Other Races Guidebook

When you were forcibly taken back by that black-haired Medusa with blue eyes, completely controlled by fear and despair, you completely lost your calm and reason, and faced this magical, dark and beautiful Medusa like crazy. Scratching and scratching, trying to get him to loosen the grip of your firm arm and the cold and soft skin that is close together.

But this Medusa's temper is unexpectedly good and incredible, even if you scratch your hair, scratch your face, half annoyance, and blame you, it doesn’t mean to blame you, just want to treat one because of a new environment Feeling restless and irritable, the kitten gently embraces your body and sends you back to the bedroom full of girly dreamy atmosphere before.

After struggling and resisting all the way, you are really exhausted. Even being put on the bed by this Medusa, he held his ankle with his hand, and used a smooth and warm red snake letter back and forth on the tiny wound cut out by rose leaves and flower thorns. When carefully observing the bloodshot blood, apart from biting his lip and enduring it silently, he didn't even have the strength to push him away.

Anyway, it will be eaten sooner or later, better than being cooked like a livestock and placed on the table to be eaten by the Medusas.

You only hope that this Medusa has no hobby of torturing or abuse of human beings, just bite your neck and eat you.

But he didn't do it as you wanted. Instead, he seemed to be torturing you slowly and patiently. He kept licking/licking the wounds on your hands and feet with a snake letter, feeling the slippery and cool reptiles. Snake Xin slowly licked and walked on your skin, and the flustered mood that could not tell whether it was nausea or fear gradually flooded your chest.

Even the lengthy torture before death is a very cruel and tender way.

When his beautiful face with scarlet snake letters approached your neck, you finally couldn't stand it anymore. You desperately pushed his head away with your hands, and quickly climbed to the corner to cover yourself with a quilt, deceiving yourself. Want to escape.

In the small and safe space formed in the quilt for a while, all your strength and calmness collapsed instantly, like an ordinary human girl, whimpering and sobbing.

You have had enough!

Really had enough!

Faced with this kind of cannibalism/horror monsters, how can you calm down? You even think it’s impossible to escape from them, but besides becoming their food, you can only be forced to interact with them. This kind of monsters mate/conjure their offspring, and they might still be eaten later, it would be better to be eaten right now.

So you don't bother to care about whether your behavior will irritate this Medusa, just shrunk under the quilt, shaking your body, and crying to vent the fear and despair that overflowed in your heart.

You thought that the next moment this Medusa, who was impatient with your cry, would violently tear open your quilt and do something to you, you cried for a long time and didn’t see him pull your quilt, instead the whole room Apart from your intermittent crying, there is no extra noise.

You didn’t have much residual strength, and then you cried for a while and then slowly stopped. The air in the quilt was very limited, and you felt a little breathless and bored. In the end, you couldn’t hold it back, so you opened the quilt secretly. Take a breath.

Then you met a pair of pale and glamorous faces that were not close to you. The beautiful and frightening dark green vertical pupils looked at you without blinking, like a statue.

You are stunned if you don't react in time.

Medusa slowly raised her hand, lightly touched the corner of your red wet eyes, and then licked it with her tongue.

He opened his thin and pale lips and murmured suspiciously in the hoarse and slippery tone unique to the Medusa clan: "What is this...?"

Obviously this Medusa can't understand why you just covered yourself with a quilt and cried.

If you ignore the black snake tail below the waist of the young Medusa, and just look at the upper body wearing human costumes, there is an illusion that he is just a relatively feminine-looking aristocratic youth.

After regaining your senses, looking at the Medusa in front of you with a childlike innocent and confused tone, you didn't know what to say for a while.

Until you saw the familiar black hairband on his wrist, you were stunned.

"You, you were previously locked up in a cage by a slave merchant..." Halfway through your words, you subconsciously covered your mouth, for fear that your words would cause him displeasure and anger.

But how did he escape from the slave traders/children?

And when did you take you from the green snake-tailed Medusa boy to this strange mansion?

A bunch of questions came up, but you didn't dare to ask directly.

But unexpectedly, this Medusa was not angry with you. Instead, because you remembered him, Ye Yan's facial features showed you a pretty satisfying and cheerful smile.

It seems that it is quite difficult for Medusa's vocal organs to speak human language. In order to let you know exactly what he is talking about, this young Medusa has spoken very slowly, "You, still... remember me?" "

At this time, no matter how slow you are, you realize that this Medusa's attitude towards you seems a bit special, at least he doesn't seem to want to eat you now.

And he can actually speak human language, which makes you quite surprised.

"...Will you eat me?" You mustered up the courage to ask carefully.

The black-haired Medusa was stunned, then looked at you earnestly and said, "No, yes."

You quietly breathed a sigh of relief. After carefully observing his expression, you bit your lip and tentatively said in a deliberate tone: "Before... I saved you once before. Can you let me go?"

"Also I am so skinny, I don't have much flesh on my body, my skin is rough and rough, and it doesn't taste good. I won't lose it if you let it go." You are very sincere and enumerate your shortcomings to the other party, hoping to impress him Of compassion.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the racial and cultural differences. This Medusa seemed to ignore your explicit and hint. He reached out his hand and touched your face, as if confirming something, even if you subconsciously flinched and dodged. Opening his touch did not affect his happiness.

He propped up his body, leaned down to dig you out of the quilt, hugged you, and sniffed between your hair. After confirming that your warm and soft body really existed, he sighed almost contentedly. Screamed.

"You, can't... leave." He pressed against your stiff auricle and whispered in a slightly hoarse and dull tone: "Stay, I will...be good to you."

Your face was pressed against Medusa's warm and smooth skin. After listening to his cold murmur in your ears, the uncontrollable chill began to spread from the soles of your feet.

This Medusa is likely to be like the young Medusa with emerald snake tail, treating you as a mother who can reproduce offspring.

It's just that this Medusa seems to be more'humanized'.

But this can't change the fact that they are all the same terrible monster.

Realizing that you can't escape for the time being, you begin to test the limit that this Medusa can tolerate you.

At the beginning, they were some simple small requests, and he directly agreed to you without any hesitation, just like treating a little pet that is somewhat naughty and willful, without any impatience or irritability.

Later, you learned from this Medusa that each Medusa has its own name.

For example, this black-haired and green-eyed Medusa's name is Merius, and the emerald-green snake-tailed Medusa boy is called Xifan.

Judging from the name, who would have guessed that they would be a terrible monster with a snake-tailed body and cannibalism.

But when you asked vaguely about the black giant snake summoned from the blood pool, this Medusa named Merius looked at the unconcealable fear and disgust on your face, and he was silent. For a while, he didn't say anything, just leaned over and kissed the tip of your hair, bound you in his arms, and continued patiently teaching you how to learn Medusa's words.

Just as it’s very difficult for Medusa’s generative organs to pronounce human language, it is also very difficult for human vocal organs to pronounce Medusa’s language. You just tentatively read a few words like Morius learns to speak. I felt that my tongue was about to be knotted.

But Murius is very satisfied with your learning progress. Whenever you learn a new vocabulary, he will touch your head like a reward, or kiss the tip of your cheek.

It's almost like treating a cat, rabbit or puppy, it makes no difference.

But you feel more and more anxious.

Your female instinct tells you that such a peaceful buffer period will not last too long, because Murius is becoming less and less satisfied with your intimate behavior and pure hugs and kisses, and you have even heard him more and more a few times. There was an unabashedly explicit desire in the hoarse gasp.

He is begging/pleasing you.

In the biological world, it is the instinctive nature of males that males of the same race beg for females.

But you are just a human being, a monster with a snake-tailed human body begging/love you, no matter how deceptive his appearance is, just looking at his smooth and dark snake-tail is shocking enough for you.

After maintaining this life for a few days, your nerves are finally tightened to the extreme.

Can't just sit and wait like this anymore!

I rushed out of this bedroom before, and I saw the horror/horror picture of Medusas eating in the living room downstairs, so that you dare not step out of the door again. After that, the food you need is also from Meriu. Si sent you directly to the room, and he seems to be satisfied with the obedient and meekness that you don't want to step out of this room.

But you know that if you continue like this, you may really be completely domesticated by him, lose the courage to escape, and willingly become his heterosexual female partner for reproduction.

When you asked if Morius could take you out again, he lowered his eyes and silently looked at you, who was anxious, with those dark green vertical pupils like malachite, and then responded with a hoarse and dull voice. Your request.

To be honest, except for the first rejection of your request to leave here, no matter how many requests you make to Murius, he seems to have never turned you down.

Under such invisible indulgence, you can't help but give birth to a different kind of thought.

Maybe you can be bolder and let him lead you to thoroughly familiarize yourself with the terrain here, so that you can find an opportunity to leave here.

But when you stepped out of this bedroom again, you were shocked to find that the outside scenery is no longer the stained glass corridor you are quite familiar with, but a long staircase leading down.

You suddenly remember the strange sound that you hear from above when you fall asleep every night, like a heartbeat.

Slowly, a terrible guess appeared in your heart.