The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 10

Lin Yang remained completely unaware of the horror manifesting behind Lin. All his logic had been incinerated by his frenzied emotions; in his eyes, there was only the slumbering Lin.

Lin Yang abandoned Lin’s neck and leaned down, his slender fingers prying open Lin’s thin eyelids. His dark pupils drew close to Lin’s ice-white eyes.

Sensing an opportunity, the lurking black substances wound around silently from behind. They brushed lightly and weightlessly over Lin Yang’s waist. The moment they made contact, the massed shadows could no longer suppress their voracious desire; they swarmed forward, craving to utterly devour the youth before them.

Lin Yang caught sight of a thread-like black strand wound around his wrist. He instinctively crushed it, wondering aloud, “What is this thing?”

That single, infinitesimal black strand broke, but before Lin Yang could grasp the situation, four strands immediately surged forth—then ten, then a thousand. The weak black threads formed an unshakeable presence that bound Lin Yang’s wrist. Lin Yang immediately intended to summon his blade, but he was a step too late; in the blink of an eye, his other hand was also bound by hundreds upon thousands of black silk threads.

They were soft and cold. If Lin Yang bit through one strand, more would replace it. The more he struggled, the more he was entwined. Lin Yang was utterly unable to break free. His gaze swept downward, only to be startled by the realization that his waist, ankles, and legs had been completely wrapped in these things at some unknown point.

These things were dense and numerous, moving like living creatures. They wriggled incessantly against Lin Yang’s skin like cats smelling catnip, refusing to let go.

Lin Yang felt as though he were being eaten by these things. He loved pain, but he could not withstand gentle stroking and itching; compared to this torture, he would rather be pierced by ten thousand arrows.

What made Lin Yang’s scalp tingle even more was that these things were still increasing at a rate of thousands and ten-thousands, binding him and Lin together. The entire blood pool was nearly filled with this bizarre substance. They occupied every inch of Lin Yang’s skin, seemingly slaughtering one another in a bid to seize the right to touch him.

The black silk threads closest to Lin Yang died continuously due to their fratricidal conflict, and the new threads that smugly took their place were torn apart in less than three seconds of touching Lin Yang’s skin. Even being torn apart in such a way brought them joy.

However, their total number did not decrease; it continued to grow, gradually forming a sinister, mist-like substance. Their texture was indistinguishable from human skin as they rubbed against Lin Yang, nearly driving him insane.

A faint red bled into the corners of Lin Yang’s eyes, his saliva was entirely consumed, and his body felt as though it had fallen into a high fever. His resisting limbs gradually lost their strength, becoming like melting butter. Lin Yang’s consciousness failed to concentrate; those pleasurable, joyous, and extreme sensations shrouded his spirit, making him unable to think, wanting only to fall endlessly into this friction.

Lin had sealed its five senses, but those black stains were not within the scope of its senses. Strong pleasure spread from the black mist to its main body, sweeping through Lin’s entire being like an electric current.

Its silver-white tail turned a ripe red in an instant, like the hue of magma glowing from within and spreading upward. In that moment, Lin lost control. Its locked five senses unraveled. The instant Lin opened its eyes, its ice-white pupils were encroached upon by a scorching red.

The surging black mass grew even more numerous. “A bunch of filthy things.”

Lin clenched its palm. The black mist fled in panic, and in the blink of an eye, the black substance was entirely annihilated. The suspicious red marks on Lin’s body faded, and its eyes returned to an indifferent ice-white.

Lin Yang, who had been tightly entangled by the black mist in the center of the blood pool, began to slowly sink as the mist vanished. Lin lay at the bottom of the water, looking up at the ravaged state of Lin Yang. The marks on his neck and waist were the most severe, and his slender ankles had been a disaster zone favored by the black mist.

Lin Yang’s lips appeared to have been rubbed raw, their color becoming increasingly vivid. The blood-water soaked his thin clothing. His long lashes were closed, and a lingering flush remained on his fair face.

Because the black mist’s senses were synchronized with Lin’s, it uncontrollably recalled Lin Yang’s suppressed groans and the tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. Everything had been swallowed whole.

The black desire behind Lin showed signs of emerging again. Black silk threads poked out, swimming desperately toward the unconscious Lin Yang as if pulled by a fatal attraction, hooking around Lin Yang’s ankle and crawling up his calf.

The texture of the youth’s smooth calf was clearly branded into Lin’s spirit. Lin’s fingers involuntarily constricted; his hand held nothing, yet it felt as if he were clutching Lin Yang’s calf. Realizing what it was doing, Lin felt a wave of loathing and crushed those black lines.

Lin Yang continued to sink, but Lin reached out and caught him, taking the unconscious, broken, and beautiful youth into a full embrace.

Lin Yang possessed powerful healing abilities; those ambiguous red marks left by the rampaging black mist had already dissipated completely. His smooth skin showed no sign of the brutal treatment it had endured. Lin watched the speed at which the red marks vanished from the bottom of the water, its fishtail slapping unconsciously. It felt a fleeting flash of displeasure, like a beast watching its own prey break free from its chains and wash away the marks it had left behind.

Such a strange emotion should not belong to it; it could only be the fault of those black desires. “Filthy things,” Lin cursed again.

The disc under the sacrificial altar rose, and the chains binding Lin rose with it. The water pool disappeared, and the blood-water spilled outward.

00 stood guard outside the altar, hugging its tail. It had originally been staring at the blood-water, but at some point, the liquid had turned black, and it had lost its view. Now, seeing the Evil God carry Lin Yang out, 00’s mouth fell wide open.

The marks on Lin Yang’s body had vanished, but that “hard-to-censor” look remained on his face. Given 00’s experience reading countless books, its mind had already filled in a thirty-thousand-word “heavy-duty” scene. It looked at Lin Yang, then at Lin.

Lin glanced over sideways. 00 immediately shrank into a timid ball and retreated ten meters away. It did not have an immortal body like Lin Yang; if the Great Evil God struck it with a palm, it would truly die.

Lin placed Lin Yang on the flat ground outside the altar. Its lips were pressed into a straight line, unsure of what to do next. Sending Lin Yang back to the ground immediately seemed inappropriate. Although Lin was not human, it understood that committing such acts toward Lin Yang was excessive.

How troublesome. Lin squatted in front of Lin Yang, staring at him. Irritated and expressionless, it thought that once Lin Yang woke up, it would let him dig out its heart a few more times that should solve the matter.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Lin Yang’s eyelids twitched. He opened his eyes, his dark pupils staring straight into the void. His cerebral cortex had not yet recovered from the intense stimulation just now.

Entanglement, suffocation, blackness.

Lin remained squatted on the spot, expressionless, waiting for Lin Yang to make a demand. Lin Yang sat up abruptly, his head bumping against Lin’s. A wave of dizziness hit them both, and they fell together into the shallowing blood-water.

Lin Yang was the first to sit up. He pinned down Lin’s legs, straddled the creature, and gripped Lin’s neck with both hands once more. The distance between his dark eyes and Lin’s was less than half a centimeter. “You’ve opened your eyes. Can you finally see me?”

Lin had never been this close to any living being. Lin Yang’s scent flooded Lin’s nostrils, wrapping around the creature from all sides. Those chaotic black images connected to Lin’s nerves.

Lin turned its head, opening its mouth to tell Lin Yang to get off. Its lips parted: “Please remove yourself from my body.”

“I won’t.” Lin Yang’s legs wrapped around Lin’s narrow waist, his hands pressing against the back of Lin’s neck to force their bodies together. Every inch of his body tried desperately to be close to Lin. He held not a single hint of an ambiguous or romantic thought in his mind; there were only frantic, sharp ideas: He could not let Lin ignore him.

The black desires within Lin’s body could not withstand such temptation. They began to stir, desperately wanting to come out and swallow the sweet fruit. Even for a god, resisting desire is a difficult task.

Lin’s ice-white pupils showed signs of turning red. The manifested human legs transformed back into a fishtail, and giant wings sprouted from its back, wrapping around Lin Yang against Lin’s own will.

In the enclosed space, Lin Yang sensed something. His dark eyes shone with an incredible brightness. “Great Evil God, you have desire for me.”

Lin Yang spoke in a slow, unhurried manner, his red tongue and white teeth appearing and disappearing as he talked. He had used the respectful “You” (Nín).

In its hundred years as a god, Lin had heard countless beings use honorifics. But no existence had ever connected words of reverence with filthy desire. This felt like… desecrating a deity.

The sensations within its body were spiraling out of control. Lin loathed this feeling intensely—the inability to control its own emotions and body, being forced to react and cater to the other like a lowly dog.

It pushed Lin Yang away abruptly and stood upright. Cold blood-water poured down, drenching both Lin and Lin Yang. Lin Yang’s dark hair became soaking wet. He looked up at Lin with a wicked tilt to his lips, then acted as if he had discovered something novel. “Great Evil God, your eyes turn red.”

Lin Yang lay on the ground, his fingers touching Lin’s fishtail. “This place is burning up too, as beautiful as a gem hoarded by a dragon.”

Lin’s tail lashed out sensitively to move away. It avoided Lin Yang as if he were a poisonous scorpion.

Lin Yang flipped over to lie on his back, his dark eyes meeting Lin’s standing gaze with a playful smile. “Great Lord, you clearly like me quite a lot, don’t you?”

Lin Yang raised his hands. Around his snow-white wrists were several swimming black silk threads, connecting him to Lin. “So these were all a part of you. My Lord is indeed an Evil God; the desires you extend are so greedy and sinful, just like…”

Lin paused slightly. A black mist soon wound around his neck as well. This time, he did not struggle. He added the unfinished thought with a smile: “…just like a mad dog.”

The thick, black desire only served to highlight Lin Yang’s red lips and white teeth. Lying in the blood-water with soaked clothes, he was the embodiment of desire and sin itself.

Lin’s voice was icy. “What do you want to get from me? I will give it to you. Return to the ground immediately.”

Lin’s nature was cold; it had no interest in matters of desire—it even loathed them. Those impulses were filthy. Its way of handling desire had always been to sever it entirely. Perhaps it was merely because those never-satisfied desires had been suppressed for too long that it had been forced into such a loss of control today.

Lin Yang curved his lips. “I told you, we are lovers. Since we are lovers, we should be together every moment, sharing all pain and pleasure.”

Lin’s gaze was cold. It knelt down to meet Lin Yang’s dark eyes. “Fine. Then go and kill all the humans and Silver Merfolk in this world for me, and then I will love you.”