Chapter 45: So Pitiful

Xiu didn’t quite understand Wen Chu’s hobby, but looking at the little black cat’s determined gaze, he could only choose to respect it.

“Alright.” He sighed lightly, turned a corner, and took Wen Chu to the vegetable patch.

The vegetable patch was still surrounded by layers of people. The big yellow dog, who had guarded the patch alone for a long time and kept Xiu company every day, was seeing so many people for the first time. It jumped here and barked there, wagging its tail like a propeller.

With Xiu’s arrival, the bustling vegetable patch returned to silence again, and the big yellow dog tucked its tail and crawled back into its kennel.

Xiu was accustomed to this and said: “It’s getting late, go back to work, everyone.”

The crowd dared not stay. Even though they were reluctant to leave the seedlings in the vegetable patch, they all left without looking back.

After the crowd dispersed, Xiu put Wen Chu down.

“Go ahead, don’t waste too much lifespan.”

“Okay!” Wen Chu agreed, striding majestically with his little cat legs towards the vegetable patch.

As he ran, he changed back into his mist form.

With his lifespan at ten days, he was already a large mass of mist, spreading out to fully over a meter wide.

Wen Chu generously split half of his body to the vegetable patch, completely purifying the entire area where Xiu had sown the cabbage seeds.

[Lifespan -5 days 12 hours]
[Remaining Lifespan: 4 days 21 hours 34 minutes]

Seeing Wen Chu suddenly shrink by half again, Xiu’s eyelid twitched.

Wen Chu was oblivious, turning back into a little black cat and trotting to Xiu’s feet, looking up at him: “Done! All your cabbages can grow now.”

Xiu looked at the vegetable patch. It still looked overly acidified and hardened, but he knew that this land was fundamentally different now.

Xiu curled his lips: “Stupid, vegetables still need watering and fertilizing to live.”

Wen Chu was puzzled: “Watering?”

Xiu picked up the iron watering can placed aside and watered the vegetable patch: “Like this.”

“Most of the rainwater on the ground is acid rain; vegetables will die if they get rained on. Only groundwater and distilled water can be used to raise vegetables. The rainy season is coming soon, we’ll need to set up a rain shelter for the vegetables—hm?”

Halfway through speaking, Xiu suddenly felt his palm cool, as if a pair of excessively cold hands forcibly pried open his fingers.

Like interlocking fingers, Xiu couldn’t help but flinch, and his knuckles holding the watering can loosened.

But the expected sound of a heavy object hitting the ground didn’t come from beside him.

A small black cloud of mist floated in front of him supporting the watering can: “I learned it, I’ll help you water.”

As Wen Chu spoke, he tilted his body sharply, imitating the tricycle that emitted “Attention, reversing” sounds, and dumped the watering can abruptly like unloading cargo.

“Splash—”

A huge stream of water poured down, hitting the poor little cabbage seedling in the ground, drowning it directly.

Wen Chu held the empty watering can: “Done, fed it all to the little seedling.”

Mission perfectly accomplished.

Xiu couldn’t help laughing: “You have to water slowly. You can’t be so rough raising vegetables. Pouring so much water at once, the vegetable will drown if it can’t absorb it all.”

Wen Chu noticed the seedling he had drowned and held the watering can guiltily: “So this one won’t live? Should I purify another piece of land for you?”

“At your size, if you purify again, you’ll turn into air,” Xiu said.

Wen Chu: QAQ

Xiu looked at him thoughtfully, muttering to himself: “Raising vegetables is the same principle as raising people. You need a little more patience, treat it like your child.”

Wen Chu whispered: “This isn’t my child, this is my food.”

He didn’t want to have children with Xiu. He only wanted to lay eggs with Xiu. Laying cabbages was fine too; basically, whatever came out shouldn’t be alive.

Xiu found it funny, took the watering can from him, and refilled it: “Mmn, this is your food. When the cabbage is ripe, I’ll cook it for you. After all, for someone like you—”

Xiu stopped abruptly halfway, swallowing the mocking “delicate crybaby.”

Having a sharp tongue for too long had sequelae even when he wanted to restrain himself.

Wen Chu didn’t understand why Xiu suddenly stopped talking. He stared at the newly filled watering can again, floated over, and lifted it up.

Tilting his body slightly.

A small stream of water flowed out of the sprinkler head, pouring onto the mist, breaking through the mist, and falling onto the ground.

“Ah, I can’t get watered,” Wen Chu said disappointedly, putting down the sprinkler.

Xiu said raising vegetables was like raising people; he thought the water in the can was some kind of food that made you grow taller when eaten.

“Stupid, only vegetables need watering, you are mist.” Xiu looked at this silly mist.

He reached out and moved the watering can aside.

Wen Chu took the opportunity to turn into a little black cat and lay on Xiu’s arm, muttering softly: “I didn’t know.”

Xiu looked at the creature on his arm who clearly wasn’t a cat but insisted on pretending to be one, and sighed: “You’d better go to school properly later.”

Wen Chu: …
Disdaining him for being illiterate again.

Fortunately, Xiu didn’t dwell on this topic, but blurted out a sentence out of nowhere: “Finished farming, are you happy?”

Wen Chu’s tone was cheerful: “Happy.”

As long as I’m with Xiu, I’m especially happy.
Being able to stay in Xiu’s arms openly in this world doubles the happiness.

Wen Chu nestled in the crook of Xiu’s arm and said firmly: “I will definitely grow lots and lots of vegetables for you, making everyone envy you.”

Xiu pulled his hood: “No need. Just make sure you are full first.”

After finishing farming, the sun was already high.

After determining Wen Chu couldn’t eat canned food, Xiu stopped joining lunch to focus on accompanying the mist. Minnie naturally dared not stop him, only sending someone to deliver three meals to Xiu daily.

Xiu picked up the canned food in front of the stone house door, pushed the door open and entered, looking at the little black cat: “Where do you want to eat? I’ll feed you lifespan first.”

Turning back into a palm-sized cat just by purifying a vegetable patch, Xiu really couldn’t rest assured.

Wen Chu had forgotten about it, only remembering the pie falling from the sky when Xiu mentioned it.

He blinked his eyes, still finding it unbelievable: “I didn’t go to school; can I really eat?”

“I won’t break my word.” Xiu took off his hood.

Golden long hair fell down. Xiu put Wen Chu on the bed and began to untie the black robe’s belt.

The black robe fell. Xiu bent down to pick it up and hang it on the wall, revealing the smooth waistline under the shirt when he raised his arm.

Wen Chu was dazed.

R-really?
Then he wants to eat everything.

Wen Chu stepped back and forth on the bedsheet in a dilemma.

He wanted to eat Xiu’s nips, Xiu’s mouth, Xiu’s waist, Xiu’s…

Would wanting it all be too greedy?

Xiu took off his black robe and turned around to see the little black cat kneading (making biscuits).

The little black cat met his gaze, looking up at him with round eyes, asking hesitantly: “Can I eat it all?”

Xiu didn’t care, but seeing Wen Chu like this, he felt a bit of wicked teasing intent.

Xiu said with a cold face: “If you can’t decide, then don’t eat.”

Wen Chu let out an anxious “Wang-wu”: “I’ll eat, I’ve decided, I’ll just eat the upper body, only eating the upper body is okay, right?”

Xiu looked at the palm-sized cat, stating the fact: “You can’t eat that much.”

Right now, even if Wen Chu flattened himself out, he couldn’t cover Xiu’s entire upper body.

Wen Chu didn’t think this was a problem: “It doesn’t matter, I’ll grow bigger as I eat.”

When he said this, Xiu remembered the feeding that made him miserable yesterday, his scalp tingling for a moment.

A whole night had passed, and the swollen place had long returned to normal, but as the memory returned, Xiu seemed to feel the stinging itch from that time again.

Xiu felt a bit of retreat at this moment.

Does he really want to let Wen Chu eat freely?

Wen Chu looked up at him uneasily: “Can I?”

Xiu met those harmless cat eyes and pursed his lips.

He didn’t speak, just slowly sat on the bed.

Even though Lord Evil God wore a black robe all day, he wore a shirt and suit pants tightly underneath, with every button fastened strictly.

Now, he reached out and unbuttoned the collar button himself, finally unable to resist adding:

“You can only eat once.”

This means permission granted.

Wen Chu tentatively climbed onto Xiu’s knee. Seeing the other party didn’t scold him, he turned into a cloud of mist, went all the way up, and climbed to Xiu’s collar.

Xiu still didn’t stop him, so Wen Chu simply burrowed into Xiu’s collar.

He wet Xiu’s clothes.

In late autumn, wet clothes were sticky and cold, but Xiu’s skin was colder. Wen Chu looked at the black energy still dense on Xiu’s chest, feeling the road ahead was long and difficult.

He ate so many times yesterday, why is the black energy still covering it so tightly today?

Wen Chu flattened himself depressingly on Xiu’s chest.

He was a bit too small now and could only eat Xiu’s chest. Wen Chu didn’t stand on ceremony and cleaned Xiu’s chest right away.

[Lifespan +24h]
[Remaining Lifespan: 5 days 21 hours 09 minutes]

The pale skin was exposed again, starting to flush red, while the black energy gathered back like a lingering ghost.

Wen Chu hated this black energy occupying Xiu’s body. While growing bigger to circle Xiu’s waist, he quickly cleaned the black energy that hadn’t had time to gather again.

Including the black energy on the lean waist.

[Lifespan +24h]
[Lifespan +24h]

Like the chest, the waist added one day of lifespan.

“Mmn-un…”

The moment his waist was cleaned, Wen Chu heard a muffled groan from Xiu.

Xiu arched his body almost instantly, reaching out to protect his waist. He even forgot that Wen Chu was still covering his waist, pinching the muscles at his waist with some force, trying to stop the almost collapsing sour itchiness.

Waist… too sensitive.

Xiu collapsed completely onto the bed, looking dazedly at the light coming in from the small window on the third floor.

It was daytime.

He was actually entangled with Wen Chu like this in broad daylight.

No… it’s him unilaterally falling into the hell named desire.

Wen Chu was still gnawing continuously, from the waist and abdomen to the chest, almost every inch was being licked continuously.

The mist was cold, extremely gentle when falling on him, but his flesh and skin produced a trembling, ugly reaction even upon contact with water vapor.

Every inch of muscle tightened; every inch of skin seemed covered with feedback nerves.

The black energy had just barely covered a layer before being quickly cleared. Xiu had no chance to protect himself or breathe, only being pried open by the black mist like this.

The mist spread wider and wider.

Xiu felt his lower body starting to ache.

He had lost it as early as when Wen Chu started biting, but his body, which hadn’t seen the light of day for a long time, habitually swallowed first with the lower body.

Having lost too many times yesterday, he wouldn’t feel much pleasure from losing anymore. At this moment, all sensations were concentrated on his waist and nips, as well as the arms reached by the growing black mist.

But the pain was still incredibly obvious.

His lower body couldn’t spit out anything anymore, spitting clear water listlessly at this time.

Xiu whimpered vaguely, wanting to clamp his legs to stop it.

But it was useless; it was like a broken faucet there, trickling like incontinence.

Xiu almost curled into a ball.

And Wen Chu finally regained ten days of lifespan at this time, covering his entire upper body, and even had the spare energy to split a bit of black mist to look down at Xiu from above.

The handsome blonde man lay on the bed, black mist surging like an abyss under his white shirt. Clearly a god-like person, yet being swallowed by a monster like this, panting, climaxing.

This scene was close to evil.

Wen Chu realized Xiu’s abnormality again. Logically, he should stop, but seeing Xiu’s flushed body and trembling giving movements, he couldn’t stop.

So pitiful.

Thinking this, Wen Chu solidified part of the black mist and forcibly pried open the curled-up Xiu.

A bit of black mist crawled along Xiu’s neck to his ear.

Wen Chu whispered: “Xiu, I have ten days of lifespan now. I want to save up to twenty days, can I?”

Xiu’s transparent blue eyes had lost focus. His palm moved, looking like he wanted to grab something, but gave up after realizing Wen Chu was just a mist attached to him.

Xiu spat out a word tremblingly.

“Okay…”

So pitiful.

Jumping out of the pleading from inferior to superior, looking down at Xiu like this, this word couldn’t help popping into Wen Chu’s mind again.

Worried because of Xiu’s strangeness, but unable to resist wanting to possess further, Wen Chu couldn’t distinguish so many complex intertwined emotions, only obeying his heart to cling to Xiu’s hand.

The black mist solidified, and Xiu suddenly felt a wet, cold thing squeeze into the gaps between his fingers.

Then Wen Chu’s light sigh rang in his ear.

“Xiu, so pitiful.”

It should have been mocking.
But Wen Chu’s tone was tender.

Xiu felt the pulling force from his wrists; his hands were forced above his head and bound.

He looked up, only to find the black mist had solidified into the shape of a hand at some point, interlocking fingers with him.

As if it really had a physical body.

He touched Wen Chu.

Xiu’s expression went blank. Even if Wen Chu didn’t continue to eat him now, he lost it again the moment he realized this.

His lower body was really broken.

And he still had to be eaten… ten times.

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[Remaining Lifespan: 21 days 2 hours 19 minutes]

When he finished eating, Wen Chu could already cover the entire bed surface, and their bedsheet was completely unusable.

Xiu’s clothes were soaked through, sticking stickily to his body, his blonde hair scattered messily.

Wen Chu actually wanted to take two more bites, but he remembered he had to be Xiu’s good puppy and continue chasing Xiu. Moreover, Xiu’s condition was very wrong now, so he stopped and didn’t continue eating.

Looking at the messy Xiu, Wen Chu couldn’t help solidifying a piece, gently tidying Xiu’s hair.

When Xiu came back to his senses after a long trance, he saw the mist that had turned into a comb combing his hair.

Seeing him wake up, Wen Chu said obediently: “I stopped after eating only twenty days of lifespan.”

He was obedient.

Xiu didn’t speak, just glanced at the messy bedsheet beneath him, instinctively wanting to pull his hood to cover his expression.

But the raised hand grabbed empty air.

He had taken off the black robe himself.

Xiu lowered his head, ignoring his aching lower body, quickly stood up, grabbed the black robe hanging on the wall, and walked out of the room: “I’m going to take a shower. If you’re sleepy, sleep by yourself for a while.”

Wen Chu was dumbfounded.

Not praising him?

Xiu walked halfway, then suddenly turned back. Just when Wen Chu fully expected to get a “good boy,” he suddenly felt a slide beneath him.

Xiu pulled the entire bedsheet away directly.

“I’ll wash the bedsheet by the way.”

Xiu never looked up, quickly leaving after pulling the bedsheet.

Wen Chu watched Xiu’s hurried back and stumbling steps. Just as he wanted to follow, he heard Xiu say without looking back: “Get back.”

Fine, get back then.

Wen Chu rolled back onto the bed, feeling more and more that something was wrong with Xiu.

Eating Xiu had always been a reward for him. He needed to help Xiu for Xiu to agree to let him take a bite.

But the Xiu of this world, for some reason, suddenly started delivering himself to his mouth.

“I shouldn’t look that greedy, right?” Wen Chu looked at himself uncertainly.

Mist was highly compressible. Even though he had grown so big, he could still turn into a slender tiny cat.

Not fat, just solid; didn’t look greedy.

[System, is there something wrong with Xiu?] Wen Chu couldn’t help asking the system for help.

System: [This question is unrelated to the mission.]

Wen Chu: […]

Then there is definitely a problem.

Wen Chu said faintly: [If you guys are conspiring to hide something big from me, I will be angry.]

[Very angry, extremely angry, won’t talk to you anymore in the future, and will cry for a long time kind of angry.]

Whether it was his illusion or not, Wen Chu felt the system screen seemed to shake.

Then, the system disappeared neatly.

Truly identical to Xiu, very good at running away.

Wen Chu really wanted to drag Xiu back and interrogate him.

No—

The little mist cat took a deep breath.

He is a good puppy cat, needs to act obedient and pitiful, to be partners with Xiu.

The kitten convinced himself, silently climbed back onto the bed, waiting for Xiu to return.

Xiu was gone for a full three hours.

In the first hour, Wen Chu rolled his belly on the bed boredly.
In the second hour, Wen Chu began to think about what to do if Xiu really ran away and didn’t come back.
In the third hour, Wen Chu had already imagined Xiu taking the vegetables he grew to raise the Rebel Army—an act of cheating infidelity—and bit the quilt emitting angry purrs.

Xiu is a cheating scumbag.

How could he leave him behind for so long.

From entering the fast-transmigration worlds until now, he had never been forced to be separated from Xiu for so long.

Just as Wen Chu prepared to condemn Xiu for staying out all night, a noise finally came from the door.

“Screech—”

The wooden door was pushed open.

Xiu had put the black robe back on, covering himself tightly, holding a new bedsheet in his hand.

“Xiu.” Wen Chu stared straight at the person under the black robe.

“You know to come back, huh? I thought you weren’t coming back.”

In the afternoon, the sun was bright, the courtyard windless, but Xiu under the black robe felt a chill down his spine for no reason.

The little black cat’s round eyes fell on his black robe, making Xiu even have the illusion that he was seen through by the other party.

Xiu tightened his hood.

Discovered…?

The places eaten by Wen Chu sent overly strange sensations as soon as they touched clothes. To walk properly, Xiu had to return wearing only the black robe.

But he had just asked logistics for a fake collar. Looking in from the hood, one should be able to see the collar.

Wen Chu, this stupid mist with no life experience, shouldn’t be able to tell.

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Author’s Note:
From silly, to stupid, to dummy.
Eee— (Making narwhal sounds)