang Er put on the necklace, it was indeed beautiful. Her health had improved, her skin no longer as pale, her cheeks fuller, her beauty now radiant, more than worthy of such a beautiful necklace.
Akhe, in a casual black dress, took Xiang Er, in her white dress, to meet An Yue downstairs.
An Yue, used to their antics by now, having waited all morning without complaint, smiled, opened the car door for them, and drove them towards the city center.
As they drove, An Yue casually explained the current situation:
“The pollution levels have been very low these past few months, and the number of heterogeneous entities has also decreased significantly, without the pollution to sustain them, and with the efforts of our investigators, within a few months, they should be completely eradicated. However, the state is still planning to build a… facility, to contain these entities, just in case. We’re going to visit the newly completed Heterogeneous Entity Containment Facility today, or, as it’s more commonly known, the monster prison. By the way, what were you two up to this morning?”
Xiang Er, her mind still on the containment facility, replied instinctively:
“Drinking milk…”
She immediately stopped, and Akhe, her arm around Xiang Er, chuckled:
“We were… busy.”
Xiang Er’s hand flew to Akhe’s mouth, her face burning.
An Yue:
“…”
Should she pretend she hadn’t heard that, or just jump out of the car? Why had she even asked? She had checked the almanac, it was supposed to be an auspicious day, why was she being subjected to this torture?
The car drove in silence, reaching a secure facility on the outskirts of the city, passing through multiple checkpoints, before finally stopping in front of an imposing building.
An Yue got out, about to open the door for Xiang Er, when a tentacle snaked out from the other side, reaching through the window, opening Xiang Er’s door, rendering An Yue’s assistance unnecessary.
Xiang Er looked at the building, its facade blank, its appearance imposing, its windows dark, no guards in sight.
An Yue led them inside, past layers of security, through scanners and AI checkpoints, until they reached the central area.
And there it was… the Heterogeneous Entity Containment Facility.
A vast, cavernous space, filled with countless creatures, large and small, all shapes and forms… a seemingly endless collection.
Xiang Er paused before each enclosure, a strange feeling in her heart. Humanity was truly resilient, able to recover so quickly from the invasion, even building a prison to contain these creatures, no matter how powerful, something that had seemed impossible, yet here it was.
And they hadn’t even needed Akhe’s help.
“This place is… quite impressive.”
Akhe, behind her, commented.
They passed by a fish-like monster, which suddenly opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, as if trying to devour Xiang Er through the reinforced glass.
Xiang Er, unfazed by the small monster, barely glanced at it, but An Yue was startled:
“Don’t!”
She was about to intervene when… a tentacle pierced through the supposedly impenetrable glass and grabbed the fish monster.
Alarms blared throughout the facility, the other contained entities, sensing the Evil God’s presence, cowering in their enclosures, the level of pollution spiking, the building trembling, as if about to collapse…
But Akhe, turning to Xiang Er, smiled faintly, and the surging pollution, the oppressive aura, receded, she would always, for Xiang Er, become… ordinary.
An Yue’s eyes widened in alarm, but she didn’t dare say anything, just watched as the tentacle swiftly devoured the fish monster, leaving behind only a skeletal frame.
The tentacle, with a few deft movements, crushed the bones into a small, crystalline stone, which it offered to Xiang Er:
“Here, a souvenir.”
Xiang Er took the stone and smiled:
“It’s quite pretty.”
Xiang Er had a new job now, a high-ranking, well-paying position, known to very few. She only had to work a few hours a week, visiting the Heterogeneous Entity Containment Facility, walking through the enclosures, basically just… existing there.
Her presence alone was enough. Because as long as she was there, the Evil God would also be there, and the monsters, no matter how powerful, how ferocious, would cower before the god, their resistance quelled.
Xiang Er had also taken up painting, a new hobby, and she started creating a bestiary of the contained entities, their forms meticulously depicted, their abilities and weaknesses noted, a document that would soon become an invaluable resource during this time of pollution, a historically significant work, a unique and precious collection.
But for now, Xiang Er simply did what she enjoyed, finding a quiet happiness in her ordinary life.
Once a week, after work, she and Akhe would go camping in the nearby mountains. Akhe would always bring plenty of food, a tent, sleeping bags, all the necessary equipment, but they never used them.
After all… who needed a sleeping bag when they had Akhe’s soft, warm tentacles?
Under the starlit sky, Xiang Er, like an offering to a god, her body naked, knelt, receiving the god’s love…
Wave after wave of pleasure, until Akhe’s tentacles, their tips glistening, finally stilled.
Xiang Er, her body covered in sweat, lay amidst the tentacles, their familiar suckers pulsing against her skin, and she turned her head, Akhe’s face, flushed, her gaze meeting Xiang Er’s.
The starlight, like a soft veil, covered the sky, the grass swaying gently in the night breeze, the world silent, the god in her arms.
Xiang Er felt a deep contentment, this was her wildest dream, her greatest desire, fulfilled.
She was mad, she knew it, but she was also… incredibly happy.
Akhe leaned closer, her breath warm against Xiang Er’s skin, her face damp with sweat, her chest rising and falling. She kissed Xiang Er’s lips and whispered:
“Let’s get married, Xiang Er.”
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