Ziek struggled to hold back his laughter as he observed how Bing Shi's head kept falling to the front due to the heavy mask.
But his joy soon disappeared the moment Bing Shi woke up. He nervously watched how she took out a red marker from her backpack, wrote a message on a wall, and sat back to continue sleeping. This time, Kuro's body grew in size and enclosed Bing Shi in a cocoon.
"I'm not a free comedian," Bing Shi stated matter-of-factly.
"How much? I'll pay," Ziek playfully quipped, his curiosity piqued.
"Out of stock," Bing Shi responded, her eyes closing once again. "I don't feel like selling myself today."
Ziek's grin faded, and his heart grew heavy at her words. The echoes of her refusal brought forth memories he had long tried to bury. Memories of his mother, who had been trapped in a cycle of trading her dignity for the comfort of addiction.
His face held a distant expression, his gaze momentarily lost in the past.
He didn't attend kindergarten like other children, his mother's men would give him pocket money to go to the internet café. But upon arrival, he was met with rejection, deemed too dirty and odorous to be allowed in.
The concept of neglected childhood and basic necessities like three meals a day or regular baths was alien to him. Yet, he adapted quickly, learning how to wash his clothes and a shower routine. He then returned to the café and ingratiated himself with the staff, learning how to use a computer—knowledge that became his lifeline.
Kindness wasn't foreign to him; there were girls who had extended their hand to help him. It was as if somebody collected a truck of girls and threw them at him. Like here. Choose one.
In the orphanage, there would be a good girl who would give him food or fight his bullies. Fūck her! Why did she have to stick herself every time, everywhere? He had some plans with those bullies already! After he got rid of her by sending her to a foster house, there'd be another cheerful girl pestering him...
In the indoctrination center, he was paired up with a few gifted kids around his age, mainly girls. At that point, he didn't care about anything but entertainment. He attained it by losing each and every time there was a competition. You should've seen everyone's expression. It was priceless. Though it did cost him a few nights in a torture chamber. Well, who cared, he never felt more alive.
His recollections jumped from one phase of his life to another—the orphanage, the indoctrination center, and ultimately, the military lab.
Ah, such beautiful memories.
Did he really need this peculiar being, Bing Shi, to intrude on his path to nowhere? He was perfectly fine. He was used to the loneliness.
Right?
Right?!
However, when he turned his gaze to the white cocoon that enclosed Bing Shi, his skepticism gave way to a yet another burst of laughter. The sight of her enveloped in Kuro's protective form and her message scrawled on the wall was so absurd that it broke through his walls, at least momentarily.
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That night wasn't like any other night in Fu Lian's life. They did it on the grass, in the lake, and ended up in the bed inside her cottage. Hormones shut down their higher brain and gave space for their animal self.
Fu Lian woke up with an aching body and looked over at her lover in a daze. The sight was so blinding that she had to cover her bruised body with a white sheet.
Yi Zen was a living piece of art, leaning against the headboard in all his glory, every muscle on his torso flowed from the light into the dark. Holding a cigarette, he breathed in that shallow rhythmic way he did whenever he was smoking.
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Noticing the motion, Yi Zen smirked at his kitten wrapped in a blanket, his lower area once again stood tall and proud, "There's no need to hide. I saw everything."
"..." Fu Lian was too flustered to voice anything out.
After finishing his smoke, he went for another steamy devil's tango session — what a strange pseudonym, but that's what his sister liked to call it.
"No~...Ahn~...stop~..." Fu Lian moaned out in protest. Her cry was silenced with his mouth as he pounded harshly inside her sweet spot, each thrust stronger than the previous.
"...Ahhhh...." Fu Lian moaned in ecstasy as she passed out from the mindblowing climax.
Yi Zen groaned from her tight walls clamping on him. Before an accident could happen, he quickly pulled out his leaking member. Panting, he reclined down next to Fu Lian and raised his hand to see the time on his watch.
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Where did all his energy come from? Yi Zen wondered. To confirm if his little sister was right, he didn't sleep nor eat for two days.
Little did he know that Bing Shi was joking when she said he'd regain all his energy after one devil's tango session with Fu Lian.
Putting a towel around his waist, he went outside to fetch a bucket of water to clean their bodies. After clothing himself and Fu Lian up, he picked up his phone, only to notice that there was no signal.
Now.
How should he get out of this prison?
"Little kitten, people are waiting for us outside," he caressed Fu Lian's cheek while whispering to her ears.
Fu Lian's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly. "How do you know?" she asked with a hoarse voice. Sending her astral body out, she saw that hateful man sitting next to Kuro...and that woman.
Above them, a double meaning message could be seen. Was it for Fu Lian or this world's zombies? Those who didn't know better would think it was for the zombies. Written in a bloody red color, the meaning brought anxiety within Fu Lian's heart. 'Is she challenging me?'
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Don't think you've won.
The war is not over yet,
not until I give up.
~ Bing Shi
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'I can never go wrong with another backup plan, can I?'
'In case I fail to make Yi Zen feel loved as his sister, Fu Lian comes to the scene.'
'Let's shatter her confidence a bit.'
'Let her fight for her man.'
'Let her pamper him and protect him from me... the evildoer.'
'Come at me, Fu Lian.'
'I may be kind, but I don't play nice. ♪♫'