Chapter 43 Sticky and Gooey

Chapter 43: All Sticky

Anyway, they ended up making out to their heart's content.

Whether it was the high of the honeymoon phase or something else, Lin Jianyuan found that every time he kissed his roommate, he would get a little lightheaded.

His mind went completely blank, and his body felt like it was floating on air.

But after kissing, he felt clear-headed and refreshed!

It was as if a heavy weight off his chest had been "popped" off and shattered.

It was like silt clogging a riverbed being "whooshed" away in an instant.

After kissing, Lin Jianyuan felt so much lighter.

It was as if his brain had been taken out of his skull and rinsed in Wahaha brand water.

So refreshing!

The lovebirds made out their fill in the kitchen, before finally getting back to cooking.

Lin Jianyuan was a terrible cook, so they had agreed that the roommate would handle the cooking while he took care of prepping veggies and doing dishes.

Lin Jianyuan stood by the sink, picking through the vegetables, about to toss the rotten leaves into the trash, when he spotted a strange pattern on the trash bag out of the corner of his eye.

Huh, what's this?

Lin Jianyuan squinted and crouched down to take a closer look.

The trash bag was black, made of sturdy material, and looked like it wouldn’t rip even if it held fish bones or other sharp objects.

Strangely, the opening of the trash bag had a ring of jagged white patterns.

Wait, "jagged" wasn’t quite accurate.

To be precise, the white patterns looked like a ring of teeth.

—Sharp shark teeth.

Lin Jianyuan: ?

Why does this seem familiar?

"Where’d this come from?" Lin Jianyuan asked.

"This?" The roommate took a glance and said leisurely, "I thought it might be handy around the house, so I brought it back."

The term "home" really got Lin Jianyuan’s attention.

He grinned, and his heart warmed. He happily accepted the explanation.

My wife is so thoughtful and homey!

Even before she became my wife, she was already this thoughtful and homey. Now that she’s really my wife, how great is that!

The corners of Lin Jianyuan’s mouth turned up like a tilde: "~"

He was on cloud nine again.

After lunch, Lin Jianyuan was getting drowsy. The weather was hot, and he felt all sweaty and sticky, so he figured he’d shower first.

As soon as he walked into the room, he heard two familiar voices.

"Lin Jianyuan!"

"Yuanyuan~!"

Lin Jianyuan was startled. The room was empty.

He immediately locked his gaze on two little things on the bedside table.

Nienie Le and the little stone??

So it was just a hallucination.

He was scared for a moment, thought he was seeing things.

Just as Lin Jianyuan was about to let out a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized,

Wait.

"What are you guys doing here?" Lin Jianyuan asked in surprise. "That day in the fire escape…"

Just then, the roommate came in.

Lin Jianyuan instinctively clamped his mouth shut.

Even though his roommate knew he wasn’t well, he still didn’t want to scare him.

After all, having a seamless conversation with Nienie Le and a little stone would come off as super creepy to anyone else.

But then, to his surprise, as soon as the roommate entered, the two little things started vibrating like crazy.

"Whoa, wh-whoa! L-L-Lin Jian Yuanyuan, y-y-you have a w-wife!" Nienie Le sounded like it had a massage gun to its throat.

The little stone was much smoother, saying sincerely, "Wow, I’m so jealous! You found such~ a great wife!"

Lin Jianyuan: ?

Lin Jianyuan glanced suspiciously at his roommate.

The corners of the roommate’s lips curved. "What?"

Lin Jianyuan: Deep in thought.

Lin Jianyuan’s brain: Loading failed.

Lin Jianyuan achieved a one-second victory in the "Forget it, I can’t figure it out, why am I stressing myself out? I’m mentally ill anyway" challenge.

He expertly had an epiphany and said, "It seems I really love you to death."

Roommate: "?"

Lin Jianyuan: "Even my hallucinations are saying they love you."

Nienie Le & little stone instantly horrified: ???

What?

No, I'm not! I didn't!

Although the digestive system doesn't include a face, Lin Jianyuan could still imagine his roommate's surprised expression.

He smiled without explaining, simply walking over to pat his roommate's liver and saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Mm, go ahead," the roommate replied gently.

Lin Jianyuan grabbed his clean clothes and headed into the bathroom.

Only Evil Domain and two trembling stress toys were left in the bedroom.

As Lin Jianyuan's figure disappeared,

the warmth at the corner of Evil Domain's lips vanished as well.

Yet he was still smiling.

The powerful S-rank heretic slowly approached the desk.

The terrifying, suffocating pressure nearly subjected the two small toys to a dimensional collapse attack.

"Don't let it happen again," Evil Domain said with a curved smile, uttering the coldest words in the gentlest tone. "If you abandon him to save yourselves next time, I'll digest you until nothing's left."

Squeeze Toy & Small Stone: ???

What abandonment? What are you talking about? Our memories were altered by that damn big eyeball, ahhh!

But faced with an S-rank, what could they say? They could only nod tearfully in humiliation.

Night fell.

Work was starting tomorrow, yet Lin Jianyuan's mental state was great today.

Because his wife had officially started sharing his room to sleep.

Since they already lived in the same house, there wasn’t much for his wife to bring over anyway. If he needed anything, he could just go across to the other room to get it.

So, there wasn’t really anything extra in Lin Jianyuan’s room.

Just an extra wife.

Logically speaking, it wasn’t the first time his wife had shared a bed with him, but perhaps because it was in his own bedroom, it gave him a different kind of excitement.

Living with a roommate is actually a very unique dynamic.

Lin Jianyuan remembered when he was younger, relatives often visited his home, and even during his school days, buddies from other dorms would frequently come over to chat and play games.

But as he grew older, he increasingly felt that home is a private space.

For someone like Lin Jianyuan, a nine-to-fiver sharing an apartment, the concept of "home" wasn’t the entire rented apartment but rather the small, personal space of his bedroom.

Only in his bedroom could he truly relax—it was a space entirely his own.

But now his roommate had moved in.

How was this any different from moving into his very heart?

The neighborhood they lived in was very old, but its age also meant it was lively. Every day after work, especially around dinnertime, the residents would come out for walks.

There were couples walking shoulder to shoulder, and elders holding kids' hands or walking dogs.

Lin Jianyuan’s apartment was on the fourth floor, and the window seals weren’t great.

Even with the window closed, he could hear the sounds of people chatting and laughing downstairs.

He used to find it noisy, but now it made him feel grounded.

As if he could smell the warmth of everyday life.

He couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh, pulling the wife lying beside him closer into his arms.

It still felt surreal.

He actually had a wife.

—And his wife was a set of pink digestive system.

The more Lin Jianyuan thought about it, the funnier it seemed.

His roommate suddenly said, "Still not asleep?"

Lin Jianyuan: "I can’t help but laugh when I think about you becoming my wife."

"I can’t help but laugh too," the roommate said, curling his lips, "when I think about becoming your wife."

Lin Jianyuan mimicked him: "So weird—"

The roommate drew out the tone even longer: "So~ weird~ oh~"

One man and one digestive system couldn’t stop laughing on the small single bed in the tiny rented room.

"By the way," Lin Jianyuan suddenly remembered, "tomorrow or the day after, when you have time, let’s move the bed from your room over. Otherwise, this bed is too small—I’m afraid I might fall off during the night."

Their apartment was old and cramped, with a total living area of just over forty square meters including the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The bedroom was especially tight.

Forget a 1.8-meter-wide bed—even this 1.5-meter single bed felt crowded in the space.

Lin Jianyuan said, "We can move the TV stand to your room. I don’t watch TV anyway... um, do you watch TV?"

Lin Jianyuan was used to being alone and wasn’t yet accustomed to checking with someone else before making decisions.

He’d have to change that in the future.

The roommate said, "No, I don’t."

Lin Jianyuan said, "Alright, then we’ll move the TV stand away and bring the single bed from your room over. We can put them together. As for the gap in the middle... well, I’ll buy a bamboo bed mat to lay over it. It should hardly be noticeable."

Lin Jianyuan seriously planned the bedroom layout.

The pink digestive system nestled against him, the intestine swaying like a little tail.

"That works," the roommate said, amusement in his voice. "Whatever you say."

The moist, soft esophagus brushed against Lin Jianyuan’s cheek, like a tamed pet snake.

Adorable.

Lin Jianyuan was perfectly content.

He hugged his gradually warming digestive-system wife and drifted blissfully into sleep.

The night deepened.

The digestive system grew warmer and warmer.

Evil Domain wasn’t really used to this either.

Because now, It didn’t have to sneak in through the crack under the door every night.

Now, all It had to do was raise Its head to eat Lin Jianyuan.

It wasn’t actually hungry right now.

But.

The digestive system slightly tilted its "head," esophagus wriggling.

This time, instead of opening its mouth to take a big bite, It gently pressed against Lin Jianyuan’s lips.

Soft.

Warm.

A strange, almost magical feeling.

It carried a strong "human" scent.

Mixed with a little bit of…

A little bit of… food?

The digestive system couldn’t resist, sucking gently on Lin Jianyuan’s lips.

—There is some!

After not having worked for days, there’s still some?

It was surprised.

But since It had already started.

And it was Lin Jianyuan himself who said three meals a day.

This is the third meal of the day.

The digestive system thought righteously, habitually coiled its intestines around Lin Jianyuan’s waist.

Like a python wrapping around its prey.

Devouring Lin Jianyuan voraciously as his lips parted slightly.

Lin Jianyuan didn’t have the habit of sleeping with his mouth open.

His lips were, of course, pushed open by the digestive system.

This, too, was something Lin Jianyuan had taught It.

A new skill.

Before this, the digestive system had never known humans "ate" each other’s mouths this way.

So weird.

So ridiculous.

The digestive system burst out laughing again as it ate.

It pressed its liver, gallbladder, spleen, and pancreas against Lin Jianyuan’s body. Lin Jianyuan’s body was very warm, so much warmer than Its own. It didn’t know why It was liking human body temperature more and more.

It could hardly stand the thin layer of pajamas in between.

Humans are so strange—why wear clothes over skin?

So It slid inside.

From the hem of the pajamas, under the last button, between the two small corners of the fabric,

From there, a length of wet, soft intestine slipped in, like a real snake, slippery and cool.

Passing the navel, tracing a playful circle around it.

Passing the abdominal muscles, one, two, three, four. Hmm, six well-defined but lean ones in all.

Passing the chest—what's this? A small, round one—oh, and another.

The digestive system lingered there curiously.

Lin Jianyuan arched his body slightly in his sleep.

The digestive system tweaked it.

Tweaked it again.

Lin Jianyuan curled up more and more, like a shrimp in a hot pan.

"." The digestive system curled its lip.

How weird.

Lin Jianyuan’s mouth was still being eaten by It, and as he curled up, his lips drew back.

The digestive system pulled him closer, clutching him tightly.

Its intestinal coils slithered under the pajamas like a python entwining itself.

This is so delicious…

Not just the hint of anxiety deep in the subconscious, but the human himself…

So delicious…

The digestive system dug in, devouring him eagerly.

The unwilling spectators, the squeeze toy and the little stone: "…"

Help!

Help!!

Even though I know you're the Evil Domain, you're a heretic! Even though I know you're feeding on human negative emotions!

But! The way you're eating! It's just too gross!!!

How did it go from sucking brains to sucking face?!

And why did you even shove your intestines into his clothes?!

How can you keep coiling around him without letting go—can’t you see Lin Jianyuan looks uncomfortable, struggling to breathe, and about to be choked awake?!

Most importantly!

Hasn’t Lin Jianyuan been quite happy these past couple days? Where's all this negative emotion coming from?!

Is that even real food you're eating??

You just want to suck his face, don’t you?! Ahhhh!!!

Little Stone: "You're right. Evil Domain is really a pervert."

Squeeze Toy: "."

Opened its mouth to speak, but stopped.

Stopped, then seemed about to speak again.

Forget it. No point explaining to this newcomer.

Just as Squeeze Toy gave up trying to defend this pervert, the head-down, chowing down pervert suddenly:

Crunch.

The eating stopped.

Squeeze Toy: "?"

Little Stone: "?"

A familiar scene they hadn't seen in a while.

The two little toys exchanged a glance, both already guessing what would happen next.

Sure enough.

The perverted heretic, who had been sucking and slurping at the human’s mouth, slowly lifted its throat.

The human’s lips, slightly red and swollen from the sucking, glistened shiny and wet, his chest gently rising and falling, his cheeks flushed from lack of air.

The two stress toys found the scene more and more familiar.

Sure enough, the next second, the digestive system opened its mouth wide and thrust its intestines down its own throat.

Rummaging around, rummaging around.

It pulled out a pink crystal from its gullet.

Digestive System: "?"

Squeeze Toy & Little Stone: "?"

Wait, that's not right—

Why is it pink this time?

And why is it so big—huge this time?

The digestive system went silent.

The digestive system stared at the crystal.

The digestive system casually tossed the pink crystal into its mouth, crunching it loudly.

A second later, it "looked" a bit surprised at the man who, in his sleep, remained clueless he'd been eaten.

Calf, ankle, flip-flops.

Little hair tuft, doing laundry. White.

White.

...*White moonlight*?

Digestive System: "."

Next morning.

As soon as Lin Jianyuan woke up, he heard his roommate ask him: "Who was that *white moonlight* you dreamed about last night, the one washing your underwear?"

Lin Jianyuan: "?"

Lin Jianyuan: "!!!"

I'm done for!

I'm done for!!!

Shoot, my wife will get the wrong idea!

Wait, that’s not the main point—the main point is, my wife is going to find out I actually don’t remember what he looks like!

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over—if my wife finds out my mental illness is this severe, will he still love me? How do I explain this to him? What if this condition never goes away? What if my wife finds out that, in my eyes, he’s just a piece of pink offal?

What should I do, what should I do, what should I do?!!!

Lin Jianyuan felt as if facing a great enemy, beads of sweat like beans rolling down his forehead.

Meanwhile, the roommate lying lazily on top of him, stuffed and content:

"Burp."

What *white moonlight*, no idea who that is. Tasted good, though.

(Munch munch)