Vicious Cycle

Chapter 90

The room was dimly lit.

A hazy, half-dark light enveloped the entirety of the small space, and the air seemed to come to a standstill, frozen in silence.

The small half of the teenager's face was buried between the soft pillows, and his loose hair covered his cheeks, which appeared excessively white in the half-darkened room.

His eyes were half-open, his lips moist.

Trembling tiny sniffles spewed into the man's palm.

Mu Hang felt an extremely dry fire burning in the depths of his throat, and the sound of his heartbeat became extremely loud.

It was as if an insatiable, bloodthirsty beast was stirring in his heart.

Even so, Mu Hang clearly realized that something was wrong with Shi An.

He heard himself ask in as smooth a voice as he could manage:

"How long have you been like this?"

The man's fingers, pale and strong, gently and irresistibly lifted the boy's cheek.

Mu Hang lowered his eyes and fixed Shi An with an unfathomable gaze.

"Did you eat anything?"

Shi An opened his eyes blankly, and the dark pupils under his eyelashes looked as if they had been washed with water, clear and unfocused.

He shook his head, then nodded.

"Well ......"

Mu Hang didn't seem to listen to a word Mu Hang said.

Mu Hang bent down, lifted the teenager's slender spine in his palms, and lifted him straight up from between the messy beds.

"Come on, I'll take you-"

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden heavy pain between his neck.

Mu Hang's brows furrowed furiously.

Shi An opened his mouth, biting viciously into his collarbone, his teeth fine and white and sharp, but losing steam after the first blow, more as a flirt than a vent.

Mu Hang's breath caught in his throat.

The palm he pressed against Shi An's spine subconsciously tightened for a split second.

The backs of his long, strong hands were sinewy, like dark rivers of green snaking under his pale skin, as if he was curbing some impulse with a strong force of will.

Shi An is oblivious to this.

He took the small piece of thin flesh in his teeth and gnawed at it softly, as if it would give vent to this strange and uncontrolled feeling.

Mu Hang took a deep breath.

He raises his hand, covers Shi An's mouth, and pushes him away from his neck a little.

"...... Don't be ridiculous."

The man's voice was low, already muffled.

In the next moment, a wet, soft touch swept through his palm, the tip of his tongue cold, brushing between the lines of his palm.

Mu Hang, all the muscles in his body are stiff and tense.

He slowly lowered his eyes to the teenager he held in his arms, the other half-open-eyed and confused, completely unaware that he had just licked someone's palm.

"It's hard?"

The man's voice became calm and soft.

Shi An nodded.

The palm over his mouth drew away and was replaced by warm, burning fingers that

The other man's fingers pressed forcefully against the flesh of his lips and rubbed them, probing a little into his mouth, groping and probing with great patience.

Mu Hang's eyes were lowered, a pair of deep blue eyes suppressed into the inky color of eternal night.

"Can I help you?"

Shi An blinked.

He wasn't quite sure what was going on right now.

He did wish someone would help him, but an instinctive sense of danger rose in his mind, making him a little hesitant.

Mu Hang leaned down and pressed himself against the teenager's hot and delicate ear, his voice low and husky with a hint of coaxing:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Shi An was surrounded by warm body heat, the scent lingering at the end of her nose familiar and good.

He nodded drowsily.

Mu Hang pressed one hand against Shi An's spine, feeling the tiny wariness of his partner's frame, and opened his mouth to bite down on the glove on his other hand, slowly and methodically freeing the other from the confines of the fabric.

Flames flickered silently in the dark blue eyes, like a burning dark fire.

Mu Hang's voice was soft and husky:

"Let me help you."

"Relax."

*

Shi Rui paced the room with difficulty, gnawing anxiously at his fingernails, and after a long time he seemed at last to have made up his mind, and, summoning up all his courage, drew the communicator from under his pillow with trembling fingers.

After the last time they parted, the other party deliberately instructed him to never initiate contact.

However, too much time had passed, and Shi Rui had been unable to get any reliable information, which made him very uneasy.

He tried to pivot toward the opposite side.

Black screen.

No one answered.

Shi Rui clenched his teeth, the bottom of his eyes slightly moist.

He had a vague feeling.

One seems to have become an outcast.

Other side.

The black-robed man lowered his eyes, swept the communicator from his own hand, and turned it off indifferently, tucking it inside his robes.

Immediately afterward, he slowly walked towards the dark cave not far away.

Cave dim dark, narrow cave road is very dark, every not far not close to the distance, is an ancient modeling stone fire platform, although there is light, but the flame is dark, can only vaguely dispel some of the darkness, barely illuminating the road in front of them.

The path in front of him had been traveled a thousand times, but the black-robed man still walked slowly.

It's not the light.

He appeared to be injured, half dragging a leg that rustled on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, the black-robed man finally reached the depths of the cave.

In the very center was the bright red totem, otherwise it was shrouded in darkness and could not be seen clearly.

"You're alive." A somber voice came from the darkness.

The black-robed man knelt down on one knee with difficulty, "Yes."

"But you failed."

"Yes."

The black-robed man replied in a hoarse voice.

If he hadn't been carrying a prop from a giant dragon on his body, he probably wouldn't have been able to save a single life, but even so, the terrifying level of the dragon flames was something that a human like him could take on.

The burned spot, which neither medicine nor magic could heal, was dripping pus downward all the time.

"What's going on?"

The man in the darkness asked.

"Lord Gargoyle doesn't seem to be satisfied with our plan." The black-robed man hung his head deeply and replied in a deep voice.

He pressed one hand to his injured knee, his body shaking slightly.

Yet, he acted as if he didn't feel the pain, but rather more like he was warring in joy.

"But don't worry, I've thought of a way."

"Oh?"

"I hope that you will allow me to utilize the treasures that come from the caves of the Dragon Lord."

"This time, I'm bound to live up to the expectations."

*

Mu Hang leaned down and planted a kiss on the teenager's moist, trembling lips:

"I'll meet you downstairs."

When he finished speaking, he straightened his disheveled collar, turned around, and headed out of the room.

Shi An was left alone in the room.

He blinked, the last of his shaky tears falling and snapping onto the pillow, haloing a small wet mark.

Shi An finally broke free from the half-asleep, groggy state she had been in earlier.

The images from earlier cluttered and crowded into his mind.

Shi An felt her face flushing rapidly, burning almost painfully, and her face was wet with either sweat or tears.

It's just hands.

Just ......

Ahhhhhhhh it's just a ghost!

Shi An buried her head deep into the pillow and closed her eyes in despair.

Although he wasn't exactly familiar with the way humans got along with each other, even so, he knew very well that what had just happened was something that should never have happened.

And the worst of it is--

Mu Hang asked.

And he agreed.

It was even ...... his initiative.

Shi An curls herself into a ball of shame.

But even so, the memory of being touched still won't go away.

The texture of the other man's fingers, the temperature, the rough calluses, the delicate fingertips, the rolled palm, the edges of the neatly trimmed nails.

Powerful and flexible, with an irresistible toughness.

It was like it was burned into his own body, with no sign of dissipation at all.

In that chaotic blazing atmosphere, the teenager's vision was blurred and he looked terrified.

The pleasure of the excessive buildup seemed to outweigh the pain, and large tears coalesced and fell one after the other.

The back is limp, the legs are limp, the toes tremble and curl.

That's not true.

Nope.

He flinched backward with effort, trying to escape from the unfamiliar and magnified perceptions, but was easily held in place.

Shi An forced herself to stop thinking about it.

He buried himself into the dark, soft bedding and closed his eyes evasively, wishing he could burrow back to the bottom of the self-same abyss and sleep for another fifty or sixty thousand years.

At that moment, Shi An opened her eyes with a slight start.

He noticed that the gray magic dissipated faster, and the magic within himself took an amazing leap forward.

...... can't be right?

That's fine?

Shi An sat up and began to think hard.

The only explanation now is that I'm afraid the drugs that inhibit the estrus period are gradually wearing off as his magic grows.

The rut shouldn't have started right away because the feeling comes and goes so quickly, and after the last experience, I'm afraid he won't have any intervals of lucidity if the rut actually starts.

And Mu Hang's touch will make his magic grow faster, and the faster the rut will come, the more responsive he will be ......

That ...... is a vicious circle!

Shi An is stupid.

*

Downstairs, Mu Hang lifts his eyes toward Shi An, who is walking slowly down the stairs:

"How does it feel?"

Shi An was shocked, "?!"

Mu Hang then asked, "Your body, is it still different?"

Shi An purses her lips and gives a small shake of her head, moving in a direction away from Mu Hang.

But Mu Hang unfolded the electronic folder in his hand and spread it out on the desktop in front of him without slowing down:

"Come and see."

Shi An: "......"

He stiffened and reluctantly moved over.

"Did you eat any of those things by mistake?" The man's voice was low and calm and carried no strangeness, but Shi An couldn't help but start to get hot in her ears.

He remembered that just now, upstairs, the other party had whispered in his ear with such a gentle and considerate voice.

Shi An blushed and looked away.

He hastily scanned the descriptions on it and pointed to one of them carelessly.

Mu Hang nodded, "That's okay, no need to go to the hospital, it's better to have a checkup if you want-"

"No no no." Shi An shook her head vigorously.

Mu Hang crossed his fingers and said gently, "Good thing too, you can wait for your body to metabolize it naturally, but there should be a few more iterations."

He got up and walked over to Shi An and stood beside him.

Shi An restrained himself from the urge to back away.

The man dropped his silver-white eyelashes, his eyes long and blue with an austere and inviolable asceticism and coldness.

He lifted his hand and swept his fingertips lightly over the bite mark on the teen's lower lip.

The other party's voice was clear and cold, calm and indifferent, with a little if any laughter:

"Next time, I can help you with my mouth."