Chapter 115: Infinite Cannon Fodder (5)

Bei Bo noticed a trail of water stains extending from outside to inside the door. The bathroom’s entrance was streaked with dripping wet marks, those filthy traces reminding him that someone had unlawfully entered where they shouldn’t and sought out whom they ought not.

He should never have left. What happened during his absence? That damned thing, what did it do to his girlfriend?

Bei Bo’s worry vanished upon hearing the conversation between his girlfriend and the man, replaced by anger. Feeling betrayed, he stood outside the door, asking weakly yet resentfully, “Who is in your bathroom?”

He needed an explanation.

Striving to clear his muddled thoughts, Bei Bo required her to explain herself.

While he learned to sew dresses for her, even contemplating creating the most beautiful dress as a surprise, what was she doing?

Despite being aware of how flawed she was, Bei Bo never imagined encountering such a scene.

Perhaps she was coerced, Bei Bo couldn’t help but defend his girlfriend internally. Her interaction with that man must have been merely pretense; who could blame her? She was so frail, unable to resist anyone…

“It’s a fish, A-Bai, I’ve been keeping a fish.”

However, his girlfriend’s response shattered Bei Bo’s fantasies. Her voice sounded so cheerful, as if she found nothing wrong with having a man hidden in her bathroom while bathing.

“You’re sure it’s just a fish?” Bei Bo asked anxiously.

The repulsive water stains had spread to Bei Bo’s feet, trapping him outside and creating a stark divide between him and the two inside the room.

How utterly disgusting, all these messy complications.

He simply wanted some alone time with his girlfriend, so why did these people keep appearing?!

“On what grounds do you interrogate me?” Tong Ling scoffed coldly. “Must I report even my choice of pets to you?”

Tong Ling had anticipated being discovered for keeping a pet, given how grand Medes’ presence always seemed. She suspected that with Medes around, this bathroom might never be dry again.

Medes quietly observed her, truly being a worry-free pet—he neither made random noises nor paid attention to others. Even with Tong Ling’s remarks, he showed no sign of annoyance.

Bei Bo clenched his hands tightly, then hastily smoothed out the wrinkles on his dress after realizing he had inadvertently creased it.

With a somber gaze fixed on the room door, Bei Bo’s voice carried a chilling undertone, “It was a man, Lingling.”

“Did you let him enter or did he come uninvited against your wishes?” Bei Bo strove to maintain his composure, “I know this isn’t your fault; he must have bewitched you, right?”

“What are you talking about?” Tong Ling continued caressing Medes’ tail, her hand tracing upwards along the broad fin, gently exploring the perfectly curved fish tail, “I’m just keeping a fish, and these questions are so annoying!”

The fine scales on the fish tail felt smooth and icy-cold. As Tong Ling touched the merman’s side near its abdomen, Medes emitted a muffled groan.

The merfolk’s voice was incredibly beautiful, especially when producing such sounds.

Tong Ling swiftly withdrew her hand, internally acknowledging Medes as truly deserving of his reputation for bewitching humans; just hearing that voice made her legs go weak.

With dark eyes, Medes gazed at his female counterpart. In those bestial pupils, a growing desire continuously intensified. He felt his body entering a… precarious state, yet the woman causing this predicament had no inkling of the danger she faced standing before him.

Medes’ webbed claws grasped the woman’s slender arm, exerting controlled strength despite his movements still being overly forceful for a human.

“Splash—”

A massive spray erupted from the bathtub, half of the cold water splashing onto the floor and seeping under the door.

Tong Ling let out a brief startled cry, immediately finding herself securely locked in Medes’ embrace.

Medes buried his head against the side of her neck, intoxicated as if addicted, deeply inhaling the scent emanating from the female’s body.

He could no longer hear anyone else’s voices. To him, his female appeared incredibly alluring, seemingly tempting him constantly.

He wanted to kiss her.

Medes extended his scarlet tongue, parting the woman’s lips as he leaned in for a kiss.

Tong Ling grabbed handfuls of the merman’s dense, curly hair, pulling out several strands before finally managing to push away this sudden “attacker.”

“Medes!” Tong Ling scolded him. “Who gave you permission to be so forward?!”

Medes stared intently at the woman’s moist and rosy lips. Without speaking, all he wanted was to lean in again and kiss her.

Without hesitation, Tong Ling raised her hand and rapped sharply on Medes’ hard skull. “Snap out of it, Medes!”

Outside the door, Bei Bo could no longer bear it. He didn’t know what was happening inside, but it clearly wasn’t something good.

“Lingling, what’s wrong?” Just as Bei Bo’s hand touched the doorknob, the fog on the door surged like it had come alive, abruptly lashing against his palm.

This was far from ordinary mist; such abnormal phenomena should not occur in reality.

Upon contact with Bei Bo’s hand, the fog instantly turned to ice. If not for Bei Bo swiftly retreating, more than just half of his arm would have been frozen solid.

Ignoring his rapidly necrotizing arm, Bei Bo’s already grim expression lost its last trace of warmth. “Damned fish, damned beast.”

“I’m fine,” Tong Ling reassured Bei Bo outside the door. “He isn’t very obedient yet since he’s newly acquired.”

As she spoke, Tong Ling glared at Medes, who still tried to approach her closely. “Behave yourself, you naughty fish!”

To calm Medes down, Tong Ling pressed gently on his shoulder and leaned over to kiss his pointed ear, “Be good, Medes. Do you want to hurt me again?”

The tips of Medes’ ears twitched, and he grasped the woman’s hand, attempting to place it on his tail.

“Lingling.” Medes’ feral eyes were filled with longing. “It was you who made me this way.”

“You need to learn self-control.” Tong Ling withdrew her hand; there were others present, and for now, she had no interest in playing with her pet.

Tong Ling forcefully pushed Medes aside, walked to the room’s entrance, and cracked open the bathroom door slightly. “A-Bai, give me the dress. I’ll come out once I’ve changed.”

Bei Bo looked at the woman’s extended arm, feeling an urge at that moment to grasp her hand and take her away from here.

However, he was aware that another beast within the room watched them with cold eyes. He couldn’t rush; he needed to wait for the right moment…

Bei Bo handed over the dress, and the door closed before him.

Staring at the puddle on the floor, Bei Bo’s eyes flickered with an indiscernible light.

Tong Ling dried herself from the dripping water, then picked up the dress made by Bei Bo to examine it closely.

Although the stitching along the edges was somewhat uneven, the overall design did not fall short compared to luxurious evening gowns.

It seemed clear that when pushed, people could accomplish almost anything.

With satisfaction, Tong Ling curled her lips upward, paying no heed to the nearby merfolk as she slipped into the dress.

She wiped the mirror clean with a towel and stood before it, admiring her reflection.

While Tong Ling didn’t want to overly boast about her appearance, seeing this familiar face still brought a smile to her lips.

The cannon fodder body in this world bore striking resemblance to her original looks, even making the memories of the cannon fodder feel like her own actions.

Such coincidences were unlikely, leading Tong Ling to believe that this was intentionally designed by God.

God had crafted a “Tong Ling” with a terrible personality and numerous flaws. He endowed these monsters with memories of being romantically involved with her, then after Tong Ling discarded them, naturally instilled a sense of “hatred” towards her.

Given God’s penchant for scripting melodramatic love stories, it was evident from previous worlds that this type of narrative suited His taste.

Tong Ling knew those memories were false; if they were genuine, Medes’ behavior wouldn’t have been so naive.

Medes likely harbored some suspicions as well, but it didn’t matter. Those fabricated memories weren’t an obstacle between them; rather, they facilitated her easy approach to Medes, didn’t they?

Initially, she had no connection with these creatures. It was the false memories created by God that provided her with an opportunity.

Ultimately, God is not human. Unaware, He failed to realize that indifferent monsters without any prior interaction would be far more challenging to deal with than those who could “hate” her.

When monsters possess emotions, it essentially hands their weaknesses directly to her.

She truly ought to thank God for going the extra mile with these emotional entanglements.

In the mirror, Tong Ling noticed that at some point, the merman had come behind her.

Supporting his entire body with that massive fish tail, she only realized how truly colossal Medes was when he stood upright. He was indeed a genuine monster; his height exceeding two meters made her appear particularly delicate in comparison. Every inch of the merman’s muscles possessed immense power, and even his ethereal-looking fishtail could serve as the sharpest weapon…

His features were coldly imposing, yet the expression he directed towards her now held a tender longing filled with desire.

What achievement could be greater than taming a monster?

Tong Ling turned around, making the sea monster lower his head. As Medes bent over, she kissed his icy-cold lips.

“My Medes, I’m going out.” Tong Ling glanced at the prominent bulge on Medes’ fish tail, noting how unabashedly this merman displayed himself, devoid of any sense of shame. “You should go soak in cold water for a while. Wait until you’ve calmed down before coming back.”

As she spoke, Tong Ling opened the shower faucet, allowing cold water to flow into the bathtub.

“Go ahead,” Tong Ling replied.

Medes did not resist Tong Ling’s suggestion; he only asked again as she prepared to leave.

“Will you abandon me?”

Tong Ling softly responded, “I love merfolk, especially this naughty merman staying in my bathtub.”

Medes placed his webbed hand over his chest, feeling the monstrous heart within pound fiercely.

Outside the door, the layer of hardened ice on Bei Bo’s arm had melted away. He shook his hand and used his long sleeve to conceal the necrotic limb.

When Tong Ling opened the door, Bei Bo’s gaze briefly met that of the merman inside, revealing mutual intense disgust from their expressions.

However, Bei Bo refrained from directing these negative emotions at Tong Ling. Her open display of keeping a fish already indicated her casual attitude towards relationships. If he showed displeasure, it would only push this headstrong woman further away.

“Very beautiful.” As if completely forgetting the incident moments ago, Bei Bo complimented Tong Ling warmly, “Lingling, this dress suits you perfectly.”

“Really?” Holding up her dress hem, Tong Ling happily twirled around Bei Bo. “It’s all thanks to you; I knew you could do it, A-Bai.” She approached Bei Bo, draped her arm affectionately around his, and said, “You’re truly amazing.”

Tong Ling’s face was radiant, like a dew-kissed rose. Bei Bo enjoyed seeing her wear the dress he had personally sewn for her. It would have been even better if she didn’t carry that beast’s scent on her…

The pair descended the stairs intimately, resembling an ordinary couple.

At the staircase landing, Tong Ling encountered the redheaded youth striding upwards. Without provoking him, she passed by without acknowledging his presence.

“Wait.”

There was no need for Tong Ling to take action as Miya spontaneously called out to her.

Miya’s impulsive and straightforward nature meant that whenever he disliked someone, he would invariably find ways to cause them trouble, regardless of the circumstances.

Tong Ling pretended not to hear, but Miya already grabbed her hand firmly.

“Hey! Did you not hear me?!” Miya gritted his teeth, demanding, “You promised to come see me once dressed up, so why do you reek of dead fish?!”