Chapter 452: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish is a Big Eater (6)

Chapter 452: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish Eats a Lot (6)

Song Chuyi stopped patting the jellyfish.

He swore he’d just heard something strange.

A little surprised, he looked at Fifteen. "Did you just talk?"

"Can you talk like me?"

Fifteen wobbled, playing innocent as if the sound hadn’t come from him.

Unfortunately, Song Chuyi wasn’t fooled.

He patted Fifteen again.

"Mmm~"

Another pleased little hum.

This time, Song Chuyi heard it clearly—it was definitely from Fifteen!

Song Chuyi lifted the jellyfish and poked its see-through body.

"You can talk, can’t you?"

"You’re clever—I know it. You couldn’t speak at first, but now you definitely can."

"Say something!"

Fifteen bumped Song Chuyi’s finger and rubbed against it.

Feels good… more~

The message got across to Song Chuyi’s mind.

Song Chuyi patted him again, only to hear Fifteen let out a soft noise.

"So, you can only hum now?"

"Guess you’re still not on my level."

Back in the day, he’d nailed human speech instantly upon hearing it.

Song Chuyi smirked. "Keep practicing."

Fifteen rubbed against his fingertip.

Love it.

Love this human’s vibe.

It was completely different from the pitch-black deep.

This human was warm as sunlight, but softer too.

He carried a hint of woodsmoke, unlike the thick salt-stink of the ocean.

I want to devour him.

The thought crossed Fifteen’s mind, and that instinctual appetite surged once more.

His transparent body slowly wrapped around Song Chuyi's finger.

That warmth seemed to spread through his own body as well.

Song Chuyi noticed his finger being wrapped and tapped him lightly, quickly pulling his finger out.

"No!"

He sounded stern, but his voice lacked bite.

Fifteen didn’t pick up on any anger from him and gently nuzzled his finger.

Seeing that Fifteen wasn’t listening at all, Song Chuyi pinched his body.

"You’re banned from breakfast tomorrow."

Fifteen rubbed against his fingertip, unclear whether he understood or not.

Song Chuyi sighed softly and cradled him in his arms.

"The stream today wasn’t bad. We’ll continue tomorrow."

As he scrolled through the comments, he said:

"But tomorrow, you can’t use your tentacles to cling to me."

Mentioning this, he tugged his T-shirt down slightly, revealing a large expanse of pale skin.

Yet that smooth whiteness was dotted with several red marks—jarring yet oddly alluring, carrying an ease that could stir possessiveness.

The jellyfish, once clear, gradually took on a reddish hue—not a pure pink, but a deep, vivid red.

Song Chuyi gasped quietly.

"Why are you changing color?"

"Is Fifteen some kind of color-shifting jellyfish?"

"Let me take a closer look."

Song Chuyi flipped him back and forth, unable to figure out the reason for the redness.

As if struck by a thought, he poked the reddest spot.

"Fifteen, is this how you flirt?"

Fifteen had no clue, but he still bumped him playfully with his body.

Song Chuyi: "..."

Guess we’re not getting through.

Whatever, he’d wait until Fifteen turned human before talking to him properly.

At this rate, Fifteen could be human soon.

Holding onto this lovely idea, Song Chuyi gave the jellyfish a little poke.

"Time to sleep now."

"Sleeping is the first step to being human."

He carried the jellyfish to the bed and even tucked it in with care.

Giving it a soft pat over the blanket, he smiled warmly and said,

"Goodnight, Fifteen. Sweet dreams."

The bed was cozy, but nothing like the warmth of his embrace.

Fifteen mused.

This human’s warmth was all he craved.

Not even a volcano could match the heat radiating from this human.

A heat beyond words.

He watched as the one who had just told him to sleep grabbed his phone and began scrolling.

He chuckled gleefully, as if he had stumbled upon something amusing.

That smile suited him so perfectly—so mesmerizing it made Fifteen’s hunger return.

He longed to devour him—to swallow that smile whole.

A loud gulp cut through the silence.

But Song Chuyi was too absorbed in his videos to notice.

Fifteen simply watched him quietly, slim tentacles inching forward to touch the skin at Song Chuyi’s waist.

Song Chuyi didn’t notice; he just absentmindedly scratched the faint itch.

The tentacle vanished in a flash, leaving no trace.

But when Song Chuyi withdrew his hand, the tentacle stretched out again to touch him.

This time, the touch was featherlight, leaving no trace of an itch.

Instead, there was a subtle shiver.

Song Chuyi scratched again, peeked over his shoulder, but saw nothing unusual before returning to his phone.

After two unnoticed attempts, Fifteen grew bolder.

Fine tendrils grazed the pale skin, leaving faint red marks.

Human skin was so tender—it took barely any pressure to leave a blush.

If he were to be eaten, the human would probably sob in terror.

Fifteen thought about this and suddenly didn’t want to eat him anymore.

Human tears unsettled him.

He decided inwardly: as long as humans kept him fed, he wouldn’t eat them.

Humans were the final course on his menu—as long as he was full, he wouldn’t touch them.

Fifteen mulled this over slowly before eventually dozing off.

Song Chuyi, however, didn’t sleep at all. First thing in the morning, he put down his phone and went out to buy breakfast.

Fortunately, his recent livestreams had performed well, and the manager had given him a base pay of 10k yuan.

With donations, aside from splitting them fifty-fifty with the platform, he also split the remaining half fifty-fifty with the company.

In other words, out of 100k in donations, he’d pocket 25k.

Crunching the numbers, Song Chuyi bought an extra portion of breakfast.

Though he had told Fifteen not to eat breakfast, he had just found red marks on his waist—likely from Fifteen sneaking a bite when he wasn’t paying attention.

This troublemaker lived to eat. One slip-up, and he’d take a chomp.

Better to stock up on snacks.

Sure enough, Fifteen was delighted to see the extra breakfast and even scarfing down the plastic bag along with it.

Where did he even put all that food? He never saw him use the bathroom.

Even plastic bags could be digested—was this what you’d expect from a jellyfish that had devoured an entire planet?

Song Chuyi picked up Fifteen and squished him.

“Where does all that food go?”

Fifteen lightly touched Song Chuyi’s fingertip and gave a little hum.

“Hmm?”

That was a new tone.

It seemed he really had learned something.

Chuckling, Song Chuyi gave him a squish before preparing for the evening livestream.

At midnight, Song Chuyi went live right on schedule.

“Good evening, everyone! Tonight, we’re back with ‘spot the difference.’”

“I snapped some pics with my Fifteen today.”

“I’ll roll them out one at a time. If you can spot the differences within three minutes, I’ll randomly accept a punishment from one viewer.”

The game was genuinely fun, and the chat lit up fast.

The Mutants were especially active at night, and as soon as the stream began, viewers flooded in.

Song Chuyi checked and realized a big creator had clipped and shared his stream, attracting many new viewers today.

After bantering briefly with the newcomers, he flashed a printed photo at the cam.

On screen, the audience could clearly see the boy in the frame.

He wore a pair of shorts, showing off slender, toned calves as he leaned back on the sofa.

His right leg was folded beneath him, tucked under his hip, while his left foot rested casually on the nearby brown carpet.

The black leather sofa gave off a sleek, cool look, yet the soft young man curled up snugly against it.

His right hand rested on the back of the sofa, while the other lay in front of him, palm up, pretending to hold something.

But upon closer inspection, there was nothing there—just empty space.

Clearly, this was the boy’s little trick, tricking them into believing the transparent jellyfish was in his palm.

Yet, far from finding this deceit annoying, they found it charming.

Look, he was even willing to play tricks just to mess with them—how could that not be considered an attempt to please them?

That sense of being special, even if a rational voice whispered that the boy only cared for their money, only wanted more rewards…

But… who could resist a boy like that?