Chapter 114: Infinite Cannon Fodder (4)

Medes heard the sound of water.

“Drip”

“Drip”

As if intentionally inviting him closer, he recalled her drenched appearance upon entering the castle—the scent of rain mingled with her aroma, surprisingly pleasant to his senses.

He knew he would encounter her here; it was a revelation from the dream realm.

Medes did not favor humans, and naturally, he held no fondness for her either.

He couldn’t even comprehend why his past self kept her close. Those bizarre and absurd memory fragments felt forcibly implanted into his mind, instilling a sense that she should evoke anger within him.

Yes, anger.

The person who dared to approach him only to flee afterwards—such behavior should have incited fury.

However, instead of anger, the present Medes felt more curious.

Curious as to why he possessed those experiences, and curious whether this woman had done something significant to him.

Seeking answers, Medes ventured here.

Amidst this place permeated with scents he found repulsive, he encountered her.

His hazy memories became even more indistinct, while the figure before him appeared unprecedentedly clear.

With his gaze, he traced her outline, perhaps finding slight comfort in witnessing her disheveled state.

Medes effortlessly uttered her name, as if seeking her was the very purpose of his pursuit.

Before him, she spoke with vivid liveliness and an extreme air of arrogance. The flaws inherent to humans were unmistakably evident in her, yet surprisingly, he felt that she ought to be this way; it was just… fitting.

Once again, Medes found himself puzzled by the connection between his memories and her presence.

It seemed impossible for him to have any involvement with such a woman; from its very roots, it shouldn’t have happened…

Following the sound of water, he approached the door and, adhering to human etiquette, sought permission. After receiving a positive and… intimate response, Medes opened the door.

He had never seen her like this before.

Her long hair draped gracefully behind her, while droplets of water slid slowly down her fair skin. Her entire body carried the scent of fresh, clean water…

Medes loved water, so naturally, he did not find her appearance displeasing.

She lifted her slender arms, splashing bathwater onto him as if engaging in playful banter.

“Medes, want to take a bath?” Her expression was effortless and carefree, revealing a joyful smile towards him. “I prepared this pool for you, come give it a try.”

“You’ll enjoy it.” She held her head high, radiating confidence.

There might indeed have been an intimate relationship between them, Medes thought distractedly. Otherwise, how could she display such demeanor when facing him?

What would humans feel approaching the deep sea?

The suffocation under high pressure, fear amidst the darkness, shivering due to the cold, and… anxiety and unease about perceiving the unknown depths.

A desire to escape, tremble, and breathe.

Her heart raced, palms sweating with cold sweat, as her body instinctively signaled her to flee. Tong Ling suppressed this instinct and transformed these emotions into a more positive sentiment that suited her.

She became exhilarated.

With intense anticipation, she stared at the doorway, awaiting the arrival of peculiar creatures.

Tong Ling hailed from a world filled with advanced technology and knew well that there were countless mysterious beings yet unexplored by humanity. The essence of the universe is “uncertainty,” and even the limits of technology could potentially intersect with theology.

Take God, for example. Possessing technological capabilities surpassing temporal constraints, He transcended to become divine.

Now, with Him releasing these monsters near her, how could Tong Ling not be eager to investigate and gain deeper understanding? Human curiosity is insatiable, and she was no exception.

The bathroom door seemed as if it had been soaked with water; mist condensed into droplets, and droplets coalesced into streams. At one moment, Tong Ling almost felt like this wasn’t a door but rather a curtain of water.

Medes entered by penetrating through this layer of watery veil, carrying even more moisture on his body compared to Tong Ling who had just finished bathing.

As soon as Medes stepped inside, the scent emanating from him became more pronounced.

This sweetly pungent odor was not unpleasant, but it easily induced a state of mental disorientation and scattered thoughts.

Tong Ling recalled a term - predation.

Some creatures emit unique scents before hunting, either to attract prey or intimidate adversaries. This is a characteristic of predators. Was Medes unable to control or deliberately doing this?

Did he perceive her, a human, as his prey?

Medes’ strikingly handsome face displayed no excess emotion. He was far more attractive than most people, yet his reserved and silent demeanor often made others overlook his stunning appearance.

His eyes were also deep blue, reminiscent of memories filled with melancholy and depth. However, when truly captured by these eyes, one’s mind would not immediately conjure any words of praise, for even their beauty could not mask the terrifying danger within them.

The corners of Tong Ling’s lips curved slightly upward; it had been a long time since she last felt pure physiological fear. Her current body was just that of an ordinary human, without any genetic enhancements, making her utterly fragile and devoid of any intimidation. Forget combating monsters, even running might leave her gasping for breath.

Facing such a monster akin to the depths of the ocean, Tong Ling merely scooped up a handful of water with both hands and splashed it towards the vast expanse of the sea.

Tong Ling didn’t need to fight against the seawater; she only needed to merge herself with this marine environment. “Medes, come on in.”

Here lay the most suitable habitat for him, right within her bathtub.

She would take good care of him, transforming the wild creature into a domesticated pet.

“You’ll enjoy it,” Tong Ling beckoned to Medes.

Cold mist enveloped them as the young man steadily approached her.

“Lingling.” Medes tilted his head, and finally, a hint of emotion flickered across his expressionless face. “Were you waiting for me?”

“No,” Tong Ling chuckled softly. “It was you who was waiting for me.”

“Medes, you haven’t forgotten me.” Tong Ling reached out and touched Medes’ peculiarly damp arm. His skin was not warm and soft like humans’, but rather cold and resilient. It reminded Tong Ling of snakes and sharks—both with smooth skins yet possessing a slightly rough texture.

“I knew you would come. Look, this is our unspoken understanding.” Tong Ling gestured for Medes to lower his head, her hand gently resting at the back of his neck as she leaned closer towards him. “I won’t let you forget me.”

Stunned, Medes bowed his head. From the moment the woman’s touch grazed his skin, he felt an unusual emotion, inexplicable yet stirring.

Had they shared such intimate interactions before in his memories? Why did everything feel so unfamiliar, as if it were his first time being touched by a human? Yet her actions were uninhibited, almost practiced countless times, conveying a sense of natural closeness—as though there should never have been any barriers or distance between them.

Medes softly breathed in the scent from Tong Ling, feeling her hands weave through his hair. A slight electric current surged through his body, causing him involuntarily to hold her tighter. In that instant, he became acutely aware of how delicate and tender her skin truly was.

Perhaps he truly had liked humans before. Liked this woman.

Tong Ling gently combed through Medes’ long hair with her fingers, and his eyes half-closed, feeling so comfortable that he wanted to sing.

“Shall we go into the water, Medes?” Tong Ling nudged the young man who was nearly burying his head in her embrace. As she saw him lift his face, his eyes had transformed into icy blue vertical pupils, staring at her intensely like those of a wild beast.

Unfazed, Tong Ling curved her lips into a smile and leaned forward to kiss Medes’ excessively handsome face. “Don’t just stand there, my Medes. Let’s go into the water.”

Medes tightened his hold on the woman in his arms, and the disguise covering his body vanished.

Free from the constraints of human clothing, Medes revealed a fierce power characteristic only of beasts. His muscles were evenly toned and gracefully defined, with a physique remarkably similar to humans. From the waist up, he appeared as a mature young man, but below…

As Medes stepped into the bathtub, his legs merged into a massive fish tail. Even the luxurious, oversized tub could not accommodate its length. Tong Ling, nestled tightly against him, found herself engulfed by cold water, and the hard impact of his skin against her head caused searing pain.

Tong Ling raised her hand and pounded on Medes’ shoulder several times, but he showed no reaction; instead, even her hand began to ache.

“Medes!” Tong Ling scolded him, “Let go of me, you’re suffocating me!”

Medes’ arms were as hard as steel, stubbornly encircling the woman in his embrace. He said, “You’ll run away, if I let go, you’ll surely run away.”

Medes grew increasingly discontent with that memory. He despised the woman who would flee from him at the first sign of something amiss. Knowing how deceitful and cowardly humans could be, it was she who had enticed him, and therefore, she should bear responsibility towards him.

Medes’ webbed claws pressed against the delicate curve of her back, his somber eyes filled entirely with her image.

“I won’t let you leave.” Those strange memories no longer mattered; what mattered now was this woman nestled in his arms.

Her touch brought him immense pleasure.

He also loved her scent, so pure and enchanting.

Medes thought, perhaps he should make her his “mate,” ensuring she couldn’t escape.

“You fool, Medes!” Tong Ling grabbed hold of Medes’ long seaweed-like hair. “If I wanted to run away, would I have prepared such a large bathtub full of water for you? Use that rusty brain of yours; I never intended to escape!”

“But…” Medes attempted to counter, but the woman’s lips pressed against his.

His pupils abruptly widened. He knew kissing was an intimate gesture between human partners. Did her action signify that she accepted him and moreover…

“Don’t just stare foolishly at me, close your eyes.”

The woman cupped his face, and he clearly saw her expression—no fear, no hesitation. On the contrary, she looked content, with a subtle smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The way she gazed at him made him feel slightly intoxicated. Without any prior experience, Medes instinctively learned how to kiss. He captured her lips, tender as flower petals, parting them with his tongue before delving deeply into her mouth.

Savoring the woman’s sweet breath, the pungent scent from Medes’ body surged forth once again.

The entire bathroom filled with Medes’ aroma as this predator unabashedly displayed his overpowering aggressiveness. Only when his prey nearly fainted in his arms did he slightly loosen his grip.

Humans were fragile, and his female was exceptionally delicate. Her skin, luminous and fair, could easily bear harsh marks from even the slightest touch.

Medes noticed the dark purple handprints he had left on her back, looking quite horrifying. As she panted, her watery eyes glared at him, and she scolded softly, “Do you realize how strong your grip is?! Are you trying to kill me, you fool?”

Her temper truly was terrible.

Medes leaned down to kiss her gently, then murmured a few soft lines.

“Don’t be angry,” Medes said, “I’ll sing for you.”

Medes’ voice was exquisite, and his singing even more captivating. Tong Ling couldn’t understand the words, but she found herself entranced by the merman’s melody.

After finishing his song, Medes kissed the woman’s lips once again.

He had grown fond of the taste of kissing, constantly wanting to feel her closer.

“It hurts so much,” Tong Ling snapped out of the enchantment caused by the merman’s song, continuing her petulant complaints. “Why didn’t you listen when I told you to let go? You stupid jerk, do you not care about me at all?”

Medes, not particularly articulate, lowered his head and licked the woman’s wounds with his tongue.

He knew she was lying; his saliva had pain-relieving properties, making it impossible for her to experience any discomfort. However, since his female blamed him, Medes felt compelled to find ways to eliminate those dreadful marks.

Indeed, Tong Ling no longer felt pain; instead, a tingling sensation replaced it. Laughing, she gently pushed Medes away. This time, with ease and without exerting much effort, she managed to move the monstrous creature aside.

Tong Ling gathered the bath towel that had fallen into the tub around herself. Medes’ icy body was undergoing peculiar changes, and Bei Bo, whom she had sent out, could return at any moment. She couldn’t continue teasing Medes like this.

Stepping out, Tong Ling stood above the bathtub, scrutinizing the merman lying within.

The merman lowered his gaze, allowing her to examine him freely. Even his eyelashes were blue. Tong Ling reached out and flicked his long lashes with her finger, causing Medes’ body to shudder slightly, and when he lifted his eyes, their color deepened further.

Tong Ling gazed at Medes’ massive dark blue fish tail, captivated by its breathtaking beauty. Unable to resist, she extended her hand to caress it.

“Don’t touch.”

Medes spoke too late. As soon as Tong Ling’s fingertips brushed against those smooth, tiny scales, she experienced a sharp sting. The edges of the beautiful scales were incredibly sharp, effortlessly slicing open her fingers. Drops of blood fell onto Medes’ tail but quickly disappeared without a trace.

“Ouch!” Tong Ling gasped sharply, her eyes misting over with tears. “Bastard, you’ve injured me again!”

Medes promptly took the woman’s finger into his mouth, his gaze filled with exasperation.

His body was still in an aroused state, and merely for a moment, he lost control of his scales, causing her harm. Clearly, humans were far more fragile than he had imagined. Being with her might require constant restraint and vigilance on his part.

As Medes observed the woman’s aggrieved expression, an inexplicable urge to laugh arose within him.

“All better now.” Medes gently removed the healed finger from his mouth, his webbed claws holding onto her delicate hand as he placed it back on his tail. “You can touch it safely now.”

Tong Ling cautiously brushed against the tail, ensuring the sharp scales wouldn’t cut her again before comfortably stroking the fish tail. “Medes, what exactly are you?” she asked with a grin. “Are you my merman?”

“I am a Siren,” Medes replied, gazing straight into Tong Ling’s eyes. “Will you leave me, Lingling?”

Before Tong Ling could answer, a man’s suppressed, angry voice sounded outside the door.

“Lingling,” Bei Bo called from beyond the threshold, holding a brand-new dress in his hands. His face appeared frighteningly pale. “Who is in your bathroom?”