The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 21

For a moment, Lin was speechless. Its throat felt parched, as if it had gone mute. Only after a long while did it find its voice. “It is Lin Yang who is angry.”

Lin lowered its eyes.

Had it not been for the black silk threads behind Lin surging frantically, winding around tightly and thirstily—climbing halfway up Lin Yang’s body in an instant—Lin Yang would have thought that Lin’s aloof and icy demeanor meant it didn’t want to see him.

Lin Yang crouched on the blood-colored steps. He looked up at Lin, his dark, ink-like eyes turning. “You know I am angry, yet you still do nothing?”

So close, Lin thought. Lin Yang was so close to it; his warm breath spilled gently onto its face. Lin Yang’s beautiful pupils were filled entirely by this monster.

It liked it this way.

Lin’s body leaned forward involuntarily. It wanted to be even closer to Lin Yang. Just as they were about to touch, Lin Yang suddenly pulled away.

“Lin, are you listening to me?”

Lin Yang’s scent grew faint. Lin felt a pang of regret. Its silver-white eyes grew dark with obscure desire; it wanted so badly to wind itself around Lin Yang and swallow him down, mouthful by mouthful, into its stomach.

This was the real Lin Yang, the Lin Yang who could not be allowed to escape.

These frantic, obsessive thoughts churned within Lin’s endless malice, gradually gaining the upper hand. Lin struggled to suppress those extreme impulses, beads of sweat surfacing on its forehead.

Its head bowed even lower. While the indifferent expression on its face showed no obvious change, its facial muscles were twitching. The two hands hanging at its sides were clenched into fists, veins bulging.

Both its body and its divine consciousness were on the verge of running wild. It could only see Lin Yang’s lips opening and closing; it couldn’t hear Lin Yang’s words.

Its instinct wanted to seize the only life-saving straw before it to confine him, possess him, and penetrate him.

Lin Yang cared about humans. It could use the lives of those humans to coerce Lin Yang; Lin Yang had too many weaknesses.

But…

But what?

Lin’s eyes were vacant. Its consciousness was briefly controlled by an intense craving. The black silk threads had evolved into bared, scarlet tentacles, growing from its back and creeping toward Lin Yang in a continuous stream.

A human body could not withstand such a surging craving; it broke down in an instant. Fish tails and wings were released.

Lin suddenly lunged forward, ferociously pinning Lin Yang down. It used its wings to imprison him, while its silver-white fish tail wound around Lin Yang’s legs like a snake. Pressing Lin Yang to the ground, its silver eyes turned blood-red. It lowered its head to unconsciously nuzzle Lin Yang’s chin and neck, as if Lin Yang’s scent were the oxygen upon which a human’s survival depended.

Its voice was hoarse and chaotic: “Lin… Yang.”

A continuous stream of crimson tentacles wrapped around Lin and Lin Yang, forming a small, sealed space where only they existed.

Everywhere Lin Yang’s gaze fell became a flush of passion-red.

His wrists were bound by flame-red tentacles, and his legs felt a faint stinging sensation from the friction of the icy fish tail.

Lin called him again: “Lin… Yang.”

Word by word, Lin repeatedly called Lin Yang’s name.

Lin Yang felt like he was burning. He felt as if he, along with his name, were being held and tasted between Lin’s teeth and tongue.

He became drenched.

Lin Yang was displeased. Clearly, he was the one who came to seduce the evil creature, but why did he feel like he was the one being seduced by it instead?

Lin Yang struggled to raise his right hand, which was wrapped in tentacles. He rested it on the back of Lin’s neck. Lin leaned its head back to nuzzle against Lin Yang’s palm. Lin Yang suddenly applied force to press Lin’s head down. Closing his eyes to avoid looking at Lin’s face, he kissed the creature with an air of “death before dishonor.”

Using too much force, his teeth knocked against Lin’s lips. Lin’s pale lips immediately bled, and the metallic taste of blood melted between their lips.

Lin Yang opened his eyes and coughed. “Sorry… no experience kissing a mortal enemy for the first time… hiss!”

Lin imitated Lin Yang’s manner and bumped back heavily, its lips pressed against Lin Yang’s. “Is this a kiss? It hurts a bit, but I like it very much.”

Lin Yang’s brain went numb.

Lin continued, “Your lips are so soft. Can I lick them? Lin Yang, your mouth is open. Your palate is so sensitive; if I touch it, your hands grip me tightly, and your body trembles…”

Lin’s tone was cold. With its indifferent face and a frigid voice, it spoke these words without a shred of shame.

Lin Yang couldn’t take it. He felt like he was about to become a steamed shrimp; his body wanted to curl up.

“Lin Yang, why are you covering your face?”

“Shut up! Be quiet!” Lin Yang slapped Lin on a whim. His strength was hard to measure by ordinary standards, leaving a distinct palm print on the left side of Lin’s face.

After the slap, Lin Yang was stunned. Wait, why did all these tentacles bind my wrists yet didn’t stop me?!

Can this romance even continue?

Lin’s head was knocked to the side. It turned its head back, staring at Lin Yang’s ripe-red color. “Lin Yang, are you shy?”

Lin Yang was expressionless. “Can you just kiss properly and stop talking so much nonsense? If not, let the tentacles take over instead?”

He wasn’t shy at all!

Back in the blood pool, when he was being toyed with by the black silk threads to that extent, he hadn’t felt a hint of embarrassment. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t generously opened his collar to let the tentacles in what did he have to be shy about?!

Therefore, the problem lay with the evil creature. It was all the evil creature’s fault.

A gloomy color surfaced in the depths of Lin’s eyes. “I discovered it long ago; you like those ‘dirty things’ more than you like me.”

Lin Yang: ? Aren’t those part of you?

In the next instant, Lin Yang was splashed with blood-water. All those scarlet tentacles shattered in the blink of an eye, turning into a downpour of blood.

The prison built by the tentacles collapsed. Lin Yang fell back to the ground. Lin’s wings still enfolded him. Lin was displeased. “Lin Yang, you are so dirty.”

Lin Yang wanted to curse. Lin leaned down to lick Lin Yang’s face. “Your body is covered in the traces of those dirty things; I will help you clean it.”

Lin Yang was unable to deal with this side of Lin. He thought fiercely in his heart that next time he should bring poison to strike this evil creature mute.

No, there would never be a next time.

After Lin had cleaned Lin Yang, Lin Yang buried his face in the blood-water. His limbs felt weak, and his body had become like butter melting under high heat.

It was too humiliating.

An evil creature that had seen him in this state must die.

Lin also lay down. Its body was face-down, and it buried its face in the blood-water, blowing bubbles with an indifferent expression—glug glug.

Its gaze never left Lin Yang. The abnormal crimson in its silver eyes had not yet dissipated. After the desires at its back had been slaughtered once, the black silk threads, showing no memory of the lesson, began to spread outward in a continuous stream once more.

They represented Lin’s desires; they were the incarnation of Lin’s lust. As long as desire existed, they would continue to proliferate infinitely.

Lin Yang felt the evil creature’s intense gaze, but he kept his eyes closed and ignored it.

Lin and Lin Yang were originally separated by half a meter. Lin slowly shifted to the left. When Lin Yang opened his eyes again, he was startled; Lin’s face was less than half a centimeter from his, its eyes staring straight at him. “Lin Yang, you care very much about the humans on the ground.”

Are you willing to stay by my side for the sake of those humans?

Even in its current wild state, Lin could not speak the latter half of the sentence.

It wasn’t that it thought threatening Lin Yang with human lives was despicable; intuition told Lin that if it used human lives as a threat, it would not get what it truly wanted.

The blood-water flowed, the washing causing Lin Yang’s eyes to feel dry. One second he was still trapped in a scarlet mire; the next second, both shyness and the stirrings of passion had vanished completely from him. The corners of his lips curved into a signature smile glamorous, moving, yet hypocritical and thin-blooded. “Do you want to use the humans on the ground to threaten me?”

Lin nodded, then shook its head.

“I want your love. If you don’t give it to me, I will go and kill. But if I do that, I will never be able to have your love again. Fubai once told me about the Stockholm syndrome the distorted relationship where a victim falls in love with the victimizer. But a victim is a victim; a racing heart when near is because of fear, not attraction. I do not want this kind of cheap affection obtained through external taming. I want your love to stem from your heart without entanglement of interests, without forced choices.”

Lin Yang sat up, pulling himself out of the blood-water. “Lord Evil God, you are very greedy.”

He knelt at the edge of the blood pool, his face and eyelashes drenched. His watery, dark eyes looked directly at Lin, who had surfaced along with his movements. “Have you figured out the relationship between me and you?”

Lin didn’t understand. It had never experienced this kind of craving, nor had it ever considered its connection with any living being.

But Lin would eliminate the wrong answers.

Its expression was as solemn as a human male during a marriage proposal. “You are not my possession. Our relationship is ‘You-Are-Not-My-Possession’.”

Lin Yang laughed.

The last time Lin Yang had shown such a smile, it had earned a hug and a feathered arrow through the heart.

Lin realized it had answered incorrectly again.

Its heart was already prepared to welcome a sharp pain. Sure enough, in the next moment, its heart began to pound wildly but this time, the reason for the madness was because Lin Yang’s lips had landed gently on its own.

Lin Yang pulled away as soon as they touched. “This is a kiss from the human world. It does not require pain as a prerequisite.”

“A kiss usually occurs in a situation where two people have a good impression of each other and feel love regardless of gender, regardless of race.”

“And often after mutual affection arises, people can confess to each other to confirm their relationship and become each other’s partners which can also be called ‘lovers’.”

“So, our relationship is that of ‘lovers’.”

Lin interpreted Lin Yang’s words. “We kissed, so you also have a good impression of me. You also like me, right?”

Lin Yang nodded. “In principle, that is how it is. But that is the ‘usual’ case. People who don’t like each other can also kiss because of desire; people who hate each other can also become partners driven by interest.”

Lin’s heart was in turmoil. Human schemes and complexities were indeed the most numerous. Could such an intimate thing as kissing be done with anyone?

Lin pursed its lips. “Has Lin Yang kissed anyone else?”

Lin who had never even held hands with anyone else and whose first kiss had gone to his mortal enemy Yang: “Of course.”

No wonder. As soon as Lin Yang kissed it, it couldn’t control its desire. It was indeed because Lin Yang’s methods were skillful and he had much practical experience.

Lin’s fingers nearly dug holes into the steps. The other person must be that ‘rotten worm’. Even though Lin Yang was locked in a private prison, he was still willing to give birth to little snakes for that rotten worm.

It had seen the females gestating on the ground; all of them suffered immensely.

Lin’s face contorted. It wanted to be stronger, even stronger to drag the rotten worm from Lin Yang’s memory out and kill it.

“However,” Lin Yang spoke. Lin’s eyes lit up. Lin Yang smiled. “I said I am your lover, but Lord Evil God, you said a lover is the most useless of things.”