Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Xue Zhao, feeling confused and uneasy, hesitated before softly saying, "I already have a baby..."

The phantom pregnancy symptoms persisted. Even when he occasionally regained clarity and knew it was caused by an item, he still felt pregnant.

Especially when the topic was brought up, Xue Zhao's mind would turn to mush, as if he were drunk.

"No, not yet," Xiu Jixin said patiently. "You'll only have one after we've slept together. Dreams don't count."

Regardless of the reason, Xue Zhao's unusual perception continued to this day.

Xiu Jixin was both cooperative and uncooperative. If he were to explain it properly, he should tell Xue Zhao that he couldn't possibly get pregnant.

Xue Zhao looked bewildered, "But, you said before..."

He had forgotten what exactly was said; his muddled brain made him dizzy.

"Said what?"

Xiu Jixin rubbed his tail and whispered, "Said I want to screw you."

Xue Zhao trembled all over, his thoughts disrupted once again.

"Want to get pregnant? Want a baby?" Xiu Jixin leaned in and kissed the tip of his ear, his voice suddenly deepening. "Tell me, whose baby do you want to have?"

His tail was squeezed hard, and Xue Zhao let out a soft moan of discomfort, timidly saying, "Yours..."

Xiu Jixin then loosened his grip, gently rubbing, and continued to ask, "Who am I?"

Xue Zhao instinctively felt the answer to the question wasn't simple and tried hard to think.

Seeing Xiu Jixin's eyes darken, he carefully replied, "You are... you are Master..."

Xiu Jixin had been angry because he said he was going to find another Master; Xue Zhao hadn't forgotten that.

"Then you should say," Xiu Jixin coaxed, "I want to carry Master's baby."

Xue Zhao buried himself in Xiu Jixin's arms, feeling ashamed for a while, and whispered, "I want to carry Master's baby..."

Perhaps after saying that, Xiu Jixin would no longer be angry with him...

However, Xiu Jixin's tone was gentle as he added, "How will you carry it? Shouldn't you ask Master to screw you so you can carry Master's baby?"

Xue Zhao trembled all over, stimulated by these words, wishing he could just hide somewhere.

He couldn't break free from Xiu Jixin's embrace, and even trying to transform and enter the rabbit doll's body didn't work.

Xiu Jixin pinched his chin, kissed his cheek hard, and urged, "Say it."

Xue Zhao almost wanted to cry, complaining, "You're bullying me..."

The system had already gone offline. Its last message remained in the open dialogue box on the panel.

[System]: Master, stay calm! Don't let him bully you!

Xue Zhao's eyes were teary. Xiu Jixin seemed to soften again, staring at him intently for a while before asking, "Do you still want to find a new Master?"

"No..." Xue Zhao quickly said, "I won't."

He proactively rubbed Xiu Jixin's palm, "I only like you..."

These were actually two different things. Even if he had to find a new Master, it would be different from Xiu Jixin.

Xue Zhao couldn't explain, so he tried to "coax" him this way.

Fortunately, it worked. The gloom in Xiu Jixin's eyes eased considerably, and he held Xue Zhao in his arms and kissed him.

The kiss was gentle. Xue Zhao reached out and hugged him, obediently extended his tongue.

After kissing for a while, Xiu Jixin suddenly asked, "How many times did you curse me tonight?"

Xue Zhao licked his lips, looking innocent, "I forgot..."

He looked like a timid little rabbit, yet sometimes he was quite bold.

He even made talismans himself. If it were anyone else, they would have been completely unconscious and wouldn't know when they'd wake up.

Xiu Jixin pinched his cheek, "Nine times. You cursed me nine times."

Were there... that many?

Xue Zhao averted his gaze, not daring to look at him, "But they... didn't work."

Xiu Jixin hadn't been unconscious for long at all, and it was even uncertain if his subsequent weakness was feigned.

"Because of your talismans," Xiu Jixin lowered his eyes. "I'm feeling unwell now."

He spoke slowly, kneading Xue Zhao's tail with varying pressure.

Xue Zhao's breathing was unsteady, and he unconsciously felt a bit worried, "Where... where do you feel unwell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was seized and pulled down.

Immediately after, realizing what he'd touched, Xue Zhao's cheeks flushed crimson, and he struggled frantically but couldn't break free.

Xiu Jixin had already gotten hard, ever since Xue Zhao bit his Adam's apple the second time on the sofa.

Perhaps Xue Zhao had done something else to him, and now he was almost losing control.

"What should I do?" Xiu Jixin pressed Xue Zhao's hand, his breath hot. "Nine curses, nine times I'll screw you, how about it?"

Xue Zhao couldn't bear to hear these words, and his red eyes welled up again.

"There are three unused ones," Xiu Jixin continued. "Let's count them all together."

The remaining talismans hidden in his sleeve had already been taken out and placed on the wooden table by the wall.

Xiu Jixin kissed Xue Zhao again and asked, "How about it?"

Xue Zhao's shoulders trembled slightly, and he buried his head without making a sound.

He didn't answer, so Xiu Jixin unbuckled his belt, still pulling his hand to make him touch himself.

Xue Zhao was utterly ashamed. His chin was lifted, and he kissed Xiu Jixin again.

And as his tail lost its caress, he gradually felt a certain emptiness.

Perhaps also because of Xiu Jixin's words, Xue Zhao's attention was distracted.

He seemed to return to his state before "pregnancy." At that time, when Xiu Jixin touched his tail and he saw those scenes in his dream, he desperately wanted Xiu Jixin to continue comforting him.

Because... because only then could he truly have a baby.

Xue Zhao knew clearly that this was also the influence of an item, but he couldn't control his own thoughts.

He couldn't stop thinking about it, as if it were real.

"Don't you want a baby?" Xiu Jixin still asked, intermittently kissing Xue Zhao's cheeks and lips, "Will you give me a little rabbit, okay?"

Xue Zhao looked bewildered and dazed, finally obediently responding, "Mm..."

Xiu Jixin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he kissed him more fiercely, the gentleness gone.

Xue Zhao was pressed down onto the quilt, and the hem of his sweater was easily lifted.

Their posture was incredibly intimate. When the hot source brushed against his tail, he let out a soft whimper.

"Don't be afraid," Xiu Jixin half-coaxed, half-threatened. "Don't leave me. If you dare to find someone else..."

He moved his hand down the tail, his knuckles slowly probing inside.

Xue Zhao was not human, yet his body was very fragile. Even after being strengthened with formations and talismans, he still needed comfort; otherwise, he would be injured.

Xiu Jixin's fingertips moved gently as he softly finished the latter half of his sentence: "I'll screw this body of yours until it breaks."

His eyes were deep, and his words suppressed a dark emotion.

Xue Zhao's breathing was labored, and tears of shame wet his eyelashes. He turned his head, not wanting to look at him.

When it was almost time, Xiu Jixin got up and took off his clothes, also removing the pink furry dress worn by the rabbit doll.

The light in the room was too bright. Xue Zhao instinctively wanted to turn off the light, but couldn't.

He then tried to burrow into the quilt, but the quilt was also pulled away by Xiu Jixin and thrown to the side of the bed.

Xue Zhao lay on his back. Xiu Jixin pressed his knees, and while rubbing his tail to comfort him, slowly entered.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and outside, the sky was pitch black.

The bed wasn't particularly sturdy. Even slight movements would produce faint sounds.

Xiu Jixin was gentle at first, his dark eyes fixed on Xue Zhao, observing every change in his expression.

He found that Xue Zhao adapted well, his cheeks remained flushed for a long time, and he would obediently extend his tongue to kiss.

After that, the situation became increasingly out of control. The light above flickered constantly, and Xue Zhao felt like he was about to faint.

He was still doing this with Xiu Jixin...

Xue Zhao thought dazedly, if he went to the next plane and met him again, would it be like this too...

At the most intense moment, Xiu Jixin pinched the back of Xue Zhao's neck, kissed him, and whispered, "Do you want to have a little rabbit?"

Xue Zhao, shedding tears, whimpered in response, "Yes..."

He was a ghost, with a low body temperature, but now he was infused with Xiu Jixin's warmth, already heating up.

However, in the end, Xue Zhao felt as if he had been fed a mouthful of scalding hot water, soaked from the inside out.

His consciousness was hazy, and even his fingertips were trembling.

Xiu Jixin slightly pulled back, looking down at Xue Zhao lying on the bed in a daze. He turned him over to adjust their position and entered him again.

Xue Zhao was caught off guard. His breathing was still rapid, and he was knocked into a daze again.

Xiu Jixin gripped his waist, pinching the wet fur ball of his tail, rubbing it occasionally.

The sky was gradually brightening, and the Day of Seven Killings had fully arrived.

Outside the window, a layer of dark red mist enveloped the sky, invisible to ordinary people.

After the second time, Xue Zhao was exhausted, and drowsiness surged over him.

Xiu Jixin went to the bathroom to get water, wiped him with a towel, then tidied the quilt, and held him to sleep.

Xue Zhao instinctively buried himself in Xiu Jixin's arms and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

At seven in the morning, the number of people on the streets gradually increased.

On the street, three people stood in a corner, looking at the crowds around them.

They were dressed similarly, and each had the same emblem embroidered on their shoulders.

One of them asked, "Does he live nearby?"

"Yes, the information should be accurate," the older companion replied. "We don't know the exact location, so let's just keep watch for now."

As the Day of Seven Killings arrived, the ghostly energy and malevolent energy continued to intensify.

Xiu Jixin was born with malevolent energy and had accumulated murderous karma, making him highly susceptible to losing control at such times.

The elders were still worried about something happening, so they sent people to keep an eye on him, making it easier to intervene if any situation arose.

Another person held a mini compass. Once malevolent energy erupted nearby, the compass would immediately point the way.

—

Another evening passed, and the streetlights lit up one by one.

Xue Zhao woke up at half past eight, groggily opening his eyes.

The lights were on in the room, and the curtains were still tightly drawn.

Xiu Jixin was beside him, gently stroking Xue Zhao's soft silver hair.

Under the light, his eyes were slightly lowered, his pupils utterly black, inexplicably showing a hint of coldness and an indescribable irritability.

Xue Zhao in his arms was not fully awake yet. He instinctively rubbed against Xiu Jixin, mumbling, "Tail..."

Xiu Jixin pinched his cheek, scrutinizing him, and asked softly, "What?"

Xue Zhao's red eyes quickly became watery, and in his bewildered state, he whined, "Want to touch my tail..."