From now on, instead of the term “Cthulhu,” I will use “Evil God” in the translation, which is what the Chinese literally says(Evil or Devil God literally). I’ve already edited the previous chapters (unless I happened to miss a word here or there).
Chapter 25: Reward
The frosted glass of the bathroom door was double-layered, obscuring the view from the outside, but the growing darkness behind it was clearly visible, engulfing the entire pane.
The living room lights were bright, but the light couldn’t penetrate the narrow bathroom. The world seemed to have forgotten this small room, even the shadows of the trees were no longer visible.
The cramped bathroom was divided into a wet and dry area by a glass shower stall, the floor tiled with old, yellowed tiles, the walls with pale blue tiles. As she was dragged inside, Xiang Er’s mind instinctively pictured the familiar space.
But… the moment she entered the bathroom, the forceful slam of the door behind her made her eyes widen in shock.
This wasn’t the bathroom she knew!
The entire bathroom had somehow become the Evil God’s lair. Thick, foul-smelling black liquid coated the floor, the toilet, the sink, the faucets, the blue walls, and the glass of the shower stall, obscuring all color, turning the world black.
Countless thick and thin, black and red tentacles coiled and writhed along the walls and glass, like grotesque, fleshy flowers blooming and coming alive. The ceiling was covered in eyeballs, blood-red spheres with black pupils, rolling and shifting…
And the instant Xiang Er was dragged inside, all the eyeballs froze, then turned towards her, their gazes fixated on her.
Xiang Er, ignoring the pain in her waist, stared at the scene before her, completely stunned.
What was wrong with the Evil God? Why this sudden outburst? Was it because she had left It alone in the bathroom?
But It had only been in the bathroom for a day… Thinking back, it had been a long day, and the image of Shen Yuhe’s smile flashed through Xiang Er’s mind.
She realized that throughout this long day, she hadn’t thought about… Akhe, not even once.
While she had been talking and laughing with Shen Yuhe, feeding each other, Akhe, a god, had been left alone in the bathroom, unable to even extend its tentacles to scare anyone, completely devoid of any divine dignity or presence!
No wonder Akhe was so angry… Anyone would be…
Xiang Er’s struggling hands froze, and she even felt a pang of shame. She looked down at the thick tentacle around her waist, sighed, and stopped struggling.
Perhaps if she apologized quickly, she could appease the Evil God’s wrath, otherwise, who knew what would happen…
“Akhe, I…”
Suddenly, she was yanked upwards, her feet leaving the ground, a cry escaping her lips before she could finish her sentence.
The tentacles didn’t care if she struggled. They simply continued with their task, the thick tentacle holding her small body suspended in mid-air. The tentacles on the ceiling and floor twisted together, forming two thick ropes, quickly extending and wrapping around her wrists and ankles.
Xiang Er raised her hands, trying to grab something, but her fingers only opened and closed weakly, black, foul-smelling liquid oozing from between them, flowing down her wrists, then along her arms and elbows, but instead of dripping down, it continued upwards, seeping into her sleeves, climbing onto her shoulders…
And this was just her arms.
Xiang Er began to feel afraid. This looked like… she was being tied up.
She couldn’t help but speak, her gaze falling on an unremarkable eyeball in the black liquid on the floor:
“Akhe… I know I was wrong, please be gentle, okay?”
The eyeball blinked and drifted away with the current, giving her no answer.
Xiang Er didn’t receive any mental message from the Evil God either. It seemed Akhe was truly angry, maintaining its silence.
Before Xiang Er could react, the intense, eerie aura made her head spin, her vision distorting, and she felt herself rising, rising… The sound of flowing water surrounded her, her hands filled with the black liquid, the tips of tentacles wriggling in her palms, a painful itching that reached deep into her core.
Her reason began to fade, her senses taking over. She could smell the air, a foul stench, not the sweet fragrance she had smelled before, but a putrid odor with a hint of intoxicating alcohol, making her stomach churn, but she didn’t dare vomit.
She could clearly see everything that was happening.
On her slender, white wrists, blue veins pulsed beneath the thin skin. Dozens of tentacles, coiled together, forming sentient ropes, wrapped greedily around those veins, every tentacle, every red-black, viscous sucker, clinging tightly to her skin, every inch covered.
Red and black, blue and white, a grotesque yet beautiful tableau.
The thick tentacle around her waist began to loosen, thinning, lifting her white, fluffy pajama top and sliding beneath it, its cold, slimy, rough surface sending shivers down her spine. Xiang Er couldn’t help but shudder:
“Ah… so cold…”
But her voice only made the tentacle’s movements more forceful.
The dark red, rough back of the tentacle, ridged like snakeskin, like a bloody branch, trailed along the hem of her white coral fleece pajamas, its blood-red suckers clinging tightly, gripping her skin, paler than the fleece, then releasing as it moved, like… like…
A series of endless, relentless… kisses.
Xiang Er was suspended in mid-air.
The tentacle ropes from the floor, attached to her ankles, were doing the same. They were tightly wrapped around her ankles, but that wasn’t enough. They moved upwards, along the blue vein on the top of her foot, the ropes separating into several tentacles, their tiny suckers clinging to her skin, leaving what looked like bloody trails on her pale foot, the tentacles like flowing blood, delicately sucking at her skin, flowing downwards, enveloping each of her tiny toes, then climbing upwards, carrying an endless passion and stench, along her shins, her calves, upwards, upwards…
From all directions, and from her waist, the tentacles attacked relentlessly, crawling and flowing, covering her from her neck, shoulders, arms, chest, waist, thighs, knees, calves, ankles… until her entire body was engulfed!
Countless suckers, large and small, opened and closed on every inch of her skin, her senses heightened, the needle-like pain intensifying, the itching and numbness merging, the stickiness and coldness combining, the pain and discomfort escalating…
Xiang Er was losing her mind, the onslaught of sensations overwhelming her, every inch of her skin like a bomb, exploding against her defenses, but she hadn’t even built any walls, she had chosen from the very beginning not to defend herself…
A wail escaped her, a sound like smoke, faint and indistinct, disappearing without a trace into the black river.
Everything around her shattered and crumbled, and she, like a madwoman, arched her neck back, her mouth open, her eyes wide, bloodshot, like a fish gasping for water, or a small, broken-winged bird.
She was at the mercy of the god.
Her pajamas had been ripped apart by the tentacles.
Shredded pieces of white fleece clung to her shoulders, and she, forced to spread her limbs, completely exposed, her tears flowing, faced the countless eyes surrounding her.
The ceiling was covered in eyes.
Countless blood-red eyeballs with black pupils clustered together, looking down, fixated on Xiang Er suspended in mid-air.
They looked down from above, their view unobstructed.
Those eyes were dark, calm, devoid of emotion. They observed, they experienced, as the Evil God often did.
Xiang Er, completely exposed, hanging in the air, looked up, her gaze meeting some of the eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with terror, confusion, and madness, but those other eyes, in contrast, were emotionless, simply watching.
Like countless… surveillance cameras.
Simply watching, faithfully recording everything, experiencing everything.
Xiang Er hung in the air, like a human body growing from a tree, covered in dark red, blood red, and bright red tentacles, thick and thin, long and short, a dense, sprawling network, like the endless branches of a tree, or the ever-extending blood vessels of a human body, constantly shifting and flowing.
Her pale skin was now covered in countless bruises, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden beneath the moving tentacles… Only her face, for some reason, was untouched by the tentacles.
Xiang Er’s face was exposed to the countless eyes, exposed in the narrow bathroom enveloped by the black river, exposed in this most private of spaces, exposed in a situation she had never imagined.
A whimper escaped her broken throat:
“Wuwuwu… huh… mm…”
And every breath, every frown, every strained exhale, every blush on her skin, every tear that rolled down her cheek, every cry and whimper…
Became data recorded by the countless cold eyes.
They wouldn’t miss a single detail.
They wanted to see more, more, to explore the limits of the human body, to chase the source of desire.
They were… good friends.
This wasn’t punishment from the Evil God.
This was a reward, for its “good friend.”
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