Chapter 47: Ears
This scene, Xiang Er had experienced it once before, but back then, she and Shen Yuhe weren’t close, and she hadn’t harbored any inappropriate thoughts.
Now, it was different.
This was her only friend, someone she had feelings for, it was… difficult… to remain purely platonic!
Looking at those alluring lips, as red and inviting as a bed of roses, Xiang Er’s fingers trembled, her whole body shaking, her head spinning.
But her willpower ultimately prevailed.
She reached out and gently pushed Shen Yuhe’s shoulder, creating some distance between them, then carefully helped her lean against the back of the sofa.
Shen Yuhe allowed herself to be moved, still muttering:
“So spicy… is this what spicy feels like… I feel… a little excited…”
Like a smooth, slippery fish, she turned and slid back into Xiang Er’s arms, her eyes watery as she looked at Xiang Er’s face and asked softly:
“Aren’t you excited?”
Xiang Er closed her eyes, her breathing rapid.
She really… couldn’t handle this woman! Even if she was excited, what then, could Shen Yuhe take responsibility?!
She opened her mouth with difficulty:
“Little Fish, get up, we’re in a restaurant, you can’t be like this.”
Xiang Er pushed Shen Yuhe’s shoulder a little harder, but Shen Yuhe simply turned her head and buried her face in Xiang Er’s stomach, whimpering coquettishly:
“No…”
The soft, sweet whimper, warm against Xiang Er’s skin, seeped through her clothes, staining her, permeating her senses, reaching her heart, which was pounding a sweet, frantic rhythm.
Forget about eating! All she wanted to do was crush this coquettish woman and swallow her whole, then teach her a lesson in her stomach, about how dangerous it was to act so carelessly in public!
Shen Yuhe suddenly chuckled, as if amused:
“Haha…”
She then sat up, her body soft and boneless as she leaned against the back of the sofa, her gaze fixed on Xiang Er’s face.
Xiang Er’s face was burning, but she pretended to be calm, her ears, however, were a bright, translucent red. The sunlight streaming in from outside only intensified the blush, highlighting the fine hairs on her cheeks, her eyelashes fluttering, her dark eyes… refusing to look at Shen Yuhe, fixed on her plate.
“Okay… you should eat. If it’s too spicy, you can order something else…”
Xiang Er’s voice was shaky as she reached for the menu, speaking to Shen Yuhe without looking at her.
Only one of her bright red ears, and half of her blushing face, were visible to Shen Yuhe.
And Shen Yuhe’s gaze was fixated on them.
The earlobe, red and soft, like a translucent, rose-gold candy, swayed gently.
Ears… Little Ears. Their secret code.
Shen Yuhe suddenly reached out and gently pinched the earlobe, her fingers kneading it lightly.
Xiang Er’s body instantly stiffened, like a kitten whose scruff had been grabbed, completely motionless, a strange sound escaping her throat:
“Mm…”
Shen Yuhe continued to pinch the earlobe, making it even redder, the faint golden light making it look like a beautiful gemstone offered as a sacrifice by some small creature in an ancient ritual, millions of years ago.
Once, She had enjoyed those hard, glittering stones, but now, She preferred soft, yielding flesh.
Her fingertips gently kneaded and pressed, rubbing the small ear piercing.
Shen Yuhe licked her lips, her expression like a decadent, blooming flower, a sight that sent shivers down Xiang Er’s spine.
Several people in the restaurant were now stealing glances at their booth.
Xiang Er, catching a glimpse of them from the corner of her eye, felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her, from her eyes to her spine, then exploding downwards, like fireworks… She quickly averted her gaze, but the sensation on her ear was so real, so vivid, making her squirm uncomfortably, wanting to escape, yet not wanting to leave…
The menu slipped from her hand, and Xiang Er whimpered, pleading softly:
“Stop pinching me… let go, please…”
Shen Yuhe chuckled softly, the sound, so close to her ear, like a clap of thunder, making Xiang Er tremble.
Shen Yuhe’s voice, close to her ear, said:
“You’re my Little Ears, I can play with my Little Ears, what’s it to you?”
Xiang Er:
“…”
Xiang Er was almost angry! Where did this woman learn such twisted logic! Who was her Little Ears, really… she was going to get angry!
She turned and glared at Shen Yuhe, lowering her voice:
“Who’s yours! You… don’t go too far!”
The wind howled outside, although not as strong as before, still buffeting pedestrians and cars like leaves in a storm, waves crashing against the city’s shores.
But the sun shone brightly, its light untouched by the city’s waves, undisturbed in the small restaurant.
In the small restaurant, at the center of the world, in an unremarkable booth, the god was dissatisfied.
Xiang Er had turned slightly, her face flushed, and if her face were a hawthorn berry, the pout on her lips would be a thin layer of sweet and sour glaze, truly… tempting, delectable.
Shen Yuhe did as she pleased.
She nodded slightly, and the power of the Evil God, twisting and distorting reality, erased their booth, their table, from everyone’s perception, making them vanish completely from this world.
Then…
She leaned forward and suddenly, took Xiang Er’s earlobe into her mouth.
The world fell silent.
Xiang Er’s heart plummeted.
The impact made her ribs ache, her mind blanking, everything fading away.
The sunlight was too bright, she couldn’t see what was happening beside her face, only the sensation on her skin told her: Her earlobe, enveloped by something warm and soft.
Her earlobe… enveloped! By what? By the thing she didn’t dare to imagine?
Xiang Er couldn’t turn her head, couldn’t move her face, only her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the truth from the corner of her vision.
As her eyes moved, she saw Shen Yuhe’s perfect face, incredibly close, so close it startled her!
Shen Yuhe’s eyes were open.
And those normally dark eyes were slowly turning blood red!
Xiang Er’s heart leaped into her throat, and just before she screamed… the eyes changed back, returning to their dark, obsidian-like brilliance, the pure, focused gaze of a newborn.
Shen Yuhe, her expression like someone examining a curious new object, was… consuming her earlobe.
Yes… consuming. Swallowing, devouring, a primal, simple act.
Xiang Er thought she must be seeing things.
But… the sensation on her ear couldn’t be mistaken.
Her earlobe was indeed enveloped by something warm, wet, and moving, lips or tongue… she didn’t dare think about it, but the image automatically appeared in her mind!
A wave of heat spread through her body, and Xiang Er couldn’t bear it. She raised her hands and tried to push Shen Yuhe away, but her hands met only air, her body weak and disoriented, only able to try blindly, her hands flailing, Shen Yuhe like a phantom, without substance.
But the sensation on her earlobe was undeniably real.
Was it licking? Or devouring? Or teasing, playing… she could feel it all, with excruciating clarity.
So clear that it became a kind of torment!
Xiang Er moaned, clutching Shen Yuhe’s shoulder, tears welling up in her eyes:
“Ah… it hurts!”
Her earlobe ached, a searing pain that ignited the flames within her, a dull ache quickly escalating into an unbearable agony!
It was no longer playful flirtation, it was like being preyed upon by a wild beast, torn apart by a vulture! The pain was so intense she almost screamed, even her head throbbed, the agony consuming her consciousness!
Blood flowed from her earlobe, and she could feel it, the warm blood, being devoured, bit by bit…
Her already weak body couldn’t handle such intense sensations, and the pain only fueled the flames of desire within her, burning even more fiercely!
She frantically grabbed Shen Yuhe’s collar and, her gaze fixed on the smooth, jade-like skin of Shen Yuhe’s arm, bit down hard!
She didn’t know what she was biting, her desire turning her into a beast, she was being devoured, and she would devour in return… She bit and licked and tasted the blood in her mouth, the adrenaline numbing her own pain.
She no longer felt pain, her mind no longer rational, only the primal urge to bite! To devour!
Hunger was the most primal of human desires, just like lust, and often, the two were inseparable.
If anyone had witnessed this scene, they would have lost their mind, driven to the brink of madness!
On the side of the girl’s thin face, a thick tentacle coiled, extending from the beautiful woman’s mouth, its suckers wrapping around the girl’s earlobe, blood flowing from the wound, directly into the tentacle’s suckers! The suckers devoured the blood, opening and closing, yearning for more, more!
And the girl, biting the woman’s arm, her eyes vacant, her mouth wide open, like a beast, her white teeth stained with blood, which dripped onto the floor!
They were intertwined, biting, devouring each other.
A sight that would stun anyone, yet a sight that would also make them say, they were… a perfect match.
After an eternity, long enough for centuries to pass, for blood to run dry, for the world to end and be reborn…
Xiang Er finally lifted her head, her mouth filled with blood, her fevered eyes only catching a glimpse of Shen Yuhe’s bloodstained lips.
She fainted.
Only the wreckage of their shared madness remained.
Blood still flowed from Shen Yuhe’s arm.
Tentacles extended, lifting Xiang Er, placing her within their protective circle.
Shen Yuhe walked out of the restaurant, blood dripping from her body, staining her black dress a vivid crimson. From her tailbone, the black fabric extended, transforming into several thick, black and red tentacles.
And between those tentacles, cradled carefully, was the faint outline of a slender girl.
The girl’s face was deathly pale, her ear torn, her brow furrowed, held aloft by the tentacles, like a bouquet of flowers, her head exposed, allowing her to breathe, her disheveled hair drying in the sunlight, her white dress stained with blood, like a bleeding cuckoo.
The girl, in this moment, was breathtakingly beautiful.
And Shen Yuhe, her demeanor calm and composed, walked out of the bustling restaurant, past the noisy crowd, the diners and drinkers.
No one could see Her.
Akhe, her tentacles swaying, carried Her lover and prey, walking through the human world, towards their own private abyss of darkness.
A slight worry crossed Her mind: Little Ears was so easily broken, perhaps… she needed to be handled more carefully, to be gradually accustomed to it.
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