Chapter 165: Hate Him
“Let me go.”
A shiver ran through Su Miantang’s entire body.
She didn’t know if it was due to extreme tension or being scorched by his burning lips and tongue, but her voice trembled slightly.
Yet the man’s tone was fierce and overbearing. “Answer me!”
It sounded like a command.
“What does it have to do with you?”
Why should she have to answer him?
Su Miantang’s hands gradually clenched, intending to drive her pheromones against him, but the remaining 20ml of blood extraction kept her rational.
Tenleson stared unblinkingly at that hand, his pupils darkening to an astonishing degree.
She still wanted to drive her pheromones against him?
For his sake?
“It has everything to do with the fact that his life is currently crushed within my grasp.”
As his words fell, Alan, who was lying on the floor, suddenly had his neck constricted, hoisted high up to the ceiling beams. The man’s cold, blade-like glare shot toward him entirely, striking him like a powerful artillery shell, inflicting agony upon every part of his body. As he struggled, he was clearly on the verge of suffocation.
Yet Tenleson still hadn’t withdrawn his hand, as if intending to put him to death.
At that moment, the young girl finally spoke up. “He is my colleague. We came out to work together, so of course I have to protect him!”
Tenleson didn’t believe her and activated his mind-reading ability.
He discovered…
[Her heart and mouth are one.]
She wasn’t lying.
He wasn’t her pretty boy, either.
In an instant, the dark clouds covering his eyes quietly dispersed. Alan plummeted to the floor. The man’s tongue traced a satisfying lick against her smooth neck before he reluctantly let go, a series of deep, low chuckles escaping from his throat.
“So that’s how it is.”
“?”
Su Miantang had no idea where his sense of amusement originated; her chest was completely brimming with fury.
“Now, can you let me go?”
She looked down, observing how his arm locked across her chest, pinching her waist so fiercely his knuckles dug into her soft flesh. This completely possessive, crushing posture was practically indistinguishable from acting like a hooligan.
Yet the man found it incredibly comfortable. Not only did he not release her, but he pulled her even tighter. He lowered his head, his chaotic, ambiguous breath brushing against her ear. “Little Marshmallow, do you want my blood?”
Blood?
Hope reignited within Su Miantang’s heart.
She let out a soft “Mhm.”
“Then let me sleep with you once. You can have as much as you want.”
This utterly frivolous, licentious remark thoroughly enraged the young girl, incinerating every last shred of her rationality. Fury blazed within her, and she immediately raised her hand to drive her pheromones against him.
Previously, it only took a single second—or even less—to take immediate effect, but today…
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The concentration of her Warning-class pheromones continuously amplified, yet it had zero effect!
How could this be?!
Her amber pupils dilated sharply, turning to look at him in absolute disbelief. Tenleson was momentarily captivated by that gorgeous light, his breathing growing shallow. “You agreed?”
[Agree, my foot!]
Her pheromones proved useless, so she simply lowered her head and bit his arm.
She had assumed he would scream and throw her off. She never expected his laughter to grow even more arrogant and perverse, harboring a faint trace of absolute enjoyment.
“Little Marshmallow, your teeth are so soft and sticky. It feels so damn good when you bite me, especially your tongue…”
[He really is a pervert, isn’t he?]
“How does my arm feel? I just finished shedding my skin, so the scales are completely fresh.”
[Ahhhhhh!]
A turbulent wave of horror suddenly crashed through Su Miantang’s heart, her scalp tingling and shivering uncontrollably.
She was actually… biting a snake! A massive python dozens of meters long!
She stomped heavily on his shoe.
Tenleson slightly loosened his grip on her.
The young girl instantly pulled the Aurora Frisbee from her pocket. “Alan, let’s go!”
In a flash, the two vanished from the prison.
The man stared toward the cafeteria exit, his expression turning blank. The amusement filling his eyes gradually dissipated, and the smile curving his lips grew incredibly stiff and ugly.
Little Marshmallow, hate me. Hate me forever.
We can only be enemies.
His palm unknowingly clenched tighter and tighter, so tight the veins bulged prominently and his knuckles turned a pale white. On his arm, the freshly scabbed wound tore open, a meandering stream of crimson blood flowing down his trembling fingertips, dripping onto the floor drop by drop.
After returning to the Academy of Sciences, Su Miantang felt somewhat dejected.
She hadn’t retrieved the remaining blood, and had even caused Alan to get injured. Overwhelmed by guilt, she locked herself inside the laboratory until Professor Mo Jin knocked on the door.
“Researcher Su, you still haven’t left work?”
“You don’t need to blame yourself too much for what transpired today. You have already done your absolute best.”
“To be honest, I couldn’t even believe it. The fact that you managed to safely extract 10ml of blood from Tenleson on your very first attempt is already a miracle. If it weren’t for you, those children inflicted with the snake venom might not have even had the chance to wake up. As for the rest, it depends entirely on their own fortune.”
“As for Alan, the doctors confirmed he isn’t seriously injured. He’s an A-grade male, his physique is exceptionally robust. Two days of rest and he’ll be perfectly fine.”
Fortune?
The snake venom hadn’t been fully eradicated; it flaring up again was only a matter of time.
It was her who had given them hope, only to personally extinguish it.
Su Miantang lowered her eyes, recalling another matter. “Professor Mo Jin, under what circumstances would a female’s pheromones have zero effect on a male?”
“That’s very simple.”
“When the grade of the female’s pheromones is lower than the male’s combat power grade.”
But she was an SSSS-grade female, and he was an SS-grade male—just like Lanlan, the Big Golden Retriever, Little Ears, and Qin Yanzhou. Why were they all affected by her pheromones, yet he wasn’t?
“Are there no other possibilities?”
“No.” Just as Professor Mo Jin was about to shake his head, his rigorous, professional scientific mindset rapidly processed all possibilities. “Perhaps, there is one other scenario.”
“What is it?”
“The male… has no gland.”
“No gland?” This was Su Miantang’s very first time hearing such a concept. “Are there beastmen who lack a gland?”
“No. Every single beastman is born with a gland, even deformed infants. However… possessing one congenitally doesn’t guarantee possessing one postnatally.”
“There was once an exceptionally heinous murder case on the planet, where a criminal brutally dug out a person’s gland while they were still alive. The individual whose gland was extracted died shortly after.”
“Died?”
“Yes. Once a beastman loses their gland, their lifespan becomes incredibly brief, rarely exceeding forty years. They either perish from combat power collapse because a female cannot utilize her pheromones to soothe them, or—even if their combat power is exceedingly powerful and won’t easily collapse—they will be tortured to death upon entering estrus because they cannot be marked by female pheromones.”
“Thus, having one’s gland extracted is considered the most cruel punishment in the world for a beastman. Not only is the process agonizing to the absolute extreme, but the ensuing death is also incredibly gruesome. It would be far more merciful to simply kill them outright.”
“By the way, Researcher Su, why are you inquiring about this?”
“It’s nothing…”
Su Miantang furrowed her brows slightly, a thought flashing through her mind.
Tenleson couldn’t possibly have had his gland dug out by someone, could he?
“Let’s not discuss this anymore.”
“The Dean is currently on Blue Water Planet. He just tried reaching you via optical computer, but you didn’t answer. He asked me to check if you were in the lab and to deliver this to you.”
Professor Mo Jin held up the box in his hand.
“What is this?”
“He said this is the Botox you two formulated together. It’s fully completed now and ready to be delivered to the client’s home. The address is inside.”
“Alright, just leave it here for now…”
As Su Miantang reached out to take it, she spotted the name written on it: Amy Esper.
She remembered Amy. She was the female whose left cheek had been severely burned during childhood, leaving a massive scar. But… she also carried the surname Esper?
What a coincidence?
Perhaps sharing the identical surname reignited her fighting spirit.
She had originally intended to deliver the Botox later, but since she had nothing else to do right now, she might as well deliver it while brainstorming how to obtain the remaining 20ml of blood from Tenleson.
Following the address, she soon arrived at Water City—Misty Town. Just as she stood before Amy’s door, a pair of deep, emerald-green snake pupils hiding in the shadows abruptly narrowed.
Why… is she here?
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