Whether Lin Kong was truly obedient or not, at the very least, he appeared well-behaved for now. After speaking, he lowered his gaze slightly and tugged his collar down just a little, revealing a slender stretch of his neck—making him seem even more docile.
Pale skin, warm flesh, thick blood coursing slowly through his veins—no less tempting to a lone wolf than raw meat.
Hermes had hunted countless creatures, yet he had never encountered one like Lin Kong—offering his neck so willingly to the slaughter. For a rare moment, he was stunned. Then, without hesitation, he reached out, fingers slowly clasping the back of Lin Kong’s neck, and lowered his head to bite down—
Sharp fangs pierced fragile skin, sending a wave of numb pain through him.
Lin Kong let out a muffled groan, inexplicably reminded of the sting of hospital injections from his childhood. His entire body tensed, unsure if Hermes would drain him dry. On impulse, in the pitch-darkness, he suddenly clung tightly to Hermes’ body.
He held the man in front of him with all his strength, as if this desperate gesture could somehow appease him. His burning body heat seeped through the fabric between them, an unbearable contrast for Hermes, a creature of cold blood, leaving him deeply unsettled.
No one knew how much time had passed before Hermes finally released Lin Kong. His pale lips, now stained a deep, eerie crimson, glowed with an unnatural beauty. The wound on his shoulder, bit by bit, was mended by an unseen energy—until only a dark scab remained.
Hermes truly spared Lin Kong’s life. He licked the lingering blood from his lips, his gaze dark and fathomless.
[I’ll kill you the day after tomorrow.]
Keeping this prey around wasn’t such a bad idea—at least he would have a ready source of energy when he needed it. Having drained a portion of Lin Kong’s life force, the wild frenzy in him finally subsided, and he gradually grew calm.
He realized that Lin Kong was still holding onto him.
This kind of gesture was entirely foreign to the Zerg.
Hermes’ emotions remained as cold as ever, as still and lifeless as a pond untouched by even the slightest ripple: [What are you doing?]
“…Huh?”
Hearing those words, Lin Kong finally realized that Hermes had already finished feeding. He moved his numb neck slightly and, upon hearing the other say he would kill him the day after tomorrow, his eyes lit up with unmistakable delight.
“I’m hugging you,” he said cheerfully.
—Yeah, right. He was seducing him.
“I was afraid you’d be cold, so I held you.”
Lin Kong’s voice suddenly dropped, low and melodic. He had learned to sing before, and his voice was clear and gentle, carrying a warmth that lingered in the air. As he spoke, his breath fanned against Hermes’ neck, like ripples spreading across a still lake: “I don’t think I know your name yet. My name is Lin Kong. What about you?”
Had it been anyone else, they would have long since been flustered, heart racing from Lin Kong’s teasing. Unfortunately, Hermes was a cold-blooded, emotionless creature: [I have no need to know a prey’s name.]
Lin Kong: “…”
Wow, you’re really something—bite and forget, just like that.
Lin Kong wasn’t angry, though. “Still, I should at least know… your name, right?”
[Hermes.]
Those two syllables, in the ancient tongue of the Zerg, meant “exile”—one born from chaos and shadow, fated to devour the suffering of the world, to serve the gods for eternity, never to find a home.
Lin Kong murmured to himself, “Hermes?”
What a strange name.
Lin Kong had originally thought he had wandered into a primeval forest—he had even braced himself for the possibility of running into savages. But instead, he encountered Hermes. Not only was this man absurdly powerful, but he was also… wearing clothes.
Where did the fabric come from? Who made the clothes?
One question after another piled up in Lin Kong’s mind, but now was hardly the time to ask—especially when he wasn’t even sure he’d survive the next few days. He touched the sting on his neck, silently speculating. Could Hermes be a vampire hiding in the depths of the jungle? His skin was so pale, and he avoided the moonlight… The more Lin Kong thought about it, the more convinced he became that he had figured out the truth.
Lin Kong pulled himself from his thoughts and glanced at Hermes’ pale earlobe. With deliberate mischief, he reached out and brushed his fingers against it. The sensation was like cool jade beneath his touch. “Alright, I’ve remembered your name.”
Hermes frowned, tilting his head away from the unfamiliar ticklish feeling: [Why?]
He didn’t realize that, under Lin Kong’s subtle coaxing, he was speaking more and more. And that was never a good sign—because villains often met their end by talking too much.
Lin Kong carefully chose his words. “You saved me today. Remembering your name is the least I can do.”
Only then did Hermes belatedly realize that Lin Kong was referring to when he had pulled him from Gayan’s grasp. An unfamiliar emotion stirred within him—something between mockery and pity.
[You are my prey.]
He had merely reclaimed his prey, not saved it.
The word “save” was laughable in a jungle ruled by slaughter. Lin Kong was far too naive—almost foolish. It reminded Hermes of a trembling rabbit cowering in the grass, so fragile that a single hand could easily crush it.
Lin Kong pretended not to notice Hermes’ mockery, his face full of innocent gratitude. “But you still saved me.”
Even a fragile rabbit, when facing an insect, could become a predator.
Hermes had no idea what Lin Kong was thinking. He closed his eyes, channeling energy to continue repairing his damaged body and exhausted spirit. The scars on his face, burned by the moonlight, were gradually fading—until, in the darkness, a warm hand suddenly and silently undid the tattered remains of his sacred robe.
Hermes’ eyes snapped open. His crimson irises gleamed coldly in the dark as he seized Lin Kong by the throat. His first instinct was to snap this prey’s neck—but then he remembered his own promise: to let him live until the day after tomorrow. Jaw clenched, he forced himself to hold back.
“Are you trying to die?”
Caught off guard by the grip on his throat, Lin Kong struggled to speak. In his hands, he held a clean set of clothes, which he managed to lift slightly in a feeble gesture toward Hermes: “I… I just wanted to help you change into something clean…”
“I noticed you can’t be exposed to moonlight, and your robe was already torn, so I thought…”
Hermes’ black robe came from the temple, woven by golden-shelled insects hatched from sacred eggs. Fifty thousand of them labored for three months to craft a single piece. If he wanted a replacement, he would have to return to the temple.
But returning would mean inevitably encountering the Zerg King.
Hermes’ grip on Lin Kong’s throat slowly loosened. Whether it was silent permission or mere indifference, he did not say.
Lin Kong’s fingers paused for the briefest moment before he carefully peeled away the tattered remains of Hermes’ black robe. Bit by bit, a strong and striking physique was revealed before him—though it was far too pale.
Hermes suddenly caught the scent lingering on Lin Kong’s body—something like blood, yet something else entirely. The moment it reached him, an inexplicable heat surged through his veins. Instinctively, he shifted backward, only to find himself pressed against the cold stone wall by Lin Kong instead.
This prey is truly audacious!
Lin Kong’s fingertips traced slow, deliberate circles at Hermes’ waist, inwardly marveling at how well-built he was. Then, in a quiet voice, he asked: “Do the pants… come off too?”
Before Hermes could respond, Lin Kong had already hooked his fingers around the fabric and effortlessly slid the pants down, exposing a stretch of pale skin that gleamed with an eerie, cold light in the darkness.
He glanced downward briefly, inwardly clicking his tongue. Not bad.
Hermes felt no shame. The concept simply didn’t exist for him, nor did standing bare before Lin Kong stir any particular reaction. What did bother him, however, was the restless heat coursing through his body. He couldn’t tell whether it was from drinking this prey’s blood—or from the strange things Lin Kong was doing.
Lin Kong stripped Hermes completely. The other man’s long silver hair cascaded down, partially veiling his body, while his ruby-red eyes locked onto Lin Kong—not with killing intent, but with an unusual flicker of confusion. A strange sense of guilt crept up on Lin Kong.
He gently brushed aside the stray strands of hair covering Hermes’ face, his breath warm against the other’s skin as he spoke, voice laced with both coaxing and quiet provocation: “Let me help you get dressed, alright?”
[…]
Hermes didn’t respond—he must have tacitly agreed.
So Lin Kong picked up one of the few spare clothing items he had and began dressing him. The shirt came from his suitcase; it felt slightly damp to the touch, but it would do.
Even his own parents had never been served this attentively. But for the sake of clinging to this golden thigh in front of him, he had no choice but to press on. He buttoned up Hermes’ shirt, then reached into a sealed bag and pulled out a pair of black underwear. Without making a fuss, he glanced downward: “You…”
Hermes frowned deeply, not understanding why Lin Kong had suddenly frozen in place: [What?]
Lin Kong lowered his head slightly, as if embarrassed. “If I help you change like this… won’t your partner get angry?”
What a cup of fine green tea.
Hermes’ expression remained ice-cold: [What partner?]
Lin Kong looked surprised. “Oh? So you don’t have a partner?”
Hermes’ response was cold and absolute: [I don’t need one.]
As long as there was enough energy, the Zerg King could reproduce asexually. All of them had been hatched by the Zerg King, and when their lifespan ran out, they would simply die.
A partner? That concept did not exist in their survival code.
Lin Kong was a little surprised. So he’s still a virgin? “Why don’t you need a partner? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone by your side?”
“There are plenty of benefits to having a partner.”
Hermes remained unmoved, but after a brief pause, he furrowed his brows and asked, [What benefits?]
Lin Kong leaned in slightly, his fingers wrapping around Hermes’ slender, bony ankle as he slid the pants up. Hooking his fingertips around the waistband, he slowly pulled them up along Hermes’ cold legs, then deliberately stepped closer—pressing their bodies together, trapping the other man against the stone wall.
“For example? Well… you could do some very pleasurable things together.”
As he spoke, Lin Kong discreetly observed Hermes’ reaction, curious to see if the man had any response to another male’s touch. Minutes passed. The friction between them built up, and Lin Kong wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he swore he felt a subtle shift in Hermes’ body. Finally, he stopped the faint, teasing movements.
Hermes shifted unconsciously, his pale skin flushing faintly as if in discomfort. His crimson eyes darkened with murderous intent as he glared at Lin Kong, [What did you do to me?]
The poor servant of the gods—born from his shell with no experience of heat or desire, knowing only slaughter—was utterly unfamiliar with this strange bodily reaction. He instinctively resisted it, yet found himself unable to deny it.
What did I do? Lin Kong thought to himself, amused. I haven’t even started yet.
Lin Kong tilted his head, his voice soft and teasing. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Hermes clenched his teeth in silence, his urge to kill rising once more.
But before he could act, Lin Kong suddenly raised his hand, showing off his pale, slender fingers before letting them slide downward—wrapping around Hermes’ waist. A subtle, unreadable smile played at his lips as he leaned in, his voice dropping into a whisper, “Want me to help you?”
Help? How? This prey was supposed to be as weak as a rabbit.
Yet before Hermes could process an answer, his mind went completely blank. His dark red pupils contracted sharply, shock and confusion flashing across his usually cold expression.
[You—!]
“Don’t be afraid.”
Lin Kong had finally discovered this twisted maniac’s weakness. His voice grew even softer, dripping with feigned tenderness. “Let me help you…”
Hermes felt his entire body lock up, unable to move even a finger. He stared blankly at Lin Kong’s slender right hand, his breath hitching. Time stretched unbearably until, at last, a muffled groan escaped his lips. His legs gave out, and he staggered backward.
Lin Kong caught him before he could collapse completely, holding onto the other’s trembling form. He remained still, his mind quietly calculating—Would Hermes kill him for this?
[Mm…]
It was unclear how much time had passed before Hermes finally came back to his senses from the near-death pleasure. His breathing was still uneven, ragged, as if struggling to steady himself. In the darkness, he turned his head slightly to look at Lin Kong, his crimson eyes flickering with a rare hint of confusion and bewilderment.
Lin Kong, for some reason, felt that Hermes’ gaze at this moment was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. But he wouldn’t be fooled—he knew better than to underestimate this man’s lethality, “Are you still uncomfortable?”
Not uncomfortable anymore.
Just… a little strange.
Seeing that Hermes remained silent, Lin Kong simply got up from the ground. He walked to the stream outside the cave, filled a bottle with water, then crouched down on the grass to wash his hands.
He washed his hands several times, making sure they were clean before returning to the cave. However, Hermes was still sitting dazed on the ground, clad in a loosely draped white shirt that exposed his collarbones. His black pants barely clung to his ankles, threatening to slip off at any moment.
Tsk.
Even though Lin Kong had seen countless beauties in the entertainment industry, he had to admit that the scene before him was exceptionally enticing. He stepped closer, crouched down, and waved a hand in front of Hermes’ eyes. “Why are you sitting there like an idiot?”
It was just a simple act of mutual assistance—was this reaction really necessary? It’s not like they had actually done anything serious.
Hermes finally snapped out of his daze. He fixed his gaze on Lin Kong, his brows furrowing little by little, resembling an eternal snow-capped mountain that never melted. [So this is the benefit of having a partner?]
Lin Kong nodded solemnly. “Did it feel good?”
Hermes’ eyes darkened. [It felt… strange.]
Yet, he didn’t deny the word “comfortable” either.
Lin Kong leaned in close to Hermes’ ear and deliberately exhaled a warm breath. “There’s something even better—you just don’t know it yet.”
He was deliberately teasing Hermes, leaving the words hanging without offering any explanation. Then, without any further mischief, he reached out and lifted the other’s boneless, almost liquefied body off the ground. This time, he didn’t play any tricks—he simply and neatly helped Hermes put on his clothes.
“Alright, you actually look pretty handsome in this outfit.”
Lin Kong took two steps back to admire his handiwork, feeling quite accomplished. He grabbed his backpack and lay down on the ground, ready to sleep. But before he could close his eyes, Hermes suddenly stepped forward, his long silver hair nearly touching the ground.
[That thing… that feels even better. What is it?]
Lin Kong touched the bite mark on his neck and sighed. “I don’t have the energy to teach you right now. I’ll tell you the day after tomorrow.”
Hermes leaned in, crouching down. In the darkness, his sharp claws pressed against Lin Kong’s chest, right above his heart. His voice was cold and heavy, each word dripping like ink into the long, suffocating night, [The day after tomorrow is your death day.]
This prey was toying with him.
Lin Kong quietly reached out, his fingers gliding up along Hermes’ knee, moving slowly and deliberately. He didn’t know exactly what he had grabbed, but it drew a low groan from the other.
Pain? Not entirely—at the very least, Hermes didn’t stop him.
“Who knows? Maybe you won’t have the heart to kill me the day after tomorrow.”
Lin Kong slowly withdrew his fingers, flashing Hermes a lazy smile before closing his eyes, settling in for sleep. Hermes, however, collapsed onto his knees the moment that touch disappeared, his strength suddenly drained. His breath came in uneven bursts, and a faint flush colored the corners of his eyes—a hint of dampness welling at the edges, though he had no idea how to deal with it.
Pressing his lips together, he lowered his head, tugging at the black trousers now snug around his body. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he pulled at the even tighter pair of shorts beneath them.
Unbearable.
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