Even until now, Hara Kenji had not given up on his original idea; his craving for the other party continued to breed and spread in the shadows.
And Kisaragi Chiyo's indifferent and permissive attitude formed the perfect breeding ground for indulgence.
Hara Kenji stared happily at the human feasting opposite him, the rich, covetous aroma wafting from the other person lingering at the tip of his nose, as if constantly tempting him to first entwine the other with tentacles, then devour them bit by bit according to his preferred order.
First, he would bite the neck, then the lips that could no longer speak, next would come the eyes that Hara Kenji loved. When the sensitive and fragile parts of the human body were licked, would they shed tears from the stimulation?
Hara Kenji thought with a smile.
He was mentally planning the best and most suitable way to cook and eat it.
Author's Note:
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Thanks to all the little angels for adding this to your collection, mwah 03330
Chapter 16
Rats are social animals; they can form exceptionally stable communities to forage, nest, defend against natural enemies together.. Not only that, but they also possess complex nervous systems and emotional capacities.. This means they are able to perceive positive or negative emotions and have them influence their own behavior.
"In this regard, there seems to be little difference between social rats and human families." Kisaragi Chiyo shook the droplets off her umbrella, folding it up while speaking to Hara Kenji, who was floating in mid-air beside her.
Unfortunately, this trip was once again during his most hated rainy weather.
"What made you suddenly have such a thought?" Hara Kenji's long, smooth hair was loosely tied at the back of his head today with a dark red hairband, a new hair tie that Kisaragi Chiyo had bought for him.
This was actually something Hara Kenji had specifically requested, because he felt it was very similar to the color of Kisaragi Chiyo's other eye.
I just heard someone chatting.
It seems there is a plague of rats around here.
Kisaragi Chiyo stopped in front of a Japanese-style residence, where a green pine tree grew leaning out from within the dark gray stone walls.
"This must be the place, right?" Hara Kenji floated to the side of the main gate and glanced at the hanging nameplate; the brass rectangular sign bore the two characters for Shimizu.
There is only one family nearby with the surname Shimizu, if what that lady just said is correct.
"Then it should be here." In the lull of their conversation, the rain, which had briefly paused, began to fall again in dense, continuous lines from the iron-gray sky.
Kisaragi Chiyo reached out and pressed the doorbell nearby; today, he was dressed in his usual attire.
A loose black haori, paired with relatively wide-legged trousers of the same color; however, because there were signs of the weather turning cooler recently, a light-colored knitted vest was layered over the white shirt worn under the haori.
You should occasionally try out the diverse fashion styles of young people.
The night before leaving, after inspecting Kisaragi Chiyo's suitcase full of clothes, Hara Kenji offered a critique: "The variety of your clothes is just like a stubborn, old-fashioned grandfather in a large family; they all look like they were made from the same mold."
“Is that so?” Kisaragi Chiyo slammed the suitcase shut with a thud and pulled out what she wanted, “In that case, this stubborn, old-fashioned grandpa has decided not to take your advice.”
"Eh?" Hara Kenji dragged out the sound, his current outfit being far from what he had been wearing when he first met Kisaragi Chiyo. It was only now that Kisaragi Chiyo realized this fellow could change his clothes as he pleased.
"A miracle.. gloom version?" Kisaragi Chiyo watched the Wraith, who had embarked on a personal fashion transformation journey immediately after flipping through a fashion magazine, fell silent for a moment.
Even now, he still couldn't understand why he had to put on an outfit that completely defied conventional aesthetic standards just to get a high score in the game's levels.
As expected, a trench coat or something like that is the coolest.
Having changed his clothes to his heart's content, Hara Kenji put down the magazine with satisfaction. He could now be described as completely transformed from head to toe; his retro British-style outfit was perfectly suited for a stroll along the banks of the Thames River in London.
Kisaragi Chiyo lowered her eyes in thought, suddenly feeling that perhaps Hara Kenji was actually better suited for the role of a detective in the new book.
“What are you thinking about so seriously?”
“I've called your name several times and you didn't even hear me.” As if dissatisfied with his distraction, the tentacles formed from white mist wrapped around his wrist, pulling him stumbling into the chair.
“Or is it.. that you don't like me looking like this?” A handsome, pale face suddenly magnified before his eyes, those dark purple eyes were like a vortex, making Kisaragi Chiyo have a momentary urge to throw himself into them.
But he quickly snapped out of it.
But that moment of daze was already enough for the other party to do something else.
For example, using tentacles to press him firmly into the chair.
Against the wall opposite the chair stood a full-length mirror. Hara Kenji stood by his side with one hand resting on the chair, leaning over slightly to bring his head close to Kisaragi Chiyo's face.
"If you look closely, Chiyo-chan actually has a very lovely face." Cold tentacles replaced her hands, gently stroking her cheek before lifting the hair that covered her right eye.
"Such beautiful eyes." Hara Kenji chuckled softly as he felt her scent change with her slight emotional fluctuations.
Kisaragi Chiyo was simply too easy to read; Hara Kenji liked how passively honest she was.
It made him unable to resist wanting to see more of the young man's other expressions.
"You can't blame this entirely on me," Hara Kenji murmured softly.
The young man in the mirror sat in a cushioned chair, his hands fixed firmly to the armrests as if controlled by something, his slightly long, raven-colored bangs were swept all back, revealing a smooth forehead.
Slender willow-leaf eyes, with upturned corners and smooth lines at the edges. The heterochromatic pupils added a unique charm to his originally indifferent expression, his pursed lips, which made him look somewhat displeased, were something Hara Kenji found absolutely captivating.
He suppressed the urge to take a bite out of the other, releasing his restraint on Kisaragi Chiyo before she could become irritated.
“I'm sorry, Kisaragi.”
Hara Kenji took a step back and blinked at Kisaragi Chiyo, his drooping eyes conveying a hint of innocence, his expression so pitiful that it made it difficult to find it in one's heart to blame him.
".. Don't do that again next time." Kisaragi Chiyo frowned, but quickly relaxed. She touched her wrist, where the strange sensation of being wrapped up by tentacles seemed to still linger on her skin.
"Did I hurt you?" A look of concern appeared on Hara Kenji's face. After all, compared to him, a Wraith, Kisaragi Chiyo was a human and therefore always more fragile, which was why he had to be more careful.
One must be careful to the point where even being cooked wouldn't be noticed.
"Not quite." Kisaragi Chiyo was somewhat speechless, for he found that the aftermath of accepting a Wraith's following was a bit more troublesome than he had imagined.
It was like a person who was used to living alone suddenly having a clingy pet by their side; although it couldn't be called disruptive, it would occasionally trip you up or tug at your sleeve.
But, given Kisaragi Chiyo's fondness for his face, the fact that Hara Kenji was truly excellent at cooking and cleaning, these behaviors were reluctantly accepted.
So, can I let those cute tentacles sleep with you tonight?
"No." The corners of Kisaragi Chiyo's lips turned downward again. Hara Kenji shouldn't think that just because he changed his phrasing, she wouldn't know what kind of scheme he was plotting in his heart.
Kisaragi Chiyo knew very clearly, after all, the other party's naked, lustful gaze toward him had never been concealed.
Kisaragi Chiyo had understood from the very beginning that Hara Kenji had never once suppressed his desire to devour him.
Even if he himself had no intention of causing harm, it did not contradict his ***; Wraiths were simply that unreasonable.
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After the doorbell had rung seven or eight times, the front door of the Shimizu residence was finally opened from the inside. A face appeared through the gap in the door, which was less than a palm's width wide; it was the face of an elderly person.
Symmetrical, orderly wrinkles and silver-gray eyebrows, with single-lidded eyes drooping over unhappy lips—this combination gave her the impression of someone who might be difficult to get along with.
“Who are you?” the old lady asked. She was dressed in dark clothing, with a string of pearls around her neck. A few strands of grayish-black hair were mixed into her neatly combed silver hair. Her back was straight, she watched Kisaragi Chiyo, who was standing at the doorway, with a vigilant gaze.
“Hello, I am Kisaragi Chiyo, the person who made an appointment yesterday to pick up a book.” Kisaragi Chiyo gave a slight nod to the old lady while holding an umbrella, her silver tassel earrings swaying gently amidst her slightly wavy hair with her movement.
"I thought you said it was someone named Iijima?" The old lady's gaze fixed on Kisaragi Chiyo's face, her silver-gray eyebrows knitting together for a moment before quickly relaxing.
"Iijima Ritsu has some business and couldn't come personally, so he asked me to come and collect the books on his behalf," Kisaragi Chiyo explained unhurriedly.
Although it was only for a fleeting moment, he still caught the flash of disappointment on the old lady's face.
Fortunately, although the person who arrived was not Iijima Ritsu, whom the old lady had been expecting, Kisaragi Chiyo was still permitted to enter.
"Something isn't right here." The Long-haired Wraith floating by his side had remained silent since seeing the old lady. It wasn't until they entered the Shimizu residence, being guided through the courtyard and the long corridor on the way to the guest room, that Hara Kenji finally spoke.
"I don't like this feeling very much." Hara Kenji narrowed his eyes, his dark purple eyes dim and deep, as a chill surged from his body, causing a slight white mist to spread uncontrollably at his feet.
He brought his index finger and thumb together in a pinching motion.
It feels like being suddenly forced into a stranger's bed.
Upon hearing Hara Kenji's description, Kisaragi Chiyo almost burst out laughing, but in the end, she held it in.
Kisaragi Chiyo looked at the distressed expression on the Wraith's face with a hint of admiration, waiting for him to finish speaking.
".. We have entered the domain of something." Hara Kenji took a deep breath, attempting to calm the slight sense of anxiety in his heart.
But it clearly didn't help much.
One must realize that even the most docile hound will bare its fangs upon sensing danger; of course, this is not to say that the omnipotent Lord Hazama is a dog.
After sensing Hara Kenji's emotional fluctuation, Kisaragi Chiyo turned slightly. Before her questioning gaze could even land on him, she felt something cold, soft, slender suddenly coil around the fingertips of her hand hanging at her side. It then climbed upward, wrapping tightly around her wrist before finally ceasing its movement.
“..”
Upon realizing what that thing was, Kisaragi Chiyo's footsteps faltered for a moment. He lifted his eyelids to cast a glance at the Hazama, who looked completely nonchalant after having done something naughty, unsurprisingly received a smile with squinted, crescent-shaped eyes in return.
“What a thick-skinned, opportunistic jerk.” Kisaragi Chiyo muttered under his breath. He subconsciously touched the tentacle wrapped tightly around his wrist, intending to give it a squeeze to warn it to behave itself. However, as soon as he squeezed, the tentacle, hidden beneath the wide haori, used its tip to lightly tickle his palm through his glove.
Kisaragi Chiyo: ".."
If this continues, he is truly afraid he won't be able to resist pulling out his revolver and shooting the other person right in front of everyone.
Author's Note:
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Thanks to all the little angels for adding this to your collection, mwah 030
Quietly leaving a little kitty here for everyone to pet o（^x^）o
Chapter 17
But fortunately, in the moments that followed, the tentacles wrapped around his wrist made no further attempt at movement, remaining there motionless, like mere decorations.
Kisaragi Chiyo did not ask Hara Kenji why he was doing this; after sensing the agitation coming from him, Kisaragi Chiyo could likely understand that this was a way for him to seek a sense of security.
Just like how some dogs bury their food or carry it back to their dens to hide it, this is a series of behaviors triggered by a lack of security in their surroundings.
This, of course, includes the sense of responsibility to look back every few steps to confirm his master is still by his side, the constant desire to cling to his master's feet to attract his attention, even the compulsion to peer through the crack of the door to watch his master even when he goes to the restroom.
Although Kisaragi Chiyo didn't particularly want to describe him that way, based on certain small gestures Hara Kenji exhibited, he could indeed be classified as a dog-like man.
Of course, it might have been a little better if this dog-like man wasn't seeking a sense of security from someone other than himself.
"What are you thinking about?" A soft voice fell upon his ear as Hara Kenji stood with his hands behind his back, leaning forward slightly. He was no longer floating in mid-air, but had landed on the ground, walking side by side with Kisaragi Chiyo.