Chapter 88: The Hotel
Life in the small county town was simple. It was only a little past nine, and the streets were already deserted, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, which filtered through the windows of the hotel room.
But the presidential suite was brightly lit, the harsh, fluorescent lights banishing all traces of the moon’s gentle embrace. The decor was opulent, almost gaudy, the surfaces gleaming, every detail of the room illuminated mercilessly, the colorful candies on the table, the soft towel on the floor, and… the woman, standing there, pale as snow.
Xiang Er, her health restored, no longer resembled a delicate bud, but a fully bloomed camellia, exuding a subtle fragrance.
The lollipop in her mouth, a touch of girlish charm, a hint of vulnerability beneath her usual hard shell.
She was so beautiful… that even a god couldn’t resist.
Akhe, in an instant, was before her, her long, jade-like arms pulling Xiang Er into an embrace, and the next moment, Xiang Er, startled, found herself lying on the bed!
The large hotel bed was soft as a marshmallow, and Xiang Er, pinned beneath Akhe, tried to crawl away, her hands gripping the sheets, but the bed, like quicksand, held her captive!
She cried out:
“What are you doing?!”
But the next second, the bright lights in the room suddenly went out.
Akhe’s face, half-hidden in shadow, her hair tinged with the silver glow of the moonlight, her eyes dark and unreadable, her expression a mystery.
Suddenly, several tentacles, slowly, deliberately, rose, reaching towards her, their movements languid yet forceful, under Xiang Er’s terrified gaze.
The room was silent, the air thick with a heavy, almost suffocating sweetness, the temperature rising steadily.
Xiang Er bit her lip, trying not to make a sound, her eyes fixed on Akhe, a burning hatred in their depths. But Akhe wasn’t looking at her eyes, her gaze fixed on Xiang Er’s body… certain parts, a fire burning within them.
The moonlight, a soft yet revealing glow, filtering through the window, illuminated everything, and Xiang Er could clearly see the dark red tentacles, their surfaces slick and wet, approaching her body.
The sweet fragrance filled the air, and Xiang Er, her body tense, her voice trembling, said:
“Let… let go of me.”
Her resistance, of course, was futile, and the beautiful, Evil God face leaned closer, her lips pressing against Xiang Er’s neck.
“Mm…”
Xiang Er’s head tilted back, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, the moonlight shimmering like scattered gold.
The hotel room was unfamiliar, and Xiang Er’s heart, tonight, unusually soft, she was like… a knight, who, having shed their armor in this strange, warm place, had let down their guard, and now… was completely vulnerable.
She raised her hands to push Akhe away, but they couldn’t move, and even if she managed to push her away, there were still the tentacles, waiting, their movements subtle, their touch inescapable.
The plush hotel bed seemed to soften, to liquefy beneath her, sparks flying where her skin met the tentacles, the thick summer air filled with the sweet fragrance of spring, the world blurring, shifting, and Xiang Er couldn’t even see Akhe’s expression…
Akhe’s voice, soft and low, whispered:
“Relax.”
Her magnetic voice echoed in the room, like a spark igniting the already heated air.
Xiang Er’s heart was filled with anger, but… her body, involuntarily, relaxed, she didn’t want to give in, but her body, too familiar with this dance, wasn’t even startled by the tentacles anymore.
As the tentacles moved across her skin, she remembered seeing them on her bed before, but the feeling… the feeling… was completely different now.
Like a lifetime ago.
Xiang Er’s slender wrists, gently bound and lifted by a soft, slimy tentacle, her arms above her head, her body exposed, offered up willingly.
As they drew closer, their bodies trembled. Her body remembered the intimacy, the pleasure, her instincts overriding her reason, her emotions, and for a moment, Xiang Er almost screamed.
This was the first time, fully conscious, that she had been with the tentacles.
As the dark red, glistening tentacles approached, caressing, entwining, she trembled and cried out, but her cries were hoarse, high-pitched, like music…
And the tentacles, hearing her cries, tightened their grip, a soft, wet, sucking sound.
Transparent slime oozed from the suckers, the sweet fragrance filling the air. Xiang Er clutched the sheets, trying to escape, but Akhe’s arms wrapped around her neck, her soft lips kissing Xiang Er’s face, her forehead, her cheeks, her escape blocked…
Finally, her back against the rumpled bed, her face pressed against the cool leather of the headboard, the scent of leather in her nostrils, her eyes closed, she surrendered.
She cried and trembled, her body convulsing.
The leather was cold, the tentacles hot, the world a blur, and she… lost.
Xiang Er’s body was completely enveloped by the tentacles. She didn’t move, her body pressed against the headboard, and someone, from behind, embraced her.
A warm, gentle embrace, a hand softly patting her back, a comforting, maternal touch:
“There, there… it’s my fault, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have… been so impulsive…”
Xiang Er bit her lip, about to lash out, but the next second, a pair of slightly cooler lips gently touched hers.
It was their first kiss since her suicide attempt…
Even during their passionate encounter, their lips hadn’t met, Akhe had avoided her mouth, and now, suddenly…
Akhe didn’t force her lips open, just pressed gently against them, not giving Xiang Er a chance to bite her tongue.
After the intensity of their earlier encounter, this soft, lingering kiss, the desire fading with the moonlight, the warm bed like amniotic fluid, and she… a seed, sinking into it.
Xiang Er’s body relaxed in Akhe’s embrace, her eyes closed, her mind blank.
She should have been angry, hurt, but… she was so tired.
And soon, she fell asleep.
After she was asleep, Akhe finally released her, gently holding her close.
In the darkness, the world finally at peace, the moonlight soft, Akhe’s face was streaked with tears.
She cried like a child, tears of joy, of overwhelming happiness!
Whatever happened next, Xiang Er’s anger, her rejection, even another suicide attempt, would have to wait until morning.
At least, in this moment, tonight, in this unfamiliar room…
They had truly, deeply, loved each other.
When Xiang Er woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Akhe had cleaned her thoroughly, even changed the sheets. Everything was clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened.
She lay alone in the large, unfamiliar bed, in the unfamiliar hotel room.
She felt like she was lying at the bottom of an abyss.
She moved slightly, her body aching, and as she tried to sit up, her muscles screamed in protest, her waist sore and weak, like she had swallowed a dozen lemons.
Gritting her teeth, she sat up, leaning against the soft leather headboard, the quilt pulled up to her chest, her mind blank.
The room seemed empty, but Xiang Er knew better, and she said softly:
“Come out.”
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Akhe, carrying a tray of food, entered, still wearing the red dress, its soft fabric clinging to her body, outlining her curves.
Akhe smiled faintly, placed the tray on the small table, and said:
“You’re awake? Come eat something, I made all your favorites…”
A pillow suddenly flew through the air, striking Akhe, then landing on the table, knocking over the tray of food.
Silence. Akhe lowered her head, then looked up again, a smile on her face:
“You can be angry, but don’t waste food. What do you want to eat? I’ll order something else.”
Another pillow flew through the air, landing on Akhe’s beautifully styled hair.
Akhe turned, her face half-hidden in shadow, her hair disheveled, her expression complex, her gaze fixed on Xiang Er.
She looked like she was inhabited by two souls, one wanting to punish her disobedient lover, the other pleading for forgiveness.
She looked at Xiang Er, her mouth opening as if to speak, then closing again.
And Xiang Er looked at Akhe, images and emotions flashing through her mind. She hated this, hated her own helplessness, hated her own wavering resolve, her susceptibility to the Evil God’s tricks, but… her feelings were complicated.
Because… she felt… a softening within her, a reluctant acceptance.
It was this insidious acceptance that terrified her. Would she eventually just give in, become the Evil God’s lover, its plaything? Could she truly, after being so violated, forgive and forget, and accept this monstrous love?
Tears welled up in Xiang Er’s eyes:
“Am I just your toy? To be played with… however you please?”
She hadn’t expected an answer, her sobs trapped in her throat, as she was about to say something more…
Akhe’s voice, soft and low, said:
“No, you’re the one I love. And if you want… I can be your toy.”
Akhe’s body, below her head, began to dissolve, a mass of black slime extending tentacles, which touched the floor, reaching towards Xiang Er.
She rested her head on the edge of the bed, offering her tentacles to Xiang Er, her voice gentle:
“We’re equals, I was wrong last night, I shouldn’t have been so impulsive, please don’t be angry, you can… play with me, punish me, however you like.”
Xiang Er looked at the tentacle. Was this the one… that had been inside her last night?
She muttered to herself:
“Who wants to play with you… that’s disgusting.”
Akhe’s beautiful head tilted slightly, a smile playing on her lips:
“Wasn’t last night… playing with me?”
Xiang Er froze, grabbed the last remaining pillow, and threw it at Akhe’s head:
“…Get out! Get out of here, I don’t want to see you again!”
Akhe stood up, smiling, her human skin reforming, her naked body standing before Xiang Er, admiring her anger.
She suddenly leaned closer and kissed Xiang Er’s flushed cheek:
“I’ll go make some lunch. Wait for me, okay?”
Xiang Er, fuming, watched as Akhe turned and left, her movements deliberately swaying, her curves on full display, it was… infuriating!
Xiang Er grabbed her clothes and, while Akhe was gone, climbed out the window.
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