Chapter 119: Eil
The moon was already high in the night sky, coldly watching everything beneath the moonlight.
Unknown insects chirped in the wilderness outside the stable, and Fisher’s room was filled with a faint smell of saltpeter. Yet at the same time, there was a somewhat viscous atmosphere mixed in, as if everything was shrouded in darkness, leaving only simple and pure sensations.
Time seemed to have lost its normal flow here; otherwise, how could it have gone from afternoon to deep night in the blink of an eye?
Eil was staring at the ceiling of the laboratory, his eyes, like fiery serpents, blinked, and after waiting for a while, he calmed down and lazily turned to look at the man sitting by the bed.
Fisher’s body, which had clearly just exercised, seemed tireless, transforming into the heaviest steam engine in the human world, ruthlessly crushing his prey. Eil understood this feeling well.
His still flushed face leaned back against the bed, while the arrow-like tail remained in his hands for him to play with.
“Well, you don’t seem to absorb any of that ‘Fallen Nature’ at all. And you’re working so hard; do you really want me to have little demons?”
Fisher turned to look at her behind him. He felt a sense of exhilaration all over his body, as if the pent-up feelings had been released.
Eil was indeed correct. After training in the afternoon, he felt very hot and uncomfortable, but now, in the deep night, he felt full of energy, just like when he was beside Raphael on the Southern Continent.
Both physically and mentally, he was at his peak.
He glanced down at the demon’s tail still clutched in his hand, wiped the thick smell of saltpeter from the corner of his mouth, and could not help but sigh inwardly,
So this is what the taste of demons is?
“Weren’t you supposed to absorb your food from me?”
Eil lazily nodded. The flames on her tail burned even brighter. Fisher had previously been afraid to touch the pointed end, but just now, he discovered she could feel that little flame when he did, and he also felt that warm sensation himself.
The demon’s tail was indeed quite unique.
“Ah, just a bit, but it’s basically negligible, which is nice, at least it means you won’t get lost in it.”
Eil suddenly sat up, seemingly lost in thought, her red hair draping over her front. After rubbing her stomach in frustration, she said,
“But since I didn’t receive food and only a bunch of other things, I’m very hungry, Fisher. Get me something to eat.”
“.”
Watching the red-haired demon’s eager eyes, Fisher silently glanced outside at the sky, where a full moon had already reached the apex.
At this point, food from the school was basically out of the question; they probably had already turned off the lights and closed for the night.
His own laboratory didn’t have anything to eat either.
But he gently placed Eil’s tail down and prepared to stand up,
“I’ll go out and find something for you.”
Before he could rise, the arrow-like tail behind him poked him repeatedly in the back. Without the cover of clothing, he felt a prickly sensation.
Fisher didn’t get angry; he just turned back, puzzled, only to find Eil coming in for a kiss.
The hot sensation felt as if he was kissing jelly inside lava. After smelling the saltpeter for a long time, he subtly caught a whiff of a rich fragrance, causing Fisher to embrace her voluntarily.
After a long time, they slightly parted.
In fact, they had only known each other for less than two days. Such a casual relationship, driven merely by desire, could always create a strange thrill, yet this kiss seemed to deepen their connection, making it less purely physical.
“Alright, I can endure; you stay here for the time being.”
She nibbled on the corner of Fisher’s mouth, then moved back a bit. Even in this strange atmosphere, she still appeared languid, just like before, not particularly fond of moving around.
“Heh, you humans are really interesting. Clearly, you haven’t been stirred by my Fallen Nature, yet you act so casually. Aren’t you afraid I’ll drain you dry? Or is this the result of your rational thinking?”
“Just as you said before, I’ve been holding back for too long, with too much to release. Besides, you are indeed quite beautiful.”
Eil smiled mischievously, pinching Fisher’s shoulder, and said,
“Hey, your taste in humans is really strange. You like demons too? What about dragon people? Angels? You like all of them; you can accept all of them?”
Fisher thought for a moment, feeling hot all over, unable to find a shred of distaste. Could this be due to the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans?
When did he also get categorized as a “freak,” becoming a weirdo with a peculiar preference for subhuman races?
He carefully recalled human women, such as Elizabeth, and found he liked them very much.
Being good at summarizing, Fisher quickly realized that he might just have a preference for beautiful things, just a wider range of affection than other normal men.
However, he didn’t really care about these matters.
While he was contemplating, Eil suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek, straightening his thoughtful face and looking directly into her eyes,
“You human, I don’t know why, but just the thought of you thinking about other females right now makes me furious. Stop thinking, look at me first.”
So, Fisher temporarily broke off his thoughts and looked at the demon in front of him.
Her body was athletic, lacking the usual soft touch of women, but it was precisely because of this that their intensity was frightening. However, neither of them had any objections; the only one with an opinion, the bed board, would not speak.
After more time of intoxication passed, recognizable conversations sounded within the room again.
“You have many scars on your back. Who did you fight with?”
Fisher noticed the many scars on her body, but most had healed, leaving only traces of a different color from her skin. He was somewhat curious as to how anyone could injure someone as powerful as a demon. Was it the angel race she mentioned before?
“In battles, I’ve dealt with dragons, angels, trolls, and chaos beings — all of them. But most of those who left scars on me died on the spot, and I’m still alive and well, able to sleep every night and meet someone delicious like you. So I should be grateful, not bad.”
Fisher gently embraced her back, occasionally patting her. She seemed to enjoy this very much. Before long, bubbling noises akin to magma began to emerge from her stomach, and the flames on her tail began to sway.
The physical structure of demon races was truly fascinating. Even Fisher felt completely unable to fathom her condition, yet under such premises, they crossed that forbidden boundary.
Was it because the demon in front of him was too tempting, or was it because he hadn’t released his desires for too long?
“Do you want to learn my fighting skills afterward?”
Eil grinned mischievously, seemingly eager to impart her unique skills, “I’m the best fighter in my clan. You won’t regret learning my techniques; others don’t even have the opportunity. You only need thirty thousand, and then you’ll get my skills. Oh, and after I tricked you, you can revel in it.”
Even though she said “trick,” it was clear she was rather proactive about it.
Fisher thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, “I don’t know if your demon fighting methods are suitable for me. The training you gave me before was quite a load.”
“Really? I feel like you’re not tired at all. Otherwise, how come…”
Fisher covered her mouth, preventing any more dangerous words from escaping.
She protested muffledly for a moment, and only then did Fisher let go of his mischievous hand, letting her continue,
“You really… But if you want to learn, you have to come here for the next few days. I’ll introduce you to the basics; the rest you can practice slowly once I leave.”
After hearing this, Fisher wasn’t surprised, after all, their time together was limited. It was impossible to master everything in such a short time; she could only give him a brief introduction, and he would have to rely on his own practice afterward.
However, he was still very curious about the human she was looking for, the one even demons referred to as a “sinner.” What kind of being was that?
“I know, but who are you looking for?”
“I won’t tell you, but you can rest assured, that guy committed heinous crimes, someone who deserves to die a thousand times over. You don’t have to worry about me recklessly slaughtering your kind; after all, this isn’t a time of war. Huh? Why am I suddenly concerned about your feelings? It seems our compatibility might be really good.”
It was unclear whether it was a teasing tactic or genuine feelings, but anyway, the room was pitch black, and Fisher couldn’t make out her specific expression. Regardless, she soon continued speaking,
“I’m just joking, but you really are quite to my taste. Once I finish my tasks, returning to play with you for a while is also a nice option.”
According to her perspective, after her tasks were done, she would go back to her place to sleep. Now she could even place him before her sleep, though he knew this was a significant compliment to her, he couldn’t feel happy about it.
Yet he didn’t rebut, just silently smiled and said,
“Continue?”
“Hey, you’re being a bit excessive. I let you release your stock, not to let you indulge in it. How can you say such things without having any ‘Fallen Nature’ at all? Hmm, wait.”
The moonlit night was bright, and for a moment, there was no conversation in the room.
So much text to type on Friday, taking a short rest over the weekend, and starting tomorrow to type more drafts for uncertain updates, sorry, sorry.
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