CH 8

Chapter 8: Forced Landing

Content warning: non con kiss, some terms referring to mental illness that may be sensitive for some people (nothing too bad in this chapter, but just a head’s up)

Rapid, lingering breaths. 

Louie did not think that, while her opponent had the body of a weak child, she had the same skills as someone like her, a soldier who had grown up on Almia. 

A cyborg? A mutant? Which species in the universe would retain a child’s form year-round?

In an instant, countless conjectures flooded through Louie’s mind without an ultimate conclusion. 

For some reason, all rational reflection seemed unnecessary at this point. 

“See, you’re distracted again.”

Angel continued her chokehold on Louie’s neck. 

Both of her legs wrapped around her as she tried to strangle the person in her arms. 

Pythons killed their prey in this way, she had heard. 

They elongated their bodies, wrapping around their prey, and with every breath the prey took, they would be squeezed even tighter. 

Louie was, naturally, unwilling to let Angel have her way. As she tried to break free of Angel’s headlock, she leveraged her legs on the bed frame. 

Like this, their limbs entwined, neither willing to let go for a single second. 

Those who graduated from the military academy all had a certain otherworldly asceticism. Who would have known that when they embrace, their chests would be soft, as well?

Their eyes remained open, and a dangerous, scorching light blazed within them. 

If looks could kill, then Angel would have already suffered a death by a thousand cuts. 

Hidden beneath her ascetic exterior was the richness of milk. 

Angel smiled. How should she put it? This flavor—like that of a child. 

She nibbled Louie’s lips with relish before sliding down and licking her throat. Her sharp incisors tickled Louie’s skin. 

Everything was routine. 

Angel’s hands released her automatically, teasing with malicious intent, “Eh…you look fierce, but I didn’t expect you to be so soft!”

Hearing this, Louie did not know if she felt irritated or embarrassed. She at last saw an opening and pushed Angel away, suddenly opening up some distance between them. 

Angel’s small frame landed on the bed with a heavy thump. 

The scent of blood permeated the air. 

Angel cheerfully wiped her mouth, the back of her hand coming away with dark bloodstains. 

Who exactly bit whom, it was unclear. 

In any case, she was certain that her opponent’s mouth felt no better. 

This was no kiss. It was clearly them devouring each other!

Louie’s blood surged, and she flushed from her ear lobes to her cheeks. 

Nevermind the fact that Almia relied on in vitro cultivation for reproduction, even on assignment on other planets—she was not the target of sexual advances!

Louie’s build could not count as slender and tall. While she would not be recognized as a man at first glance, she was certainly not ‘enchanting.’

In addition, regardless of whether one considered her Earthen or Almian blood, in her bones, she completely lacked ardor. Seduction was beyond the scope of her consideration. 

And the chest that Angel had just touched…was indeed flat. 

Up until now, Louie was wholly satisfied with this. At least it was more convenient when completing assignments. 

During the last twenty-one years of her career, she had never encountered something like this!

The people of the current era were not particular about it, but this was her first kiss!

Her first kiss, and it was stolen by someone who looked like a kid?

Absolutely ridiculous!

A murderous light appeared in Louie’s eyes. She clenched her fist, torturing this new ‘roomate’ of hers in her mind over and over again. 

However, her actions were faster than her thoughts. 

By the time Louie reacted, she realized that she was already holding her roommate’s arms behind her back with one hand, the other seizing her by the neck. 

“Who are you?”

“Don’t you believe that I’ll kill you.”

The harsh, venomous question seemed to have been forced through her teeth, brooking no chance of retreat. 

Angel was sure that, should she answer with so much as one unsatisfactory word, the hand on her neck would take her life. 

But she just smiled ambiguously. 

The corners of her eyes tilted hooked upward, every sort of flirtation between her brows, “My name is An Ran. You can call me An.” 

She smiled like she was a harmless cub, content in her shocking words[1]. As if she did not realize the situation that she was in, she suddenly changed the topic:

“You can kill me anytime.”

“If death is the end of loneliness, 

Please, ensure that I burn in the arms of my love,

And have my love ignite the flames of Nirvana.[2]

—This is my favorite poem. What do you think of it?”

The lines, sung like an aria, constricted the space. In an instant, Louie found breathing incomparably difficult. 

A siren, enticing sailors with her song. 

A Gorgon, turning others to stone with her eyes. 

An ethereal ghost, tempting scholars with her magic. 

A looney. 

A looney, a madwoman, a psycho. 

This was a looney!

Louie’s fingers were about to scrunch together. Then, she saw Angels seemingly smiling, seemingly not smiling eyes. Instinctively sniffing out a crisis, her fingers suddenly stopped moving. 

Wrong. 

Louie’s reason gradually returned. 

She had been carried away by this person as soon as she had entered. 

Something was wrong. 

Louie recalled what Old Wang had told her while leading her along:

They must not harm each other…otherwise, they would suffer the consequences. 

Louie’s hands slid down abruptly, pulling on Angel’s collar. Her fingers tightened, then relaxed, before punching the headboard with one fist. 

A low thud. 

The indiscernible dust on the bed frame was stirred up, scattering through the air. 

“You’re using me to test the regulations here.”

Louie calmed down and put some distance between her and Angel. She asked, her voice harsh and cold, “Who exactly are you?”

Angel neither confirmed nor denied her intentions. She tittered, revealing two adorable canine teeth. 

After being tossed about, more blood seeped out of the gauze wrapped around her body. 

She sat cross-legged on the bed, taking care to leave a spot for Louie. She patted the place beside her, signaling for her to sit down. 

Upon discovering that Louie was thoroughly unmoved, Angel remained unrepentant. With an expression like she had been wronged, she pouted like a teacup poodle[3]. 

“Me? I’m super miserable!”

Angel’s appearance was aggrieved and supplicating, and the seductiveness and charm from earlier had retreated and became an innocent little flower. 

“Went out for an excursion. Ran into a Kunpeng during the transfer. Time and space distorted, and the ship’s propulsion system malfunctioned. It wasn’t easy to find somewhere to crash land in the chaos…so, I ended up here.”

After condemning her own lot in life, Angel put on a curious expression. She looked at Louie eagerly and asked animatedly:

“And you? You still haven’t told me your name? And why you came here?”

Louie’s mind suddenly went blank. 

“Lieutenant Colonel Hyde de Witt unfortunately encountered a Kunpeng while passing through the transfer point on the return journey. Onboard was the other personnel, as well as an interstellar wanderer. Both are missing!”

All of a sudden, Jiang Wei’s report flashed through Louie’s mind. 

Louie narrowed her eyes, suppressing the agitation in her voice as she asked, “Did another ship enter the transfer point with you when you encountered the turbulence? What happened to them? Did they crash land here as well?”

Angel swept a finger across her lower lip. As she fiddled with the bite mark from Louie, the scab, which had not even had the chance to fully form, had torn open again. 

The blood was like a good lipstick, smearing beautifully on her pallid skin. 

Angel missed the feeling of kissing Louie just now—that slight milkiness of frankincense, that chill of iced rum, that rusty taste of blood like the crisp clack of ice in a glass, ambiguous and dangerous, refracting the fervent, dazzling light and sticking to the skin as it pierced the pounding heart. 

She had always done as she pleased. 

Rapacious, utterly unrestrained, and entirely incomprehensible—neither did she temper her own desires. 

Angel’s fingers unexpectedly pinched the corners of her lips, her fingertips drawing a little blood like she was puncturing the pretty wild flower. 

Releasing a deadly temptation. 

“Give me a kiss. Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.”

The author has something to say: 

I don’t really want to write the plot at all right now, I just want to write about their sexy times…

I can’t help it, their character designs are just too good in bed 【Beeeeeeeep】