These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues

These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 055 Remember Who You Are With Now Part 2

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As one night fell, a new round of torture began again. Lei Jin almost suspected that he had some terminal illness. Why did he always have an attack at night, and he couldn’t restrain himself more and more, as if a fire was burning in his heart, forcing him to do something to relieve it. Although Xiya never told him, but Lei Jin vaguely guessed that if he was really terminally ill, Xiya would definitely not be as calm as he was now. Moreover his body couldn’t deceive anyone, the itchiness coming from behind, a few times he almost couldn’t bear it anymore and wanted Xiya to just put it in, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

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“Lei Jin, can you still hold on?” Xiya opened the door and came in. Lei Jin would drive him out whenever he had an attack these days, but he was really worried.

“Get out…” Lei Jin lay on the bed with his head pressed against the wall, sweat flowing down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging them.

“Don’t be so stubborn, let’s think of other ways.” Xiya tried to come closer.

“Get out…” Lei Jin still said the same words, but now he trembled a little more.

“If Moya was here, would you also tell him to get out?” Xiya furrowed his brows slightly, but his clenched fists betrayed his emotions.

Lei Jin didn’t look at him, but panted and said, “Don’t make me say it a fourth time, I don’t need your help, get out.”

“Really don’t need it?” In a place where Lei Jin couldn’t see, Xiya flashed an inexplicable smile. He stood beside the bed, touched Lei Jin’s leg, trailing all the way up, where he gently stroked the crease of his buttocks covered by trousers.

Lei Jin’s shuddered, and then cursed: “Get lost!”

Xiya’s eyes darkened, and he said, “You likely can’t help it tonight.” He hugged Lei Jin’s waist from behind, ignored his struggle and opposition, and even took off his trousers along with the underwear.

Lei Jin didn’t want to show weakness, but now that his use of his arms were gone and he had no strength to resist, he was really a little flustered, so he shouted: “Xiya, stop.”

Xiya obviously didn’t want to listen to him anymore. He put Lei Jin on the bed, and lifted his shirt above his waist, and Lei Jin’s entire lower half was exposed to Xiya’s gaze.

Lei Jin turned his head, and saw that Xiya had already leaned down and spread Lei Jin’s legs from behind with his hands. He soon pressed his hot lips against Lei Jin’s calf, licked and kissed upwards little by little.

No matter how much Lei Jin called Xiya, he didn’t reply. Lei Jin wanted to kick him, but his legs were pinned down. When Xiya’s lips reached the crease of his thigh, Lei Jin didn’t even have the strength to close his legs.

The kiss continued to move up, and Lei Jin jumped involuntarily when one finger of Xiya’s wriggled in. When the entrance softened slightly, the second and third followed, imitating the movement of thrusting and pistoning, rubbing in Lei Jin’s body and even twisting.

Lei Jin bit the pillow next to his mouth, and suppressed the sound bubbling forth. Xiya’s fingers continued, and the sensation was full but also itchy, strange, but definitely not uncomfortable.

Touching a certain spot by accident, Xiya suddenly felt his fingers being squeezed tightly. Xiya almost instinctively understood that it was this place, and pressed against that spot.

Lei Jin trembled, and came on Xiya’s fingers that night.

Finally the night passed.

Xiya asked Jing Yue when he started taking the jade mugwort. Counting the days, there are still two days left, but the jade mugwort’s medicinal properties tend to become stronger as it goes on, so he wasn’t able to be at ease for even a moment. Despite Lei Jin’s objection, the two still sleep together every night.

This day, Xiya followed Jing Ping to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables, capture pheasants, and found some wild eggs. He planned to improve Lei Jin’s diet. He knew that Lei Jin didn’t like meat very much, so Xiya made pheasant broth for dinner. He also fried a plate of vegetables and eggs for Lei Jin according to his favorite way of eating.

Lei Jin was leaning on a chair in the yard with his eyes closed, the setting sun casting a warm halo on his body. Xiya put the food on the table, and stood at the door looking at him like this. There were only the two of them here, living a peaceful and lovely life together.

“Lei Jin, it’s time to eat.” If the two of them kept silent and still like this, the food would be cold. Xiya helped him to stand up, Lei Jin’s arms seemingly having not improved at all.

“Try the food I stir-fried, is it good?” Xiya held a bowl and fed the food to Lei Jin’s mouth.

Since that night Xiya hadn’t listened to Lei Jin; this was how the two of them got along. Xiya talked and Lei Jin remained silent.

This was still the case today, Lei Jin opened his mouth to eat, but he didn’t know how to face Xiya.

“It will be fine after two more nights.” Xiya put down the food, and helped him drink water.

At this Lei Jin raised his head to look at him. These days, Xiya used his mouth and fingers to help him. No matter how much he objected, Xiya remained the same. Two more nights probably wouldn’t make a difference, so he had already decided to let it be.

Although he knew that Xiya was helping him, how could he be so grateful for this forced way?

After eating, Xiya took Lei Jin to the spring water to wash while he had yet to experience that night’s attack.

After doing it for the past few days, Xiya took off Lei Jin’s clothes with familiarity, helped him into the water, and was just about to bathe him when he found that he forgot the washcloth.

“You soak for a while, I’ll go in and get the washcloth.” Xiya went ashore and tugged on his pants. Even knowing that Lei Jin would not respond to him, he still spoke to let him know.

But Lei Jin nodded this time.

Xiya was overjoyed, his lavender eyes under the moonlight reflected a clear smile, and he said quickly, “I’ll be back soon.”

Lei Jin looked at his disappearing back as he left in a good mood. His heart was in a mess, so he simply closed his eyes and concentrated on soaking.

However, the sudden surge of heat in his body made his legs go limp, and he plunged headfirst into the water. Having lost use of his arms, his struggle was ineffective. The previous experience of drowning was brought to mind again, and at that moment who was the person who his mind recalled?

“Lei Jin…” There were splashes in the spring water, and Lei Jin was no longer in sight. Xiya let out a panicked cry, rushed over, and jumped in without taking off his pants. Soon he tugged Lei Jin to the shore.

He folded his hands and pressed the other’s chest, his lips trembled and wanted to call the other’s name but couldn’t speak. Once again he actually let the other meet with danger in front of him…

Lei Jin coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of water, then woke up.

“Xiya…” Lei Jin spoke hoarsely.

In this little time, Xiya felt as if he had died once, until Lei Jin made a sound, he felt that he was finally alive again. His eyes were red, he turned his head, and sat on the ground next to him.

“I’m fine.” Lei Jin tried to sit up, but the constant heat in his body forced him to curl up desperately.

Xiya pulled Lei Jin’s body over, the look in his eyes were firmer than ever before.

“I’ll help you solve it completely.” Xiya said as he parted Lei Jin’s legs, wet his fingers with water, and slipped it inside where he began to scissor them  In fact, due to Xiya administrations during these days, and after taking the jade mugwort, that place had already softened quite a bit.

“Xiya…” Lei Jin called out in shock, this time feeling how after Xiya’s fingers were pulled out, they were replaced by a fiery member.

Xiya patiently performed enough foreplay, leaned above Lei Jin’s body, and entered him.

Xiya’s member couldn’t be compared with fingers, the feeling of tearing came from below, and Lei Jin’s face turned pale from the pain. He gasped, gritted his teeth and shouted: “Xiya…”

Xiya held Lei Jin’s legs around his waist and began moving: “Lei Jin, who am I? You have to see clearly who is in you now?”

“Get lost…”

Xiya didn’t speak. He originally wanted to pause and let Lei Jin get used to it, but the warmth and tightness he had dreamed of for so long made him unable to bear it. He hastily entered, his hands groping over the globes of flesh, and began to thrust wildly.

Lei Jin screamed, and unconsciously wanted to retreat.

Xiya clasped his waist and pulled him back, and said softly: “I’m sorry.” The speed of the collision slowed down, poking this way and that inside Lei Jin’s walls, subconsciously looking for the sensitive spot found a few times ago.

“Get out…” Lei Jin moaned in pain.

Suddenly the member inside bumped into a place, and Lei Jin’s entrance tightened. He let out a sound but it was not completely one of pain.

Xiya knew that it was here, so he aimed his thrusts towards it, brushing against it intentionally or unintentionally, lightly or heavily. Lei Jin wanted to resist, but his body, which had been tortured by the medicinal properties of the jade mugwort for many days and had lost all reason. It began to react instead, meeting Xiya’s violent thrusts, and the small hole spontaneously tightened around Xiya’s member.

Xiya muffled a groan of pleasure.

Lei Jin looked up at the stars in the sky. Although he felt pleasure, it couldn’t continue. Although he couldn’t move his arms, he still had his legs.

“Okay, Xiya, don’t blame me for being rude.” Lei Jin said internally, and his leg slipped down where it kicked Xiya’s waist. But unexpectedly, it was caught by Xiya’s left hand which only pulled his leg wider while his right hand lifted  up Lei Jin’s waist, allowing him to push in deeper.

“Ah…” Lei Jin made a broken sound.

“Does it feel good?” Xiya bit the cherry red on Lei Jin’s chest, and contrary to his gentle tone, his movements below were fierce and erratic.

Lei Jin’s breathing became more and more heavy, and his hoarse voice became more husky and seductive: “Xiya…” The itching in his hole became more and more unbearable, making his whole body go limp, and he began to sink in the pleasure slowly.

Lei Jin panted heavily, watching Xiya lift one of his legs to put it on his shoulder.

The small hole provided an alluring temptation as it fluttered open and close. Xiya lowered his waist, and suddenly thrusted in again. The stimulation of being filled made Lei Jin raise his head and let out a shout. The two bodies overlapped and joined together, their union becoming smoother.

Lei Jin furrowed his brows, endured the sensations in his body, and gritted his teeth to warn: “Get out, Xiya, we shouldn’t be in this relationship.”

“Don’t you think it’s too late for you to say that?” Xiya thrusted again, reminding them of their connected state.

Lei Jin arched his back, but he was powerless to resist. He could only let Xiya press him under his body and manipulate him wantonly, the pleasure down below becoming more and more obvious.

The two soon trembled and let out a moan, both of them reaching their climax. The fiery liquid spread within Lei Jin’s walls. Xiya was buried in the softest part of Lei Jin’s body, overcome with an unprecedented satisfaction.

It was rare for Xiya to see Lei Jin in such a dazed state. He lowered his head and kissed the side of his sweaty face, and said hoarsely, “You are mine too at last.”

“Can you let me go?” Lei Jin asked calmly, taking a steady breath.

“How can it be possible only once?” Xiya was actually thinking, you and Moya have been together so many times, I will definitely get my share, but at this moment, he dared not mention Moya.

Xiya carried Lei Jin into the spring, and before he could react, he pressed him to the bank, lifted Lei Jin by the waist, and inserted himself from behind.

Lei Jin laid on the shore enduring the relentless attack, and cursed: “Why don’t you die, Xiya?”

“If I’m dead, how can I satisfy you?” Xiya said with a wicked smile.

With him laying against the shore, his buttocks naturally tilted up, which made it easier for Xiya to thrust. Xiya pistoned in and out, doing him thoroughly.

“Are you still feeling uncomfortable inside?” Xiya moved vigorously, stretched his hand around in the water, and took a hold of Lei Jin’s member. He leaned against Lei Jin’s ear and chuckled: “Your body is more honest, it is already so hard gone.”

Lei Jin was crushed by the frontal and rear attacks, and it was too late to stop. Xiya once again came inside.

The two hugged each other while still intimately connected and rested by the spring for a while.

Feeling the heat that was still in his body hardening again, Lei Jin said in horror: “What else do you want to do? Isn’t it over?”

“It’s not over, I really want to stay inside you forever.” Xiya said, squeezing Lei Jin’s buttocks erotically. It was perky and firm, the feeling against his hands so good.

He had always been the one to tease others, but he never thought that when he came to this world, he would be the one being teased by other men again and again. Lei Jin was so angry that he couldn’t speak for a while.

Xiya told the truth, the warm and moist feeling inside Lei Jin made him more and more unable to let go.

“I’ll just do it three times.” Xiya actually said to Lei Jin in a negotiating tone. He remembered that Lei Jin and Moya did it twice for the first time, so he would do it three times.

“Xiya, let go, or don’t blame me for falling out with you.”

“You really don’t want it?” Xiya rocked slightly in his body, bit Lei Jin’s earlobe from behind, and said seductively.

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The numbing pleasure that had not yet abated in his body woke up quickly. As if to verify Xiya’s words, the walls tightened around Xiya’s member again.

Xiya turned Lei Jin’s body around, pulled Lei Jin’s legs apart, and pushed in again while facing each other in the water. His hands lightly supported Lei Jin’s waist which was sore by now, and let gravity do its work. The feeling of almost drowning came, and he could only tighten his legs, clamping around Xiya’s waist, and let Xiya enter deep inside.

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Unscripted CH 003 Towards Wonderton Manor

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The golden clock tower at the edge of Wonderton Square began to chime, its deep, melodious tone cutting through the low murmur of conversation among the gathered contestants. A hush fell over the square as the contestants instinctively turned to watch the enormous clock’s hands align at the hour mark. The intricate carvings of cherubs and celestial designs adorning its golden surface caught the afternoon light, casting an ethereal glow over the plaza.

The contestants’ attention, however, quickly shifted to the center of the plaza, where the grand carousel that had seemed purely decorative began to hum softly. The wooden platform beneath the intricately designed mechanical horses rotated slowly, gears clicking into motion. A few contestants stepped back, startled by the sudden movement, but most stood transfixed as the carousel came to life.

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With fluid precision, the mechanical horses, previously stationary, stepped off the rotating platform one by one. Their finely crafted forms gleamed in shades of ivory, ebony, and gold. Each horse had a unique design: some sported ornate saddles, while others bore delicate engravings along their metallic hides. Their manes, made of shimmering metallic filaments, flowed as though caught in a breeze.

The NPC concierges stepped forward at this time their long coats trailing elegantly behind them. Each concierge pushed a barouche—a small, open carriage designed to seat four people comfortably. The barouches were painted in pastel tones, their velvet interiors richly colored in shades of red, blue, and green. With quick efficient motions, they attached the barouches to the carousel horses. 

As the mechanical steeds lined up, the concierges in their impeccable uniforms bowed low before stepping back. Without drivers, the mechanical horses stood poised, ready to lead the contestants to their final destination.

There was a moment of collective confusion. “Wait, no drivers?” someone muttered, prompting a ripple of whispers across the crowd.

One of the NPC concierges stepped forward as if waiting for this prompt, his voice clear and calm as he addressed the crowd. “Sirs, welcome once again to Wonderton. These carriages will take you to Wonderton Manor, your residence for the duration of your stay. Please find a seat in any available barouche. Each can accommodate four passengers.”

The murmuring grew louder as contestants began to move hesitantly toward the carriages. Some formed small groups with friends or acquaintances they had already made, while others hesitated, unsure whom to approach.

Mi Sha, standing near the edge of the group, let out a quiet chuckle. He leaned toward Phoenix, his earlier acquaintance, and murmured, “The creators of the show are eccentric, don’t you think? I get the feeling they like to keep us on our toes.”

Phoenix grinned back, adjusting the strap of his guitar case. “Well, I did hear a lot about Director Loveless’ unconventional ways. Maybe he likes to unsettle people and then watch them flounder.”

Mi Sha let out a short burst of laughter, glittering black eyes dancing with mirth. He protested, “What does it have to do with Loveless anyway? He isn’t actually directing the show, you know.”

Phoenix cast him a skeptical look, clearly not buying this public information. “But the production team undoubtedly report to him. Besides, this,” he gestured comprehensively at Wonderton, “has his brand of whimsical chaos.”

“Ah, such a reputation. I feel so wronged for the poor guy in his stead.” Mi Sha tsked and shook his head, still amused.

The two had been walking along the line of barouches while they talked and at this time, Mi Sha’s gaze landed on one pulled by an ivory-colored horse with a cotton candy pink mane. He gestured toward it with a carefree smile. “That one looks like it belongs in a candy store. What do you say, Phoenix? Shall we claim it?”

“Let’s do it,” Phoenix replied enthusiastically. The two made their way to the barouche, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.

The mechanical horse stamped its hooves once as they approached, its glossy ivory body gleaming. Up close, Mi Sha could see the intricate details carved into the horse’s metallic hide—delicate floral patterns that seemed almost too fine to be real.

As they waited, two more contestants approached the barouche. One was a familiar young man with a tall, thin frame and a pale, almost withdrawn fragility. His dark gray eyes looked up at Mi Sha to Phoenix before he gave a slight nod of acknowledgment and climbed in, sitting on the seat opposite them with his cello case propped by his feet. The other contestant, slightly shorter and more sharply dressed, followed. His rich, chestnut hair was neatly styled, and his sharp features gave him a refined, almost aristocratic look. He glanced at Mi Sha briefly before settling into the seat beside Augustus.

Rozier Damião, framed against the velvet upholstery of the barouche, lounged with all the careless grace of someone fully aware of their own worth. Known for a magnetic presence on the web through his personal social media accounts where he posted images of himself that were equal parts compelling and captivating, he sat as if he were the only one worth looking at, a veritable storm brewing in his silence. The afternoon sunlight caught the golden rims of his glasses, reflecting a brilliance that was only matched by the custom-made diamond encrusted holocom on his left wrist.

Once everyone was seated, the mechanical horse gave a soft whinny and began to move. The barouche glided smoothly over the cobblestones, joining the procession of carriages making their way toward Wonderton Manor.

They moved at a steady pace, the rhythmic clatter of the mechanical horse’s hooves creating a soothing backdrop to the otherwise quiet ride. The path led them through the heart of Wonderton, past whimsical shops and charming houses that seemed to belong to another era. Delicate flower boxes hung from windowsills, and intricate iron street lamps lined the cobbled streets.

Mi Sha sat leaned back, resting an arm casually along the back of the seat. His sharp, narrow jawline relaxed into a natural pout as he observed his companions. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint hum of the mechanical steeds and their artificial hooves striking stone, as well as the laughter and chatter from other barouches. 

“So,” Mi Sha began, his tone light and conversational, “it seems a lot of contestants can play instruments. There’s Phoenix and his guitar, and now you and your… cello?”

Augustus who sat ram-rod straight blinked, caught off guard by being so suddenly addressed. But he answered politely nevertheless. “Yes. That’s correct.”

Mi Sha hummed. “I’m not much of connoisseur but I’ve often found classical music as background noise to be soothing. Especially the deep, resonant notes of a cello. It’s too bad I don’t play any instruments myself.”

Phoenix looked over with a slightly teasing smile. “I actually thought as much. You seemed the type to play classical music on gramophone while brooding in the dark.”

Mi Sha’s lips twitched. “…And I actually didn’t peg you to have such a vivid imagination.”

Enjoying the bantering, but not one to be inconsiderate, Phoenix offered a friendly smile at the other two. “Hi. I’m Phoenix Black. This is Mi Sha by the way,” he said, gesturing to his quirky companion who seemed to have forgotten all about introductions. “Mind if we know your names too?”

Augustus smiled back briefly, a polite and distant curve of pale pink, almost bloodless lips for a moment before speaking, his voice deep and mellow like the cello he played. “Augustus Meng,” he said simply, gaze making direct eye contact more out of ingrained manners than any fondness of it.

“And I’m Rozier Damião,” the well-dressed young man added, his tone calm and measured. His gaze cool and observant behind his spectacles as he seemed to gauge them all to a scale he was only privy to.

“So,” Mi Sha picked up where he had left off, training an unnervingly inquisitive gaze on the ethereal beauty of the young man in front of him. “Are you a cellist by hobby or by trade?”

“By trade,” Augustus replied, his voice becoming slightly more animated which offset the previously detached and almost weightless quality of his presence earlier. “I’ve been playing since I was six. I’ve performed with a few orchestras and composed some original pieces.”

Rozier, who had been watching the exchange with a seemingly aloof expression, tilted his head slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his dark eyes. “You’re a composer?” he asked, his tone not fluctuating but clearly conveying his intrigue. 

It seemed that Mi Sha had inadvertently picked a topic that spoke to all four of them, however their interest and appreciation for classical music had come to be due to their varying backgrounds.

Augustus nodded. “Mostly classical, but I’ve experimented with blending genres.”

Phoenix leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Okay, now I have to ask—what made you join an idol survival show? You seem more like the kind of guy who’d be performing in concert halls than competing on a reality show.”

Augustus hesitated, mouth doing a funny twist that almost seemed sardonic but so fleeting it could have been missed completely. “I suppose the answer would be that I wanted to challenge myself, to see if a completely different environment might inspire something.”

Mi Sha wondered thoughtfully. “Inspiration for your music?”

Augustus gave a slow nod. “Something like that.”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, sensing something more to it than that but didn’t prod. He was no stranger to personal quagmires, from witnessing it in others and even experiencing them himself. 

The barouche continued its journey, the scenery shifting from the whimsical charm of Wonderton’s streets to more open countryside. Fields of wildflowers stretched out on either side of the road, their vibrant colors swaying gently in the breeze.

Phoenix, with his abundance of EQ, kept the atmosphere light with humorous anecdotes about his life as a street musician, drawing occasional laughter from the group. Likewise, Mi Sha settled in an easy banter with Phoenix, finding himself surprisingly delighted at the ease with which the other matched his flighty train of thoughts. 

Though still reserved, Augustus engaged more than he had at the start. That ephemeral gaze seeming to become more substantial as the conversation continued, full of the abrupt starts and stops of topics from Mi Sha and Phoenix smoothing and rounding any jagged ends. Even Rozier, who had initially exuded a lofty air about him, snorted once or twice in a totally unrefined manner. He observed Mi Sha with a contemplative expression, as if trying to figure out what made the other boy tick.

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Not long, the barouches halted one by one at the entrance of the manor, a grand fountain rising at the center of the drive, its crystalline spray catching the golden rays of sunlight like playful water sprites before diving back down into the azure depths at the bottom of the fountain. The rhythmic clinking ceased, and the contestants began filing out, each greeted by a rustle of anticipation from unseen NPC staff members and an audience of flickering drones capturing every breath, every glance—

All against a backdrop of the palatial estate rising in grand splendor before them, all marble columns and cascading terraces of flowers. Several exclamations of awe and admiration sounded as the 200 young men from various backgrounds finally gathered at the very place where either their dreams were to be made or shattered.

AN: apologies for the wait, FM basically took over my writing time. Starting several wips is not a great idea but I never seem to be able to help myself orz 😫

These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues

These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 055 Remember Who You Are With Now Part 1

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Before dawn, early risers from the Tiger Tribe went to the river to fetch water for breakfast, and Jing Yue, who was squatting outside the wall of his house and staring at nothing for half the night, didn’t know if he had slept or not. He just felt his head was a little dizzy, he rubbed his sore eyes and stood up. He leaned on the base of the wall, listening for any movement in his room, and decided to drive that Xiya away before his parents got up.

Jing Yue’s bed was next to a window, so he bent his fingers and tapped on the window twice. Xiya was already awake, and was pressing the blanket for Lei Jin, when he heard the noise. He pushed the window open from the inside.

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“It’s time for you to go, right?” Jing Yue stood outside the window with his arms crossed, with an impatient look on his face.

“I want to take Lei Jin with me.” Xiya looked at the person who was still sleeping on the bed.

“No.” Jing Yue refused.

“Why not? You should know that he is my female.” Now he can also see that Jing Yue could also let go, otherwise he wouldn’t have left last night.

“My parents love him very much. If he leaves like this suddenly, my papa will be worried.” Although he had made a decision in his heart, after all, it was someone he liked, so just admitting defeat like this was something he wasn’t willing to do. After much deliberation, this was the only reason that makes sense, and what he said was not completely false. If Lei Jin left so suddenly, his parents would definitely ask questions, especially his papa.

“Okay then. I’ll go back first. After dawn, I’ll come over and personally thank your parents before taking Lei Jin away.” Xiya was not unreasonable, and understood that it should be so, after all, they saved Lei Jin and took good care of him for so long. No matter what, he should thank them face to face. But it was just that he had finally found him, so naturally he didn’t want to leave even one step.

“Then go away. My papa is going to get up and cook soon.” Go, go, he really didn’t want to see this person. The first female he ever liked, yet didn’t even get to touch a single hair, was now stolen away just like this. It was impossible to be in a good mood after all that.

“He’s asleep now, you can’t take advantage of him.” Although Jing Yue gave up, he didn’t really believe in Jing Yue’s self-control, after all, his feelings for Lei Jin were clear for all to see.

Hearing this, Jing Yue gave him a hard roll of the eyes, and said angrily: “My papa will be up right away. Seeing Lei Jin sleeping on my bed, I barely even have time to dodge, how dare I think of anything further?”

“It better be like this.” Xiya looked back at Lei Jin worriedly, but he knew that the sky would be bright soon and he had to leave.

“You sleep for a while, when it’s light out, I’ll take you away.” Xiya bent down and touched Lei Jin’s face.

“Why are you like a papa, such a nag.” After confirming that Xiya had left, he turned in through the window, leaned on the bed with his head propped on a hand and looked at the other for a while. He sighed, “You should have been mine.”

After finishing speaking, Jing Yue, who was still reluctant to give up, touched the other’s face carefully, and muttered to himself: “At any rate, I have touched a female now.” He turned out of the window again in joy.

Jing Yue didn’t sleep much on the chair in the yard when Hao Chen got up. He saw him sleeping in the yard, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, “Jing Yue, why did you fall asleep in the yard?”

Before Jing Yue could answer, Jing Ping ran out of the room in a panic, almost crying out of anxiety, and said, “Ah, it’s not good, Lei Jin is gone!”

“How could he be gone? Didn’t you watch him go to bed after dinner last night? He is still injured, where can he go?” Hao Chen became anxious when he heard that.

“Papa…” Jing Yue looked at the two people who were running around anxiously, and tried to interrupt.

“Speak to me later.” Hao Chen interrupted him with an annoyed wave, and then asked Jing Ping, “When did he disappear?”

“I don’t know. Last night, we were even talking before going to bed. He disappeared when I woke up this morning. The blankets are cold. Maybe he disappeared at night.”

“At night? There are werebeasts patrolling outside, so it’s impossible for someone to sneak in. Could it be that Lei Jin left by himself?”

“Papa…” Jing Yue called again.

“I said later, let me think about it, where might Lei Jin go.” Hao Chen gave his son a glare. Why was Jing Yue not in a panic, was it not him clamoring to have Lei Jin as his female every day?

“Papa…” Jing Yue didn’t try to explain this time, he directly held Hao Chen’s shoulder and turned him around. Lei Jin had already woken up, and was standing at the door of Jing Yue’s room, facing the morning light, with a faint smile on his face.

Speaking of which, they had only known each other for barely more than half a month, but this family was really good to him. It turns out that when he disappeared there would be people so anxious? Regardless of anything else, just pure familial concern.

Roger was also very kind to him, but facing Roger, he felt a peer-like natural sense of closeness due to their shared origins. But facing Jing Yue’s papa, he felt a kind of respect for his elders.

“Lei Jin, I was scared to death. I thought you were missing.” Jing Ping happily ran over, stretched out his hand, and supported Lei Jin. This has almost become a subconscious action of Jing Ping these days.

Seeing that Lei Jin was fine, Hao Chen finally put his heart back into its place, but then he thought of something and waved his hand to gesture Jing Yue to come closer.

Jing Yue was puzzled, but leaned over instinctively. As soon as he was close enough, Hao Chen raised his hand to grab his ear and pull him into a corner.

“Let go, papa, it hurts.” Jing Yue tilted his head, grimacing in pain, but didn’t dare to break free from his papa’s hand.

“What’s going on? Why did Lei Jin sleep in your room? Did you do something last night?” Hao Chen asked in a low voice.

“No, papa. I slept in the yard last night, and Lei Jin slept in the room by himself.” Jing Yue quickly explained.

“You aren’t lying to me?” Hao Chen looked at him suspiciously. It wasn’t that he doubted his son, but after all, few werebeasts could keep calm when they saw a female they liked.

“I would like to, but how can I have the chance?” Jing Yue muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?” Hao Chen didn’t hear clearly.

“I said, look at my clothes. It’s so wet from the dew. I must have stayed in the yard all night. Lei Jin came out by himself last night, feeling uncomfortable…”

Hao Chen glanced at him.

“It’s true. It isn’t my fault.” Jing Yue added, trying to cover up. Seeing that his papa didn’t speak, he continued: “After a while, I wanted to send him back to his room, but Jing Ping was fast asleep, and we were afraid of waking him up. So I let Lei Jin sleep in my room instead, and I stayed in the yard all night.”

Hao Chen saw guilt clearly written on his son’s face, and he knew that things were not that simple, but he felt that Jing Yue’s clothes were indeed very damp from dew. Looking back at Lei Jin who was talking to Jing Ping, he guessed that his idiot son couldn’t easily take advantage of others, so he let go of him and said, “Why don’t you go back to your room and change your clothes?”

Jing Yue left in a hurry, afraid that if he waited a little longer, he would be asked the truth by his papa.

“Jing Ping, you and Lei Jin go out for a walk, the air in the mountains is fresh in the morning, I’ll cook.” Hao Chen followed and said to Lei Jin and Jing Ping.

“Okay, papa, I saw that the silver gold fruits on the mountain were almost ripe two days ago, so I will pick some back on the way.”

Lei Jin also nodded with a smile.

“Go, come back early for dinner.” Hao Chen looked at them with a smile, but inadvertently glimpsed the mark under Lei Jin’s ear, which seemed to be…

It shouldn’t be possible, right? He must have seen wrong, right?

“Lei Jin, what do you think of my brother?” Jing Ping honestly liked Lei Jin, and although Lei Jin doesn’t talk much, and was even a little too quiet, he really hoped that Lei Jin could really stay. Besides, his parents also liked him.

“Not bad.” Lei Jin answered matter of factly. Although the other had some different thoughts towards him, he knew how to restrain himself, at least he didn’t give him headaches like three certain brothers.

If he knew that something happened to him, who knew what that little guy might be doing to torment himself and others back at home. Now that Xiya had found him, it seemed that he would not give up so easily. As for Moya, forget it, don’t think about it, there was not one who was simple.

“…is that okay?” Lei Jin only heard the last few words when he came back to his senses.

“What?” Lei Jin asked.

“Why not stay in our tribe and hold a ceremony with my brother, my brother will love you very much, and my brother is very likely to be the next patriarch.” Jing Ping lowered his head to pick silver gold fruits in the bushes. In order to keep living with Lei Jin, all the persuasions he could think of came out. The patriarch of a tribe must be the strongest werebeast, and all females should like a mate like that.

“That probably isn’t likely, Lei Jin is already my mate.” A deep magnetic voice came from behind the two of them, and someone embraced Lei Jin’s shoulder from behind, leaning his head forward.

When Jing Ping turned around and raised his head, he looked into a pair of smiling lavender eyes, and his ears turned red suspiciously.

The person who came was naturally Xiya.

It turned out that when Xiya went back this morning, he happened to meet Hao Yang who had already woken up. Hao Yang was not surprised, and even asked Xiya if he went to find his female last night.

Xiya explained the happenings generally. After all, he was living in the other’s house now, so he should give some explanation.

Unexpectedly, after the two had a meal, Hao Yang offered to take Xiya to his brother’s place. Naturally, Xiya couldn’t wish for anything more. After all, if someone from the Tiger Clan introduced him, he wouldn’t be regarded as an intruder.

They went early, and Hao Chen was still cooking. Hao Yang told him the truth, and Hao Chen looked at Xiya, and then at his son who had a guilty face. He understood a little bit in his heart, and told them Lei Jin was on the mountain. Only then did Xiya find him.

Xiya’s hot breath was blown against Lei Jin’s ears, and suddenly Lei Jin recalled what happened last night. He lifted his leg and kicked Xiya, saying, “Stay away.”

“How cruel, you don’t recognize me out of bed.” Xiya complained not very seriously.

“What did you say?” Lei Jin leaned back against the tree to stabilize his body, and said lightly, but his gaze was heavy.

“I mean, are you feeling better today?” Xiya immediately sided over with a smile on his face.

Lei Jin glanced at him, and it was true that Xiya helped, so he nodded, but the thank you was choked in his throat and he couldn’t say it.

“That’s good.” Xiya’s expression was obviously relieved. He had never seen the effect of jade mugwort with his own eyes, maybe Lei Jin could really endure it.

“Lei Jin, who is this?” Jing Ping came over with half a basket of silver gold fruits on his shoulders, and asked with a bit of awkwardness.

“Friend.”

“Mate.”

The two spoke at the same time, but they gave two completely different answers.

Xiya whispered something into Lei Jin’s ear.

Jing Ping glanced at the two of them strangely, seeing Lei Jin’s complexion was not pleased, so he didn’t ask any further. Jing Ping saw that it was almost time for breakfast, so he proposed to go down the mountain.

On the way, Xiya said that it was inconvenient for Jing Ping to carry the basket and help Lei Jin, so he took the initiative to take over the task of supporting Lei Jin.

Lei Jin didn’t say a word along the way, but the person who introduced himself as Xiya had a good personality, kept saying thank you for helping Lei Jin these days and so on, which made Jing Ping feel a little embarrassed.

After going back to have breakfast, Hao Yang explained that he invited some people to go hunting in the jungle tomorrow, and planned to let Xiya and Lei Jin go over to help look after his house, and also have a place to live by the way.

Hao Chen was a little worried about Lei Jin’s body, afraid that the werebeast wouldn’t know how to take care of him, but seeing that Lei Jin didn’t object, he thought that they were mates after all, and he couldn’t be too nosy. So he just packed two pairs of Jing Ping’s clothes for Lei Jin, and chose a few pieces of good tender meat and a large bag of silver gold fruits.

Seeing that Lei Jin’s body was still recovering, Xiya would definitely not be able to travel long distances back to the Leopard Tribe, so he thought about recuperating in the Tiger Tribe for the time being. He estimated that a month would be up soon, and Moya, after being unable to find Lei Jin, should be waiting at the place agreed by the two. So he asked Hao Yang to send a message to the Leopard werebeast who was waiting at the mouth of the river, letting him know that he and Lei Jin were now in the Tiger Tribe. Hao Yang readily agreed.

So everyone went their own way.

Xiya and Lei Jin had been living in Hao Yang’s house for a few days.

The effect of the jade mugwort in Lei Jin’s system became more and more obvious. At first, Xiya helped Lei Jin take a bath and deal with it with his mouth, but soon they saw that these days, such methods were no longer feasible.

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Lei Jin couldn’t sleep all night, and after a few days, his complexion became obviously worse.

Xiya sometimes wished that Moya would come over as soon as possible. Lei Jin liked Moya, so he would definitely not object to their union. This way Lei Jin didn’t have to suffer from it every night. But sometimes he thought it would be better for Moya to come later, so that he and Lei Jin would have more chances to spend time alone, maybe Lei Jin would also come to like him. Xiya was very conflicted.

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Feline Mystique CH 026 First Battle

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In this chaotic and twisted world, Corrupted and Evil Ones were everywhere. Many fanatical people, influenced by Corruption, worshipped them and sacrificed their lives and everything they had.

For nearly a thousand years, countless organizations of this nature had appeared worldwide. They deceived ignorant followers, harming innocent people.

Regal Ones and their humans around the world fought against the Evil Ones, but in this world of rampant mysticism, cults remained active in the darkness.

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But Felix never expected to come across one of them so soon.

Having been discovered, Felix stepped forward and out of their hiding spot, his voice steady despite the storm raging within him. “Let them go. Whatever you’re doing here—it ends now.”

Internally, Felix was surprised at himself for sounding so stern and brave. Who knows, he might just be able to pull off this heroic front, unexpected and unwanted though it might be.

Dr. Hart chuckled, a low, chilling sound. “Do you even understand what you’re looking at? This is progress. A gift from the Goddess of Life herself. These poor souls were broken, incomplete. I’m making them whole again.”

“By turning them into monsters?” Sorath growled, drawing his dagger.

Dr. Hart tilted his head, his pleasant smile never faltering. “Monsters? No, no. You’re thinking too small. This is evolution, perfection. The Goddess’s vision brought to life.”

Dr. Hart stepped closer, his movements unnervingly smooth. His gaze flicked to Felix, lingering for a moment before his expression suddenly shifted into something uglier.

“And you, Regal One. So pristine, so untainted. You could never understand how weak and flawed humans are.”

Felix’s fists clenched at his sides, his voice sharp. “I understand enough to know that you’re an insane fucker. I mean seriously, worshipping a thing like that?”

“A deluded cultist, that’s what he is.” Albrecht remarked, a slight sneer curling his thin lips.

Hearing these words, Dr. Hart became very displeased. “What cult? I worship a god! A god! The greatest god!” His eyes suddenly shone with incomparable brilliance, like an octopus baring its suction cups lined with fangs and claws. “She is everywhere, at all times. She is the origin of all life, the greatest god! To offer everything to Her is your blessing!”

Dr. Hart laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the cavern. “And I? I am a Blessed One.”

To demonstrate, he held up his arm and dragged a scalpel across his forearm, splitting the skin open. Before their eyes, the wound closed almost instantly, leaving no trace of the injury.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Dr. Hart said, his tone now almost conversational. “The Goddess’s blessings are boundless. Pain, death—mere inconveniences to one such as I.”

Felix’s eyes narrowed as Dr. Hart turned back to the table, picking up another instrument. He gestured toward one of the cages, where the only intact young woman, clearly the kidnapped Clara, cowered in the corner.

“Perhaps I should show you more,” Dr. Hart mused, smiling affably at them.

“No,” Felix snapped, his voice echoing through the room. “No more crazy shit.”

Dr. Hart met his gaze, his expression darkening. “I do not listen to you, Regal One.”

The air grew heavy as Dr. Hart stepped away from the table, his movements fluid and unhurried. His confidence was unnerving, and Felix’s instincts screamed that this would not be an easy fight.

“Be careful,” Felix said, his voice low but firm. “We don’t know what he’s capable of.”

Sorath moved to Felix’s side, his dagger gleaming in the dim light. “Whatever he is, we’ll take him down.”

Thel’s eyes scanned the room, calculating. “Focus on him. The captives—especially the pregnant woman—must be prioritized. We can’t allow the thing inside to come out alive.”

The words sounded ruthless, but knowing the purpose and fate of the fetus monster, it was necessary perhaps even merciful.

Dr. Hart spread his arms wide, several spider legs tearing through the flesh of his back before the skin knitted back into themselves. A smile full of teeth and malice stretched impossibly wide on his face and he stared at Felix with unnerving focus. “I have never had a Regal One as a test subject before, but I find myself eagerly looking forward to the prospect.”

The battle for the captives—and their own survival—was about to commence.

The dim, claustrophobic space of the underground facility was now charged with an ominous energy. The air felt heavier, oppressive, as though the very walls themselves were bearing down on them. Dr. Hart stood at the center of it all, his grin sharp and predatory, his glowing eyes locked onto Felix. 

Felix stood poised, his body tense, his senses honed by hours of training. With a soft exhale, he shifted into his hybrid form. Muscles rolled underneath deceptively velvety skin, his ears sharpening and his claws glowing faintly with an ethereal light. His tail lashed behind him, signaling both readiness and apprehension.

The next second, two extended spider legs struck with horrifying speed, aiming straight for Felix’s neck and chest. The rest sliced through the air with Felix’s humans as targets.

“Stick to the plan!” Felix called, his voice carrying a commanding edge that was surprisingly authoritative for the boy always out of his depth since arriving in this world.

Sorath met the hairy black arachnid leg aimed at him head-on, his dagger flashing in the dim light. It stabbed at him, but he dodged and parried with precision. He slammed his shoulder into a second one, gritting his teeth at the heavy impact not assimilar to being rammed against an uprooted tree trunk, but still managed to push it back and away from Albrecht and the captives.

“Got this one!” Sorath crowed, his confidence palpable.

Thel moved swiftly, never staying in one spot but always positioning himself with a tactical view of the room. His eyes scanned the chaos, calculating every movement. “Focus on deflecting them. Don’t let them cut you off! Felix, try to get to the woman!”

Virgil darted toward the cages, his nimble fingers working quickly to pick the locks. “Just keep the freaky appendages away from me, yeah?” he shouted, ducking just in time to avoid a blunt impact to his head from a spider leg striking nearby.

Albrecht, unexpectedly steady and methodical, knelt beside an unconscious young man with his arms replaced with shark fins, quickly checking his pulse. “They’re alive,” he announced, relief in his voice. “I’ll stabilize the victims. Cover me!”

Dr. Hart stood in front of the surgical table with an outward calm, one eye locked onto Felix while the other remained trained on his masterpiece. “Without the Goddess I would have been just as worthless as those worms you are trying to save.” He taunted, his voice low and reverent. “Oh, but to have the Goddess’s gaze on you. You will never know anything more powerful or intoxicating.”

Felix grinded his teeth, his claws slicing through one of the spider legs only for it to regrow in quick succession from the severed stump, preventing him from reaching the center of the room. Dr. Hart hissed, clearly feeling the pain, but smirked as it regenerated itself.

“That’s not power,” Felix shot back. “It’s decay.”

Dr. Hart sneered, raising a hand. In it was a familiar small, opened vial filled with murky liquid. Tendrils of dark energy began to coalesce around it, pulsating with malevolent intent. “So proud. You Regal Ones seem to forget. You are not the only ones with power in this world.”

He downed the liquid in one gulp and at the same time, those several foot long spider legs seemed to only increase in length and circumference. They struck out, drilling into the ground around Felix. He dodged, his movements quick and fluid as he danced through a veritable forest of legs, but the oppressive energy made it harder to breathe, harder to focus.

Sorath, spotting Felix’s struggle, picked up one of the empty cages and threw it at the doctor, distracting him. “You okay, Felix?” he called out, not waiting for a response before fending off another attack from his left.

“I’m fine!” Felix replied, though his heart was pounding. He glanced at his humans, watching our of the corner of his eye as they moved with surprising efficiency.

Thel snapped out, “Virgil, the left cage is clear. Move on to the next! Sorath, keep assisting Felix!”

“On it!” Virgil called, freeing another captive before rolling away from a flailing spider leg.

Albrecht injected the contents of a small vial into a man suffering the most signs of Corruption. He glanced up, his eyes meeting Felix’s. “We’ll get them out. Focus on the target!”

Felix nodded sharply, the trust in Albrecht’s voice steadying him.

As the battle raged on, Dr. Hart’s attacks grew more frantic the closer the clock ticked towards the birthing. There was no longer any plan to the strikes dealt by his arachnid appendages, and he seemed uncaring that his laboratory was being destroyed around him. His only concern was the successful birth of his masterpiece no matter the relentless assault by Felix and his humans.

“You’re ruining everything!” Dr. Hart snarled, his expression thunderous. The spider legs around him thickened, the dark energy coating them growing more volatile.

The air grew colder, heavier, as though the cavern itself was reacting to his displeasure. Felix felt it then—a deep, unnatural pressure settling over him. His breath hitched, his fur standing on end.

It was born, the Corrupted in the pregnant woman’s womb was born! 

As the woman screamed in pain, the nearly S-Rank Corrupted was officially born. The powerful aura of Corruption around it made Felix a little breathless. 

After Dr. Hart saw the creation of his most satisfying work, he was so overjoyed that his arachnid appendages flailed wildly and he quickly prepared for the sacrifice. 

Dr. Hart knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, facing the sky through the openings in the cavern above that were punched through by the force of his spider legs during the battle, and recited an invocation with piety and gratitude before anyone could stop him. 

In this world, S-Rank Corrupted and above had a corresponding invocation. As long as their invocation was recited, their attention could be attracted. 

The invocation was like a string of incantations. By reciting these incantations, one could summon Evil Ones. 

The situation here was already chaotic enough. If another actual S-Rank Corrupted was summoned here, they would have no chance of survival! 

At some point, Thel had managed to slip through the wall of spider legs around Dr. Hart. He lunged at Dr. Hart with all his strength, one of the doctor’s own surgical blades in his hand. 

After a human bonded with their Regal One, the physical power of the human would become ten times stronger than that of ordinary unbonded humans. The weakest bonded human could also beat three strong men. 

Unfortunately, he was not dealing with an ordinary human, but with Dr. Hart, who was a B-Rank Corrupted, and he couldn’t get any hits in at all.

Felix moved a beat later than Thel, heart in his throat, half of him flabbergasted at Thel’s actions. He, too, didn’t make it to Dr. Hart in time to stop him from reciting the invocation though he did manage to meet Thel. The two could only stand back to back as they watched Dr. Hart warily. 

“O’ Lady of Life and Renewal,
Beacon of hope in a decaying world,
Great Goddess of Life,

Your devoted follower calls upon you.
I humbly beseech you to come to my side,
To hear and answer my prayer.”

The invocation had the contamination properties of the Corrupted, but at the same time, other people would also be affected by the powerful mystical energy, thereby infecting them with Corruption. 

Almost as soon as Dr. Hart finished reciting the invocation, Felix and others in the half-destroyed laboratory felt as the surrounding air became thinner and the temperature, which was originally quite chilly to begin with, began to drop below freezing temperatures. 

And unbeknownst to them in the distant sky, a cloudy white eye the size of a grapefruit appeared out of thin air. It opened lazily and looked towards the underground laboratory. 

This intangible gaze caused a splitting headache to form in the humans around Felix. They didn’t even dare to raise their heads, because an S-Rank Corrupted was no longer something they could just look at casually. 

Who would’ve thought that the invocation recited by Dr. Hart would really summon an S-Rank Corrupted!

“She’s watching,” Dr. Hart whispered, his voice trembling with mindless awe and reverence. “The Goddess of Life sees us now.”

Under this malevolent pressure, even Felix’s body seemed to slow down a notch. Although he was less affected by the Corruption, being an A-Rank Regal One himself, beside him, his pets and the humans who were captured were in very bad condition, and grotesque signs of Corruption began to grow all over their bodies. The captives began to cry and despair. In the end, they would still die at the hands of the Corrupted. But they really want to live… 

Save them, save them! Who could come to save them?

Amidst the crying around him, Dr. Hart looked particularly ecstatic. He couldn’t control his excitement and exclaimed to the sky, “Goddess! Goddess!” 

He waxed his praise and love for his goddess and master. Then, he pointed at the newly born Corrupted and presented his masterpiece to the Goddess of Life. 

“O’ Great Goddess of Life, this is a sacrifice given to you by your devout follower, please accept it.” 

The Goddess of Life seemed to be very satisfied with this sacrifice, and the surrounding Corruption seemed to rise a bit more. The gentle sound of rocking water could be heard, as if enveloping Dr. Hart in embryonic fluid. 

Dr. Hart’s face was a little flushed, and it seemed that even if he were to die for the Goddess of Life right that instant, he would be more than willing. 

Felix was nearly out of his mind with panic. What should he do? What should he do? How on earth could this be stopped? He was just an A-Rank trainee, how could he save everyone here? 

For the first time, Felix regretted taking his humans along with him. He had only endangered them! Some owner and master he was.

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Felix felt extremely helpless and angry in his heart, and hated himself for being weak. If only he were smarter. Maybe he would have acted differently. If only he were stronger. If he were stronger, he might be able to save the others. 

Felix felt as if his head was going to explode. He tried his best to adapt to this world, but in the end he found that his best didn’t mean anything. 

Just what the hell kind of world was this?!

AN: So sorry for the delay! 😖 irl and my other wips got in the way. Add to that my stockpile is at 0 😱 I will likely not be updating as frequently as before. Need at least a week or so to rebuild it before I can go back to the old schedule🤦‍♀️ so please bear with me 🙏 thank you💛

Feline Mystique, In-Progress

Feline Mystique CH 025 Confronting Evil

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Dr. Hart suddenly fell silent, staring at her cheek and arm with an unusually gentle gaze.

Clara became even more flustered, her face turning red.

Dr. Hart lifted his head, his warm brown eyes seeming to glow with lit embers within. He smiled, which made him appear even more approachable and handsome. He asked, “You said you liked me and were willing to do anything for me. Is that true?”

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Clara thought it was just a sweet moment between lovers and, with a happy heart, replied, “Of course, I’m willing.”

Dr. Hart’s lips curled into a sweeter smile, and he couldn’t resist taking her hand in his own. “That’s really wonderful…”

He moved even closer, and with his other hand, gently stroked the young woman’s skin, as if caressing a rare treasure.

The cold touch made Clara shiver, and she almost wanted to push him away.

But by the time she realized, she found that Dr. Hart had already trapped her completely in his arms.

He whispered the most strange words in her ear with the sweetest voice.

“If that’s the case, then offering everything to the Goddess should be acceptable, right?”

Clara’s expression froze on her face. “Goddess?”

Dr. Hart’s expression suddenly became crazed at that moment.

“She will like you, She will like everything about you…”

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The forest air grew colder as Felix and his humans crept through the dense trees. The moonlight barely pierced the thick canopy above, casting faint shadows on the ground. Felix’s ears twitched, catching the faint sound of Dr. Hart’s hurried steps ahead. Every instinct in his body screamed that they were heading toward something vile.

The metallic scent that had first alerted him was now overwhelming, mingled with the sickly-sweet aroma of decay. Felix’s stomach churned, but he pressed on, his breath almost held anxiously in his chest.

Sorath, eyes sharp and glinting like silver coins, motioned for the group to stop. He pointed ahead, where Dr. Hart was disappearing behind what looked like a thick curtain of vines. Felix strained his eyes and saw it—a jagged opening in the earth, hidden by the dense underbrush.

“A cave?” Virgil whispered, his voice barely audible.

Thel inclined his head, carnelian eyes flashing with interest. “Or worse.”

The group waited until Dr. Hart disappeared into the darkness before cautiously following. The narrow path twisted downward, the air growing damper and more suffocating with every step. Felix led the way, his supernatural vision and enhanced senses guiding them through the labyrinthine tunnel.

As they descended, faint echoes reached their ears—muted groans, the clinking of metal, and a low, almost rhythmic humming that sent shivers down Felix’s spine.

“Does anyone else feel like we’re walking into a nightmare?” Albrecht murmured, adjusting his gold watch habitually in a nervous tick.

“Just don’t scream and alert our perp,” Sorath quipped, though his hand rested tensely on the hilt of his dagger. Even though they had yet to confirm anything, it was clear he was already of the mind that the amiable village doctor was the sinister source of the disappearances.

Call it an almost bloodhound instinct.

Indeed, when the tunnel finally widened, opening into a cavernous underground private laboratory, the sight that greeted them was worse than any nightmare.

The room was dimly lit by flickering, makeshift bulbs hanging from frayed wires. The walls were lined with cages, each one holding a human in various states of distress. Some were unconscious, their faces pale and bodies unnaturally still. Others muttered incoherently, their eyes wide with terror.

But this wasn’t what was most shocking and disturbing of all.

Felix’s gaze traveled to the center of the room, where a pregnant woman, emaciated but for the unnaturally large bulge of her belly, was strapped to a surgical table placed in pride of place like some grotesque altar. Even from here, Felix could see the poor woman twitching and convulsing, the skin of her belly distorting along with her as if the thing inside was also writhing in agony.

A sharp, acrid stench filled the air, a blend of chemicals, blood, and something unidentifiably foul. Felix felt an uncontrollable urge to gag and he pressed a hand to his mouth to keep from retching.

It was very clear now. Dr. Hart was a B-Rank Corrupted, higher than most of the average statistics shown on Mzia’s official web page.

There were more people locked up here than they had thought and Felix was almost shocked that none of these disappearances had hit official news other than the occasional superstitious speculations. 

Except for Clara, who had only just been brought here yesterday, everyone else had been modified. Parts of their bodies were missing, replaced by other Corrupted limbs or organs.

The room was filled with wailing and despair.

Dr. Hart closed his eyes in obvious enjoyment, finding these sounds nothing short of heavenly music.

He looked at these people with tender affection, as though he were gazing at treasured possessions he had kept for many years.

For Dr. Hart, this was his masterpiece, the most perfect offering to his Goddess!

Since childhood, Dr. Hart had been deeply interested in human body modification.

He was extremely curious about what would happen when human and Corrupted genes merged, how powerful and monstrous they could become. Perhaps even overtaking the apex species of their society, the Regal Ones themselves.

This ambition tormented him continuously, and it was the driving force that led him to become a doctor.

After becoming a doctor, Dr. Hart began his experiments, but all of them were carried out on guinea pigs, rabbits, and other small animals of the like.

As time passed, Dr. Hart grew unsatisfied with merely combining limbs from two different animal species. He wanted to experiment on humans for real.

However, with the current level of biological advancement, he was far from able to fulfill his obsession.

He could only continue his experiments on animals, using them to soothe his increasingly obsessive desires.

Unfortunately, these experiments were soon discovered by his wife.

Although his wife didn’t say anything at the time, Dr. Hart still saw her scared expression and caught her secretly planning to call the Combat Division.  Why? How could she? He just wanted to realize his dream. Why didn’t even his wife, who he had known as childhood sweethearts support him?

She was simply a fool! A useless, empty-headed woman! 

For his lifelong dream, Dr. Hart had no choice but to kill his wife. This was his first time killing someone, but he was not panicked or sad because at the moment he killed his wife, he met Her, the most powerful and magnanimous Master in the world—the Goddess of Life.

The Goddess of Life possessed half the Life Godhead and could bestow followers with a Corrupted power related to life. After being blessed by the Goddess of Life, Dr. Hart became a B-Rank Corrupted with the ability to ignore the genetic conflict between two species and combine the genes of one organism with the genes of another organism.

With this new ability, he was able to realize his dream for many years and carry out experiments that only fanned his obsession. All the people who have disappeared over the years have been equipped with Corrupted limbs and organs by him, but the effects of the experiments always fell short of his expectations. Those humans equipped with Corrupted genes were not strong, and the strongest ones were only D-Rank.

In order to create stronger Corrupted creations, and to express his devotion to the Goddess of Life, Dr. Hart began to work on the prenatal body. He thought, since the effect of the experimental product fused later was not successful, would it be much better to directly fuse the Corrupted genes into the fetus growing inside a pregnant woman? As soon as this idea appeared, Dr. Hart was so enamored that he immediately carried the plan out.

He began to lure and catch pregnant women, preferring to target single mothers among the overlooked population of their society—“leftover humans” or “strays” who were never chosen by a Regal One master and thus lacked protection—and Corrupted genes were transferred to the fetus in those pregnant women. After the operation, those pregnant women began to slowly feel the gradual metamorphosis of their child, frightening and strange as it grew in their womb little by little, and finally bursting out of their bellies. 

In the underground lab, in addition to kidnapped victims, there was also a twisted piece of flesh.

It had no limbs and needed to use the eyelashes on the many eyes growing from its body to move forward, like a caterpillar. This thing was a test product given birth by a pregnant subject when the experiments were first conducted. It was a failure of course and only deserved to be fed to the true masterpiece as a nutrient supplement.

Dr. Hart could still recall the painful screams of the pregnant woman when she gave birth to it. 

That melody was more beautiful than any angelic choir could produce. 

Dr. Hart then looked at the most recent pregnant subject on his surgical table. The thing in her belly was his most satisfying test product in a long time.

He was very excited, because this masterpiece was also a sacrifice to be offered to the Goddess of Life. The current rank of the Goddess of Life was S-Rank, and She was still one step away from becoming an SS-Rank Evil One. As long as he offered this sacrifice to Her, and She swallowed it, She would become a supreme Evil One, worshiped by everyone, and gain many more followers!

And he would become the Evil One’s most favorite follower of all. 

At this time, Dr. Hart suddenly thought of the young Regal One and his four pets who were staying at his parents’ inn. From the first moment he saw those carelessly laughing humans, Dr. Hart knew that they would’ve been very suitable subjects for his experiments. The results of integrating Corrupted genes into their bodies would definitely be outstanding. But it’s a pity—they were bonded to a Regal One. It would be unlikely to successfully capture one at his power level nevermind that it would have been impossible to avoid detection even if he had succeeded. 

For the lucky souls that they were, they had been chosen by a Regal One practically straight out of school and were clearly cherished by their master. A far cry from the many unwanted strays out there.

Dr. Hart’s expression twisted fiercely with jealousy and wrath, but quickly returned to normal. At the moment, his masterpiece was more important.

*

The situation was worse than they imagined, Dr. Hart was conducting unnatural experiments! Moreover, he was a crazy follower of a high-ranking Corrupted! 

The rank of a Corrupted that could gather followers was generally not too low, at least an S-Rank Evil One. Once Dr. Hart summoned that powerful Corrupted and helped it ascend to Ss-Rank Evil One status, everyone here would die. No, not just them, not even the entire Misty Springs Village would escape. 

“Dear gods…” Albrecht breathed, his face pale.

Virgil’s normally sparkling eyes were darkened. “What the hell is this place?”

“An abomination,” Thel said, his voice neutral but an underlying disgust could be detected. “A temple to madness.”

At the far end of the room stood Dr. Hart, his back turned to them as he hummed to himself. He was bent over the surgical table with the pregnant woman on it, his hands deftly manipulating the attached machines around her. The subject beneath him—the emaciated woman clearly having her nutrients greedily absorbed from her by the thing in her womb—let out a weak moan, her body jerking as Dr. Hart worked.

Seeing the pregnant woman in pain, Dr. Hart only found it particularly interesting and exciting. This test product was his most perfect masterpiece. Although it was not S-Rank, it was still the pinnacle of A-Rank. He just had to wait for another hour and it would rip its way out of the womb.

Dr. Hart’s face lit up with twisted reverence as his hand gently caressed that grotesquely swollen belly.

His eyes were filled with fervor for his deity. “O’ Great Goddess, you will surely like this. They will become your most devout nourishment!”

“You are the greatest, the most selfless, praise be to you!”

With horror, Felix realized that the pregnant woman was still conscious as tears of despair flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Felix swallowed hard, his claws unsheathing instinctively. At the same time, Albrecht attempted to send off a call to the Combat Division.

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But the next second Dr. Hart whipped around, a sharp spider-like protrusion extended from his back and pierced through Albrecht’s phone, nearly stabbing his hand as well if he hadn’t dropped it fast enough. Any signs of the amiable village doctor were gone, replaced by the crazed zealot Corrupted beyond recognition. His eyes glowed faintly with an unnatural light.

Dr. Hart’s face was full of anger. “Did you think I really didn’t notice you all? No one can ruin my sacrifice!”

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 054 Xiya’s Help

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“Go to my room,” Jing Yue said, not expecting that Lei Jin had never taken the jade mugwort. Now, the situation had escalated. The jade mugwort has a strong aphrodisiac effect on females taking it for the first time. Most females cannot resist its effect, and without a werebeast’s union, the effect becomes stronger and lasts for a month. This is meant to increase the chances of conception. If used again, it depends on the individual’s constitution, usually reducing the effect to a mild emotional response. The lantp itself is beneficial and harmless to the female body. Jing Yue had not considered this when using it, thinking that Lei Jin’s recent strange behavior was simply temporary discomfort.

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“Can you still walk?” Xiya asked as he helped Lei Jin, feeling his body getting heavier, likely due to his lack of strength.

“I’m fine,” Lei Jin shook his head, trying to regain some clarity. Why did it feel hotter than usual today?

“Jing Yue, why aren’t you sleeping in the middle of the night?” Jing Yue’s father, Kun Ge, called out sleepily from inside the house.

“It’s fine, father. I’m just talking with Lei Jin,” Jing Yue said, signaling Xiya to help Lei Jin inside.

“His injuries aren’t healed yet. What are you talking about in the middle of the night? Let Lei Jin rest,” Kun Ge murmured, possibly to Hao Chen, who had also woken up.

“I know, father. You and papa sleep. I’ll help him back to his room,” Jing Yue replied, then called at the empty space behind him, “Lei Jin, I’ll take you back to your room.”

He listened for movement in his father’s room, then sighed with relief. If his father knew that Lei Jin had a mate and that he had been the one to give him the jade mugwort, his father would surely strip him of his tiger skin and turn it into a blanket.

As soon as Jing Yue entered the room, a pillow hit him in the forehead, and he heard Xiya’s voice, “Close your eyes.”

Jing Yue pressed the pillow against his face and shouted, “I can’t see anything.” In fact, he had already opened a small gap. Lei Jin was sitting up against the bedhead, and Xiya’s hand was already on his clothes, undoing the top two buttons, revealing Lei Jin’s collarbones, which had become more prominent due to recent weight loss.

Jing Yue’s face instantly turned red. If it weren’t for the cover of the night, there might have been visible steam rising from his head.

“What are you still doing here?” Xiya turned around and saw Jing Yue standing by the door.

“Where else should I go?” This was his room, and Xiya couldn’t be planning to do something right here, could he?

“Didn’t I tell you to heat some water?” Xiya reminded, clearly frustrated that Jing Yue hadn’t been paying attention.

“Oh, okay,” Jing Yue said, setting the pillow aside and hurriedly leaving.

As he walked, he mumbled, “Aren’t I the owner here? Why do I have to listen to him?” Then he turned to go back.

But then he heard Lei Jin’s voice from the room: “Xiya, stop.”

“Just take it off, it’ll feel cooler.” Then came the sound of clothes rustling.

Jing Yue scratched his head, thinking he might as well just go back and heat the water.

He added some firewood and heated a large pot of water, filling a basin and adding a clean towel.

Hearing movement in the room, Jing Yue figured he might as well sleep outside tonight. He knocked on the door, placed the water outside, and left. Before leaving, he looked back reluctantly and saw Xiya carrying the basin of water inside, his bare upper body exposed.

“That was fast,” Jing Yue muttered with a scornful look. His female wasn’t even fully recovered, yet Xiya was so eager. He had completely forgotten that if it weren’t for him, Lei Jin wouldn’t be in this state.

“Xiya, I don’t need your help,” Lei Jin groaned in discomfort, curling up on the bed, trying to resist the intense heat coursing through his body.

“I’m not doing anything, just helping you wash,” Xiya said as he entered with the basin.

Lei Jin hadn’t been able to properly bathe in these past days. Given his current condition, it was impossible for him to bathe alone. For the past half-month, he had relied on Jing Ping and Hao Chen’s help, but they couldn’t do it every day. He couldn’t always burden them.

Xiya, knowing the effects and remedies of the jad mugwort, understood that taking the next step wasn’t easy, so he had to settle for helping Lei Jin bathe to relieve some of the discomfort.

Lei Jin wasn’t being a diva. He did need help, but he was aware of Xiya’s intentions. He wasn’t the type to enjoy someone’s kindness without reciprocating, and he could live without bathing. As for the heat within him, it would eventually pass.

“Aren’t we friends if not mates?” Xiya said, understanding Lei Jin’s concerns, focusing on what he could accept.

“Just friends?” Lei Jin stared at him, trying to read his face.

“At least for now,” Xiya raised an eyebrow, making it clear he wasn’t going to make any promises that Lei Jin wanted.

Lei Jin nodded reluctantly. His limits were almost reached. The heat was unbearable, and even though his shirt was undone, there was no relief. His mind was on the verge of being overwhelmed by the heat.

Seeing that Lei Jin had agreed, Xiya turned to leave, drawing water from the well in the courtyard. He tested it with his hand and found it to be warm, just right for Lei Jin’s injuries. Cold water would be ineffective, and hot water could harm him.

“I’ll help you take your clothes off,” Xiya said as he approached.

At this time, Lei Jin was too distracted already by the inexplicable heat in his body, so how could he still have the energy to answer Xiya.

“Then I’ll take it as your agreement.” Xiya said to himself and helped Lei Jin take off his shirt, put it on the chair aside, and started to unbutton his trousers as well.

Lei Jin raised his head and glared at him.

“You can’t wear trousers while wiping down, right?” Xiya said with a smile.

Lei Jin gritted his teeth, but couldn’t speak. Damn it, Xiya. He knew why. If that really was the case, why take off the underwear along with the trousers?

“You don’t mind this, do you?” Xiya held up Lei Jin’s waist, took off his trousers and underwear together. He dangled the underwear on his finger as he asked Lei Jin.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you and Moya before when you were together.” At this point, although his expression remained natural, the jealousy in his tone could be picked up two miles away.

“Of course I don’t mind. You are welcome to visit next time we do it.” Lei Jin opened his mouth several times and finally got this retort out completely and clearly.

As if he would let him succeed in ridiculing him.

Xiya let out a huff of anooyed laughter. Then he thought about how Lei Jin was still feeling uncomfortable. What was he even doing. It was useless to quibble over things. He would just get his “revenge” from him sooner or later.

Xiya brought the mixed water over, pulled another chair in the room and put it on it. He wrung out the cloth, wiped Lei Jin’s face first, and then wiped it down his neck.

Xiya’s too careful wiping made Lei Jin’s extremely sensitive body, tortured by the jade mugwort, to shiver involuntarily, and there were also faint signs of an erection below.

Lei Jin was also startled by the obvious reaction from his body, and cursed in his mind: Damn, is this body really not able to live without a man? What’s up with such a reaction?

“What? Does it feel so good?” Of course, Lei Jin’s reaction couldn’t be concealed from Xiya who was so close. The movements of Xiya’s hands became more gentle, more like teasing than wiping.

Lei Jin frowned, his chest heaving even more fiercely. Xiya, he was doing this on purpose, right?

Ai, he was only torturing himself. Who would have known that Xiya was also scolding himself in his heart. Facing Lei Jin’s naked body, his reaction was much stronger than Lei Jin’s. Lei Jin felt so strongly because of the medicinal properties of the jade mugwort, while his reaction was simply natural. Can see and touch but not eat, it was too painful.

“I’ll help you, just come and it’ll be fine.” Xiya said, only to realize that his voice was hoarse.

“No need.” Lei Jin stubbornly refused, but Xiya’s body moved closer and closer.

“It’ll be fine soon.” Xiya sat behind Lei Jin and held him in his arms while speaking seductively in his ear.

Lei Jin wanted to resist, but was distracted by Xiya’s hand that had slipped below. Xiya’s hand was still moist and warm because it had been soaked in warm water just now. When it wrapped around him, even with the lack of technique it still made Lei Jin tremble.

“En…” Lei Jin closed his mouth and muffled a groan. He arched his body, his neck tilted back, and rested his head on Xiya’s shoulder.

“Lei Jin…” Xiya’s eyes darkened and he called him softly. He opened his mouth to take the skin on Lei Jin’s neck and sucked gently.

Time passed slowly…

“Let go…ah…” He felt so uncomfortable, but he couldn’t come. Even though he was so aroused, he still couldn’t.

“With me here, it will be fine soon.” Xiya felt that he could no longer hold on, but Lei Jin was still as hard as ever.

It seemed that there was only one way to solve this.

Lei Jin’s legs were placed on the edge of the bed at this time, and Xiya supported his upper body to lie back on the bed.

“What are you going to do?” Lei Jin was startled when he felt Xiya parting his legs, and some of his scrambled thoughts immediately came to their senses.

“Trust me.” Xiya lowered his head and looked into Lei Jin’s eyes. After saying this, he knelt down half-kneeling next to the bed, opened his mouth and took Lei Jin’s hardness into his mouth.

Lei Jin came several times and finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Xiya looked at the tent in his trousers with a wry smile, and then looked at Lei Jin sleeping soundly in front of him. There was a strangely warm feeling in his heart that could not be brushed away.

“Like this is fine now.” Xiya leaned forward and kissed Lei Jin carefully on the lips.

“I helped you, you should help me, right?”

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll treat it as if you don’t object.”

It would be a miracle if someone who had already fallen asleep could raise his voice to object. So Xiya took action as a matter of course.

Xiya held Lei Jin’s hand and moved it onto his own arousal. To be honest, Lei Jin’s fingers were very slender, but not as delicate and smooth as those of ordinary females. They were even a little rough, but Xiya didn’t last long against this roughness, and soon came with a gasp.

After wiping Lei Jin’s hands clean, Xiya went out and brought in another basin of hot water. While wiping Lei Jin’s body clean, Xiya took the opportunity to feel it up and down to his content.

“En, all clean.” Xiya looked at the fruits of his half a night’s labor, nodded with satisfaction, and helped Lei Jin put on all the clothes that were folded on the side.

Lei Jin, who had not slept well for many days, was sleeping deeply, letting himself be maneuvered like a ragdoll.

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“Sleep.” Xiya poured out the water, got on the bed and hugged Lei Jin. After thinking about it, he wrapped his own clothes around Lei Jin before covering with Jing Yue’s blanket.

Jing Yue squatted outside the wall of his house, rubbing his arms and sighing, the moonlight was so beautiful tonight, but the wind… was so cold, so cold.

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