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[CN] Kiro's Role-Play Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

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[PART 1]

The date starts with MC checking her appearance in a mirror at a game studio, and as she checks herself, she admires how exquisite the game studio's makeup is.

Suddenly, she gets a message from a smart watch that she's wearing on her wrist:

【The role you reserved is: Witch of Desire.】

【Your personal task is: Let your companions admit that they are "satisfied" before completing all the main levels of the game.】

【Afterwards, the teammate would be deemed to have failed the mission and the adventure will end.】

She presses the "OK" button on her watch.

Apparently, a few days ago, when MC pre-booked this live-action RPG game, she ended up drawing the "Witch of Desire" as her character.

This character apparently knows how to clear every level of the game in advance, and also comes with a large number of game tokens. Their job was to secretly lure their companions away from the game's main storyline.

Then, another message pops up on her watch:

【In order to facilitate your completion of the task, we have distributed game strategy manuals, level maps and a large number of game tokens to you for easy reference and use at any time.】

【Please make good use of your resources to "tempt" your teammates into falling into the trap of satisfaction.】

【P.S. The game co-branded leisure suite you reserved: "Witch Hut" is also ready and can be visited after the game has ended.】

【I wish you good luck in your mission. 】

The thought of being able to use this mission to lure Kiro into material traps and leading him astray through satisfaction...

And then spending the rest of our time relaxing and enjoying Halloween in every way possible at the customized suite I booked for us makes my imaginary tail wag uncontrollably.

I wonder what role he has drawn and what personal tasks he'll receive?

At almost the next moment, following a clear and translucent voice, a handful of fluffy gold bursts into my line of sight.

??: Why is this little witch smiling so proudly?

I hastily put my hands behind my back to hide my watch. When I raise my eyes, my breath stops for a moment.

The round retro sunglasses he wears are unable to conceal the smile in his blue eyes, and his solemn black attire makes his figure appear all the more stylish and elegant.

Under the exquisite dark gold collar button is a cross-shaped pendant, and the white stole hanging from his shoulders is embroidered with light gold patterns, remotely resembling the colour of his hair.

I stare at him with wide eyes and blink several times.

Kiro: Why are you so stunned?

He stretches out his hands to funnily hold my cheeks, and squeezes them a little harder with his fingertips.

I look at that intimately close clear blue and let out a dramatic sigh.

MC: I can't help it. This priest is too handsome.

MC: Just looking at you like this makes me want to become your believer.

Finding my remark amusing, he laughs out loud. He raises my right hand and twirls me around in a circle, akin to a dance.

Kiro: If that's the case, I'll announce the first tenet of this religion then: The center of the universe is my Miss Chips.

My cheeks unconsciously heat up, and the next second, he mischievously narrows his eyes, puts my hand to his lips and gently drops a kiss on it.

Kiro: Tenet 2: We are to be honest with each other.

He blinks slowly, and his clear eyes seem to see through all my thoughts and hidden motives.

Kiro: So... tell me all your secrets.

MC: And what secrets would that be?

Kiro: I just got the feeling that when you were looking at your screen just now, you seemed a bit preoccupied.

Knowing how my mission would directly lead to his elimination, I pull my hand back from his palm with a bit of guilt and respond with an ambiguous lie.

MC: I was reading the mission description, of course~

MC: When we play games together, don't you study the tasks very carefully too?

Kiro: So that's it.

The corners of his lips seem to lift a little higher, and he immediately hooks my fingers, leading me towards the entrance of the first level.

Kiro: I knew you'd be anticipating this adventure as much as I have, Miss Chips.

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[PART 2]

The game begins and MC manages to help Kiro solve a few puzzles right from the get-go. When she suggests they go visit a nearby merchant to restock on supplies, Kiro points out that they shouldn't have enough to spend, seeing as how they only managed to complete a few simple tasks.

Thinking of the large sum of gold coins in her own account, MC takes Kiro to see the merchant anyways, seeing it as a chance to garner his "satisfaction".

After some time, Kiro watches her in a daze as she comes back carrying plenty of props and supplies, and asks her where she got so many coins from.

MC: Since I'm the Witch of Desire, it would only make sense for me to satisfy people's desires~

MC: And it's not just gold coins. There are a lot of other things that I can create with "magic".

Kiro: I didn't expect my partner to be this amazing. Looks like we'll have a sure win in this game!

Hearing the mirth filled in his words, a sense of satisfaction wells up in my heart.

MC: Hmm, then if I may ask, Mr. Priest, are you satisfied with the assistance provided by this little witch at this point in time?

I calmly ask that tempting question and carefully look at him from the side, expecting him to give an affirmative answer, but also worrying that he might notice something.

Kiro: Of course.

The watch on my wrist that automatically takes note of keywords doesn't give any signals. It seems that my mission hasn't been accomplished yet.

Just as I'm thinking about how much of a pity it is, a sweet taste blossoms on the tip of my tongue.

He unwraps a chocolate and feeds it to me, and whether intentionally or not, his fingertips gently press against my lower lip.

Kiro: I'm anticipating what will happen on this journey more and more.

In response, MC asks Kiro about where they should go next, and instead of answering her, he just silently looks at her, as if he's waiting for something to happen.

When MC asks him what's wrong, he just brushes it off, saying that he was thinking about where they should go next.

MC finds his sudden pause a little odd but brushes the thought aside when she secretly looks at the guide on her watch, finding a nearby trigger point for a hidden mission.

And so, MC suggests that they head in the direction of the hidden mission and Kiro agrees.

As they head deeper into the woods, their surroundings grow darker and darker, and Kiro wonders if they're going in the right direction.

MC: Yes, trust me.

He casts a glance at me, and the corners of his lips rise in amusement.

Kiro: Is this also one of the witch's magic spells?

MC: Uh-huh, I'm an expert.

Kiro: However... according to how these kinds of games and stories go, to cast magic, you have to pay a corresponding price.

Kiro: Will this witch also be charging me a price to bring endless happiness?

The eyes behind those sunglasses flash with a playfulness and inquiry that I'm unable to understand, and they gaze deeply into my eyes.

MC: Of... Of course not....

MC: I'm a very powerful witch.

I can't help but look away, worrying that my "conspiracy" will be exposed, but also because it is laced with some emotion that I can't explain.

MC: After all, wanting you to be happy is the most natural thing to me.

His light laughter drifts past my ears along with the night breeze, like a somewhat intimate kiss.

He quickly purses his lips, his eyes narrowing into a somewhat bewitching arc.

Kiro: So that's it.

He pronounces every word he utters with great certainty, but a hint of teasing flashes across his eyes. It seems to be responding to the direction I point at, or responding to something I said before.

Kiro: Then I can trust you 100%.

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As Kiro and MC continue walking, they come to a spot that looks like a cemetery.

As they approach closer to the gates, their watches start beeping at the same time and a mission notification pops up on the screen:

[Congratulations on triggering the mission: Howling Cemetery.]

[This mission is a hidden mission. Please reach the center of the cemetery within the specified time and drive away the evil spirits under the holy and immaculate angel statue.]

MC acts all surprised, as if she wasn't expecting this to happen, but she is shocked to find how calm Kiro is as he pulls her deeper into the cemetery, as if he was expecting something like this to happen.

Usually, whenever they'd discover hidden missions in games they played before, Kiro would get all excited about it, but his lack of reaction here causes doubts to arise in MC's mind.

However, before she can dwell on those thoughts any further, Kiro points to a spot up ahead.

Kiro: Is that the angel statue mentioned in the mission description?

MC: Yes, but the description specifically says "immaculate angel statue". So we have to "purify" it first, and then...

Kiro: Miss Chips.

MC: Yes?

Kiro: Before I start my mission, I have a question for you.

Seeing the smile on his lips carrying with it an inexplicable sense of mischief, alarm bells suddenly start to go off in my head.

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[PART 3]

The small bat ornaments in the cemetery sway in the night wind. Kiro looks at me with a smile and speaks slowly.

Kiro: From the start of the game, I've felt like you've been keeping something from me.

Kiro: It's our first time playing this game, but you're always providing all kinds of assistance in the nick of time.

Kiro: You haven't done many tasks yet, but you can get a lot of game coins at any moment.

Kiro: This is clearly a hidden level. The mission instructions aren't very direct, yet you immediately realized how to clear it.

Kiro: If we consider it from the perspective of normal game flow, this would be too unbalanced.

I stare at him blankly, my mind a mess.

Kiro: You said before that you're able to do this 'cause of your powers as a Witch of Desire.

Kiro: So I've been thinking that... maybe you received some special personal mission?

Kiro: Like, getting me to say something like "satisfied"?

Putting on his brightest, most innocent smile, he asks a question that hits the nail on the head.

MC: Why are you talking about this all of sudden...

Seeing me hesitate and refuse to answer, Kiro turns around and walks towards the sculpture in long strides, as if he has planned this all beforehand.

MC: Wait, you can't go there now!

MC: Failure to handle the statue according to the task instructions will trigger a--

I quickly reach out and try to grab onto him, but unfortunately, my fingertips only manage to graze the corner of his clothes.

The moment he reaches the sculpture, the angel's face melts from top to bottom like wax, turning into a mass of distorted lines that made one's skin crawl.

Its hands, which were originally folded in prayer, suddenly drop and firmly grasp Kiro's shoulders, pulling him in front of it and holding him.

At the same time, accompanied by a burst of eerie sound effects, several ghosts sway left and right and float in his direction.

[You have fallen into a trap. Please escape within 3 minutes, or else the ghost will take you away from the mission area and end the adventure.]

MC: Kiro, why would you... you...

Everything happened so fast. Too many doubts flood my mind, and I even end up stumbling over my words for a while.

Kiro: Because I trust you, of course.

Although he is ensnared by the terrifying statue, he stretches out his voice and gives me a brilliant smile with sparkling eyes and a spirit of excitement.

Only now does he seem to truly be enjoying the game.

Kiro: I trust that as my "partner", you won't let me get eliminated so soon.

Kiro: So, are you willing to have an honest conversation with me?

Only then do I realize that he let himself get caught on purpose!

Since he has fallen into the trap so easily, I guess this game master already has a way of escaping, and is just waiting for me to reveal all my cards so that he can escape unscathed.

Thinking of this, I walk up to him and squat down with a bit of amusement, helplessly puffing up my cheeks.

MC: So a certain someone decided to run into a trap and take himself hostage to increase the difficulty of the game, huh?

Kiro: After all, what I want most is not just to play the game.

Kiro: Since I'm playing it with you, obviously it needs to be completed in the most interesting way possible.

As if to prove his words, he grabs my hand, puts it to his lips, and lightly kisses my palm.

A slight tremor is transmitted through my gloves. Although I can't feel his temperature and touch directly, it arouses another different sort of thrill in my heart.

Kiro: Tell me everything, MC.

He blinks cheerfully. Every time I gaze into those deep blue eyes, I feel as though whatever secrets I have, I should just lay them all bare.

But the taste of sweetness I get during this little spar of ours makes me want to drag out this situation with him for a while longer.

MC: Well... why don't you just test out that theory and say "I'm satisfied"? You'll know everything then.

Kiro: No can do.

Kiro: After all, I can't judge yet what sort of game mode will make us happier.

The sunglasses on his nose slip down a little, but he doesn't seem to care at all. He just looks at me fearlessly, as if taking a gamble that he is sure to win.

Holding my hand, he moves his fingers up along my wrist, stirring up a faint warmth.

Finally, he firmly interlocks his fingers with mine, his thumb stroking the base of my fingers as if to keep time with the gradually increasing tempo of the sound in the cemetery.

It seems like an urgent request, but also, a silent urging.

I don’t know if it’s due to the sound effects or the person in front of me, but I feel my heart beating faster.

The breath lingering between us causes the temperature of the air to rise by a few degrees. I blink and pretend to look calmer than I feel.

MC: But you have to cooperate with me first. Only then can we try out various things.

MC: Otherwise I'll leave you here and move on.

As soon as I finish my fake "threat", a light laugh falls into my ears. Kiro smiles and leans his head against mine for a moment.

Kiro: The "Witch of Desire" might decide to do that, but my Miss Chips definitely won't.

As he speaks, he sits back down against the statue and clasps his hands together in prayer. As he moves, a section of his well-defined wrist gets exposed between the black of his gloves and his cuffs.

The slender silver chain wrapped around his hand hangs loosely, dripping with scorching silver light along with the light of the moon.

Kiro: After all, no matter how interesting the game is, I can confidently say that the most enjoyable part is when we take risks together.

Kiro: We experience all kinds of things together, and finally reap the fruits of our victory together.

Kiro: So, come and rescue me.

He says that with such conviction that I can in no ways deny it. Whether participating in this game or carrying out such tasks, all I yearn for is to share in these joys with him.

As if to remind us that time is running out, the cemetery bells begin to ring, stirring up the crows to take flight, their black feathers scattering in the air.

Kiro: Without you, this would just be an ordinary role-playing game.

He still looks helpless, but his eyes curve up playfully, emitting a gem-like captivating light that makes it impossible for me to look away.

My heart is pounding. I'm the one who set up the trap, but now, my every move seems to be affected by him.

It's as if he is the hunter luring people into his trap.

As if to add the final weight to the swaying scale in my heart, he lowers his voice and asks in a bewitching tone.

Kiro: You are anticipating this as much as I am... right?

MC: I....

Just as I am about to answer, I suddenly realize that in Kiro's eyes, as he looks straight at me, there has been a glimmer of expectation hidden in them since I don't know when.

The word "anticipation" that inexplicably appears also makes me vaguely aware of a sense of disobedience.

Come to think of it, he seems to have mentioned "anticipation" many times today...

-[Flashback]-

Kiro: I knew you'd be anticipating this adventure as much as I have, Miss Chips.

Kiro: I'm anticipating what will happen on this journey more and more.

-[End of Flashback]-

Just as I would mention "satisfaction" to him from time to time, those meaningful words seem to have been quietly mixed in with his sincere invitations since a long time ago.

Even at this critical moment, he cleverly intersperses those words between his sentences, as if waiting for me to give a positive answer without noticing.

I raise the corners of my lips, put one hand on his shoulder, and move closer to him, almost putting all my weight on him.

MC: Someone requested that we have an honest conversation, but it seems that he too has many secrets hidden away in his heart.

MC: Your mission is to make me admit my "anticipation", right?

There is a slight ripple in his eyes, and the curve of his lips lift higher, neither affirming or denying the claim.

Thinking of the "traps" he set along the way, I poke his chest in revenge, then tilt my head in triumph.

MC: You almost had me fooled.

MC: Since my opponent is so formidable, I have no choice but to use special means!

Seeing that the ghosts around us are closing in, I pull my hand out of his palm, reach over his head and touch the sculpture, groping for a bulge and pressing hard.

After the sound of mechanical friction, the whole statue sways slightly and falls.

The dim lights of the cemetery gradually fade away, and all we can make out are each other's outlines in the dim light.

The sculpture rumbles, carrying us away from the sky and the earth, and sinking deeper into the ground.

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[PART 4]

After the statue comes to a stop, the wall lamps in the deep underground passage light up one by one, leading us to a door at the end of the passage.

Kiro: This is...

With a few quick steps, I take out the key from my bag, open the door, and invite him in.

MC: Welcome to the culmination of all your desires—the Witch of Desire's Hut!

The cozy room is already dotted with lively decorations. The adorably carved pumpkin lanterns emit a soft light, and dots of starlight hang from the curtains of the four-poster bed.

The air is filled with the sweet scent of cupcakes, and rows of sweet treats are placed around the room, just waiting for us to devour them.

Even the flickering candles exude a lighthearted pumpkin scent.

With eyes wide, he looks around. The flickering lights reflect a rainbow of surprise in his gaze, and his dark black robe is also dyed in an ambiguous warm glow.

Kiro: To think there'd be a place like this!

MC: This is the leisure suite I booked in advance when I booked the game.

MC: I discussed the layout with the staff for a long time and bought a lot of snacks that we both would like.

MC: There's also a private AV room, multimedia game room and bathroom next door!

MC: I had originally planned on waiting for you to say you were "satisfied" and then bring you here to enjoy a sweet holiday together...

With a bit of pride, I pull him to sit on the edge of the bed, tightly grab onto his sleeve, and narrow my eyes menacingly.

MC: However, I didn't expect you, Mr. Game Master, to be so uncooperative. I had no choice but to have you locked up early.

MC: But do you really want to complete your personal mission and beat me?

With the intention of teasing him, I smile and press myself against him, but he unexpectedly takes advantage of the situation and pulls me into his arms, holding me horizontally, his right hand wrapped firmly around my waist.

Kiro: I want to, but at the same time, I don't.

Kiro lowers his head, and his soft lips brush across my forehead.

Kiro: It's rare for us to take part in a live-action RPG game together, so of course I want to win and complete it with you to the end.

Kiro's thumb rubs across my waistline again and again, outlining an intimate arc, and the air between us is filled with a tender sweetness with each exchange.

Kiro: But what I want to do most is to make you anticipate every next second with me.

Kiro: To anticipate what surprises I will bring to you and what interesting things we will encounter together.

He slightly curves his eyes, as if to prove something, and hugs me tighter, dropping a light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

Kiro: There are a lot of things that are worth doing and experiencing together with you.

Kiro: So, I really want to hear you say to me that you anticipate what's to come.

MC: But if I say that, then the game will end.

MC: And that would be such a pity...

I too rub my thumb against his cheek, exerting a bit of pressure, and at the end, I punishingly bite his earlobe.

He lets out a slight gasp. Perhaps due to the dim lights in the room, the azure blue of his eyes appear tinged with a hint of darkness.

Kiro: Then let's talk about something else.

He tilts his head back and strokes my cheek with the tip of his nose, like a friendly greeting between small animals, but in a way that makes my heart melt.

MC: For example?

Kiro: For example...

He puts his hand around me with a bit of force, and with a slight creak, we fall into the fluffy and soft touch of clouds together.

Kiro: I want to hear you say, "The mattress is very soft."

The big witch hat on my head tilts to one side, and his gloves end up getting discarded during the movement.

The biscuits get scattered everywhere, and the sash that had been draped neatly over his shoulders spreads out on the bed like water, the wrinkled sheets mimicking ripples spreading out layer by layer.

I pick up a biscuit, pry open his lips and tongue, prop my chin up with one hand and gaze at him with a smile.

MC: Pfft… then I want to hear you say “the cookies are sweet”.

I trace his exposed neck over and over again, and smile as I cause those dark emotions to swirl in the depths of his deep blue eyes.

A soft laugh is followed by his breath and brushes past the tip of my nose. The soft, moist air is sweeter than candy.

Kiro holds the biscuit in his mouth, but does not bite it off or swallow it. He just raises the corner of his mouth silently.

His familiar warmth presses against my back, and without any clothing there to block it, my exposed skin is prominently branded with his touch.

His fingertips gently stroke up along the curve of my back, and a sweet shiver surges into my head, making my breath stutter and my cheeks flush.

Another chuckle follows, and those honey soaked eyes curve into an even more intoxicating arc, as if drawing pleasure from seeing my current state.

He gently raises his chin towards me and bites a corner of the biscuit with the tip of his tongue, sending me a silent invitation.

I don't know when my heartbeat started to speed up. I prop myself up and move closer to him, then lower my head and take a bite of the other half of the cookie.

As I taste the sweetness of the biscuits on the tip of my tongue, I suddenly feel a force on my wrist preventing me from breaking free. The hand that was originally wrapped loosely around my back suddenly tightens.

My line of sight shifts and he turns me over, pressing me under him. He takes off the silver necklace that was originally hanging on the edge of the bed and uses it to tie my limbs together tightly.

He swallows the half of his cookie and strokes his fingers against my cheek.

His low and gentle voice acts as bait, tugging at my heart and mind, prompting me to sink deeper and deeper into the scenes he has created.

Kiro: Very sweet indeed.

Kiro: Too bad I've tasted sweeter things.

MC: Hm? Such as?

Before he can even utter the words, I swallow them.

The breath on my lips smells like pumpkin, like cream, like all things beautiful and happy.

I blissfully close my eyes and let myself sink into his arms. That feeling of happiness continues to flow into my heart along with the sweetness that fills my nose and mouth.

MC: You're also many times sweeter than cookies, Kiro.

He gently pecks me on the forehead, and his slightly dropping eyelashes cast a dark shadow.

Those eyes that are usually so clear and flawless are now like a bottomless abyss, prompting me to descend into endless and prolonged joy.

I smile and kiss his cheek, reveling in the reassuring warmth of our skins.

MC: I also want to hear you say, "I had a great time tonight."

The sweetness that permeates my heart throbs, urging me to get closer to him.

Unknowingly, those words seem to have lost their original intent, but the clinging and tugging of our exchanges seems to have given them a more hidden and profound meaning.

The bright and cheerful colors of the room blend into a flowing vortex, making it difficult for me to tell whether this trap has caught him or ensnared me.

The arms around me tighten, and someone's sigh causes the air to burn with an unspeakable passion.

Kiro: MC...

His voice is a little hoarse as he pours out words that are both, a confession to me, as well as something he wishes to hear me say.

Kiro: "Stay here."

[END]

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[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s Candlelight Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 烛火之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡

[Translation Under the Cut]

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【Subbed Video】

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【Chapter 1】 

After being stuck in traffic for over forty minutes on the way to the airport, I slam on the brakes once again, staring in despair at the unmoving stream of cars ahead. 

The weather outside is gloomy, the sky overcast with heavy dark clouds, and the wind howls through the crevices of the car windows. 

Even though the evening has barely fallen, the sky is already darkened completely. 

MC: Feels like it’s gonna be pouring hard... 

MC: I don’t know if Li Zeyan’s flight has been affected. 

Just as I am about to look up the flight information, his call comes in. 

LZY: I’ve arrived. 

MC: That’s great! It looks like there’s gonna be a heavy downpour outside, so thank goodness you landed on time. 

MC: On the downside, though, I’m stuck in traffic... 

LZY: Given the weather, I could guess that already. 

LZY: Don’t rush, safety first. Turn on your headlights and take your time. 

MC: Don’t worry, I promise to follow the traffic rules~ So, I must apologize to CEO Li and ask him to wait for me a little longer~ 

LZY: No worries, I’ll just take this time to think about what to make for Pudding. 

The day Li Zeyan is returning from his business trip also happens to be Pudding’s birthday, and we’ve planned to have a small celebration at home. 

As I picture Li Zeyan making a birthday cake for the little kitten, the corners of my lips involuntarily curl upwards. 

MC: Pudding’s parents are so thoughtful! The little birthday boy is blessed with the luck of tasty treats today. 

MC: Rest assured, I’ll definitely get you to Pudding safely and in one piece. 

LZY: With a certain someone “braving the wind and waves” to come pick me up, I’m already luckier than those who can’t get a cab. 

MC: Hehe, this time it’s my turn to be the prince who cuts their way through thorns and thistles to rescue the sleeping princess! 

LZY: Well, it seems like I’ll have to wait a hundred years then.

MC: ...you just told me to take my time. 

A soft chuckle transmits from the other end of the phone, and carried by the car’s stereo, it spreads through the entire space, giving me the illusion as if he is right next to me. 

LZY: It’s not contradictory. 

LZY: Even if it takes you a hundred years, I’ll still wait.

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[Tidbits]:  This conversation here is a reference to one of Li Zeyan’s earliest ASMRs, “Sleeping Beauty,” where LZY said in response to MC’s question that if he were the prince, he wouldn’t let the girl he loves wait a hundred years. Whereas, in the reverse scenario here, he tells you that if he were the sleeping princess and you the prince, he would gladly wait a hundred years (இдஇ; ) though, for a man who literally did wait 17+10000(*n) years for you— a hundred years is, well, still unbearable to think about ahah (ﾉಥ益ಥ) 

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【Chapter 2】

I park the car near the exit, and as soon as I look up, I see Li Zeyan walking towards me, dragging his suitcase. 

I immediately push open the car door and run up to him, throwing myself into his arms as hard as I can. Both his hands are occupied by luggage, and I collide against him so hard that he staggers back a few steps. 

His familiar scent wraps around me securely, instantly dispelling all the tension and fatigue from the road. I nuzzle against his chest contentedly, earning a soft chuckle from above my head. 

LZY: Why the lack of courtesy right off the bat?

MC: I haven’t seen you for days, and I’ve made our big busy person wait so long. I can’t afford to be polite anymore. 

Li Zeyan smiles, lets go of the luggage, and draws me into his arms, lowering himself to rest his head on my shoulder. 

A soft sigh sounds next to my ear, and I sense how exhausted he is. I put aside my playful thoughts and stroke the back of his head. 

MC: I hoped you could get some rest after getting off the plane, but I didn’t expect this weather… 

MC: I’ll head out earlier next time! 

LZY: You already got here much faster than I expected. 

LZY: Let’s go, there’s a birthday boy waiting at home. It’s raining hard outside; I’ll drive on the way back. 

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As we head home, rain begins pouring down in torrents. Even with the wipers operating at their highest speed, the visibility only clears for a fleeting moment. 

Through the impenetrable curtain of rain, the emergency lights of nearby vehicles flicker faintly. The water pooling on the ground reflects the surroundings like mirrors, and the streets have transformed into an utterly bizarre kaleidoscopic labyrinth. 

I hold up my phone to record the scene outside the window when suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning splits the sky not far away, followed by a rolling thunder approaching from the distance, pressing closer and closer. 

I can’t help but shrink my neck and set my phone down. 

MC: This weather is just ridiculous… I’m sure today’s Moments posts are gonna be flooded with candid shots of the rainstorm. 

LZY: A certain someone has made significant strides. 

LZY: A few years back, you would get so nervous in this kind of weather that you’d grab onto other people’s clothes. Now, you'd just make a fuss about it on Moments. 

MC: Huh? When did I grab onto your clothes? 

I turn my head to look at him with a puzzled expression. Li Zeyan glances at me, and before he can even speak, a smile creeps onto the corners of his lips. 

LZY: That time when you asked me if I dared to like you. 

I freeze for a second, the familiar feeling of nervousness and anticipation surging to the forefront of my mind. 

Memories flood back along with the warmth of my cheeks, as I’m reminded of a similar night in the past mirroring this raging storm. 

The pitch-black darkness that descended after the power outage was so thick that one wouldn’t even be able to make out their own hand in front of them. I felt like danger, and the unknown would swallow me whole at any moment. But he was there with me, accompanying me for what felt like an eternity on that apocalyptic night. 

Back then, I felt like I couldn’t handle it on my own, so I wanted to cling to a straw, to hold onto this steady and exceptionally gentle person beside me. 

Snapping out of the reminiscence, I clear my throat to dispel my embarrassment. 

MC: Y-You don’t need to remember such things so clearly! 

MC: But come to think of it, ever since I met you, I don’t seem to have gotten rained on much. 

MC: Even if I forget my umbrella or can’t catch a ride, you always manage to “scoop” me up right on time. 

LZY: So, as a result, a certain someone has developed the bad habit of not checking the weather forecast before going out? 

MC: …It clearly taught me the good habit of how to “scoop” people up in crucial moments! 

The car stops at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light. Li Zeyan casts a glance my way, his lips curving into a smile as he strokes my head. 

LZY: Given that the person “scooping” me up is also the one I want to see, it does feel pretty good. 

His warm palm rests on my head for a moment before sliding down to my cheek with yearning. A small sense of satisfaction leaps in my heart, and I smile, poking his cheek. 

MC: I think I can understand why the prince braves countless perils to reach the princess.

MC: For this moment right now, I’m willing to endure any hardship~

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[Tidbits]:  The call-back of the apocalyptic night is from one of Li Zeyan’s earliest dates, “Doomsday Date,” where MC asks him if he’d dare to like her and if he’d dare to be by her side even if doomsday arrived – and the rest, as they say, is history, quite literally in this case ahah~ (இдஇ; ) 

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【Chapter 3】

“Bzzz!” 

As I step through the doorway and flip the switch for the pendant lamp, to my surprise, the light flickers and then abruptly goes out. 

The inside of the house is instantly taken over by the dimness from outside the windows. Pudding, who was originally crouching at the door to welcome us, lets out a yelp and scurries under the table. 

My mind automatically starts concocting a horror movie scenario, and I immediately step back a few paces. 

MC: What did the power suddenly go out? It was perfectly fine before I left... 

My words are barely out of my mouth when a series of extremely bright streaks of lightning flash outside the window. 

The howling gale rattles the window frames, while the water pipes exposed to the downpour on the side of the building, pelted by large raindrops, are making peculiar noises. 

The continuous flashes of lightning project the wildly swaying shadows of the trees onto the floor, making the storm outside seem even more terrifying. 

Li Zeyan sighs and steps forward, taking hold of my hand that is frozen in mid-air. 

LZY: Are there any spare lights or flashlights in the house? 

MC: Yes, there are, in my room... 

While saying this, I clutch Li Zeyan’s arm and carefully start walking towards my room. A hand reaches out and pulls me into a familiar embrace. 

LZY: Wasn’t a certain someone “scooping people up” pretty amazingly just now? Why are you so nervous now that we’re home? 

MC: ...I guess I’ve been overdoing it with the horror movies lately, and the after-effects are still a bit strong. 

I laugh awkwardly and, relying on the dim light of the flashlight, dig out a large, bulging bag from the storage box. 

MC: Rechargeable desk lamps, some decorative fairy lights, and lanterns. 

MC: They should work if we plug them into the power bank. 

LZY: ...That’s it? 

MC: They can provide light and serve as tools to set the ambiance. Isn’t that wonderful? 

Li Zeyan turns on a palm-sized rechargeable desk lamp and releases a small sigh. 

LZY: In that case, the gift I brought you can also be included to make up the difference. 

MC: Huh? What gift? 

Li Zeyan rummages through his suitcase, takes out an exquisitely wrapped box, and gestures for me to open it. 

I lean in closer and find a very charming candle holder with a glass cover nestled inside. 

MC: It’s so beautiful! As expected, CEO Li’s eye for things can never go wrong. 

LZY: Simultaneously doing the job of adding flowers to the brocade and delivering charcoal in snowy weather一 it definitely seems to be maximizing its value.  

LZY: Come on, let’s go and light up all the lamps that we can use first. 

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With me “lending a hand” by holding the flashlight through the entire process, dinner and Pudding’s salmon cake are soon prepared. 

Pudding, who had been hiding in the corner this entire time, also forgets his fear under the temptation of delectable food and begins prancing around again. 

After eating and drinking to our fill, I sit on the carpet with another small blanket, light a scented candle, and carefully set it in the candle holder Li Zeyan gifted me. 

Li Zeyan then casually plops down at the foot of the bed where I’m leaning, naturally stretching out his arm for me to use as a pillow. 

I look at Pudding grooming his fur not far away and can’t help but sigh with emotion. 

MC: Time sure flies! Pudding has grown another year older. I wonder what progress he’ll make this year. 

LZY: He wasn’t very brave when he was younger, but now he, too, looks after the house on his own and appears to be fairly calm and composed. 

MC: Why did you use “too“? I suspect you’re insinuating something about someone else. 

LZY: Just stating facts. 

LZY: The way a certain someone acted when she walked into the house earlier didn’t exactly resemble the “prince“ who came to pick me up. 

I glance again at the flashes of lightning and thunder rolling outside again, scratching my cheek awkwardly. 

MC: The house just went dark all of a sudden; I wasn’t mentally prepared. 

LZY: What about now? 

LZY: Are you still scared? 

I turned sideways to watch him. The dancing candlelight paints his side profile in a warm glow, and the subtle fragrance of the scented candle melds into his calm gaze, making me gradually relax. 

I hug his arm and pull him into my arms, beaming a wide smile at him. 

MC: I have my “fragrant princess“ in my arms now, and I fear neither getting swept by wind nor being battered by rain any longer. [3]

LZY: Are we sure about who’s in whose arms? 

MC: Does it really make a difference who’s in whose arms? 

Li Zeyan gives me a look that says “whatever you say,” and I smile victoriously at having my way before turning to glance at the pitch-black darkness outside the window.  

The small lights in the room are mirrored on the glass, reminiscent of stars, blurring into a cluster of halos by the unrelenting rain. 

Serenity and turmoil are separated by only a wall. I grasp his wrist and tilt my head, pillowing into his palm and nuzzling against it. 

MC: Luckily, you came back today. Otherwise, I would have definitely dragged you into “simmering a pot of telephone congee” with me all night long. [4]

LZY: That wouldn’t have been too bad either. 

MC: Well, that’s true, but it would have made me seem like I haven’t grown at all... 

I raise my head and look into his slightly puzzled gaze, feeling a little embarrassed as I lower my voice. 

MC: I’m clearly not a child anymore, and many of the things I used to fear shouldn’t be a big deal now. 

MC: Yet when running into situations where I’m not entirely confident, I can’t help feeling a little afraid. 

MC: For instance, a pitch-dark empty house, not being able to find the kitten, and a thunderstorm that I don’t know when will end. 

MC: I still can’t seem to be like you, to be able to keep myself from thinking the worst regardless of the kind of situation I’m confronted with... 

I soliloquize in a whispered tone, and the palm I’m resting my head on suddenly moves. I look up, and my fingers are immediately swept up in a reassuring warmth.

Li Zeyan is pillowing himself on my bolster, covered by a blanket that is clearly not big enough for him, creating for a rather comical scene. Yet, I find myself solely captivated by his extraordinarily serious gaze. 

He quietly watches me like this for some time before finally opening his mouth to respond. 

LZY: Then just be afraid. 

MC: ...Huh? 

LZY: Building courage doesn’t mean you should be absolutely fearless. 

LZY: If you have no reaction to the unknown and uncontrollable, that, on the contrary, is dangerous. 

LZY: For a dummy, knowing how to dodge in the right direction at a critical moment is also progress. 

He strokes the back of my hand meaningfully, and I clasp his fingers even more tightly in tacit understanding. 

In moments of fear and anxiety, I always want to hold onto something, to reassure myself that I’m not facing it alone. 

And this man in front of me, as fortune would have it, always happens to be within my reach, catching my insecurities and leading me along slowly. 

I think back to the first time I “grabbed onto” him, the gentleness in his tone that I had rarely seen, and I can’t help but laugh. 

MC: Well then, it seems I’ve been making progress since the first time I grabbed onto your clothes. 

LZY: Mm-hmm, it hasn’t been easy. 

MC: But I can only advance a little bit at a time. I’ve kept you waiting for so long. 

The corners of his lips curl up slightly, and his eyes, sparkling with a smile, gently embrace me. 

LZY: This isn’t work; nobody is asking anything from you. 

LZY: If you’re afraid, just light up a lamp.

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[Tidbits]

[3] LI ZEYAN WRITERS!!! CRIES AT THE SACRIFICE I HAD TO MAKE AND HOW THE BEAUTY OF THE WORDPLAY JUST GETS LOST IN TRANSLATION HERE 😭 anywho, as you might’ve already noticed, “rescuing the sleeping princess“ theme and the “seeming“ role reversal has been one of the running themes of this date. The term used here is 软香 (lit. meaning soft fragrance), which is usually used to refer to the delicate scent of a woman or a woman in general and, in the context of the times, a palace beauty. The full term MC uses here is 软香在怀 (lit. meaning having ‘soft fragrance’ in one’s arms), which also conveys a deep emotional closeness, a sense of security and comfort as scent is something very sensitive. What the writing does here is kill three birds with one stone— (i) conveying MC’s “prince and princess role reversal“ quip, while also delivering the emotions of the candlelight monologue two sentences prior, i.e., (ii) the fragrance melding into his calm gaze, the vivid imagery of her sensitivity to his presence itself, (iii) the reassuring effect of his being. 

[4] I’m gonna cry; this is such an adorable expression haha 😭 the term MC uses here is “煲电话粥,” which really does mean “simmering telephone congee.” The idea of it is to have a marathon phone call with sb, but it’s more intimate— similar to how simmering sth can take a long time and porridge essentially is a comfort food 😂 

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【Chapter 4】

The night is dark, and the rain seems to have weakened a bit. I hug the blanket and squeeze onto the small bed with Li Zeyan. No matter in which position we lay down, most of our bodies are pressed against each other. 

I watch the person beside me becoming a part of the scene I’ve been familiar with since my childhood days, and for a long time, I find myself unwilling to close my eyes. 

MC: It feels so surreal to have you and Pudding together at my place. 

MC: It’s like having guests at home, but at the same time, it feels like welcoming new members to the family. 

LZY: So, which one do you hope I am? 

MC: I’ve long regarded you as the latter in my heart, obviously. 

MC: However, this situation makes me seem like I’m not being a gracious host... 

MC: Having to deal with the bad weather is one thing, but who knew the electricity in the house would be unstable at a critical moment, and now my bed isn’t big enough either. 

I look up at the small pink pillow under Li Zeyan’s head and sigh softly. Li Zeyan, however, just smiles calmly and brushes aside the hair falling over my face. 

MC: Be careful when you roll over. If you’re afraid of falling off, just hug me a little tighter~ 

LZY: [i’m cRY at how he just plays along with you haha] It’s certainly something to be afraid of. 

Li Zeyan says this as he gets up to turn off the lights, and the room is plunged into darkness once again. 

I reach out my arms towards him and am immediately swept back into his arms. 

MC: Thank you, CEO Li~ How about I repay you with a goodnight kiss? 

LZY: That’s it? 

MC: Then what else do you want? 

I blink my eyes at him, and suddenly, he lifts his hand to cover my sight. 

A soft warmth captures my lips, swallowing my confusion. 

He holds me too tightly in the square of his arms, and his broad palm accidentally presses on my nose, causing my already erratic breathing to become even more difficult to maintain. 

I punch him indignantly, and Li Zeyan finally moves his hand away, his fingers cradling my face. 

LZY: Didn’t you say you wanted to repay me? 

MC: T-This isn’t what I had in mind! 

LZY: Is this not good? 

His warm finger pads caress the side of my face in a back-and-forth motion, leaving me with no refuge to escape but to gaze into his smiling eyes. 

LZY: Instead of letting your imagination run wild every time you’re scared, why not think about something that can put your mind at ease?  

LZY: For example, me. 

LZY: So, consider this as collecting a tip in advance to cover your memories.  

A soft chuckle drifts from above me, and he lifts my face again. With the last hint of light also overlaid, I close my eyes, welcoming this novel memory pertaining to the night’s darkness. 

┈┈┈┈┈┈ ✄ ┈┈┈┈┈┈

The next morning, the sky finally clears up. 

The entire city looks as if it has taken a bath. Under the early morning sunlight, there are glittering lights refracted by water droplets everywhere. 

I summon every bit of my self-control and more to extract myself from Li Zeyan’s warm embrace and rise early to make breakfast. 

Originally, I planned to have him take the day off and recover from jet lag, but as soon as he gets out of bed, he receives a call from LFG, saying there is an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with in person. 

I watch as a certain someone at the dining table finishes his breakfast with a sullen look on his face and can’t help but burst into laughter. 

MC: Who knew even CEO Li could show such a “rebellious” expression about having to work overtime. 

LZY: ...It’s just that I haven’t gotten over the jet lag yet.  

MC: Who told you not to sleep obediently last night? 

I stand up with a laugh before he can glare at me and push his suitcase to the door for him. Li Zeyan dons his coat, seems to hesitate for a moment, and then turns back to look at me. 

MC: What’s wrong? 

LZY: Nothing. 

MC: It doesn’t seem like you’ve left anything behind, have you? 

I look around to check while speaking, but I realize that Li Zeyan has kept his gaze trained on me, with no intention of searching for anything. 

I blink my eyes, and an adorable guess bubbles up in my heart. 

MC: Could it be that... CEO Li is unwilling to leave? 

Li Zeyan grips the handle of the suitcase, averts his eyes, and smiles. 

LZY: Let Pudding stay at your place for one more day. 

MC: No worries, we’ll get along perfectly. 

He doesn’t give a direct answer to my question, so I take it as his tacit assent and continue along with his words. 

LZY: He ate quite a lot last night, so feed him less cat food today. 

MC: Understood~ 

LZY: Be careful with the electricity today, and if you run into any issues, reach out to me right away. 

MC: Uh-huh, anything else you want to remind me of? 

I stare at him, smiling giddily. Li Zeyan opens his mouth, but in the end, he just displays a helpless expression and says nothing. 

The rare instance of not being able to find the words to say, the rare moments of being dumbstruck and not knowing how to reply, the rare scenario of dragging his feet about going to work... 

All of this shows that he is really unwilling to leave. 

I smile even happier and tiptoe up to lock my arms around his neck.  

Li Zeyan seems a bit puzzled, but he promptly supports my waist and arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. 

MC: Hehe, consider this as a tip you’re paying in advance. 

MC: This way, whenever you feel overwhelmed in the future, you will think of only me. 

I mimic his words from last night, and even reach up to muss his hair. 

LZY: Little copycat. 

Li Zeyan seems to want to resist this “childish” act subconsciously, but his arms betray his honest feelings and draw me in even tighter. 

He looks at me with a silly smile on my face, about to say something when I suddenly feel a tickle on my ankle, as if something furry is rubbing against it. 

Just as I’m about to look down, my face is pinched by someone. 

I’m compelled to raise my head and see the sunlight falling on Li Zeyan. 

The locks of hair hanging over his forehead and eyelashes are all bathed in dazzling, golden-bright luster. He reminds one of a big cat who has just woken up, making people irresistibly want to get closer to him. 

And he does exactly as I wished, taking the initiative to bring this warmth to me. 

The distance between us is reduced to zero, and I naturally close my eyes, welcoming this kiss infused with the warmth of the sunlight. 

Even if a person grows accustomed to the humidity of this city, they will still rejoice when the sky clears and the sunshine beams down. 

Even for those who can see the person they love every day and kiss them whenever they want, they will still find that any small separation feels too long. 

The meow of the kitten rises from our feet, as if it also wants to participate in this wordless goodbye. I gently bite Li Zeyan’s lips, and he, rather reluctantly, pulls back just a bit. 

MC: Mr. Customer, you’re being too generous with your tip. 

With his eyes cast down, he continues to gaze at me, his breath still lingering at the edge of my lips. 

LZY: Because I’ve already fulfilled the conditions you set. 

LZY: Now that I’ve paid double the tip, I’m asking for an upgrade on the terms. 

He raises an eyebrow, as if he is genuinely negotiating with me. 

At such proximity, my mind is already a muddled mess, yet I still manage to capture the answer he desires from the look of yearning in his eyes. 

I strive to muster my willpower, rise on tiptoe, and kiss his lips again.

MC: Then you must work diligently and clock out early... 

MC: And who knows, perhaps I’ll suddenly appear when you’re missing me?

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[arabella-77]

7th Anniversary Arts

it's been 7 years, and I can believe I could play a game that was so lovely for 6 years.

Gavin, I 💙 you 😘

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Fragment Date - English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

[Warning]: The content of this date is pretty explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

He traces a trail of delicate nibbles along my neck, kissing the path where life itself flows.

I feel those affectionate yet slightly demanding marks being etched again and again. For some reason, I find myself speaking without thinking.

"Bite me, Lucien."

Translation under the cut!

[T/N: This date references some dates in the past; like his Prison Date, Monochrome Scenery Exclusive Past and its Event Story,  “Lab Koi” call, his Last year’s Birthday Story, and The Sea No Longer Distant MQ. Since this date has a lot of callback, I think it’d be better if you read those dates, events, and phone calls first if you haven’t :>; or at least the MQ and birthday story one because this date is also some kind of extension to those]

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[Transcript Ver]

=[Part 1]=

I wake up to the faint whirring of the fan and the subtle scent of a fruity fragrance lingering in the air. I turn over in bed, slowly blinking my eyes open.

The brilliant sunlight filters through the lace curtains, casting iridescent patches of light that dance playfully across Lucien's body.

He sits in a rattan chair by the window, flipping through a book in his hand. An exquisite purple clay tea set rests on a side table nearby.

For a fleeting, dreamlike moment, I feel like I've traveled back to the 1970s.

As if sensing my gaze, Lucien turns his head, and a hint of a smile appears in his eyes as he looks at me.

Lucien: It seems a certain lady hasn't adjusted to the time difference yet.

Lucien: It is now noon in U.S. time.

My foggy brain finally starts to turn sluggishly. I leave the bed, drag a chair over to sit beside him and yawn again.

MC: It can't be helped. It's already the wee hours in Loveland City.

Lucien: [teasingly] Oh? But as I recall, a certain night owl sometimes doesn't go to bed obediently even at those hours.

MC: [pouts] ....Hmph, you're one to talk, Mr. I-Don't-Need-Sleep!*

[T/N: MC actually calls him 进化了睡眠的人 here, which literally means “evolved sleep people”, it might be referring to him seemingly have evolved beyond the need of sleep😂]

Lucien: I've been quite well-behaved lately, haven't I? And when it comes to sleep duration, well, let's just say you're the ‘expert’.

Lucien blinks at me innocently, and I quickly take a sip of the tea he offers, hoping he won’t delve deeper into this topic.

A sweet and sour sensation blooms in my mouth. Perhaps there are other unknown herbs added, as I also detect a hint of honeyed sweetness.

✂———————–

=Flashback start=

Ten hours ago, in the dim and quiet cabin, the only sound was the occasional soft tapping of a keyboard from the seat next to me.

I lifted a corner of my eye mask and leaned closer.

MC: It's time for sleep, Professor Lucien. Didn't you say the seminar doesn't start until next week? We arrived three days early.

Lucien: That's true, but I don't plan to use this time for conference preparations.

Lucien: After all, a certain classmate expressed a desire to take this opportunity to visit my lab from my master's and Ph.D. days. I want to dedicate my time fully to you without any interruptions from other matters.

Beyond his words, I sensed other emotions in his earnest tone.

MC: [curiously] Is our Professor Lucien nervous because I'm going to visit the places where you once studied and lived?

Lucien: Yes.

He admitted it frankly, his eyes lit up as he looked at me.

Lucien: That place is very important to me.

Lucien: This feeling is like... inviting you to step into a chapter of my past.

Lucien: It should be a proper occasion, something worth your anticipation.

=Flashback end=

✂———————–

As I step out the door, a wave of heat washes over me. Thankfully, the house is nestled among the trees, providing some relief from the sweltering heat.

Lucien leads me down the stone steps, deeper into the verdant greenery. The lively apple trees grow abundantly, and even the breeze seems to carry a sweet fragrance.

The bed-and-breakfast he booked is located within Carver Estate Farm, not far from the lab. Since it's still early, we decided to take a stroll in the farm's orchard first.

MC: Now I finally feel like I'm truly on an American farm—

Lucien: The furniture and decor in that room can indeed be a bit misleading.

Lucien: That said, the radio and clock in the living room are just decorative pieces, and the stainless steel kettle in the kitchen is also fixed to the table.

Lucien: As for the fan and the TV, including the sewing machine, they actually work and can somewhat be considered "antiques.”

MC: When did you…

Lucien: [chuckles] The wait while you're asleep feels endless*, so I have to keep myself busy.

[T/N: Lucien uses the word "难熬" (literally means hard to bear) to describe his feelings while waiting for MC to wake up. Rather than feeling annoyed, the original sentence conveys a sense of longing and impatience, emphasizing how much he misses her so the wait feels unbearable]

Seeing him speak so seriously, I can't help but give his palm a gentle pinch.

Lucien: To be honest, I was a bit curious. I didn't expect the owner to maintain this style, or rather, deliberately preserve it.

MC: Have you been here before?

Lucien: Mm, Dr. Lawson brought the entire lab here before.

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[T/N: Dr. Lawson was Lucien's mentor during his Master's and PhD years, in those years Lucien also had some seniors like Colt, Caroline, and Elliot. You can read more in Monochrome Scenery Exclusive Past. It can be said that the time during his Master’s and PhD years was the 'happiest' for him, after he abandoned his name and before he met MC. This young boy discovers that he’s not the only genius in this world. Surprisingly, this isn’t a bad thing; because being considered a genius had previously isolated him from his peers, but being surrounded by other geniuses provides him with a taste of mundane life… although he can’t fully taste it due to Black Swan’s pressure :"]

✂———————–

=[Part 2]=

Lucien: I remember it was autumn. We had just finished a phase of our experiment.

Lucien: The process of this experiment was very prolonged, and almost everyone expended a lot of effort. Fortunately, the results exceeded expectations.

Lucien: As a celebration, or perhaps simply out of a need for a break, Dr. Lawson suggested an outing after the experiment concluded.

MC: Sounds like a team-building activity?

Lucien: [chuckles] You could say that.

Lucien smiles lightly.

Lucien: At first, we all thought it would just be a matter of finding a nice restaurant, having a meal and chatting, or going to the theater to watch a performance.

Lucien: It wasn't until everyone received an email from Dr. Lawson that we realized we had been granted a mandatory five-day vacation. And the destination was this very farm estate.

MC: Pfft, Dr. Lawson is quite ceremonious about giving everyone a day off~ So, did everyone just obediently accept the arrangement?

I notice Lucien pausing, lost in thought, which is unusual for him. Then, a smile spreads on his lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] Not exactly.

Lucien: Eventually, everyone practically treated this place as a lab annex, almost bringing in equipment. Fortunately, the farm owner was an old friend of Dr. Lawson's, so we weren't kicked out.

MC: Hahaha, I knew it!

As we walk deeper into the apple orchard, the intertwined branches and leaves block out the sunlight, creating a vast expanse of shade. Vibrant red apples dot the lush greenery, looking especially tempting.

Lucien: The farm owner is an elderly Chinese gentleman. It's said that he and his wife came here to live when they were young, and this apple orchard was also planted by them with their own hands.

MC: No wonder. I think I suddenly understand why the house's decor feels so nostalgic.

Lucien: Perhaps it's precisely because they've been away for so long that they need tangible things to solidify those memories.

The swaying shadows of the trees dance in his deep eyes, and even though he's talking about someone else, I feel like I'm hearing unspoken words meant for himself.

So I rise on my tiptoes and cup his face, turning it towards me.

MC: So today, little Lucien is revisiting his old stomping grounds~ And as such an accomplished young professor, no less!

MC: This memory is very precious, and it's important to solidify it well.

Lucien: Is that so?

His voice is soft as he lowers his eyelashes and gazes into my eyes.

I feel like my entire being is almost seen through by him. He doesn't say a word, just keeps looking at me.

MC: Why are you staring at me?

Lucien: [chuckles] I'm solidifying this memory.

MC: Um?

Lucien: Because I'm not just here by myself.

Lucien: Today, I'm revisiting this place with my girlfriend. I want to look closely, carefully, and remember your appearance clearly.

I can't help but laugh, my fingertips brushing against his earlobe.

MC: Then how about remembering a bit more~ What else did little Lucien do here?

Lucien: I ate the apples.

MC: ....That doesn't count!

Lucien: Of course it counts. To be precise, it was an apple feast, with apple pie, apple muffins, apple salad, apple stew…

MC: Stop...! You're making me dizzy just looking at these apple trees now.

MC: I feel like they're saying to me, "I'm apple pie, I'm apple muffin…”

I dramatically shake my head and point to the huge fruits hanging above us.

Lucien seems amused by my actions. Seizing the moment, he smoothly takes my hand and plucks the apple hanging closest to us.

Lucien: [chuckles] Then let's eat them all, one by one.

He finishes speaking and even "conjures" a thin blanket from his bag, spreading it on the ground. He pulls me, who is still processing the moment, to sit under the tree.

His seamless actions leave me completely unable to keep up with him, and my questions come out in a jumble.

MC: C- Can we just pick the apples here? And sit down like this? And this blanket…

Lucien: I told you waiting for you to wake up feels endless, and I wasn't lying.

He looks as if he knows I can't do anything about him, and his tone, though seemingly aggrieved, is full of triumph.

We sit side-by-side under the tree, falling into a brief silence. The wind gently blows, as if not wanting to disturb this tranquility.

Lucien & MC: What are you thinking about?

Suddenly, we speak at the same time, and the unexpected coincidence makes us look at each other and laugh.

MC: You go first~

Lucien: I was wondering if an apple might fall on my head.

He says it so seriously that I find it rather cute. On a whim, I get up, pluck an apple, and then gently tap him on the head.

MC: Knock knock…

Lucien seems surprised by my action, the light in his pupils flickers.

Lucien: [gently] What about you?

MC: Me…

I smile sheepishly.

MC: I thought of a fairy tale, Prince... Snow White.

Lucien: But that's not how I remember the story?

MC: Because… this is a story I imagined!

Lucien nods thoughtfully, not minding my nonsense at all, but instead curving his eyes in a good mood.

Lucien: Then in your story, who are you?

This question stumps me for a moment, and I pause to think seriously before answering.

MC: I'm the magic mirror.

Lucien: Because the magic mirror knows everything?

MC: [smiles softly] Not really, it's because the magic mirror only looks at...the prince.

MC: And if I were the magic mirror, I wouldn't need you to ask, I'd tell you that—

MC: Lucien is the most handsome, the most intelligent, the most amazing, and the person I love the most in this entire world.

My voice is not loud, yet it feels like the entire orchard of apples has heard it. Their already gorgeous red blushing even deeper, making their vibrancy impossible to conceal.

My clamorous heart seems to be thoroughly exposed by the sun, allowing me to distinctly feel its beating and clearly see the smile filling Lucien's eyes.

He lowers his head, takes a bite of the apple in his hand, and lies down without hesitation.

Our hands, which have been holding each other all along, pull me slightly forward because of his sudden movement.

MC: …!

Lucien lies lazily on the plush blanket, each strand of hair scattering softly, as if quietly outlining his innermost feeling at this moment.

His already loose shirt falls open completely, revealing a patch of skin.

He gently blinks and the corners of his lips slightly curl up.

Under the scorching heat, the apples hanging from the branches exude an even more enticing fragrance.

The wind gathers from afar, wave after wave, sweeping through the villa, the woods, and each apple tree, carrying an increasingly rich scent toward us.

His fingertip traces mine, gently caressing the sensitive skin between my thumb and index finger.

It's like some kind of seduction.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] Miss Magic Mirror, I've been poisoned.

His voice is soft as if melting into the sunlight, yet it possesses a bewitching power that makes one willingly lean closer to him.

Lucien: You can kiss me now.

✂———————–

[T/N: Prince Snow White and Miss Magic Mirror… it’s a reference to his second Halloween date; Prison Date! Also, I love the way it seamlessly fits in the theme of ‘lover is like a mirror’ from last year's kiss SP; Blooming Amidst Turbulent Desires MQ... perhaps by seeing your lover's eyes you can see the real and complete you :”. And unique to Lucien, it could be that only through seeing his reflection in her eyes can he perceive the colorful version of himself]

✂———————–

=[Part 3]= 

After buying some apple cookies at the farm store and making a reservation for apple cider making tomorrow, we drive to Dr. Lawson's lab.

The asphalt road under the shade of the trees glistens in the summer light. In the distance, sailboats glide on the river and people cycle along the riverbank.

Perhaps it's due to the fluttering anticipation in my heart, but the half-hour drive feels like it's over in the blink of an eye.

✂———————–

Lucien: Dr. Lawson is giving a lecture in London this week, and the current head of the lab is my senior, Colt. After graduation, he stayed on to continue the research.

Lucien: But he happens to be leading a group of students in an academic exchange with another lab today…

Lucien pauses for a moment, moves the gift bag he just placed on the desk to the side, and takes a sticky note off the computer screen.

Lucien: [quietly reading the sticky note] …..

He waves the sticky note at me, and I can clearly see the lively handwriting on it: "Enjoy: )".

Lucien: It seems like no one will be back today. In that case, let's graciously accept this invitation to enjoy ourselves.*

[T/N: "恭敬不如从命" means “it's more respectful to follow a request than to decline it out of politeness.” In this case, rather than refusing Colt's invitation, they graciously accept and agree to enjoy the day as requested]

✂———————–

The white walls make the spacious corridor even brighter. Along the way, the walls of classrooms and laboratories are adorned with various awards and patent certificates.

It seems that just by passing through, one can feel countless figures with unceasing footsteps, moving forward persistently and rationally, knocking on one unknown door after another.

✂———————–

Lucien: The desk by the window was the place I most often sat in the lab. Because I always sat there, it eventually became my ‘workstation’.

Lucien: Even if I arrived late, everyone would save this seat for me;

Lucien: [chuckles] But I don't really have a fixed seat in the library. I've never known if those people who are already looking up information early in the morning are actually early risers or if they just never went to bed;

Lucien: Occasionally, when the weather was nice, professors would take us out to the lawn for class;

Lucien: This vending machine used to swallow coins. I wonder if it's been fixed…

Lucien leads me through the corridor, past the small garden, into classrooms, laboratories, and the library…

Perhaps even he himself hasn't realized it, but returning here has made him happy.

It's in the little things he doesn't even realize he's doing: the way his steps quicken without him noticing, the instinctive caress of his fingertips against my palm, the soft murmurs he makes when he notices something different from his memories.

And even the hint of joy as he reveals those past memories with me.

He leads me by the hand through every nook and cranny of this place, making me feel as if I'm walking through his youth.

Finally, we arrive at the dormitory building. 

Lucien: Generally, everyone lives here. They're mostly single rooms, so you have a lot of privacy.

MC: I remember you mentioned it before, so is this the common lounge area?

In this not-so-large space in front of us, several sofas and coffee tables are neatly arranged, and the bar counter displays simple everyday items.

Lucien: Mm, usually everyone relaxes here while waiting for experiment results. Occasionally, we also play a round of NOU.

MC: Pfft, I didn't expect this kind of leisure activity.

Lucien: [chuckles] To be precise, it's a traditional activity.

Sensing an interesting topic, I quickly shake his hand and press for more details.

MC: What else? What other things do you do?

Lucien thinks for a moment, then suddenly smiles.

Lucien: There's actually one interesting thing.

Lucien: In the past, before important experimental results were concluded, everyone would tacitly let a certain colleague touch the experiment machine a few more times, and then pray to it.

Lucien: And often, the results wouldn't be too bad, and there was a high probability of exceeding expectations.

MC: Hahaha, so he's the ‘lab koi’ you were talking about!

[T/N: It’s a reference to the  “Lab Koi” call from last year!]

Lucien nods, the warm white light tracing the contours of his face, making his features appear even softer.

I can hear the nostalgia in his voice that he unintentionally revealed, and I know that he might be thinking about a lot of things at this moment.

I'm reluctant to break this brief silence*, my gaze subconsciously drifting towards this lounge, as if I could catch a glimpse of the genius boy who had once been here.

[T/N: The phrase "不舍得" (bù shě de) expresses a reluctance or unwillingness to part with something precious or cherished. While the English translation "reluctant" conveys the general idea, it might not fully capture the way MC cherishes this rare moment of Lucien being so nostalgic that she's reluctant to break🤧]

Suddenly, my attention is drawn to the wall next to the bar counter.

It's a small display wall. Besides showcasing some achievement certificates of past researchers, there's also a handwritten message board and some photos.

It turns out there will always be someone who earnestly preserves and longs for the past, with all its time and traces.

I quickly find a familiar figure among them.

It's a slightly blurry photo, almost as if it were a frame grabbed from a video.

The boy surrounded by the crowds slightly widened his eyes, a bouquet of flowers was thrust into his arms as he let the others boisterously tease and laugh around him.

Lucien: [chuckles, his voice exclaims a little in surprise] ...So, I really was quite surprised back then.

Lucien quietly walks up behind me at some point, his gaze intently fixed on this photo.

The world is truly a wondrous place. It appears to operate according to established principles, yet it often defies logic.

Those emotions that he never understood in the past are now brought before him in some fateful way, regaining their meaning and significance.

Lucien gazes at the girl beside him, observing her happiness and surprise, witnessing all the beautiful emotions that have blossomed because of him.

But she has no idea that her existence has allowed him to see how beautiful the world is.

Lucien's gaze slowly returned to the photo.

Countless colorful ribbons flutter in the air, shimmering and sparkling. The colors, engraved with blessings and well-wishes, seem to transcend time, flowing into his eyes in this very moment.

He speaks softly.

Lucien: It turns out that day was actually so lively.

✂———————–

The last scene is about his Last year’s Birthday Story! He graduated with his PhD on his birthday. This graduation was celebrated by his seniors and professor. At that time, everything was monochrome in his eyes. However, visiting the place with MC and seeing his graduation photo with her brings color to a memory that was once only in black and white. He now realizes how lively and vibrant that day truly was.

✂———————–

=[Part 4]=

MC: Are you saying that Senior Brother Colt and Senior Sister Caroline being together was something specifically emailed to you?

Lucien gives a helpless smile.

Lucien: Their reasoning was that I'd receive the information faster by email, and it turns out they were absolutely right.

MC: Hahaha!

We walk back, laughing and chatting. Along the way, I listen to Lucien share stories from his past that he seldom opens up about, about the later developments of his companions, and their current situations.

Some things he tells me without much recollection, while others he needs to think about for a moment. But it seems that the process of remembering makes him a bit happier.

One intersection away from the farm, we pass by a market and stop to buy some food.

Lucien: I'll take the things to the car first, wait for me here.

MC: Okay~ I'll be right here at the market.

While waiting for Lucien to get the car, I notice a stall at the market.

A silver-haired grandma is engrossed in weaving bracelets, her stall filled with dazzling beaded ornaments that shimmer under the soft glow of the glass lamps.

Suddenly, an idea strikes me, and I walk towards the stall.

✂———————–

MC: Ah, it's so hot.

As soon as I enter the house, I hurriedly turn on the air conditioner and fan.

Although the temperature here is still quite pleasant compared to the summer in Loveland City, I’m probably still jet-lagged that I feel a little dizzy.

Struggling to fight the rising drowsiness, I sort and organize the purchased items with Lucien.

Lucien: How about having dinner at the farm's eco-restaurant tonight? That way you can sleep earlier and won't be too tired.

Lucien: Or should we go somewhere farther to try some local specialties?

MC: Either is fine with me~ But before we eat, I need to do something important first.

I arrange the washed apples in a fruit bowl and pull Lucien to sit down with me.

I fish the woven bracelet I bought earlier from the stall out of my pocket. I pull his arm towards me and carefully, with a sense of cherishing, fasten the bracelet around his wrist.

Lucien clasps my wrist in return, his gaze shifting from the bracelet to me, as if waiting for an explanation.

MC: It's just... I suddenly wanted to give you something.

MC: Maybe it's because I saw your photos in the lounge earlier, or maybe it's because I heard so much about your past today.

MC: Even though I knew what those days truly meant to you, it wasn't until I actually went there that I realized…

MC: Everything about Lucien has been well treasured.

He's looking at me, hanging on to my every word.

MC: I'm so lucky to have picked them up again and to have pieced them together with you.

MC: To let them become you, the complete person standing before me.

Gazing into his eyes and seeing the one and only figure reflected there, I feel surprisingly calm and settled inside.

I gently caress his wrist twice.

MC: You see, I tied this knot myself! And I picked out this little agate bead super carefully. Don't you think it's pretty?

MC: It can be like the apple that falls on your head and sparks inspiration or the one that tempts you to be curious about everything.

MC: But now, it is also the "apple" I am giving to you.

MC: [smiles softly] Lucien, I hope the present me can also become a special fragment, forever remaining in your memories.

Pinkish-purple hues gently paint the horizon, and a beam of light happens to fall in, illuminating the agate bead.

The smooth texture is brightly highlighted, making the color seem to dance, leaping into those beautiful dark eyes.

Lucien: [softly] Indeed… very vibrant.

Lucien: Like an apple.

As he says this, he looks at me, his brows and eyes curving into a beautiful arc, leaving me momentarily unsure of what exactly he's referring to.

MC: Then let’s go eat…!

My cheeks start to feel warm as I belatedly realize what he means, and as I try to rise from his embrace, an irresistible force pulls me back onto his lap.

The arm wrapped around my waist tightens slightly, deepening the embrace.

Lucien: [whispers seductively] Before that, I also have something important to do.

He lowers his head, kissing the little agate bead cherishingly, then gently moves his kisses to my fingertips resting on his wrist, his lips slowly trailing upward, inch by inch.

Each kiss is feather light and slow, as if he’s carefully tracing every detail, until every part of my skin is stained with his warmth.

Lucien: MC.

He gives my earlobe another gentle peck before pulling back slightly, creating a small distance between us.

Lucien: [softly] Today, I've felt the significance of those seemingly meaningless moments from the past.

Lucien: It turns out there are many other people in my dreams.

[T/N: This part is what I mean by the date being the extension of last month's MQ (The Sea No Longer Distant MQ). It can be said that on this date, Lucien finally understands what MC means in that MQ. It's like... growing a 'heart' and feeling emotions that he doesn't comprehend before. He's lucky to have many people willing to ‘dream’ together with him🥺]

His abrupt change of topic leaves me momentarily confused as if he’s speaking in riddles. It takes me a moment to catch up and understand what he’s talking about.

Memories of the beach from a month ago flood back. I look into those eyes that are still fixed on me, and I seem to see emotions in them that weren't there before.

Lucien: You're right. People are complex, and they're also greedy.

Lucien: Because of you, I've accepted many things, and as a result, I desire even more.

Lucien: I'm curious about what other changes I'll experience because of you, and what surprises you'll bring me.

Lucien: And besides curiosity, there's also expectation.

I tilt my head up and kiss the corner of his lips.

MC: Then keep being curious about me.

MC: I like that you're curious about me.

I reach out to touch Lucien's face, wanting to look more clearly into his eyes.

Lucien: [whispers softly] Miss Magic Mirror, can you tell me…

Lucien: In your eyes, what am I like at this very moment?

I can't help but laugh.

MC: Right now, your eyes are the color of the entire sky. They're so beautiful.

MC: Your hair is bestowed with the warm glow of the setting sun, looking soft and fluffy. Your lips…

As I talk, I give him another kiss.

MC: It makes me want to do this.

Lucien also starts laughing.

MC: Lucien, right now, everything about you is complete in my eyes, and I can see you clearly.

He leans down again, his warm and moist breath brushing against my neck as he kisses me, causing subtle tingling sensations on my skin.

I instinctively try to pull away, but as I reach out to hold onto the back of his neck, he firmly holds me in place.

My legs dangle, unable to find a foothold, forcing me to use all my strength to hook onto his lap, while my other hand blindly grabs onto the curtain.

The crimson sunset spills over us unrestrainedly. As if dazzled by the spots of light, Lucien lifts me towards him, shifting a little as he holds me.

Amid the rocking motion, his leg accidentally touches the nearby coffee table, making a noise.

The sudden weightlessness makes me instinctively tighten my arms, causing him to gently bite my collarbone.

His scorching breath brushes against my neck like a feather, his scent overwhelming and filling every corner. It mingles with the fruity fragrance in the air, creating an even more alluring aroma.

Out of the corner of my eye, the goldfish in the fish bowl seem startled as well, swaying and swinging, leaving behind two tangled and intertwined trails*.

The skin grazed by my fingertips starts to burn, and I'm getting hot too.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] MC, you make me feel a gentle gaze.

Right now, we probably can't see each other's expressions, but it's as if we can see everything.

His low, hoarse voice resonates against my neck, and his moving lips make my throat vibrate, as though his words and voice have become my own.

Lucien: [x2] Make me feel truly seen by you, deeply loved by you**.

Lucien: [x3] Make me… feel happy and satisfied.

He traces a trail of delicate nibbles along my neck, kissing the path where life itself flows.

I feel those affectionate yet slightly demanding marks being etched again and again. For some reason, I find myself speaking without thinking.

MC: Bite me, Lucien.

The rustling of clothes suddenly stops, and his breathing also ceases, as if he is holding his breath.

I know my face is burning bright red, but I only shyly embrace him, moving myself even closer to him.

MC: I've also been seen by you and possessed by you.

In the sweaty air, I hear his long, drawn-out breath.

But in the next moment, they are all swept into my lips and tongue, obtaining all my oxygen in a different way.

Lucien: [kisses and pants] It is because you possess me that I am complete.

Lucien: [x2] Please keep possessing me forever… MC.

Lucien: [x3] In this world, only you will possess this kind of me.

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———FIN———–

[T/N]

*: The fish in the bowl description might seem out of place, but it's not! It alludes to '鱼水之欢' (lit. 'the joy of fish and water'), which is a Chinese idiom that describes the joy and intimacy of sexual intercourse or the metaphor for the act itself. It's also an idiom that is a metaphor for the intimate and harmonious emotional or sexual life of men and women.

**: This is my favorite line in this because of the way it emphasizes Lucien's feeling of being understood and cherished 🤧 “看见" (kàn jiàn, to see) has the connotation of being acknowledged and truly understood. I think, for Lucien, being ‘seen’ and understood is significant; understanding the world is his thing as a scientist, so when someone makes an effort to understand him, it means a lot to him. Then the use of directly spoken “爱” (ài) which is a very, very sentimental word to say compared to how the west uses ‘love’ regularly… and the way it also encompasses a sense of enduring love, a sense of care, cherishing, and protectiveness🥺

Those last lines!!!!! Under her gaze, he feels utterly seen, completely known, and thus, entirely himself. It's because she possesses him fully that he feels complete. While others in his life may hold only fragments of him, she alone possesses his entirety. As the fox says in "The Little Prince," “But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.” It is through her 'taming' that his completeness becomes something uniquely hers and hers alone.

And as Lucien mentioned in the Radio Broadcast Date, his form of possessiveness goes beyond one-sided control or dominance. Rather than just possessing her, he longs even more for her to possess him. To let her influence and 'change' him. Their possessiveness is a two-way thing: just as he is insatiable and wants all of her, he also craves to belong to the one he loves and to surrender himself entirely. After all, possessiveness is also a form of exceptional cherishing of the other party (his words in radio broadcast date, not mine), and he enjoys the feeling of being cherished and loved in this way.

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Upcoming ER Card

"This year, I’ll be by your side as we begin."

—

[Date Blurbs]

The Ghost Market Pact

Ever since breaking the clay figurine, misfortune has followed you relentlessly.

Just when you thought your luck might turn, you managed to lose the silver hairpin he gave you…

This loss, however, led him to take you to the local ghost market.

There, he promises to retrieve the hairpin, your luck, and even a perfect fireworks display for you.

—"I simply refuse to let you lose."

—

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Sixth Anniversary Livestream

Date: 3 December 2022 (Sunday)

Time: 7pm China Standard Time (GMT+8)

Link: here

[shinydelirium]

Kiro's Perception Date Preview

My luck has always been absolutely terrible but somehow I managed to get Kiro's Alluring karma in 50 pulls😭. Couldn't wait any longer and read the date ASAP cuz that blurb was too tempting to pass up and...it was BEAUTIFULLY SMUTTY/SMUTTILY BEAUTIFUL??? Idk how to describe it and if those words even belong together (they do now) but it was definitely tastefully written. A minor spoiler: HUGE HUGE REFLECTION DATE VIBES!!! (Highly underrated date imo). Also, check out the breathtaking, gorgeous backgrounds!!! 😍🤩💖

[ivyginkgo]

I know that there's a lot of video that post the translation from Mandarin to English already, but if someone interest for read the story at post rather than video, I will help to put the translation.

[arabella-77]

Happy 6th anniversary MLQC CN!

Looking forward EN Anniversary too.

Happy 6th Anniversary!!!! Looking forward to 7th!!!!

[thebookwyrmn]

Brand new event karmas are hitting the CN server of MLQC.

[cheesy09]

[CN] Kiro's Bubble Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Part 1]

The date starts with MC impatiently waiting out in the corridor for Kiro to return home.

Apparently, while filming, the wire to which Kiro was attached to accidentally broke. Fortunately, Kiro had only just been lifted into the air, so all he did was sprain his left leg and receive a few minor scratches. So the crew gave him two weeks off to return to Loveland to go through some rest and rehabilitation.

After a few more minutes of waiting, an elevator arrives at the floor and both Kiro and Savin step out, with Savin busy supporting Kiro. It doesn't take long for Kiro to notice her.

Kiro: Miss Chips, I'm back~

My anxious heart finally settles down. Watching him attempt to take a step towards me, prompts me to step forward and grab onto his arm.

MC: Walk slowly!

With a small "hmm", Kiro takes me into his arms.

Kiro: It's not as serious as you make it out to be. I did an emergency roll when I landed, so it cushioned a lot of the impact.

Kiro: Quite the reaction time, don'tcha think?

Joking in a lighthearted tone, Kiro casually winks at me, as if this really is something not worth worrying about.

Savin frowns and sighs.

Savin: Don't be so stubborn. When I got to the emergency room, your costume was completely drenched in cold sweat.

Savin: MC, let's help him sit down first.

Kiro: .....

Both MC and Savin take Kiro to the living room and he reluctantly lets them, seating himself on the sofa.

After placing a small bag of topical medicine on the table and explaining the dressing change process several times, Savin leaves.

In the silence of the room, MC unbandages Kiro's wound and finds that the skin on his ankle is bruised and swollen, with the wound slightly turned outward.

I purse my lips in anguish, take the medicine out of the bag, and hear Kiro speak in a low voice.

Kiro: I'll do it myself. It just looks bad, but it doesn't really hurt that much.

MC: Come on, if it's as simple as you say, the crew wouldn't have given you so many days off.

I mutter to myself as I watch him skillfully roll up his trouser and squeeze the ointment onto the cotton swab.

When the brown-black ointment touches the wound, his ankle trembles almost imperceptibly, but his tone remains brisk.

Kiro: ...I'm not going to lie to you, I don't have any problems with walking. I'm just a little slower than usual.

Kiro: I guarantee I'll be recovered within the week.

I helplessly look up and gaze into his bright eyes.

MC: Obviously you're the one who's hurt, so why are you comforting me?

Kiro: Well... Because I know you're worried about me.

His sly eyes reveal the comfort of being loved, and he raises his hand to prod the corner of my pursed lips.

Kiro: I haven't seen you for the three weeks and two days that I've been filming on set.

Kiro: Now that we are finally reunited, I don't want to see you always in tears, with that constant worried look on your face.

As he says this, his eyes stare at me without blinking, as if afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears.

Kiro, this idiot...

Bitterness and warmth blend together in my heart. I breathe silently, suppressing my sadness, and try to raise my lips.

MC: Since it's a request from the wounded, I accept.

Kiro: Hmm? If I have something else I want to do, will you agree to that as well?

MC: Certainly.

Kiro: Then I'll have to think about it carefully...

Kiro says in all seriousness, his eyes incidentally sweeping across a corner of the living room, and his voice pauses.

Kiro: Why is your suitcase... are you going somewhere?

I dismissively say "Oh" and unroll a few new bandages.

MC: Do you still remember that popular TV show "The Sound of Rain"?

Kiro: Yep. Even though we hadn't doubled the speed, we still managed to watch six episodes in one night.

MC: Well, the screenwriter for that show is hosting a script writing training session and has invited many veterans from the industry.

MC: I had previously signed up for it and was supposed to leave tomorrow morning.

Kiro nods as he scrolls through the tab, his voice rising a few notes.

Kiro: That's awesome; a director who has won a Best Feature Film Award and many other experts from the Film Academy coming together to exchange ideas...

MC: I'll ask them to cancel my participation in a moment!

Our voices simultaneously intertwine.

The air stills for a moment. Kiro parts his lips, as if wanting to say something, but comes up empty-handed.

I don't ask any further questions, but carefully wrap the bandage around his ankle a few times before speaking in a light-hearted tone.

MC: Don't think too much about it. I hadn't submitted the final confirmation receipt yet and was still thinking about it.

MC: And this isn't the only time I'll get such an opportunity. Perhaps I'll even be able to meet even more important guests next time~

Kiro: ......

Kiro's eyes flicker for a moment, and he quickly nods. Then he turns sideways and picks up his phone from his bag, frowning a bit.

Kiro: ...Is my battery dead already? I still haven't told the director that I'm okay yet.

Kiro: Miss Chips, could I borrow your phone?

MC: Just take it.

I stand up and move to put the medicine away. A moment later, I hear the person behind me give a satisfied hum and uncapping the bottle of juice from the table.

MC: You told him so quickly?

As I say this, I turn around and watch him calmly hand me the phone.

Before the screen went dark, I caught the words "Confirmed attendance" show up on the training course's login page.

I am left slightly stunned, but eventually understand his unspoken thoughts.

The sound of tiny bubbles in the carbonated drink bursting in the air is akin to my complex and delicate emotions at the moment, causing my throat to close up.

MC: Kiro, I...

Just as I'm about to speak after organising my words, I feel a warm sensation on my wrist.

Kiro places his drink aside, lifts up my hand, and presses it against his cheek, caressing it with a smile.

Kiro: Didn't you say that you would agree to all the requests of the wounded?

Kiro: MC, seize this opportunity and participate with confidence.

Kiro: The next time we meet, I will have fully recovered.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Part 2]

MC: ...The physiotherapist is supposed to come home every day to help you with rehab. If you feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself to do it and ask him to adjust the training intensity.

MC: I've kept the medicine on the bedside table. The note in the bag has the dosage and frequency written on it; and...

My list of instructions are like pebbles, causing the person on the other end of the line to laugh.

Kiro: Mm, you reminded me several times last night, and my memory is pretty reliable, y'know.

Kiro: Hurry up and get on the plane. I can hear your name being called over the intercom.

I reluctantly hang up the phone, hand over the ticket to the flight attendant, and walk onto the corridor.

After some time, MC's plane takes off. As she's about to reach the city, she overhears a couple of flight attendants whispering amongst themselves about some traditional chinese ointment that relieves pain.

When MC is about disembark from the plane, she asks the flight attendant to give her details as to where she can buy the ointment that they mentioned.

The flight attendant writes down the address on a piece of note paper and hands it to her.

After exiting the terminal, MC pays a visit to the pharmacy and sends the medicine back home, after which she texts Kiro about it.

However, she receives no reply. When she decides to call him, no one picks up the phone, and then MC immediately starts to get worried.

MC: ......

I purse my lips, and a terrible inkling suddenly passes through my heart.

The physiotherapist would be arriving to train him at any moment now, and since Kiro is aware of the time, it's impossible that he'd still be sleeping.

Then why...? Did he get into some trouble? Did he fall down?

Several news reports on "accidental injuries while living alone at home" flash through my mind. I decide to give Savin a call and ask him to come over to take a look.

But just as I am about to anxiously open my call logs, I suddenly think of something.

Some time back, I had installed several cameras at home to keep an eye on Apple Box and Cello... At the moment, this should be our fastest solution.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I uneasily open the app. A circle on the interface rotates for a moment, and several windows pop up.

The living room, kitchen, entrance hall... all are found empty. I scroll down, and my fingertips suddenly stop.

In the steamy bathroom, Kiro lazily lounges in the bathtub, his handsome eyes revealing a hint of relaxation.

Seemingly a little bored, he casually scoops up a handful of bubbles from the bathtub, his long legs casually draped over the edge.

MC: [blushing] .....

My heartbeat quickens. Just as I'm about to close the app after making sure that he's safe, I see him turn his head and whisper something to Apple Box as he walks by.

Kiro: ...Are you thinking about her too?

Kiro: But there are still two weeks till that course ends.

Apple Box whimpers coquettishly, and Kiro lets out a soft laugh.

The sound of it enters my ears through the receiver, causing them to itch for some unknown reason. I also find the rate of my heart starting to race.

I suppress the heat that starts to overwhelm my face, and continue listening as he speaks.

Kiro: Are you asking me?...I don’t know what she is doing now either.

Kiro: It would've been nice if we could put a small camera on top of her head.

Kiro: That way, no matter where the other person is, you'd always be able to see them when you miss them.

The few bubbles on his cheeks burst and are brushed away. Crystal clear drops of water trickle down his forearm.

He straightens up as if he couldn't care less, and lets the outline of his chest bathe under the wet sunlight.

Kiro: Isn't that right, Miss Chips?

As he speaks, he blinks at the camera and blows up some foam in his hand.

The floating bubbles shimmer, displaying a rainbow of colors, like a light dream, each of which reflects the contours of his figure.

MC: [blushing] ....!

My ears flush and I quickly close the app. Only then do I realize that he must have noticed that I had the camera turned on.

The beat of my heart is akin to bubbles, popping and restless.

With a ding, the sound of a notification on my phone suddenly chimes in. I take a glance at it and the temperature of my cheeks rises again.

Kiro: I didn't have my phone with me just now. Don't worry, MC, I'll make sure to sign for it.

Kiro: PS: I had all the cameras at home cleaned carefully. You're welcome to open them at any time.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Part 3]

In-depth reading of scripts, story analysis, film history... After days of reading, my notes get thicker and thicker.

After finishing up another day of classes, I return to my room with a heavy heart. I sit at the table and flip through my notes, but am unable to write anything.

At that moment, an invite for a video call from Kiro suddenly pops up on my phone.

-[On video call]-

Kiro sits on the floor, holding Cello's paw and waving it at me.

Kiro: Cello is here to say good evening! Please accept this late night greeting~

Concealing my feelings, I smile and tap the screen.

MC: ....Accepted. Then Cello, please tell me, has the person next to you been resting well?

Kiro puts his ear close to Cello and nods seriously amidst the meowing.

Kiro: It said that Kiro's been living a very regular life recently and his health is recovering quickly.

Kiro: After doing a few more sets of movements, today's rehab training will be over~

MC: [worried] Why do I feel like the amount of training has been increasing more and more lately...?

As if he didn't hear my last words, Kiro moves closer to the screen and glances at the open notebook on the table.

Kiro: It's already this late, and you're still rushing to finish your homework?

MC: The professor who was supposed to teach the history of film development has been temporarily replaced by another one, who's way more strict.

Kiro: No wonder you look so sad.

Kiro: Let’s connect our microphones and cheer each other up, then.

I nod and watch Kiro walk a few steps away and start to move his arms.

My headphones suddenly grow quiet, followed only by the sounds of my pen sliding against paper and his breathing as he exercises.

The faint sounds diffuse into the night, as if gently tapping my heart through my eardrums.

MC: .....

I write a few lines, and helplessly purse my lips as I look at the screen. Kiro ties the elastic band around his feet and stretches them one by one.

A hint of sweat oozes out of his cheeks, glowing slightly under the light.

The hand holding the tip of my pen tightens slightly. I stare at Kiro's scabby ankle, and hear him speak.

Kiro: Hmm? Why is MC distracted again...

Kiro: Haven’t had enough rest recently?

MC: ...I'm fine. Compared to realizing my dream, this bit of trouble is nothing.

Kiro: So what is it that's got you so down in the dumps?

I am left slightly stunned. Kiro stops what he's doing, props his chin with one hand and looks at me earnestly.

Kiro: I've noticed that you've been worried for quite a while now. Not only has your writing been intermittent, but your lips are also pursed together so tightly...

I remain silent for a moment, then lean onto the table and sigh softly.

MC: Do you remember what I just said, about the teacher of film history that's been replaced? In fact, he too was reluctant to give up this exchange opportunity.

MC: But his daughter was soon going abroad to study, and this was the last time he could spend time with her before she left. After spending much time weighing the pros and cons, he finally gave up on this opportunity.

I pause. Kiro doesn't urge me. He just looks at me earnestly and attentively.

I find my troubled mood silently soothed by his gaze, and I speak in a low voice.

MC: Although I feel sorry for him, I also understand why he made such a decision. Adults have many concerns when taking a step forward.

MC: There are always times when you are caught in a dilemma and have to weigh the pros and cons before you can come up with a compromise. So I still can't help but wonder...

Kiro: Wonder what?

The voice in my ear is so soft that I feel compelled to lower my voice as well.

MC: ...Was my decision to attend this training course really the right one? Am I being too greedy to want it all?

MC: I want to make good use of this learning opportunity, but I can't help but worry about you.

MC: Are you taking good care of yourself every day? Is your leg really no longer in pain? Or are you only telling me what I want to hear and none of the bad stuff so I won't get distracted?

MC: It's like I'm running back and forth on this road. I can't let go of either side, but I can't be satisfied with being on just one side either...

My voice grows lower and lower, and I hear a helpless hum through my headphones.

Kiro: If I were to audition or take up acting lessons, would you have stopped me, Miss Chips?

MC: Of course not! It would be your chance to get one step closer to your dream.

I reply subconsciously. The person on the screen raises his hand and taps his phone, as if tapping my head from a distance.

Kiro: Like you, I too want to see the one I like walk to a more dazzling place.

Kiro: I'd be angry if you gave up the opportunity to grow for me.

Kiro: After all, two people are together to make each other better, not to constantly hold each other back and make compromises.

His voice falls into the warm evening air, carrying with it a soothing lull.

Unable to stop the warmth that fills my heart, I feel the corners of my lips curl up slightly.

MC: I get that in theory...

MC: But in practice, we'll encounter all sorts of problems.

Kiro laughs softly, and his serious question comes through my headset.

Kiro: For example? Let Sir Kiro listen and see if he can help you resolve it.

I turn my head and poke his cheek through the screen.

MC: For example... every night before I go to sleep, I miss you very much.

Those blue eyes flash. Kiro lays on his side on the bed, and looks at me through the screen, just like we usually do when we fall asleep holding each other.

Kiro: I don't seem to have a solution to this problem yet.

Kiro: Then tonight, I'll sleep with you, just like this.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Part 4]

The next morning, MC wakes up to find that her phone showed that call lasted for 246:51 minutes, even though she and Kiro talked for only 2 hours after laying down on the bed together yesterday, until she fell asleep. Which means that Kiro cut the call long after she fell asleep.

A sweet feeling wells up in my heart, and I walk to the sink, sending him a message while brushing my teeth.

MC: I fell asleep yesterday without realizing it and seemed to have forgotten to say good night.

The next second, a big smiling bear pops up on the chat interface.

Kiro: No worries~ I just had an unexpected gain.

Kiro: I found a stray cat "making noise" outside the door and and managed to catch it on the spot.

Along with his voice, a photo of him and the cat comes into view.

The number on the door panel behind him... Was that my room number?!

I am left stunned for a moment, then quickly move to open the door and come face-to-face with Kiro's smiling eyes.

He leans against the door frame, his slender figure outlined by the morning light, forming a slightly glowing silhouette.

Kiro: Now, you can say good morning to me~

MC: [worried] ...Why did you sneak over here instead of resting up at home?

Even as I say this, I can't stop myself from quickly taking him into my arms, sensing the beating in my chest quicken a bit.

The person I think about day and night is right in front of me. Simply spending another moment just looking at him makes the corners of my mouth curl up helplessly.

After Kiro walks into the room with his suitcase, he winks at me fearlessly.

Kiro: Because last night my girlfriend said this to me: "Every night before going to sleep, I miss you very much."

MC: ...You didn't have to fly here just for that! Aren't you worried that your injury will get worse?

I raise my voice slightly and nervously look at his wound.

Noticing my gaze, Kiro leans back into the sofa and casually shakes his ankles.

Kiro: Don't worry, you see, it's almost recovered!

MC: Come on... A certain someone said something similar when Savin brought him back.

Kiro and I look at each other for a moment, and then he lets out a long sigh.

Kiro: It seems that Miss Chips won't feel at ease unless I let her examine it for herself.

Kiro: Then I'll go take a shower first. I'll let you check the condition of the wound later.

Kiro says as he walks into the bathroom. After the metal switch makes a brief sound, the faint sound of water can be heard.

I pull his suitcase to the corner and place it next to my suitcase. Just as I am about to turn around, I hear a crash in the bathroom.

MC: ...What happened?

No echo comes from the bathroom, and even the sound of water stops. I stand there for a moment, but am unable to keep myself from walking into the bathroom.

The misty heat hits me in the face, and water marks twist and turn on the dark floor. Behind the misty shower curtain, a familiar figure is vaguely visible.

MC: Kiro? Are you okay?

Kiro: .....

Unable to hear his voice clearly, I step closer to the bathtub, and in the next second, his palm suddenly latches onto my wrist. Kiro pushes the shower curtain aside, chuckles and shakes his hand that is clasped with mine.

Kiro: That's not good. Have I become someone so fragile in your eyes, MC?

MC: You are a wounded soldier right now, the situation is different...

A few strands of wet hair stick to his cheeks, and the bright light reflects in his eyes, granting them a mischievous glow.

Kiro: You should be able to see it clearly now.

Kiro: How am I recovering? Do you want to see for yourself?

His wet fingertips grasp my arms and then slowly move down to my waist.

Fearing that I might touch his wound, I am left with no choice but to lean towards him to close the distance between us again.

Kiro: I got the go-ahead from my physiotherapist before I left.

Kiro: Appropriate activities now will not affect my body, but will help me recover, so don't worry.

Warm foam surges between us. I purse my lips and gently brush his scabbed wound.

MC: The original treatment plan was for two weeks... Is it really possible to start this early?

Kiro: Probably 'cause my physical fitness is different from regular people? During rehab, I managed to do a little extra.

He downplays it, as if it's just a trivial matter that one need not pay any attention to, but the message is made clear to me.

All the training that he'd been doing late at night during our previous video call finally makes sense now.

I blink and pinch his face helplessly.

MC: Honestly... It was already a hard enough plan to follow as it was.

Kiro: Maybe. But the producer MC said something that I think makes sense.

The voice beside my ear grows softer, and the faint smile on his lips makes my heart beat faster for some reason.

MC: ....What?

Kiro: "Compared to realizing my dream, this bit of trouble is nothing."

Kiro: What I long for most during this period of time is to be by your side.

The misty water vapor gathers again. My figure is vaguely reflected in those eyes, preventing me from looking away.

A warm current surges from my heart. I can't help but raise my hand and touch his cheek.

MC: Then now, in this moment, my dreams have come true as well.

As our breaths intertwine, I release my arms from their place at the edge of the bathtub and gently kiss him on the lips.

The arms behind me tighten, and in a daze, I seem to hear a satisfied sigh, but I have no time to pay it any mind.

Our longing for each other after this long separation, the joy of our reunion, and the subtle throbbing ache in my heart, all melt into this increasingly deep kiss.

The warm water rises, and the swaying foam and current soaks us through.

Until every place is finally imbued with our breaths.

[END]

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

Masterlist: Here

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

【Li Zeyan’s 2025 birthday PV (subbed) + Karma】

“So many people have sent me their blessings, what about yours?”

“Right now, in this very moment, my wish has already come true.”

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[arabella-77]

7th Anniversary MLQC China

7th anniversary art ❤💜💛💙🖤

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Entangling Date - English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

[Warning]: The content of this date is currently the most explicit compared to other SSR dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

// ⚠️ cw v*re-ish theme, (not heavy) blood, dubious consent, (magic) bondage, strangulation you'll never guess who. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these topics

[Translation Notes]

In here, both MC and Lucien are Snake Demons (蛇妖). Demons (妖 yāo) – (which is sometimes left untranslated as “Yao” or alternatively translated as Monsters) are born when an animal, plant, or even an inanimate object absorbs spiritual energy over a long period and then gains spiritual awareness. They're not necessarily evil and are different from 魔 (Mó)/Evil Spirits. Still, their identity as such beings in this AU is important to remember because it means that both MC and Lucien are indifferent to human standards of morality.

Also in this date, there's a concept of cultivation or "修炼" (xiūliàn), which is a central concept in many Chinese fantasy genres, particularly in xianxia (仙侠) literature. It involves the practice of refining one's body, mind, and spirit to achieve higher levels of power, enlightenment, or immortality. As for other terms… I'll add T/N if there are more specific terms ahah-

And, let me explain a bit about the v*re theme... So, in some Chinese fantasy literature and cultivation stories, consuming others can be a method of cultivation. This practice might involve eating parts of these beings to gain their powers or absorb their essence, which is believed to advance their cultivation level. Although I’m also kind of convinced with what Chuverall said that ‘hunger’ here is a metaphor for another kind of desire or Lucien just genuinely confuses lust with hunger😂

[Pre-evolve call - Wandering Ballpoint pen]

[Subbed Video]

I highly recommend watching the subbed video! I SWEAR I never heard him moan and pant so much on one date or heck, even in ASMR.

In case YouTube decides the date is too explicit, I also upload it on Twitter.

Also, to avoid the video getting deleted by youtube, I age-restricted it u.u

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[Transcript Ver]

—[Part 1]—

I'm starving.

I swallow a pile of random 'food' expressionlessly, yet the intense emptiness and hunger are not satisfied in the slightest.

Immense power courses through my body, but it seems as if it is confined within an earthen jar, desperately trying to find an outlet, yet unable to find a way out.

I am well aware that, after four hundred years, I have once again encountered the opportunity to break through the Primordial Spirit stage.

Back then, I devoured the crocodile demon that had occupied the deep pool for hundreds of years, and only after digesting its entire Primordial Spirit did I successfully achieve the breakthrough.

[T/N: Primordial spirit or 元神 (yuán shén) is typically regarded as a higher, more refined level of consciousness or spiritual essence within a being. If cultivated enough, a primordial spirit can gain some consciousness and you can project yourself outward (important for the later part ;)]

[T/N: A breakthrough in cultivation refers to a significant leap in spiritual or martial progress, often leading to enhanced abilities or a higher level of power. It can happen several times.]

I feel the surge of power within me, and now I only crave for more.

Half a country's worth of humans is probably not enough. I still need to find a way to concentrate on cultivation, or perhaps consume another powerful being.

The harsh, blazing sunlight pierces through the cave entrance, casting a bright circle inside the cave.

I squint my eyes, lazily stretching my snake tail towards the patch of light.

The cautious tip of my snake tail ventures only an inch into the light but is instantly pierced by the scorching heat, causing it to shudder and quickly recoil back into the shadows.

MC: …So hot.

MC: I'll think about it later.

The chilly and damp stone cave dispels the scorching heat of the sun. I close my eyes and adjust my position for greater comfort, half my body submerged in the pool water.

There's no need to rush. After all, this scorching summer heat that could kill a demon is a mysterious demon-slaying technique in itself.

??: …

Suddenly, I sense something entering my cave.

It's just that the little creature's demonic power is too weak to stir even a sliver of my interest.

Perhaps because of my indifference, "it" seems to be growing bolder, venturing closer and even approaching my pool.

Slightly displeased, I open my eyes, only to meet with a pair of unfamiliar eyes—deep and brimming with smiles.

??: So hot. May I borrow a corner of your abode, My Lord?

The man's clothes hang loosely on his frame, barely concealing his broad, sculpted chest in a manner that seems almost deliberate as he leans casually against a nearby rock.

[T/N: The use of 欲盖弥彰 😂 This idiom literally means "trying to cover up but only making it more obvious." This implies that his attempt to ‘dress modestly’ is actually drawing more attention to his physique and carrying a subtle hint of deliberate seduction LOL]

Who is he?

Countless lesser monsters inhabit this mountain, and I never pay attention to those I can crush with half a finger.

But perhaps it's because I'm so bored, or perhaps because he carries the scent of my own kind, that I can't help but stare at him for a long while.

Lucien: My Lord, my name is Lucien.

Perhaps sensing the reason for my silence, he smiles gracefully and bows his head respectfully.

Lucien: I have been living in this mountain for many years, always relying on your protection, My Lord.

Lucien: I have expressed my gratitude to you many times before, My Lord, but it seems...

He pauses, his deep and bright eyes settling on me.

Lucien: ...those sentiments have not reached you.

Hearing him say this, I try to recall the countless memories I've accumulated over the years on this mountain, but I can't possibly remember the face of every insignificant lesser demon.

Seeing that I still show no reaction, the lesser demon's face seems to stiffen for a brief moment.

But a seductive curve quickly forms on his lips as he steps into the pool.

His body bends gracefully in the pool as water laps over his waist and abdomen, leaving him glistening wet.

He extends his arms into the pool, seemingly sensing and finding my tail as if guided by instinct.

His cold fingertips gently caress my scales, then encircle my tail and draw it towards his chest.

Water droplets run down his hair, trace the contours of his jaw and cascade onto his chest, mingling with the water dripping from the tip of my tail. Together, they seep through his semi-transparent garment, disappearing into the curve of his waist.

The uncomfortable warmth faintly spread over me, yet his audacious behavior piqued my curiosity. I wonder what intriguing actions this lesser demon can do.

But my somewhat arrogant and silent scrutiny doesn't seem to instill any fear in him.

He nuzzles my snake tail with his face, his lips gently pressing against my scales. After a moment of delicate caressing, he—

Suddenly bites down hard.

MC: …!

A tingling numbness quickly spreads from the tip of my tail. The venom is manageable, and it will take me less than a moment to neutralize it.

Yet, in that fleeting moment, a particularly hazy, green-colored figure forms in my mind.

MC: Are you that little green snake who bit my tail decades ago and then fainted?

—[Part 2]—

=Flashback start=

One autumn many years ago, the sunlight was still pleasant, and I was coiled idly in the mountain, feeling bored to death.

The autumn light stretches endlessly, the entire forest suffused with a lingering pleasant fragrance that makes me coil my body even more lazily.

My demonic aura permeates the entire mountain, utterly unrestrained. The lesser demons cower in corners, none foolish enough to dare disturb my tranquility.

Suddenly, a burst of very weak stings prickled the tip of my tail.

Puzzled, I lifted my tail, only to find a small green snake clinging to it.

It must have tried to feed on my energy but was overwhelmed by the backlash of my demonic power. The little snake has already fainted, but its tiny fangs are still tightly embedded in me.

It's natural for creatures to have a predatory instinct, but such a bold and greedy little thing might eventually develop even greater desires.

I observed it for a few more moments with interest before casually tossing it away.

=Flashback ends=

That blurry green shape in the daylight unexpectedly coalesces into the face of the person standing before me.

Turns out it really transformed into a demonic form.

My tail instantly coils around his entire body, tightening around his neck, and pulls him towards me.

MC: What did you say your name was?

Lucien: [his sexy gasps and breathless voice?#(#+-$(asdfghjkl] My Lord, my name is Lucien.

The venomous fangs in his mouth remain unretracted as if deliberately left exposed to provoke.

I grip his upper jaw, my fingertips sliding into his parted lips, caressing the delicate tips of his fangs.

As I gradually apply pressure, a pale yellow liquid slowly trickles down my fingertips.

A fascination stirs within my heart, and I drive the venom to flow uncontrollably until it overflows my palm.

The labored breath escaping his lips doesn't bring even a hint of fear to the face before me. Those eyes, like mysterious deep pools, draw me in completely.

MC: I remember you.

I lick the venom on my fingertips and then lightly lean toward his lips.

MC: Perhaps devouring you wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Lucien: [x2!] It would be my honor to become a part of you, My Lord.

Venom from his fangs spills to the corner of his lips, adding an inexplicable allure to his serene expression.

Lucien: [X3!!] However... to you, my lord, my demonic power is very weak. Even after appearing before you many times, I never caught your attention.

Lucien: [X4!!!] I'm afraid I can't help you achieve your breakthrough, my lord.

[T/N: Throughout this date, he used a "您" (nín) to address MC instead of the usual “你” (nǐ), which is the formal and polite way to say "you" in Chinese. It is used to show respect, deference, and admiration to the person being addressed.]

His face even bears a hint of hidden bitterness, as if silently reproaching me.

MC: How did you know I wanted to breakthrough?

Lucien: Because in my eyes... all I see is your figure.

Lucien: In the corners you never noticed, I've always been watching you.

Through those deep and unfathomable eyes, I see a reflection of a slender white figure, and her face is filled with disdain and inexplicable emotion.

Lucien: You've protected this place for many years, providing us with a safe haven. So, I also wish to contribute my humble efforts to your cause.

Lucien: I have found a group of remarkable humans who might be able to help you break through your cultivation, My Lord.

Half a country wouldn't even suffice.

I form this sentence in my mind but don't say it out loud.

Facing my silence, he gently smiles, as if he had expected it.

Lucien: What do you think, My Lord... about the 361 demon-slaying cultivators of the Qingping Sect, including the Sect Leader—what should be done with them?

His hushed whispers are carried on a breathy exhale and reach my lips. Sinking into the depths of his dark eyes, I curl my lips into a smile.

MC: Is there more to this than meets the eye?

Lucien: In the past two years, many demon hunters from this sect have repeatedly disturbed the peace in the mountain, and many lesser demons have fallen at their hands.

Lucien: My Lord, you have cast spells in this mountain, clearly not wishing to be disturbed. I merely volunteered to ease your worries.

MC: But those bugs always manage to get in, do you know why?

Lucien: A sophisticated formation like yours, My Lord, is naturally beyond the comprehension of a lowly demon like myself.

Lucien: The Qingping Sect is also a great sect with a hundred years of history; [chuckles] Perhaps there are some mysterious and powerful humans there.

Lucien smiles modestly and looks at me obediently.

I close my eyes, pondering his words over and over.

The Qingping Sect people have been coming to the mountain to hunt demons in summer and winter for the past few years. They must have observed my movements.

When I'm dormant, I'm usually too lazy to bother with such trivial matters. But if it's delivered to my doorstep, there's certainly no reason to refuse.

But with Lucien's cultivation level, it should be very difficult for him to handle such a large sect.

I think for a moment, then fling him away.

MC: So, in a place where the talented and powerful people hide, how are you going to offer them to me?

Lucien: I'm just using a few little tricks. You can inspect it now, My Lord.

His words barely leave his lips when the scene before me abruptly blurs. In a flash, I conceal my demonic form.

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An unfamiliar Taoist temple comes into view. We are already standing in the shadows of a corner.

I glance around, slightly raise my fingertips, and strangle Lucien's neck.

MC: Lucien, I don't like being controlled by anything else.

[T/N: MC actually called him 小许 (Xiao Xu) here which can be translated into ‘Little Lu' but that sounds odd in EN-]

Lucien: [gasping for breath and hoarsely says-] Perhaps… I was just too eager, hoping I could be of some help to you.

Lucien: [still with his hoarse voice-] I really long to see you happy.

His eyes curve into a gentle arc, showing a certain beauty that is both pleasing to the eye and delightful to the heart.

I let out a cold snort, dismissing him, and step out of the shadows, releasing my hold on his neck.

The scorching sun beats down mercilessly, making me irritable. Just as I'm about to turn around and warn that little creature to make it quick, I sense an unusually strange and mysterious Qi in the air.

In the shadows, Lucien stands still, his deep, dark eyes hiding a gleam.

Interesting.

A spark of interest ignites within me, and I swagger down the road.

Several demon hunters who look quite delicious pass by me. They appear numb, like puppets, and show no sign of panic in my presence.

??: Ah, it's Mr. Lucien!

Suddenly, a young Daoist Priest seems to regain his senses and runs towards me.

Lucien, who is already standing beside me, responds gently.

Lucien: Greetings, Daoist Priest.

Lucien's eyes shimmer with an emerald green light. As his voice trails off, several nearby demon hunters eagerly gather around, engaging him in conversation.

MC: "Do they know you?"

I glance at Lucien and use a spell to transmit the words directly into his mind.

But he merely smiles faintly, and under the gaze of those empty eyes, he leans down and whispers in my ear.

Lucien: [whispers] Some things are easier to erode from within.

Lucien: After all... I'm just a little green snake.

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—[Part 3]—

Abundant power surges within me. After absorbing and dissolving the last remnants of the primordial spirit, I open my eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

While there's still a long way to go before my primordial spirit breaks through, I won't force it.

The blazing sun overhead reminds me of the day I parted ways with Lucien, leaving me to wonder how many days and nights have slipped by since.

The vastness of time has long since lost its meaning for me.

=Flashback start=

MC: Some of these are for you.

Lucien: …?

Upon hearing my words, he seemed to freeze for a moment, his eyes darkening slightly.

Lucien: If I wanted to keep it all for myself, I wouldn't have invited you, My Lord. All of this is my offering…

MC: You're so long-winded.

MC: Rewards are given for merit; take it if it's given to you. Those are my rules.

I was too lazy to listen to his long-winded speech, so I stood on the steps and looked down at him.

MC: Lucien, I have only one question for you right now.

MC: Aren't you hungry?

Lucien: ….

He stood in my shadow, deeply gazing up at me.

After a long pause, he curled his lips into a bewitching smile, his gaze locked intently on me. He extended his tongue, lightly licking his lips.

Lucien: [the long licking noises!??+$+*+$+] Very hungry, my lord.

=Flashback end=

I stand up and stretch, ready to take a stroll in the mountain and see how Lucien's cultivation is progressing.

He's very clever. In just a few decades, he's not only cultivated into a demon form but also amassed considerable power and even dealt with the entire Qingping Sect.

Perhaps in a few more decades, he could be the final piece I need for my breakthrough.

Just as I am about to leave the cave, I sense an extremely familiar pheromone nearby.

Its owner is cleverly masking their scent within my demonic aura, but it seems they're struggling to maintain the disguise, and faint traces are still leaking through.

I raise my head to gaze at the colossal Buddha statue before me, and then with a swift movement, I stand atop the entwining vines that encircle it. A quick glance reveals a familiar figure—

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Lucien: ...!

His dark green outer robe has slipped down to his arms, revealing a large expanse of his back. The slanting rays of the sun illuminate the faint snake scales on his skin.

Gold dust spills from the cracks in the Buddha statue, scattering around him. One of his hands, unable to contain the surging power, has fully transformed into its demonic form.

His broad and supple snake tail is fully exposed, writhing restlessly against the stone statue, creating a subtle rustling sound as it rubs against the surface.

Fine beads of sweat emerge on his forehead, gradually dampening his hair, which clings stickily to his flushed skin and trails downwards.

Lucien seems surprised by my arrival, turning around with a guarded look, his fingers reaching for his shoulder as if wanting to cover up more.

Lucien: [panting as if he's in a freaking heat] My Lord, how could you...?

MC: Lucien, you're really good at finding places, aren't you?

I examine the area around the Buddha's Hand. Lush bushes cover most of the cave entrance, providing him with ample shelter along with my demonic aura.

A small white snake then slithered into the opening of his clothing, making its way up to his face.

[T/N: Remember what I mentioned about how powerful cultivators can project themselves outward—so this white snake is indeed MC but she has projected her soul outward]

Lucien: [x2] I'm fortunate to have your protection.

He pants lightly, his eyes never leaving even for a moment, fixed firmly on my figure.

Lucien: I understand that you needed to focus on your cultivation and didn't want to be disturbed.

Lucien: [while slightly panting] But I haven't experienced many breakthroughs before. I need to focus all my energy on refining my spirit. Last time, I almost got eaten by other lesser demons…

Lucien: [with more panting and huskier voice] Being by your side, My Lord, I feel more at ease and can also help guard against potential dangers for you.

His husky voice sends tingling sensations through me, making me inexplicably feel a bit hungry.

Lucien: [man literally panting with each sentence?!$+($+$asdjfjdkd] I just didn't expect you to be so powerful, absorbing so many spirits in such a short time…

He furrows his brow in what seems like frustration, which looks a bit cute.

MC: Those are still far from enough, but your breakthrough speed is also faster than I thought.

Lucien: [still with the sus panting as if in heat] It's all… thanks to you, My Lord.

He forces a weak smile, seemingly still struggling to suppress the surging power within him.

I know that feeling, the unbearable heat from the inside out, the frantic surge of Qi sweeping through the body again and again, as the soul drifts between fullness and emptiness.

I've always been on my own, so it's quite interesting to witness someone else going through this for the first time.

Lucien's fingertips continue to tighten, revealing an attractive white color.

He seems to be waiting there, waiting for me to disappear. But I don't.

I wiggle my fingers, and the little white snake glides along his burning skin. Every inch closer elicits a heavier, instinctive gasp from the depths of his throat.

The increasingly prominent snake scales seem to be burning, and his long tail coils around the Buddha's hand over and over while continuously trembling.

MC: Is it hard to bear?

He knows she's laughing.

Through his hazy gaze, he sees the girl perched on a nearby branch, like a wisp of delicate white gauze, overlooking him completely.

He can feel the cold little snake mischievously exploring all over his body as if her fingertips were stroking him.

This makes him feel even more messed up.

The power surges within him, more violently than he anticipated, and it's taking longer than expected.

He overestimated her greed, and at the same time, underestimated his own.

A tremendous sense of emptiness drowns him in an instant, magnified infinitely under her wicked gaze.

At that moment, it's as if he forgets everything.

He instinctively follows that surge of intense force, returning to a darker place, where he finds some form of primitiveness and liberation.

A surge of heat courses through him from his chest to his lower body, carrying him from the heights of the clouds to the mist below.

He is obviously filled with a momentary sense of satisfaction, yet a greater emptiness is born. Amidst the lingering white mist, her eyes always remain clear.

Bright, vile, and charming.

As if shining into his greedy soul, allowing him to see the reflection of his face so clearly.

Lucien: [breathing heavily after some kind of ‘release’...but obviously haven't ‘satisfied’ yet-] ….

Suddenly, I see Lucien smile.

He leans against the Buddha's palm, his entire body sprawled out and clothes in a mess. It's as if he's completely submerged in water.

The tense snake's tail trembles as it lifts, gently and intimately coiling around my wrist.

People say snake demons are masters of seduction, but perhaps they are not even one ten-thousandth as good as the person before me.

Lucien: [panting, whispers hoarsely] Teach me... My Lord.

MC: Aren't you afraid that I'll really eat you?

I laugh and tease him. The moment my toes touch the Buddha's hand, a scorching hot snake's tail wraps tightly around my waist, coiling down to one of my ankles.

With a gentle tug, he pulls me into an even hotter embrace.

Lucien: [moans and pants as he whispers hoarsely] Then just eat me.

Lucien: [x2] From the very beginning, I didn't mind becoming one with you, My Lord.

His breath is hot, and so is his gaze. This kind of temperature, which usually makes me uncomfortable, fills me with some kind of pleasure now.

I gently caress his chest, feeling the surge of Qi within him, and can't help but smile even wider.

MC: If you want to be eaten by me... you're still too weak.

Infusing my power into my palm, I gather his power into one place.

At this moment, I realize that I might have left Lucien with too much force. It's no wonder he hasn't fully absorbed such a massive force. It's also fortunate that he has exceptional abilities.

If he were an ordinary demon, his meridians would have ruptured long ago.

[T/N: Meridians (经脉) are the channels through which Qi/vital energy flows in the body, if it ruptures it can lead to death]

MC: Luckily, you've been able to hold on until now.

MC: But... you still need to work harder.

I push my palm forward, dismantling that power and sending it into his primordial spirit.

I feel myself being hugged tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His snake fangs bite hard into my shoulder and release his venom with a force that feels like a torrent.

The venom he secreted is like sweet honey, devoid of any threat.

When he raises his head again, I see that his deep eyes have become even brighter, as if they have swallowed a thousand surging tides.

MC: How do you feel?

Lucien: [x3] My lord... your body is so cold and feels so good.

His tail coils tighter around me, and his scorching breath falls on my neck.

He seems to have coiled his entire body around me, enveloping me in his center.

Lucien: [x4] You... are very beautiful.

His wet tongue slides again and again across my throat and neck. I feel like his whole body is exuding a delicious scent.

I'm so hungry.

I can't resist the urge to bite his lips. His strong essence is absorbed into my body through our intertwined lips and tongues.

Lucien doesn't resist at all and just hugs me tightly as if devoutly offering his entire being to me.

In an instant, I push him away, meeting his gaze, which seems to hold an air of expectation.

Lucien: [gasping weakly] Are you not going to eat me anymore?

He looks a bit tired, but his lips still rest against mine, like the instinctive nuzzling of an animal.

I don't respond to him, only glancing at him for a moment before covering his captivating eyes with my hand.

MC: Go to sleep.

Just a little longer. If I wait a bit more, he'll be even more delicious, and it'll help me break through even further.

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[T/N: Fun fact: In real life, snakes intertwine their tails and bite each other when they mate. Why do I mention this? Well you'll see :)]

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—[Part 4]—

Over a month later, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the evening breeze brings a chill. I stretch and head down the mountain, holding up my skirt as I walk.

I quite enjoy human festivals. Every year, during these times, the lively and interesting rituals make this frail race seem a bit more endearing.

Bathed in the soft glow, a familiar figure dressed in green appears in my sight.

Lucien: My Lord, it seems quite lively down there. Is that the human "temple fair" they speak of?

MC: You've been in human form for decades, and you know quite a few demon hunters from the Qingping Sect. Haven't you ever been to a temple fair?

Lucien: I'm just a lowly demon, so I wouldn't dare.

Lucien: But if I go with you, I'm sure I'll be able to experience some of the fun.

MC: [smiles softly] Are you a fool?

With a grand sweep of my hand, I lead him into the warm and dazzling sea of lights.

I turn to face him, a smile playing on my lips as I tilt my chin up in a challenge.

MC: Since you're already a demon, you can afford to be even more bolder sometimes.

His pupils dilate sharply. The gently swaying lanterns cast a soft, flickering light as Lucien gazes deeply into my eyes. Then, in a surprising turn, he reaches out and takes my hand in his.

Lucien: I will certainly heed your teachings, My Lord.

We make our way through the bustling crowd. Though Lucien seems a little curious about everything around him, he still walks steadily by my side.

Suddenly, he stops in his tracks.

I turn back to see him carefully wiping a jade bracelet on one of the stalls.

The bracelet is a vibrant green throughout, its color rich and translucent, with a subtle, warm glow. At a glance, it's clearly a piece of exquisite jade.

I don't know why, but that captivating shade of green reminds me of his original appearance.

He quickly pays for it, and amidst the vibrant spectacle of festive lights, gently places the bracelet on my wrist.

MC: What are you doing?

Lucien: I saw that other humans seem to do this. Do you like it?

In that fleeting moment, he seems to be imbued with the essence of the human world. His eyes curve into gentle crescents as he smiles tenderly.

In the vast and endless expanse of time, I can no longer remember if the last person who smiled at me like this was also so soul-stirring.

Perhaps, there has never been such a person before.

MC: Though I can't say whether I like it or not...

MC: But you seem to have become even more delicious.

Lucien seems to smile even more happily. For some reason, I think I see the same emotion of mine reflected in his eyes.

But that's probably just my imagination. Despite his greed, he's ultimately just a weak lesser demon.

As we stroll along, the distant voice of a storyteller drifts towards us.

Storyteller: “Continuing from where we left off, the battle between the thousand-year-old white snake demon of Baihua Mountain and the crocodile demon has been at a standstill for a full hundred days…”

Groups of young boys and girls walk together, their faces flushed with shy smiles. An elderly woman calls out, advertising her steaming hot meat buns. Red firecrackers explode, welcoming a bride from some unknown family.

The festive atmosphere surrounds us. Perhaps influenced by the surroundings, I hear Lucien's curious voice.

Lucien: My Lord, are you also interested in human love?

MC: That's the most impermanent thing in this world.

I take a bite of the candied hawthorn he's holding and gaze at the ordinary faces around us.

MC: It might be interesting, but as demons, we live for far too long. So long that...

MC: Such fragile things can't nourish our parched and greedy souls.

MC: But if you're interested, you could always find a human and experience it a little.

I smile and playfully bop his nose.

MC: [teasingly] But be careful, don't let any bad woman trick you, Lucien.

Lucien: You worry too much. I have no interest in those.

Lucien: Because I've already encountered and tasted something far more delectable.

His dark inky eyes hold my reflection captive, as if drawing me into their hidden depths.

Lucien: Lord MC has taught me everything I wanted to know…

Lucien: As one of the same kind.

Later, Lucien takes the initiative to show me around several places. After we've explored the town extensively, fireworks illuminate the deep night sky.

Lucien: Do you know where we can enjoy the most beautiful fireworks?

MC: You've asked the right demon.

With a flick of my finger, I whisk him away to an ancient pagoda that's been sealed for many years.

The airtight walls keep the interior pitch black. The air is filled with the scent of sandalwood, and the faint sound of fireworks echoes like distant bells.

Lucien: It seems... we can't see any fireworks here.

MC: Just wait.

I turn my palm, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding stone walls suddenly become transparent, as if they were never there.

I pull Lucien to sit at the center of the circular platform. Suddenly, a profusion of vibrant fireworks bursts forth all around us, their carefree beauty so close as if within reach.

The vibrant colors of the fireworks paint Lucien's figure, layer upon layer. For the first time, someone is here with me to enjoy the fireworks, and my heart can't help but fill with a touch of joy.

MC: Humans are so rigid. They think a tranquil place can't also be lively. What a waste of a good spot.

MC: Might as well let these Buddhas enjoy the show too.

Lucien: [softly] Indeed… incredibly beautiful.

As he speaks, it's hard to tell if his eyes are fixed on me or the fireworks behind me.

But beautiful scenery is always fleeting. Soon, the fireworks display comes to an end.

And as I try to stand up, I suddenly realize that I can't move.

Just as I'm about to summon my power, a piercing pain shoots through my entire body. It feels as though some invisible ropes in the air are binding me in place.

While I'm still puzzled, I hear Lucien's surprised voice—

Lucien: ...I didn't expect it to succeed on the first try.

I lift my head, and our gazes collide. His eyes are full of smiles.

His index and middle fingers pressed together, their tips shimmering with a faint light as he swiftly forms an intricate seal in the air.

The instant I see the strikingly familiar gesture, my eyes widen in shock.

MC: ...Why do you know a sealing spell used only by demon hunters?!

Lucien: Humans are rigid, thinking a tranquil place can't be lively. And you demons are just as rigid. Who says...

Lucien: ...a demon can't learn the arts of eliminating demons?

His lips form a triumphant and seductive curve as his cold fingertips caress my cheek.

Lucien: Don't worry, I know my own capabilities.

Lucien: The formation I've set up across the entire town, combined with the second layer of formation at the heart of it, will only restrain you for a short while.

Lucien: [whispers] However, this short time will be enough.

His voice softly weaves into my ears as he holds me tightly in his embrace.

MC: Those places you took me to earlier... were they all part of setting up this formation?

Lucien: That was merely just a test.

Lucien: [chuckles] It was you who said, I could be a bit bolder.

His delicate breath steadily brushes against my neck, making me feel lightheaded that maintaining my human form takes almost all of my strength.

MC: This… this is a Qingping Sect ancient text... You couldn't possibly have had the chance to…

A shockingly unbelievable thought suddenly pops into my mind. I clutch his lapel tightly, my whole body trembling.

MC: So it was you... You found the weakness in the mountain formation and led the Qingping Sect to hunt the demons.

Lucien: Yes, it was me.

All pretense vanishes from his eyes, revealing utterly raw and unbridled greed and desire.

Lucien: Those humans are so easily deceived. As long as I help them kill a few demons, they think I'm a talent worth cultivating.

Lucien: So I had the chance to plant the poison. In just over a decade, they would be completely under my control.

Lucien: And My Lord, you are my best reward.

Lucien: I finally found the opportunity to gain your trust. And with your help, I also obtained the ancient text.

[T/N: I think, her ‘help’ refers to her ‘eating’ the most Sect member which was his offering. Now that the whole sect was gone, he was able to gain access to the Sect's sacred ancient text, which allowed him to learn how to create this formation to trap her-]

His words are incredibly gentle, yet devoid of any warmth. He meticulously plans every step, taking small risks for greater gains. In the end, he uses the entire town as a formation, waiting for me to walk into the trap myself.

MC: Have you been wanting to eat me all along?

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] I've never lied to you.

He smiles as he presses his cold lips against my brow and eyes, tenderly caressing my lips.

Lucien: [his whispers become increasingly obsessive-] I told you, from the moment you appeared in my life, in my eyes... all I see is your figure.

Lucien: [x2!] A snake wanting to eat another snake… that's normal, isn't it…?

Lucien: [x3!!] I've always, always... wanted to eat you.

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Along with his voice, a slippery tail coils around the tip of my own.

As if fearing I might escape, it coils around me tightly from the start. Our scales rustle as they rub against each other, and I feel inexplicable suffocation.

Lucien lowers his gaze to look at me, his eyes filled with undisguised desire. He bares his fangs, teasingly grazing my skin before swiftly sinking them in with a sharp bite.

After a slight sting, a cold liquid is injected into the bite mark. My skin grows hotter and hotter, making the coldness even more alarming.

He probably knows that this bit of venom can't harm me, so he indulges in "tasting" me to his heart's content.

His sharp fangs expertly latch onto the easy-to-bite spots, biting down hard as if he really intends to devour me.

He leans toward me, pressing closer and closer. Our tails are already entwined inseparably; the tips of our hair and the sashes of our clothes are in complete disarray.

I can't summon any power to resist the venom's encroachment. I can only feel the burning heat spreading through my limbs and bones, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Lucien: [moaning and panting] I know I can't completely devour you yet, but it doesn't matter…

Lucien: [x2!] I will leave my mark inside your body, on every inch of your skin.

Lucien: [x3!!] Let our breaths entwine... until yours carries the essence of mine.

He bites my lip, his mouth devouring every bit of my moan and wet sounds. His tongue, laced with venom, forcefully swirls over mine, compelling me to swallow every drop.

Lucien: [hisses and groans] Until... the day I eat you.

My head is swimming, all I can feel is his snake tail coiling tighter around me, a tingling heat flowing through my body as something is being poured inside me again and again.

The feeling is too arousing, making me instinctively tighten my body, but also wrapping him even tighter.

The air is heavy with erotic scents, and the sound of our entwined scales rubbing against each other creates an ambiguous symphony of slick and moist noises, intensifying my hunger step by step.

MC: [laughs] The one who should be eaten... is you, isn't it?

MC: Given time, I will cleanse your weak poison completely.

MC: Great, you already look delicious.

Unfamiliar yet pleasurable waves surge rapidly within me, hitting me again and again, causing me to instinctively bite him back.

The cloyingly sweet blood, mixed with venom and clear bodily fluids, fills our mouths, necks, and entire bodies.

Lucien: [groans and breathlessly says] …Then let's see how this plays out.

Scalding sweat trickles down his jaw, blending into my clothes that are already soaked with sweat.

Lucien pushes deeper into me as if even the deepest part of my soul is being imbued with his essence.

Lucien: [moans and gasps] No matter the outcome… we will… become one.

———————Fin——-—————

[Lux's afterwords]

Not much analysis here, this date is pretty much just ‘fast food’ LOL. So, while his obsession towards MC definitely gets amped up in this AU, I do like how it still retains his core like his greediness, curiosity, and obsessiveness/stubbornness though 👀 and the details of them mirroring each other's desire are always so!!!

Although the ending is fairly predictable given his character, this date introduces a fresh element with its unique dynamic where the power balance shifts in favor of MC 😂 It conveys a similar dynamic of the ‘God x mortal’ trope, where the mortals yearn for the love of their God. And despite all the things he did, I really can't help but think that he really is just a hardworking yet stubborn/obsessive little snake HAHA.

His final line! I think… it's the biggest proof that he never really lied to her. His final line on this date reveals that his ultimate goal is to become one with her, whether through her eating him or vice versa, the method or outcome doesn't matter to him. Since he is much weaker than her, it's easier for him to be consumed (which is why he keeps asking her to eat him). However, in case she doesn’t want to eat him, he also has this backup plan. Whether he is to be consumed or to consume her, both scenarios require decades of deceiving humans to first gain her attention. While his methods may not be entirely honest, it is undeniable that he has worked very hard for her and it's a bit endearing🤧 or maybe it's time for me to admit that atp i'll forgive any shits he pulled *kicked*

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Dual Cultivation Pact Date - Part 2

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Date which hasn’t been released in EN yet!⚡

Proceed at your own risk, I guess? 😂 Although it's not that spicy but still, a warning is a warning 🤭

[Section 3]

A month had passed since I had "swept Shaw out the door," and he had not come back since.

He might also feel a bit embarrassed and angry.

MC: But you can't blame me for this; anyone who heard such words would… Villager: What did you say?

I realized that I had gotten distracted thinking about Shaw again, so I quickly cleared my throat and refocused my attention.

MC: It's nothing. You just said that there was evil energy surging under the mountain? Villager: That’s right! I don’t know what happened this time, but the formation barriers you set up don’t seem to have any effect!! Villager: Although Taoist Master Shaw doesn’t permit us to come to find you, we saw his condition and it was truly… MC: Shaw? What happened to him?

Startled, I interrupted him. The villagers were surprised to see me speaking so urgently and were taken aback, but they still answered honestly.

Villager: Wasn't it you who sent Master Shaw down the mountain to help us exorcize demons and spirits? There have been too many demons recently, and he has been busy running around everywhere. Villager: Perhaps it's because he's been working too hard. In the past month, Master Shaw's temper has become increasingly bad, and his methods for exorcizing demons have become more and more…

The villager hesitated, stammering as they began to speak.

Villager: It feels like... Master Shaw is showing signs of being possessed by demons. MC: ...possessed?!

Seeing me gasp, the villager began to sweat profusely, and their speech quickened.

Villager: We know that Master Shaw is a good person! But we're just afraid that if he starts treating people like this in the future… Villager: Ahem, what I mean is that we are worried about Taoist Master Shaw, so, that’s why we want to ask you to come out and help your disciple! Villager: If he really does something irreversible, it would tarnish the good name of Fairy MC! MC: ...I understand. MC: I'll handle the matter with Shaw. After you go down the mountain, instruct everyone not to go out today. Villager: Yes, I'll go right away!

The villager breathed a sigh of relief, thanked me profusely, and left.

I lowered my eyes and counted with my fingers.

MC: On the seventh day of the seventh month, when the yin energy is at its peak... It turns out it's already come to this.

I gathered my loose hair, secured it with a blue lotus Taoist crown, picked up my horsetail whisk, and headed out the door.

Demons' aura. A sky-high demonic presence.

The setting sun was like blood, with white bones hanging from withered branches, and ghostly flames mingling with cooking smoke.

The mortals had long since shut their doors tightly, afraid to speak carelessly. In the distant mountains, unknown creatures were making sharp, piercing cries.

After hiding away on the mountain for so long, I've almost forgotten that the outside world is actually like this purgatory.

MC: I really miss the old Qixi festivals... That was the true human scene.

I murmured in contemplation as I began to search for Shaw's presence.

The flower scent was wrapped in a heavy stench of blood, making it appear both gaudy and acrid.

MC: Shaw?

Soon, I caught the faint scent of familiar Tumi flowers near the abandoned cemetery in the southeast.

?.?: For every person you've harmed, I'll cut off one of your claws. It's actually a favor to you. ?.?: ...Regardless of whether you've done evil during this time, I find you displeasing now, so I want to eliminate you. Is that not allowed? ?.?: Want to beg for mercy now? It’s no use.

I couldn't make out what the demon was shouting, but Shaw's voice came through clearly from the graveyard, each sentence ending with a distinct note of pleasure.

In the next moment, a scream pierced the air, and the stench of blood grew even stronger.

My heart sank and I hurried over.

Boom— —

Thunder rumbled ominously, and flashes of lightning crisscrossed the sky. In the intermittent light, a tall, slender figure stood firmly in the center.

Around him are the remains of monsters and demons, and the young man stands amidst a sea of blood. At this moment, he does not seem like a righteous defender of justice, but more like…

Bloodthirsty demon.

...Shaw's cultivation has already reached its peak.

I watched the scene before me with my heart racing, almost stirring up some repressed impulse.

Shaw's God-striking Whip was swinging continuously in his hand, while a demon beast dodged left and right. In the end, it was struck by a bolt of lightning and was obliterated with a scream.

Shaw: I said it was useless, so why bother running?

Shaw's brows and eyes were full of exuberance, with a smile of extreme pleasure at the corner of his mouth, as he reveled in the brutal scene.

Shaw: I'm in a very bad mood this month. I can only say that you are unlucky and happened to meet me.

As he spoke, he took out the talisman and chanted the incantation.

[He recites an incantation here which is kinda hard to translate]

——He wants to summon the Five Gods of Thunder?! Just to annihilate these monsters?!

Without a moment's hesitation, I waved my whisk and immediately sealed the talisman he was about to ignite.

It was only then that he noticed my presence. In an instant, Shaw's gaze was more dazzling than lightning, nearly blinding me.

Shaw: .......You are finally willing to come. MC: ….Shaw!

I stretched out my hand towards him and spoke hastily.

MC: You can't kill anymore now, otherwise you will become a demon! MC: Come with me, I'll help you stabilize your Taoist mind!

Shaw stared at me intently, and after a while, he finally broke into a smile.

Shaw: Good.

Before he finished speaking, he fell forward.

I quickly teleported over to support him. Even through the layer of clothing, I could feel how intensely hot his body was.

MC: ….It can’t be delayed any longer.

I no longer hesitated and took Shaw to a broken house near the mass grave and began to set up formations for him.

Shaw [in pain]: Mm—

In the instant the light flared, a look of pain immediately appeared on Shaw's face.

MC: Is it difficult? Just bear with it a little longer…

Shaw [breathing heavily]: Not uncomfortable.

Shaw interrupted my words, breathing heavily.

Shaw [hesitantly]: I thought...I thought you didn't want to see me anymore

My breath caught, and I instinctively wanted to respond to the unspoken feelings before me.

However, Shaw's vibrant, living form and the red cinnabar symbols that had fallen around him reminded me of my true purpose for coming here.

MC: How could this be?

Another yellow talisman fell, and the dense array of runes bound Shaw, leaving him unable to move.

My fingers gently caressed his heaving chest and came to rest on his heart.

MC: You are my most precious furnace, why don’t I come to see you?

The light from the talisman illuminated the dim old house and also lit up my path.

A black crane perches on the hem of my skirt, its wings poised to fly.

—

[Section 4]

After Shaw heard what I said, a smile appeared on his lips.

Shaw [In a light voice + breathing heavily x1]: Fairy Xuanhe, you finally don’t want to pretend anymore? MC: The goal has already been achieved; why pretend?

I casually replied to him while drawing symbols, as if we were in my courtyard rather than this run-down house.

MC: I was surprised. When did you know about it? Shaw [x2]: Known it from the beginning.

My fingers paused. He raised his eyebrows at me triumphantly.

Shaw [x3]: Back then, Fairy Xuanhe, burdened with too much bloodshed, was hunted down by ten righteous paths and fell into these mountains. Shaw [x4]: After just three to five years, a Taoist priestess named MC suddenly appeared in the mountains. Shaw [x5]: With profound skills and a kind heart, they set up great formations to protect the safety and security of the people around them. Shaw [x6]: It's really... admirable.

Shaw’s breathing was rapid. Although he was clearly talking about me, his tone was so mocking, as if he were recounting someone else’s story. I felt a surge of irritation rise from the bottom of my heart and couldn't help but retort.

MC: So, you were sent by those idiots to test me?

Shaw [coldly]: Do they even deserve it?

Shaw sneered and raised his chin.

Shaw [whispers]: I just wanted to see you myself.

His gaze slowly moved from my brows, down to my nose, to my lips, to my throat... Finally, as if discovering something, it settled on my heart.

Shaw: .....No wonder you have been staying in that yard and refused to come out. MC: I didn’t refuse to come out. Shaw: In fact, you sealed yourself in that courtyard. MC: I didn't… Shaw: The demonic aura has long invaded your heart and mind; you are the one who has fallen into darkness. MC: I'm just about to become a demon!

I blurted out, my anger surging suddenly. I reached out forcefully, intending to strangle the man in front of me who was spouting nonsense.

However, as soon as my fingertips touched the blood vessels on his neck, they were immediately burned and recoiled.

The burning pain brought me back to clarity. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my emotions.

MC: Shaw, I’m just... about to fall into darkness. MC: And with you as the furnace here, I can definitely dispel all the demonic aura.

Shaw's throat moved slightly as if he had finally realized something.

Shaw [surprised]: You want to practice dual cultivation with me...? MC: What else?

I chuckled and slowly stretched out my arms to hug Shaw from behind.

The intense yang energy filled Shaw’s robust body, like a flame that would never extinguish.

The robe was exceptionally loose after the battle, but with a casual flick, it fell into place.

My fingers measured every inch of his hot skin, and the wonderful touch made me addicted.

MC: Life is so joyful in the mortal world; I have no intention of falling into darkness. MC: Over the years, I have devoted myself to research and finally invented a method of harmonizing yin and yang.

Shaw clearly remembered the books he had borrowed. He raised an eyebrow and made an effort to turn his head to look at me.

Shaw: Because demonic energy is extremely yin, you're planning to find an extremely yang 'container' to balance it out. MC: That's right.

I turned my fingers and lifted Shaw's chin with a whisk.

This is the first time I've seen my... cauldron up close.

From this angle, I noticed his eyelashes were so long, his nose bridge so straight, and there was a thin layer of sweat at the corners of his brows, fine and dense.

MC: Shaw, you came to me of your own accord. MC: It is you who want to practice my techniques.

I silently executed the spell and infused the final incantation into Shaw’s dantian.

The fragrance of tea flowers instantly filled every corner of the room.

I know it's ripe.

Shaw, with no strength to resist, was pressed to the ground by me.

On the Qixi festival, the day of extreme yin, with the body of extreme yang, everything was perfect.

My breathing was even faster than Shaw's. The demonic energy that had been suppressed for a long time was no longer in shackles of the seal. It was jolting left and right in my body and was in desperate need of an outlet.

MC: I…

I was like a moth endlessly circling, instinctively drawn to an untouchable blaze, yet fleeing in panic just a second before being consumed by the flames.

For a moment, I even felt that the decision to practice dual cultivation was extremely stupid.

Because it was too hot and painful.

I bit my lower lip and gripped Shaw's shoulders almost with hatred, my nails drawing faint blood marks on his skin.

——Why? Why should I go through this?

As the Xuanhe Fairy, I have always wanted to live according to my true nature and have never harmed a mortal.

Before the demonic energy entered my body, I was said to be weird, rebellious, and unreasonable; after the demonic energy entered my body, I was said to be cruel and suspected of evil intentions.

These fools have also pinned some baseless charges on me and summoned ten righteous factions to kill me...

Why should I endure this!

Unconsciously, blood began to seep into my vision, and the smell of blood rising in my throat gradually overpowered the floral scent, filling my nostrils.

Shaw: MC, MC….! MC: What?

Shaw called my name several times before I woke up from my daze and looked at him blankly.

He was sweating all over, gritting his teeth, and obviously felt uncomfortable, but his golden eyes were still bright, reflecting only my figure.

Even though I was in a mess and my blue lotus Taoist crown was crooked.

Shaw [HIS HOARSE VOICE SOUNDED SO ASKFSGH x1]: MC, give me your breath. MC: ....Transfer Qi?

My mind was so dizzy that I didn't even understand what these two words meant. Shaw suppressed his breath and sneered.

Shaw [x2]: If you want to practice dual cultivation, of course you have to transfer your Qi.

Oh, indeed, the breath could also settle into the lower abdomen. I thought groggily as I leaned closer to Shaw's lips.

In the instant our breaths intertwined, I was pulled into a vortex named Shaw. 

His tongue entwined with mine, then released, only to forcefully invade again, exploring every corner of my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. 

This wasn't me giving him air at all; it was clearly... him taking it from me.

The sound of the rubbing of clothes mixed with my heartbeat, infinitely amplified in my ears, and the burning sensation that was originally painful to me gradually became less unbearable.

At this moment, it seems that the vigorous yang energy and the deep yin energy have finally found a point of resonance, beginning to tentatively merge.

My vision kept wavering, and the scene before me became a kaleidoscope of colors. The painful memories of the past gradually receded like a retreating tide.

By accident, my mind suddenly recalled a small incident when the evil energy had not poured into China and everything was still too peaceful.

That day seemed to be the Qixi festival. I was wandering in the market and met a young man.

The young man said he had someone he loved and asked me if I had any spells that could help him.

What happened next? Did I help him…?

Shaw [annoyed]: You're distracted. MC: I didn't…

All my words were swallowed up by him, and Shaw didn't want to listen to me at all.

He inexplicably began to refuse to cooperate, causing the yin and yang energy that had already been harmonized to change suddenly. I couldn't help but want to hide, but my waist was firmly held by him.

MC: This… This is not right…

I clutched the nearly shapeless talisman papers tightly and spoke intermittently.

MC [blushing]: It should be me… MC [blushing]: It should be me taking your original yang energy; this is the only solution. Otherwise, I...!

I whimpered briefly, the stimulation was too strong and I had nowhere to escape, I could only scream like a rogue.

MC [blushing]: You are my furnace, you must be willing to help me achieve success!

Shaw [breathing heavily + that low seductive voice of his x1]: Who says I'm not willing?

Hot sweat and Shaw's voice both fell into my ears, as he chuckled softly.

Shaw [x2]: I realized... that although you are a talented demon practitioner, you’re also quite foolish. Shaw [x3]: Why do you think I've been practicing your techniques all along?

It's too hot. My mind can no longer understand his words; I just shake my head, trying to escape, but Shaw won't let me.

His lips repeatedly kissed my earlobe, whispering in the closest proximity.

Shaw [x4]: As I said, I will do my best and risk everything I have for the person I like.

Every time Shaw said a word, I felt the violent demonic energy in my body fade a little—

He didn’t have his original yang energy taken by me; instead, he used his yang energy to completely eliminate the demonic energy.

MC: You... you changed my technique? Were you deceiving me?!

Shaw [x6]: Is that not acceptable? Shaw [x7]: Who told you to lie to me back then?

Shaw lifted me up forcefully as if to punish me, and I fell into his tender kisses.

Shaw [x8]: On that Qixi Festival, I told you I liked you and asked if there was a spell to make you like me too. How did you respond? MC: What?

Was that boy Shaw?

My memory doesn’t quite match up with this. Could it be that the years of demonic energy have damaged my mind?

I was speechless and couldn't explain anything. Shaw’s chest rumbled with laughter as he smiled.

Shaw [x9]: Forget it if you don’t remember. Anyway, I already got what I wanted.

After all, I was pulled into the whirlpool by him again.

In the midst of the chaos, I almost had the illusion that Shaw had risked even more than I had imagined.

No, it's not an illusion.

MC: Shaw. 

I reached out my hand and brushed away Shaw's messy hair, wanting to look into his eyes again.

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📿 Call 1

📿 Call 2

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Kiss of Deep Love Karmas (Shaw)

Let’s go. We agreed that you’d belong to me today.

Let it out to your heart’s content. There’s nothing for us to repress.