The night was still quiet.
At some point in time, the sounds coming from the bottom of the stairs had all quieted down. Even the fierce wind that had been blowing through the windows on both sides of the hall had stopped. The huge castle was unbelievably quiet and lifeless.
The shadows surged and gradually swam from the wall to form a surging curtain, sealing off the entire staircase on the third floor.
If someone looked out the window, they would see —
Not only inside the castle, but the entire sky was raining black rain. However, they tacitly avoided the moon, leaving only a trace of afterglow on the ground.
The punishment dungeon was collapsing.
Someone's possessiveness wouldn't allow anyone who dared to covet his possessions to continue living in this world.
Just like an old enemy and a lover, after crossing the line, there would only be a blurry boundary.
An old enemy was an old enemy that only belonged to the devil, and a lover was a lover that only belonged to the devil.
What was the difference between a fight under the bed and a fight on the bed?
In the narrow space cut by the shadows, the long hair that flowed down was grasped by the man's hand. It slipped through the crisscrossing scars of his fingers and slid down the back of his hand. The end of the hair swayed in the cold air and merged with the silver glow.
In order to save his pride as a man, Zong Jiu struggled for a long time. He could only see his futile efforts through his trembling eyelashes.
Unfortunately, the more he tried to restrain himself, the stronger the devil became. The battlefield seemed to have shifted from other places to this small space, and the tug-of-war began again.
The young man tensed his body and looked up. His slender neck trembled in vain, like a dying swan. His light pink pupils were unfocused.
When Zong Jiu came back to his senses from that short yet long time, he found himself leaning against the demon's chest in a limp posture. His long hair was hanging down, and the demon was casually playing with it with his fingertips.
The culprit looked at him with a smile and repeated the question that he didn't get a response from the bathroom not long ago.
"Are you comfortable, my little magician?"
As he asked, he interlocked his fingers with the young man's hand from behind, seemingly inadvertently grabbing the magician's hand and blocking the moonlight from afar. He looked at Magician's finger trembling pitifully and chuckled in his chest. He bent his knuckles and placed Magician's warm finger on his lips. He licked it clean as if he was tasting a cake that he had finally opened.
In the end, the man even kissed his fingertips and said teasingly, "Baby, you taste so sweet."
Zong Jiu was speechless.
Damn. He had lost.
He finally understood why so many people were addicted to this.
Magician, who had always been honest about his desires, had to admit that it was very comfortable. It was so comfortable that he couldn't control himself.
What he was unwilling to accept was that the demon that he had previously provoked and rejected by saying "your skills are too bad" had learned a skill from somewhere and could easily make a fledgling like him throw away his armor and surrender.
Not happy, not happy at all.
Out of the unwillingness of never lowering his head in front of his mortal enemy, Zong Jiu ignored the strings of the puppets that had wrapped around his waist and acted as if it was not a big deal. He waved his claws and taunted the enemy like a cat that was too arrogant to be used to being spoiled.
"Compared to your lousy skills, it's just so-so."
The man looked at him with a faint smile and suddenly attacked. "Oh?"
"Hiss —"
The sudden provocation shocked the white-haired young man. He instinctively struggled to escape from the extremely cold fingers.
But he couldn't.
The shadow and the puppet lines sealed off his path of retreat.
Even before Zong Jiu himself realized it, those puppet threads that were almost like steel wires had already tightly wrapped around his ankles, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes in a better position for the other party to explore.
Zong Jiu knew that his opponent's body temperature was very cold. However, he had never thought that just his fingers could be so cold.
It was just a f * cking hand, but it was no different from a block of ice. Zong Jiu couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would have to face in this long tug-of-war.
The demon wasn't a gentle and considerate lover. He was merciful enough to let the magician go for so long. Now that Zong Jiu kept provoking him, his dark golden eyes narrowed dangerously. He decided to solve the problem from the root.
Since the magician didn't like what he said, he would make him speechless.
The darkness began to stir suspiciously. The moonlight shone through the window again and again. The intervals were faster than a storm. It was brutal and unreasonable.
Due to the side effects of the curse and his inability to respond, the white-haired magician's body was unbelievably soft. He couldn't exert any strength and could only clench his teeth to endure the torture.
His cold hands seemed to have touched the young man's frighteningly high body temperature, making him lose his rationality.
The black-haired demon looked at him condescendingly. Maybe it was because of some deeper meaning, or maybe it was out of admiration, or maybe it was out of pity. The man suddenly leaned down without a word, pinched the magician's chin, and gave him a wet kiss that was completely different from his nature. It was extremely lingering.
What was different from his gentle actions was extreme ruthlessness, as if he wanted to nail the magician into his arms.
"Ugh …"
The light pink pupils shrunk for a moment.
It was most likely bleeding. It was so painful that he frowned. In comparison, the unbearable temperature was ignored.
Zong Jiu couldn't hold it in anymore. He regained some consciousness from the previous chaos and kicked the demon. "You f * cking …"
He wanted to scold him for being gentle, but in the next second, he was interrupted by the demon's actions.
The sky and earth were filled with dark clouds and rain. The thunder was accompanied by rolling waves, and the storm set off monstrous waves that swallowed him in the next moment.
The current came with an unstoppable force, slapping the traveler off the deck of the ship. It grabbed his slender and pale ankle and dragged him into the bottomless sea. The sea was all ice, cold, and bottomless.
The man didn't seem to have any intention of asking for his opinion. His dark golden eyes were deep.
He didn't know the severity of the situation. He was like a cruel tyrant. While he was planning how to conquer the city, he was also very skillful and methodical. He was neither too fast nor too slow. He could make people hover at the door of the peak, unable to climb up or fall down. It was very torturous.
But his senses were still accumulating, layer by layer.
Zong Jiu became a lonely floating boat, sailing in the storm full of lightning and thunder. He was like a blind man who was bumping around and couldn't find the way out no matter how hard he tried. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"Mr. Magician's voice is so beautiful. It's a pity not to call him out."
The demon sighed. His fingertips were grinding the corners of Magician's eyes. He took in Magician's dazed expression and smiled happily. "Don't you think so?"
The cold sea was infected by another person's body temperature. It was scorching hot, like a pot of boiling water. It swept Magician's rationality into a whirlpool and sank deeper into the sea. It drowned his mouth and nose, leaving him with a straight line that couldn't be turned. He had no time to think.
Zong Jiu couldn't speak. Once he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop the intermittent sounds from leaking out from his throat.
He suddenly realized the demon's trick and shut his mouth. He fiercely squeezed out a word from his teeth. "… Scram."
The man smiled nonchalantly and pried open the white-haired youth's lips. He swallowed all the whimpers and stubbornness that the youth didn't manage to utter. He didn't care about the struggle at all. Instead, he excitedly grabbed Magician's wrist and kissed his fingertips. He started the next round of plundering.
The moonlight and darkness intertwined.
The darkness penetrated deep into the silver-white moonlight and began its invasion.
There was no doubt that the moonlight had always been proud. However, under the current situation of being dominated by the curse and heat, it couldn't retreat even though it was flustered and exasperated. It could only be catered to by the darkness. In the end, it drowned in the unfamiliar impact and senses and fell into the embrace of eternal darkness.
The demon's laughter was lower than before. It was hoarse and deliberately dragged out the end of the sound. It constantly teased Magician's ears.
One moment it affectionately called him Little Magician, the next it called him Baby. One moment it teased him and asked him to move closer. When Magician did so with the puppet strings, the demon pretended to be surprised and said, "Look, my Little Magician is so passionate. His whole body is flowing." This made Zong Jiu, who had just recovered a little, so angry that he kicked him with his knee. He wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the demon.
Unfortunately, this little bit of strength was insignificant to the demon. He even stopped and allowed Magician to move forward. Then, as if he was going to eat him alive, he suddenly charged forward. When he caught the uncontrollable sounds from Magician's throat, he was satisfied like a satisfied beast.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The demon narrowed his eyes and was in a good mood.
If it was any other time, his Magician wouldn't be so obedient. At least, he wouldn't be like now. His long eyelashes were stained with physiological tears of joy. He looked fragile yet beautiful. He couldn't help but want to bully him. It was too much, too much.
Because of the large movements, the clothes hanging at his waist had already become rags on the ground. They were piled on the ground together with the demon's black suit jacket.
Zong Jiu took the opportunity to regain his senses. When he looked up, he saw that his opponent was well-dressed. His upper body was still wearing a white shirt and a dark gray suit jacket.
On the other hand, he was like heaven and earth. It was infuriating.
Zong Jiu pulled the dark red tie mercilessly and pulled Magician towards himself.
As if taking revenge, Magician stumbled in the next second. The sudden acceleration caused his tailbone to tremble. Even his toes curled up uncontrollably, turning a cute pink.
Magician cursed in his heart, cursing the demon's eighteen generations of ancestors. His fingers mercilessly left deep bloody marks on Magician's back.
This degree of pain was just to add to the fun for the demon. To him, the fresh blood and pain only fueled his desire. The man became more and more excited under the white-haired youth's intermittent curses. It was as if he wanted to smash Magician into pieces.
Behind them, endless sticky black rain fell from the sky.
The river, the forest, and even the periphery of the ancient castle were all plated with a layer of ominous and terrifying shadow. It was as if God had poured a bucket of asphalt from the sky, covering all light.
It was a scene of collapse, but no one noticed.
The moonlight sank into the depths of the darkness, preventing him from escaping.