Chapter 445: 62. The Poisonous Frosting
“Crack!!”
As Fisher’s nearly explosive power drove deeply into the peach tree before him, the trunk, which looked no different from an ordinary fragile peach tree, instantly snapped in the direction of his force, toppling over to another side.
Hela, sitting on a branch at the top of the peach tree, fell due to gravity, her mythical race identity remaining undisclosed, as she was also pulled down by the weight.
Against the night wind of Peach Blossom Spring, her white robe was swept up wildly, naturally outlining her graceful and enchanting body posture.
Fisher could not understand; clearly, she had not yet chosen her gender, yet her curves were so smooth and harmonious that they made her incredibly captivating.
She seemed a bit surprised, covering her white robe about to be blown up with both hands, just like a shy young girl covering her long dress. One of her long legs was raised slightly, pointing directly at Fisher below.
“Crack, crack, crack!”
Although she fell straight to the ground, she appeared as silent as a nimble cat. Instead, the peach tree that Fisher had split in half cried out in despair as it fell backward. The swaying peach blossoms from the sky slowly descended, blanketing Hela in pink, obscuring Fisher’s view of whether she was smirking or distressed.
Amidst the confounding peach blossoms, Fisher could no longer restrain himself and reached out his iron-claw-like hands toward the annoying angel, directly pointing at her delicate wrist.
Perhaps even Fisher was taken by surprise; everything was proceeding so smoothly.
He easily grasped her soft wrist, even using too much force, causing her to fall backward, pressing her down beneath him and significantly reducing the distance between them.
In such a tight confrontation, the atmosphere between them showed no regard for their rank difference, appearing quite aggressive.
“What exactly do you want?”
Fisher’s voice was low, reminiscent of a lion licking its prey, terrifying.
He was indeed somewhat puzzled, as since his arrival here, this suddenly encountered angel seemed to be quite interested in him, either offering help or teasing and provoking him without any clear reason.
Rational analysis suggested that her so-called “theory of fun” made no sense, but for some unknown reason, placing that reason on her seemed so reasonable. Yet, even seemingly reasonable explanations could lead to suspicion, and that was precisely the case at this moment.
Having undergone previous training with Renee, Fisher had developed a high resistance to Hela’s similar teasing, but he could not contain the burning desire within him that was fanned continuously. Moreover, he had just escaped from the research of several subhuman women and was on the brink of collapse.
Yet even so, this girl…
With her hands firmly gripping the soil, Hela looked at him pitifully, her golden short curls falling over her cheeks, obscuring her right eye. She breathed shallowly, a mist of gentle vapor around her, yet she did not respond to Fisher’s words but instead pleaded,
“It hurts.”
“…Are you still pretending?”
Faced with a plea that seemed capable of melting any hardened stone, Fisher was silent for a moment, unconsciously tightening his grip on her hands as if wanting to fuse with her. Then, he finally struggled through her numerous acting flaws.
Hela’s “pitiful” expression gradually shifted upwards, her stunning face still vaguely dusted among the fallen peach blossoms, evoking a sense of bittersweet fragility in Fisher.
Unfortunately, the slight upward curvature of her mouth betrayed her.
She felt no annoyance even when exposed because in her eyes, the one shackled by desire and still struggling was simply so interesting.
Her smile was very unique; it lacked the clarity of others’ smiles and instead had a touch of vagueness, lacking stability while exuding a sense of danger, resembling a deadly poison coated with frosting and a daunting yet magnificent mountain that could drop one into an abyss with a single misstep, yet still enticing others to bravely challenge it.
Maintaining that smile, Hela retorted,
“No, mainly I don’t know what it is you’re confused about?”
The fallen peach tree in front of Hela seemed to regrow as if restored by time, the leaves forming a wiggling, swaying shadow under the moonlight, like a living chaos that covered half her face, revealing only her moving red lips as she spoke,
“Are you perplexed by my special attention towards you? Or do you need it to be more specific, questioning why I tirelessly tease your already precarious desires?”
Her gaze gradually lowered, as if she had seen something that should not be seen, something that would provoke shyness and avoidance.
But surprisingly, her gaze did not evade, leaving one unsure whether it was a provocation or something else, annoying yet captivating.
“And if it’s the latter?”
“Because it’s fun~”
She answered without hesitation, as if it were the most natural thing, seemingly unaware that she was still being restrained by Fisher.
Fisher had anticipated this, or rather, it seemed like no matter what he asked her, this would be her go-to answer.
But this time it was different. With an amiable smile, Hela provided Fisher with further explanation about this matter:
“You see, restrained desires are like a barrel of high explosives with a burning fuse; you keep tugging at that fuse, trying to extend it to delay the explosion. But you know it will inevitably explode, bringing consequences each time, especially when you don’t have a stable female partner nearby. Every detonation is a sin, tugging at your sense of responsibility, keeping you from letting go of the past or the present and leaving you worried about the future.”
Her fingers danced along Fisher’s hand, each word penetrating his heart alongside her playful yet profound movement,
“Reproductive desires are not merely about indulgence and release; they’re more like an unrestrained possession that seamlessly alters your inner self, making it impossible for you to abandon any connected individual and impairing your rationality to act randomly with any female to release those desires. No, perhaps you’ve thought that way before, but whenever you reflect upon it, you find it impossible to let go.”
Hela’s words easily pierced Fisher’s heart; he had indeed acted that way; otherwise, he wouldn’t have easily formed such a relationship with Eil at Saint Nali. Just as Hela had said, despite his brief time with Eil, she had engraved herself so deeply within him like Raphael, to the extent that he even considered her during tumultuous moments.
When did he become such a greedy person?
Observing the slightly dazed Fisher, Hela laughed again,
“But none of that matters; it’s all in the past now. Yet, even though you know that your actions will undoubtedly have consequences, you certainly don’t realize that, at this very moment, the consequences of everything you do here and now will be hundreds or thousands of times more severe than what you’ve done before.”
Upon hearing this, Fisher’s pupils slightly shrank. Wise as he was, he almost instantly realized the true implications of what Hela was saying.
But the answer was not for him to unveil because the next moment, Hela leaned in slightly, turning her red lips towards Fisher’s left ear.
There, barely perceptible, a voice only the two of them could catch came:
“Fisher, you come from the future; would you like to try and see what kind of consequences will arise from igniting a barrel of explosives in the past?”
“You…”
Fisher was indeed somewhat shocked. This world should only have Gouwen knowing he came from the future. He did not doubt that Gouwen had betrayed him because he had been with Gouwen almost all the time, leaving him no opportunity to disclose this matter to Hela and no reason to do so.
Thoughts racing through his mind about Hela’s possible intentions and the rising desires collided within him, transforming what was originally a quiet and peaceful Peach Blossom Spring into a flurry of chaos in his heart. Just before his thoughts could spiral into anxiety, Hela leaned back against the ground and said,
“Don’t worry; I’m not interested in that kind of thing. Lifeless predetermined outcomes aren’t to my taste; I’m more inclined towards the elusive unknown. From a woman’s perspective, I prefer surprises. Comparatively, let’s focus on your current predicament. How about little Tangze? She seems quite dependent on you, calling you ‘Teacher Fisher’ every day; that’s the easiest approach!”
Hela’s mention of “that kind of thing” clearly referred to the future. Even after discovering that Fisher came from the future, she had no interest in it. From her viewpoint, wouldn’t knowing what would happen in the future be utterly dull?
“…”
Fisher maintained his silence, while Hela slightly tilted her head and then suggested,
“Ah, I almost forgot, little Tangze is a human from Neceria, right? A Phoenix Race member, and it seems you actually enjoy subhumans? Just wrap your story about your Phoenix ex-wife nicely, and perhaps that cold-faced Phoenix Race member would be very fond of you, too! After all, you’re quite likable to the Phoenix Race, and…”
Watching Hela chat on carefreely, indifferently seeking fun, Fisher’s expression darkened further.
Perhaps it was due to her long-standing malicious teasing, or perhaps the negligence she had shown over time, or maybe it was everything hidden within the fog that made it impossible for him to see any weaknesses or foundations. All this annoyance and anger compounded, making it increasingly difficult for Fisher to endure.
While Hela was still speaking, Fisher suddenly took a deep breath, steeling himself as he lowered his head and captured her chattering mouth, as if to exact revenge by devouring everything about her.
“Mm!”
Hela’s blue-golden scattered pupils trembled slightly, appearing caught off guard by Fisher’s unexpected action at that moment.
However, the unexpectedness did not bring her surprise or panic; instead, she felt only joy and intense interest.
With the binding of Fisher’s grip, her hands suddenly gained immense strength, easily breaking through Fisher’s blockade. Then, in the surprised gaze of Fisher, she cupped his face with one hand, deepening the kiss that originally carried revenge and venting intent.
In that instant, Fisher felt as if his skull had been struck by an electric current.
The complication of sensations intermingled within that kiss—something as sweet as the sweetest frosting and as bitter as the harshest poison—paralyzed him, making it difficult for him to act, even if he wanted to escape.
“Pop!”
Hela’s kiss was incredibly strange, provoking a feeling within Fisher like never before, leaving him slightly breathless, allowing her to freely suck up her own satisfaction before slowly retreating, stirring his brain and heart, easing some of the perpetual heat that clung to him, almost as if he felt the chill of the night.
It wasn’t until Hela’s soft lips left his that Fisher finally covered his cheeks, as if still savoring the sensation of that kiss, making it hard for him to let go.
Hela lay grinning on the ground, amidst her slightly messy golden curls; Fisher caught a glimpse of her sparkling eyes, followed by her captivating voice drifting towards him,
“Ah, so you chose me as your object of venting? Honestly, I’m a bit surprised.”
Fisher remained silent, staring intently at Hela as if wishing to devour her whole.
But just as Hela stated, no matter what choice of object one made, selecting Hela was not an optimal solution.
Firstly, putting aside the fact that her rank was significantly higher than Fisher’s, he did not know her well, which inherently carried unstable risks. Furthermore, her extremely mischievous character that enjoyed seeking fun only amplified the already precarious situation for Fisher.
“Consider your options thoroughly before making a decision,” was Fisher’s usual approach. Yet before Hela, he unprecedentedly cast that aside, leading him to feel surprised at himself.
But to be honest, it felt quite good to retaliate against her.
“Is being annoyed with you a suitable reason?”
Fisher wiped his lips and coldly huffed back at her, as if retaliating with the reason for her “seeking fun.”
Hela’s smile deepened, her blue-golden eyes glinting as she clapped her hands, exclaiming,
“Has anyone ever told you that side of you is adorable?”
“Crazy.”
Hela’s smile remained unfazed, gazing at Fischer, who displayed disgust on his face while his body honestly betrayed a craving. She gently raised her finger and floated off the ground to stand up.
“Oh, can you really not endure it any longer? But I still haven’t chosen a gender; even if you want to do something, you can’t~”
She spread her hands, loathingly stating, but just as Fisher was thinking of disciplining her again, he unexpectedly had the thought of whether Gouwen might overhear her revealing that she had no gender, and previously, although her voice was tiny, she had said that she came from the future. Would Gouwen…
As Fisher’s frowning deepened while pondering these matters, his cheeks were suddenly grasped by a pair of soft hands. His pupils slightly contracted; he didn’t know how Hela had suddenly gotten right in front of him, and when he looked up slightly, he saw her familiar smile.
She pouted adorably, her stunning face revealing an element of cuteness that pulled Fisher’s gaze as if it were an abyss—dangerous yet captivating.
“It’s okay; there are only us here; whatever you say won’t be detected by anyone else. I assure you that your cuteness like earlier is quite worthwhile, and not much else will surprise me; you undoubtedly deserve some rewards.”
Who needs your rewards?
Fisher almost coldly retorted that to her.
But just before he could say it, he was startled to notice a subtle change in Hela’s aura and demeanor.
Though she had always been graceful and beautiful, now, her face seemed softer, and a faint deep fragrance wafted from her, provoking Fisher’s desire.
That intoxicating aroma reminded Fisher of Renee, evoking guilt while also making him realize how Hela was changing. He suddenly asked,
“Did you choose to become female?”
Hela smiled and nodded, glancing at her own figure before adding,
“Yes, I originally leaned towards being a female angel; transforming into a female for you isn’t hard to accept, but angels’ fixed gender requires a long process, which cannot be completed instantly. So unfortunately, you’ll have to wait a bit. However, if you’re really anxious, it’s not impossible for me to assist in other ways; after all, if you don’t release soon, your body will be harmed.”
As she spoke, she extended her hand, the rushing fragrance enveloping Fisher like a net of desire intending to consume him. He stared at Hela before him, confusedly asking,
“Other ways?”
His first thought was of Michael, who loved playing with toys, seemingly as if for these angels, alternative methods weren’t a good thing.
Hela found Fisher’s vigilance amusing. She walked ahead, approaching her residence’s tent. The area before the tent was eerily quiet, as if the entire Peach Blossom Spring really only had the two of them.
Before her, the tent flaps moved without wind, revealing an interior of pure darkness, making it hard to discern what lay inside.
She paused in front of the tent, smiled back at Fisher, and invited,
“This is a reward, not a punishment, and generally, my rewards don’t disappoint~”
In front Fisher, Hela appeared like a double-edged sword that was unstoppable yet easy to wound herself, like a monumental gamble with heavy returns and costs, or an adventure filled with risks and rewards.
Yet just as previously stated, Hela possessed a peculiar charm that always led people to abandon their burdensome thoughts.
Fisher did not step into her curtain but instead ruthlessly grabbed her arm yet again, then abruptly hoisted her rudely onto his shoulder.
“Ah!”
Hela feigned surprise, then panicked while clutching his loosely draped white robe, yet did not tighten her grip further, as if her fingers had become momentarily stuck before pulling the trigger.
Then, her voice, filled with both laughter and what could be perceived as a warning or seduction, came from behind Fisher,
“However, should you choose me, the consequences will be severe~”
Fisher tightly gripped her delicate waist resting on his shoulder, sighed, abruptly smacked her hidden skin beneath her robe, and then fiercely declared,
“We’ll see.”
As Fisher carried Hela’s figure into the darkness of the tent, the entire Peach Blossom Spring fell suddenly silent, as if the only two people had vanished entirely.
Only the deep intoxicating fragrance lingered, outlining the contour of the night sky.
