Translator: Khun
Translation Checker: Rin
Editor: DragonFae
Rimbaud put down the lunch box and raised his slightly open fingertips. The Dead Sea heart rock was summoned and melted from its sculpture shape into a rope that bound Bai Chunian’s hands.
“You’re a very quick learner. Try softening the shape.”
“I’ve learned it. Watch me.” Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, the rope melted from his wrist, flew toward Rimbaud, nimbly wound around the merman’s arms and waist, and finally tied Rimbaud’s body with rope art.
The black translucent thin ropes bound the merman’s capable and experienced muscles and snow-white skin. The skin and flesh of his chest and arms slightly curved up from the mesh formed by the interweaving ropes.
Bai Chunian shook his ears and said triumphantly, “How is it? Powerful right?”
Rimbaud stared at him.
Bai Chunian, “…”
Bai Chunian knelt on the keyboard formed by the Dead Sea heart rock, and Rimbaud sat on the edge of the fish tank and watched him while eating shrimp.
Bai Chunian, “Sob sob.”
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“Looks like you’ve mastered the trick, so you don’t need to practice anymore today.” Rimbaud took back the Dead Sea heart rock under Bai Chunian’s knees. The glittering black stone melted, flew toward Bai Chunian, and buckled around the alpha’s neck to form a collar. Then, a chain extended from the collar and wrapped around the iron railing at the head of the bedroom bed, making Bai Chunian trapped on the bed by his neck, lying on his back.
Rimbaud’s fish tail lit up blue, turned into a strike of blue lightning. He disappeared suddenly, and reappeared on Bai Chunian’s body in the next second. He sat between his hip bones, with his hands on the alpha’s chest. His hair hung on Bai Chunian’s chest, scratching him and making it slightly itchy.
“Let me see.” Rimbaud lowered his eyes, scanned him, arched his back, neared his chest, and looked closely. He gently rubbed the scar on Bai Chunian’s chest with his fingertips. Back when he was at the cultivating base, in order to win the chance to enter the research center during a chaotic fight, he betrayed Bai Chunian, who had protected him all the way. Rimbaud tore open his chest and abdomen. He caused Bai Chunian to be seriously injured and infected, disqualifying him from entering the institute. Even now, the scar had not disappeared and only turned lighter with the passage of time.
Bai Chunian sounded a muffled groan when the cold fingertips touched his scar.
“Do you still mind?” Rimbaud asked. “Getting rid of it isn’t hard. It’ll hurt, bear with it and let me do it.”
“Don’t.” Bai Chunian’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he grasped Rimbaud’s slender waist with both hands so hard that he left a few red marks on the skin with his fingertips.
“I’ll remember you saving me.”
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Suddenly, like a young and aggressive male lion seizing its prey, the alpha turned over, pressed Rimbaud under him, and approached the hollow of his neck while breathing rapidly.
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Bai Chunian looked at Rimbaud with slightly confused and aggrieved eyes.
“No kissing again?”
Rimabud raised the tip of his index finger slightly to feint at the edge of the alpha’s lips, making Bai Chunian think that he was going to put his finger in his mouth, so he stuck out a bit of the tip of his tongue. However, Rimbaud put his fingers into the gap between the collar and his neck and tested the tightness.
Rimbaud asked, “Is it tight? Tell me if it hurts.”
Bai Chunian was a bit startled. He lowered his head, buried his face in the hollow of Rimbaud’s neck, and said in a low voice as if he didn’t want to be heard, “It’s a little suffocating, but it will be very exciting.”
“Mn?” Rimbaud stroked his hair and pinched the soft furry ears hidden inside.
“Touch me more normally,” the alpha said in a muffled voice, “I don’t want to always be seeking it.”
“Where do you like to be touched?” Although Rimbaud was in a suppressed position, he was still calm. His fingertips gently scratched the alpha’s abdominal muscles, “Do kitties like their stomachs touched?”
Bai Chunian didn’t answer, but his ears turned visibly red.
Rimbaud laughed drily.
“Why,” Bai Chunian asked in the same muffled voice, “Am I so obsessed with you? It’s getting worse and worse. A few months ago, I was still able to maintain my rationality, but now I can’t control it. I can do nothing, being with you like this, and my body and mind focus toward you. I’ll want to touch you, kiss you, let your smell cover my entire body. I want you to hold on to this chain all the time and not let go, or my surroundings will immediately feel empty.”
Rimbaud listened quietly and attentively, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and looked into his clear and hopeful eyes.
“Are you really a sea demon siren?” Bai Chunian asked, “Are you bewitching me?”
“I can do what a ‘demon’ can’t do. If you want to use human words to describe it, ‘god’ would be a bit more appropriate.” Rimbaud’s fishtail was gently coiled around Bai Chunian’s ankle and slender toes, making the fine hairs on the alpha’s back stand up.
“Obe?” Rimbaud whispered softly by his ear.
Bai Chunian almost sank into his bewitching voice, but he suddenly shook his head vigorously and got up. “Wait, I came back to find you for something serious. It was too early when I left, so I didn’t wake you up. I went to the cafeteria and got a meal, then met you on the way back.”
“Obe isn’t something serious?”
“…There is something a little more serious.” Bai Chunian left Rimbaud, got down from the bed, fished out the washed bandages in the fish tank, wrung them dry, and applied the moist bandages onto Rimbaud’s body. Loop by loop, Bai Chunian wrapped the bandages close to his skin and tied a small knot at his waist to tuck it into the inside of the bandages.
Alliance Police Department.
Satan was escorted back to the headquarters by the Alliance police officers, treated and installed with a suppressor by the Medical Association, and sent back to the police station for interrogation. At this time, he was locked up in the police station’s detention center. He had a very defiant stance against the interrogation and always remained silent.
Rimbaud saw Satan sitting inside through the glass of the interrogation room of the detention center. Somewhat impatient, he turned his head, “The serious thing is to visit an omega who is sowing discord between us?”
“I have to talk to him.” Bai Chunian touched Rimbaud’s shoulder, “If you don’t want to go in, I’ll go in and you can wait for me outside.”
Rimbaud forcefully picked at the glue under the glass with his fingertips and said indifferently, “Go.”
Guided by the police guards, Bai Chunian opened the door and entered. Satan was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, with his chin resting on his bent knee, one leg hanging down, and his bare and pale feet hanging down to the ground, half-covered by the hem of a black robe. His toes were decorated with red metal rings, and his goat horns protruded from the hood of the black robe.
Smelling Divine Envoy’s scent in the air, Satan slowly raised his indifferent and vapid eyes.
The window of the interrogation room was open to prevent Satan from using his differentiation ability in an enclosed space, but an electrified wire netting and guardrails were installed outside the window so Satan could not escape.
“It’s still cold, and the wind is too strong.” Bai Chunian walked to the bedside, put his hands on the window sill, looked out the window at the quiet white fir leaves, and closed the window.
After the window was closed and a while later, Satan said slowly, “If you want to talk, get a little closer.”
Bai Chunian had no intention of frightening him at all and sat on the interrogation table in front of Satan.
Satan raised his eyelids and showed a relaxed expression for the first time, “Is the Lord Divine Envoy here to redeem me?”
“You flatter me.” Bai Chunian took out a cigarette case from his pocket, placed one in his mouth to light, and slowly breathed out, “You didn’t hurt our IOA people or civilians, so naturally we won’t execute you. The following choice will be up to you.”
Satan understood his implication. The IOA wanted him to do some things in exchange for freedom and expected that he would not fail to appreciate their kindness.
Satan looked at him with a deep stare.
“What are you looking at me for?”
“I saw the end-of-the-world disaster.”
“Oh, what kind of disaster?”
“Drought.”
“There will be a solution when the time comes. Disasters are dead and people are alive. Wasn’t there Noah’s Ark during the flood?” Bai Chunian lowered his head. “That said, I have something to request your help on. You won’t refuse, right?”
Satan looked at the ground calmly. “I won’t, so promise me a request as well.”
Bai Chunian nodded.
“Come a bit closer.” Satan sensed his breath and quietly felt the powerful beating of his heart.
“It’s been dark for a long time, and I want to get close to something sacred,” Satan said. “I don’t deserve to touch Rimbaud. You’ll do.”
But outside the glass of the interrogation room, from Rimbaud’s perspective, the positions of the two inside were somewhat ambiguous.
The two people in the interrogation room suddenly heard a loud bang from the glass behind them. When they turned and looked, Rimbaud’s right hand had penetrated the bulletproof glass. He broke off a few pieces and crawled in from the outside.
Followed by a strong oppressive pheromone, Rimbaud appeared next to Satan in an instant, grabbed the omega’s nape, and lowered his head slightly. His pupils that contracted into vertical lines turned toward him. “Being close to me is enough.”
The sealed room was broken, and Satan’s Future Deduction ability stopped working. It was no longer possible to calculate the direction of events in this room.
Usually, Rimbaud was barely tolerant towards other omegas, but this time Bai Chunian could understand where Rimbaud’s anger came from. The submarine laboratory was destroyed due to the failure of eliminating Satan, which caused the leakage of infection agent in the sea; it couldn’t be said that he was completely innocent. Since Aileen, the instigator behind the scenes, had not been caught, it was understandable for Rimbaud to take his anger out on him.
Satan did not dodge and instead stared at Rimbaud with keen, sparkling eyes. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and faced Rimbaud with a devout prayer gesture.
Rimbaud gradually released his hand and clenched his fist by his side, unable to do anything more to Satan.
“Stay away from him,” Rimbaud grabbed his lower jaw and slowly warned, then turned and left.
Rimbaud left in anger. Bai Chunian was a little baffled.
Satan saw his confusion and expressionlessly said, “A god can’t hurt his believers, otherwise it will rebound on himself. I am willing to surrender and be at your mercy, so that he can’t kill me.”
When Bai Chunian came in and closed the windows and made the interrogation room into a closed space, Satan already understood. Bai Chunian let him use Future Deduction to foresee and certify that he would not harm him.
“…How do you count as a believer?” Bai Chunian asked.
“Surrender, conversion, having a reverent, attached heart and enthusiastic love.”
“Then…if they’re harmed, what will happen?” A bad premonition rose in Bai Chunian’s heart. He quickly added, “If the intention was not to hurt, but to save them.”
“The god will experience the suffering tenfold until the believer recovers. It’s really nothing. After all, he is immortal.”
“I’ll contact you later.” Bai Chunian said hastily, gestured to the police guards, and then ran out in the direction that Rimbaud left.
Rimbaud was sitting and waiting for him on the edge of a person-high flower bed outside the main entrance of the police department, his back facing the door. The tip of his fishtail handing down plucked a masora from the flower bed. There was a sunshower, sunlight and rain fell from the sky onto Rimbaud together.
The raindrops above his head were suddenly blocked, and Rimbaud turned around and lowered his gaze. Bai Chunian was standing at the bottom of the stairs, with his right hand in his pocket and his left hand raising an umbrella to the highest point, barely covering Rimbaud’s hair.
Rimbaud lifted the tip of his tail and gave him the flower.
Wait, so Rimbaud is actually, for real, a god. That’s not just him being arrogant? Damn.
Oooh… So our kitty will die and Rimbaud with him will dry the waters … Amazing ah
Thank You for the new chapter (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡
Oh my god!!!! So does that mean that Rimbaud felt 10 times the amount of BCN’s pain of being gutted back then until he recovered? Babyyyyy 😰
I think not because BCN didn’t he really is god yet? Or ehhhh?