NOVEL NEXT Chapter 152: cbl
"Rae feel like dying."
Melissa was too deep in her own storm of confusion and smells, and Rae knew he had to seize the golden moment before she snapped out and bolted.
So he went for the kill. He let his head tilt back, fluttered his eyes like a bad actor in a cheap play, and shut them dramatically, letting his body sag like a man giving up on life.
Melissa panicked immediately, her hands tightening on his thighs.
"Rae kun, don't close your eyes, you… this… uh…"
She wasn't sure what the hell she was even supposed to do. All she knew was the monster was still draped across her face like a suffocating curtain, smearing itself with each twitch.
"Rae feel light headed…" he whispered again, voice weak, pitiful.
Melissa's heart clenched. Actually now that she thought about it, she had heard something somewhere, maybe from a drunk junior sister or maybe from the sect doctor, she didn't even remember. It had been so many years.
'When someone got boner, blood from their head travels to the penis in order to make it hard… does that mean…'
Yes. That meant Rae didn't have enough blood in his brain to stay conscious.
And she believed it. She really believed it.
Melissa's eyes darted down again, only to meet the monster staring back at her like it was mocking her.
It twitched, slapped against her cheek, dragged across her lips, smeared wet heat on her chin. The weight was obscene, like a weapon made of flesh.
'This is bad. He is really dying. His brain must be starving while all the blood is stuck in this thing. He'll die like this, with this monster standing proud over my face. What do I do. What do I even do.'
Rae, behind his fake blackout, was grinning in the dark of his mind. Every twitch of her lips, every stutter in her breathing, every second her face rubbed against him was feeding him.
He wanted to laugh out loud, but instead he kept his lips slack and whispered weakly,
"Help Rae… Rae can't… hold…"
Melissa bit her lip, tears pricking her eyes as the monster twitched again and smeared itself over her.
'He's dying and I'm just sitting here with this thing across my face like some idiot. I have to do something. Anything.'
Melissa gawked, throat dry, lips trembling as her eyes traced the veiny monstrosity lying across her face just seconds ago. There was only one solution. Only one treatment. And that was to…
"Rae kun, just try to relax okay."
Her voice wavered, soft and sweet, like a nurse trying to calm a patient before jabbing them with a needle.
She reached out and grabbed the monster with both of her hands, because one hand wasn't even close to being enough. Her delicate fingers barely wrapped around half of it.
The thing twitched violently inside her grip, pulsing, alive, angry almost.
'What the fuck. This thing is moving on its own. It's not normal. It's like a beast, like it's got its own heartbeat, its own temper.'
Melissa's eyes widened, panic flashing across her face, but she forced herself to stay steady.
She was handling it like some baby monster that needed to be kept calm, terrified that if she gripped too hard it might bite, but if she was too soft it might thrash free and slap her silly again.
"Shhh, calm down," she whispered to the thing itself before realizing she was talking to a dick. Her cheeks burned.
Rae, meanwhile, behind his fake coma, nearly broke character. His chest rose in a shaky breath he disguised as "dying weakness," but inside he was howling.
'She's talking to it. She's literally whispering to my cock. Gods above, this is peak villainy. I'm going to hell for this and I'll enjoy every step down.'
Melissa swallowed, staring at it as it pulsed against her palms.
'He's dying because of this thing. All his blood is stuck here. I have to… I have to help him drain it. I have to be brave. For Rae's life. For Rae's stupid, sweet life.'
Melissa tightened her grip, fingers trembling. The shaft was hot, slick, and heavy, like she was trying to wrangle a sword fresh out of the forge.
"Rae kun, hold on… I'll fix this…" she muttered, more to herself than him.
She started moving her hands up and down, awkward, clumsy strokes that looked more like she was polishing a dangerous artifact than trying to save a man's life.
Precum smeared across her palms instantly, stringing between her fingers, coating her skin.
'Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. This thing is oozing like a broken pipe. What kind of monster is this. Why does it feel like it's fighting me back.'
Her arms tensed as she squeezed a little tighter, pumping faster, trying to get "the poison" out.
"Rae… just… breathe okay… I'll get the blood moving back to your head," she panted, hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks.
The monster jerked in her hands suddenly, and the fat crown smacked against her knuckles with a wet thunk. Melissa nearly yelped.
'It's alive. It's actually alive. This isn't a penis, this is a serpent, a snake trying to escape me. Holy crap.'
Rae, meanwhile, peeked one eye open just a sliver before quickly closing it again, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.
'She's doing it. She's actually milking me like a desperate farmhand. Oh gods, she's so serious too. She really thinks this is some medical treatment.'
'If there's a devil watching, I hope he's taking notes, because this is pure villainy. I might ascend at this rate.'
Melissa's breathing got heavier, her rhythm picking up, precum now dripping from the head and trailing down her wrists. Her hands made wet noises every time they slid up and down.
'This… this has to work. The faster I do it, the quicker his brain gets blood again. Stay alive, Rae kun. I'll… I'll save you even if it means this!'
The monster twitched violently, almost leaping from her grasp, slapping against her forearm with a messy string of precum flicking onto her cheek.
She froze for a moment, lips trembling, staring down at the beast she was fighting.
'It… it marked me. Like some savage beast claiming territory. I can't… I can't stop now.'
She pumped harder, both hands sliding over the thick length, her fingers slipping and sticking from the sheer amount of precum oozing out. The wet sounds echoed shamelessly in the air, obscene and frantic.
Her face was flushed, her hair clinging to her damp cheeks.
Rae's chest rose and fell dramatically, like some dying hero on the battlefield, but behind his closed lids, his lips curled at the corners.
'She's buying all of it. She really thinks she's saving me. Oh Melissa… you're going to heaven for this, but I'll be waiting in hell, laughing.'
The monster suddenly jolted, swelling in her hands, veins bulging like roots crawling up a tree trunk. Melissa froze for a half-second, eyes widening as she felt the beast throb violently.
'Oh no. Oh no, this is it. This is the venom. It's coming. Dear gods help me.'
Then it happened.
With a violent twitch, the monster erupted—thick ropes of glowing green liquid shot out like a geyser, splattering across Melissa's face before she could even turn away.
"Ah—!" she gasped, flinching as her vision blurred from the sticky heat coating her.
Strings clung to her cheeks, her chin, even dripping onto her lips. A glob hung from her nose like some sick joke.
'The hell… is this… radioactive goo. This isn't semen, this is swamp poison. I'm going to mutate. I'm going to grow tentacles. Holy shit, it's still coming!'
Another spurt smacked her across the forehead, sliding down into her hair, before splattering onto her chest.
Melissa furiously pumped to keep it going, arms jerking in desperation as if the faster she milked, the faster she could purge him of whatever demon's curse lived inside.
'Come out damn it, all of it, I'll milk every drop if I have to. You won't take Rae kun from me. Even if this goo kills me too, I'll save him!'
Meanwhile Rae, shaking and groaning dramatically, whispered weakly,
"Madame… you're… saving Rae…"
Inside though, his mind was roaring with laughter.
After a long sloppy silence, the spurting beast finally calmed down, twitching weakly before going soft like a dying serpent.
Melissa's hands were trembling, strings of green goo still dripping between her fingers, her face painted like she had survived a monster's attack in the wrong kind of swamp.
Rae leaned in weakly, eyelids fluttering, breathing like a man who had just escaped death itself.
"Madame… you saved Rae."
She blinked at him, goo sliding down her chin, dripping onto her chest.
'Gods above, did I really save him, or did I just… drain his soul out. Look at my face. I look like a cursed shrine maiden who just lost a fight with a slime. If anyone saw me like this, I'd never recover.'
But she didn't say a word. Instead she wiped herself clumsily, muttering a soft "you're welcome," her cheeks still flushed red under the mess.