Chapter 25: 025 part 1
Zhu Ran called out softly a few times, but the man bound by the vines did not respond.
His pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes were clouded and turbid, the whites of his eyes bloodshot. He seemed to be trapped in an endless nightmare, devoid of consciousness and unable to wake up.
He struggled to break free from the vines’ restraint. The bulging grey-green veins on his fair neck appeared savage and terrifying against his skin.
The sheer hostility within him, unable to find release, grew even more restless and violent.
Zhu Ran could feel that the man was currently like a rabid, cornered beast—devoid of reason and full of hatred toward everyone.
“Is this… a Spiritual Sea Berserk?”
A Spiritual Sea Berserk was a severe condition in the interstellar era that had no cure.
A person entering this state would not only fail to recognize their own kin and become violent and cruel to the outside world, but they would be the same toward themselves.
Their materialized spiritual power would harm their own body and spiritual sea; at best, they would be disabled, and at worst, they would die.
To this day, the interstellar medical world remained unable to cure the Spiritual Sea Berserk syndrome.
Zhu Ran didn’t know why Z had appeared in his home in such a state.
But he knew that if Z didn’t receive treatment soon, he would likely die on the spot from the collapse of his spiritual sea.
“Hold on, I’ll call a doctor for you.”
Zhu Ran sat halfway up, reaching for his optical computer to contact a physician.
However, in the next moment, with a sharp rip, the vines that had been binding Z were shredded into small segments.
Z’s violent spiritual power poured out completely out of control, like a torrential storm or a galactic explosion.
His spiritual power was as sharp as a blade, easily cutting through his restraints, but it also left him bruised and battered.
Z leaned forward. With one hand, he pinned Zhu Ran’s hands above his head, and with the other, he clamped down on Zhu Ran’s neck once again, leaving no room for escape, like a predator catching its prey.
Blood dripped down the lines of his well-defined muscles, falling drop by drop onto Zhu Ran, staining Zhu Ran’s white fluffy pajamas with a vivid, brilliant red.
In Z’s current state of consciousness, every living entity before his eyes was an enemy.
Since it was an enemy, it had to be killed.
Zhu Ran’s upper body was pinned so tightly he couldn’t move at all, so he prepared to lift his leg to kick Z.
But Z anticipated the move. He used his own leg to firmly pin Zhu Ran’s down, nipping any possibility of the prey’s escape in the bud.
In terms of build and physical strength, Z was already a head taller and much stronger than Zhu Ran.
And now, being in a berserk state, his strength and reflexes were twice what they usually were.
Zhu Ran was completely outmatched.
“Let… go… Z…”
Zhu Ran spoke with great difficulty.
What he received in return was the other party tightening his grip.
A death grip that refused to let go.
Zhu Ran was like a fish pinned to a cutting board, at the mercy of another.
He couldn’t breathe…
At this rate… he would die…
Zhu Ran gasped heavily, but he could only catch thin wisps of air.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on his cheeks, making his pale face look incredibly fragile—like a pure, flawless freesia that could be snapped by a mere gust of wind.
“Hah… hah…”
Zhu Ran controlled his breathing frequency, forcing himself to stay calm in this situation.
He mobilized his spiritual power again, but this time, he didn’t use it to catalyze vines. Instead, he used it to stimulate the fragrance on his own body.
The unique fragrance he carried could attract the attention of others.
Accompanied by sweat and blood, a rich fragrance suddenly erupted.
The scent was like honey, tinting the dark room with a layer of warmth. Within the herbal scent, there was a lingering, addictive sweetness.
It smelled… really good.
Z’s nose twitched twice. The sweet and fragrant scent directly stimulated his sense of smell, filling his violent spiritual sea that was currently saturated with the aura of blood and madness.
The fragrance was like sprinkling vanilla sugar onto a raging, boiling spiritual sea, emitting a sweetness that made one crave it.
Those violent factors, having received the “vanilla sugar,” became slightly calmer.
“So fragrant…”
Attracted by the scent, Z lowered his head toward the source.
His entire head nuzzled against Zhu Ran’s cheek. His scorching skin pressed against Zhu Ran’s cold, sweat-drenched cheeks as he unconsciously rubbed back and forth.
Because of the cold sweat, Zhu Ran’s body temperature was on the lower side.
In Z’s perception, the other party was like a piece of clean, clear ice—possessing a massive attraction for someone who felt as if they were being roasted by fire.
Not to mention, this “ice” was very fragrant.
Z used his face to rub every part of Zhu Ran’s face.
Forehead, jaw, nose, eye sockets… not a single spot was missed.
But he was completely unsatisfied with such contact; he wanted more, much more.
Z buried his head in the crook of Zhu Ran’s neck, sniffing the scent again.
Because the neck was being squeezed, Zhu Ran’s cold sweat rubbed off onto Z’s fingers, making the unique fragrance even richer.
To better approach his sweet “ice block,” Z adjusted his grip on Zhu Ran’s neck, forcing the other party to tilt his chin upward, exposing more of the skin on his neck.
He carefully sniffed his “chilled vanilla sugar,” then followed his instincts and opened his mouth.
Cool, fragrant, and a bit sweet.
He liked it so much.
The taste of vanilla sugar was too intoxicating for Z; he couldn’t help but sample it back and forth.
“Ugh…”
As his fragile neck was touched, a soft moan escaped from Zhu Ran’s lips.
He could feel the hand around his neck slowly loosening its grip, allowing him to breathe normally.
However… because of Z’s actions, Zhu Ran’s entire body was now soft and devoid of any strength.
The other party’s intimate behaviors were like a wild beast cruelly toying with its food before enjoying a feast.
It was… too much.
Just as Zhu Ran was momentarily dazed, Z suddenly took a hard bite of the “vanilla sugar.”
The metallic taste of blood instantly entered his mouth, carrying with it Zhu Ran’s unique fragrance and spiritual power. It entered Z’s chaotic spiritual sea without any hindrance.
Being invaded by another person’s spiritual power should have made Z furious.
But perhaps it was because the other party’s spiritual power was too warm and sweet, Z allowed that wisp of power to enter his territory, invading, soothing, and calming.
Eventually… everything chaotic was returned to its proper track.
And then… Z regained consciousness.
His blue-gold heterochromatic eyes turned clear, and the bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes faded.
Z stared at the position he was in, pinning Zhu Ran down.
One of his hands was pinning both of Zhu Ran’s wrists, the other was clutching the man’s neck like a predator, and his legs were exerting heavy pressure to keep the other party down.
Zhu Ran had been made a mess by him, looking as if he had been fished out of the water. Not to mention, Zhu Ran had been bitten until he bled, and crimson blood was currently seeping from the side of his neck.
His nose was full of the scent of vanilla sugar, while his mouth held the metallic sweetness of blood.
The aftertaste was endless.
Z’s eyes deepened. His beautiful heterochromatic eyes became profound and mysterious, like the dead of night.
His body temperature remained high; he still craved the cool touch of Zhu Ran.
He wanted to embrace his “vanilla sugar” even more deeply.
The veins at his temples and neck were still bulging and hadn’t subsided; Z’s breathing was gradually getting heavier.
In the quiet, messy room, such breathing was incredibly unsettling.
“Cough, cough… cough…”
Zhu Ran was completely unable to speak at this moment, only coughing continuously.
There was a clear mark on his neck where he had been squeezed, and the wound next to the mark was bleeding, making Zhu Ran’s skin look as if he had been bullied, possessing a kind of shattered beauty.
Z’s pupils suddenly contracted. In the fragrance-filled room, his hard-won consciousness showed signs of losing control again.
Only this time, the direction of his loss of control wasn’t toward destruction, but toward possession.
Z immediately took a stabilizer from the bag at his waist and, without hesitation, jabbed another needle into his own neck.
With the help of Zhu Ran’s spiritual power and fragrance, the enhanced stabilizer—which had previously been useless—quickly took effect. Z’s consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
“I’m sorry.”
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