Exclusive Possession – CH 007

Chapter 7. So-Called OCD About Cleanliness

“This is the shortest route. Good heavens, your face is so red!”

Morin stood two steps in front of me, staring at me with wide eyes. I hadn’t felt embarrassed at first, but his loud shout made me genuinely uncomfortable.

It was a spacious corridor, with soft, orange lighting that created a misty atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold and hard bulkhead. From the moment we left our bedroom, we encountered small groups of soldiers along the way.

Most of them were young men, some in military uniforms, some in vests, mostly muscular and dark-skinned; I could almost smell their sweat. There were also some slender, bamboo-like robots, their metal feet clicking and clacking on the soft ground as they ran past lightly.

They even encountered an orc, at least two meters tall, its head reaching the ceiling, its massive body like a wall. Its arms, exposed outside its uniform, were muscular and covered in thick hair. Above its neck was a grotesque, muscular beast head, utterly ferocious and terrifying.

Almost every human man who passed by would glance at me. The orc even stopped in his tracks, staring at me with wide eyes until we were gone. I knew it wasn’t because I was particularly beautiful; they were just curious about the presence of a woman on the ship, which was why they looked at me so often.

We continued walking, and Morin suddenly turned back and glanced at me again: “Damn, why are you wearing such a short skirt?” Then his gaze swept over my exposed arms and legs. His words only made things worse; the two men in front of us both looked at my legs.

Morin is being too noisy; I think I have to stop him.

“Morin,” I called to him.

“Yes?” He immediately stood up straight and blinked.

“Shut up.”

He opened his mouth wide but didn’t say anything more.

We hadn’t walked far when we arrived at a tightly closed hatch. Morin entered the code, unlocked the door, and stood motionless in the doorway: “Have a pleasant afternoon with the Commander. Remember to persuade him!”

I walked in silently, and Morin quietly closed the door.

This place was more liked a spacious hall, similar to the controlled center of the Angel, with walls covered with computer screens and silver data flowing endlessly between them.

There is no one.

I stood there for a while before I noticed a door open on one side of the wall, and from a distance I could see a dark gray figure sitting on the sofa.

It was him.

I took a few deep breaths without thinking and slowly walked over. I thought that with his alertness, he would notice the movement soon. But to my surprise, even when I reached the door, he remained motionless, seemingly very focused.

Pale blue light and shadow floated in the air in front of him. I knew it was similar to the “DVD” Morin had given me. Only, I was too far away, and the angle was too far to see what he was looking at.

Now that we were closer, I looked up and took a closer look. What I saw stunned me.

Was it…me?

The scene is still; on the lush green grass, a girl in a black graduation gown is pressing down her mortarboard with her hand, smiling radiantly.

That’s my college graduation photo.

A flash of light revealed me wearing a beige pullover sweater, my hair disheveled, barefoot, sitting in the corner of the balcony, hugging my knees, my eyes red, tears still clinging to my face—it was after he forced me; I was hiding in the old house, wallowing in despair.

Then there was the time I was taking notes in class; the time I went for a job interview, wearing a black suit, with my long hair down and my face flushed, and I was so nervous; the time I visited my grandmother at the nursing home, hugging her waist and resting my head in her lap…

Just then, he suddenly turned his head, saw me, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I looked at him with surprise.

He tossed the chip aside, and the screen vanished abruptly. He stood up from behind the sofa, hands in his pockets, his expression cold: “What is it?”

“…Molin said you wanted to have lunch with me.” I cursed Molin inwardly. Judging from Mu Xian’s reaction, he hadn’t invited me at all.

“I’ve already eaten,” he said casually.

“Then I’ll go back.” I turned to leave.

“Sit down,” his voice rang out again.

Since he said that, I had no choice but to sit down on the sofa.

He walked to his desk, pressed the communication button, and said, “Send me lunch.” Then he didn’t say anything, just stood there quietly staring at me.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so I asked, “How did you get my picture?”

“Nanobots,” he said calmly.

“What?”

“The robot I left behind.”

I suddenly realized.

I had a general idea of ​​nanobots—ultra-microscopic robots, invisible to the naked eye. So, when he said he’d leave soldiers to protect me, he meant these? And these photos, were they taken by them too?

No wonder I’ve always felt like someone had been spying on me these past few years; I thought I was just being paranoid.

But I immediately remembered the feeling of being spied on when I was showering. I stiffly turned my head to glance at his calm profile.

Why was he looking at my photos all by himself here? There must be some photos of me without clothes in them.

My face suddenly flushed. I quickly told myself to stay calm and not be moved, but my face was still burning hot.

“They’ve already retreated.” He stared at me.

I understood and breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder I hadn’t felt that way about being watched lately; I guess I no longer needed it now that I was by his side.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice sounded from outside the door: “Commander, I’ve brought lunch.”

He stood up and walked over. After a while, a strong arm wrapped in a silver-gray military uniform placed a plate on the table in front of me.

I awkwardly picked up the spoon, but unexpectedly he sat down right next to me. I felt the leg of his military uniform trousers brush against my calf, and I immediately tensed up, keeping my eyes down and focusing on my inner thoughts.

The meal tasted like cardboard. After finishing, I took a sip of water, composed myself, and turned to look at him. He was looking at me too, his gaze cool and calm.

This was really strange; we were sitting so close, craning our necks to look at each other. I couldn’t help but cough, looking down at my plate, and said, “I can do what you ask.”

He didn’t speak, but I could feel his intense gaze.

I continued, “If you insist on marrying me, then let’s get married. I know that you don’t care about anything other than marital obligations, and neither do I. I hope that we won’t interfere with each other’s lives in the future, and that you’ll be happy, and so will I. However, I agree to your promise that you will only touch me after we’re married, and I hope you will keep that promise.”

I stopped and waited for his reaction. I wasn’t sure if he would be annoyed, but I didn’t care.

But to my utter surprise, he suddenly smiled, then took my hand… brought it to his lips, stared into my eyes, and began to kiss it.

A tingling, wet sensation spread from my fingertips, sending goosebumps up all over my body. Looking closer, I realized it wasn’t a kiss at all. He was taking each of my fingers into his mouth, one by one, and licking them forcefully with his tongue.

Like an animal.

He was originally a half-beast.

I suppressed the discomfort in my hand and thought coldly—this reaction meant that he was not only not angry but actually very happy?

Was it because I agreed to get married? He didn’t care at all about what I said afterward.

As expected… he only cared about his body and reproduction.

After a while, half of my palm was wet, and I felt nauseous. But he kept staring at me thoughtfully and started sucking my thumb, which was incredibly itchy.

“Wait a minute…” I suddenly remembered something. “I have another request.”

“Say it.” He licked the shallow swirl on the back of my hand.

I missed my grandmother.

“Send troops to pick them up.” He didn’t even look up.

I shook my head: “No. She’s getting old, and she wants to return to her roots. I don’t want her to know anything else. I want to visit her every year.”

He then looked up at me, his dark eyes sharp and piercing. I thought he would refuse, but to my surprise, he only answered in a hoarse voice, “Okay.”

Then he started licking my hand intently again. I was trying to resist, but then I suddenly remembered the night I slept with him. I had a similar feeling in my dream—I dreamt of a dog licking my hand. So… it was him?

I couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you a germaphobe?”

“Hmm,” he responded softly, his tongue still moving as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I was speechless.

By this time, he had licked both my hands once. He then reached out and pressed the back of my head, tilting his whole body towards me, encircling me in his arms, forcing me to look up at him.

His focused gaze slowly slid down my cheek, and I was almost certain he was choosing where to start.

This feeling of being gnawed at like a bone was making my whole body itch. I felt I couldn’t let him continue like this; what if he lost control? Just as I was hesitating to speak, I suddenly heard the communicator on the table beep.

“Commander, this is a call from the capital. It’s Commander Xiangli Sheng. He’s on an encrypted channel, and the audio is ready,” a voice immediately came through the communicator.

Mu Xian immediately let go of me and stood up.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked to the table and said in a deep voice, “Bring it in.”

“Yes.”

I seized the opportunity to stand up and say, “I’m going back now.”

He looked up at me. Perhaps because we had been too close, his short black hair looked a little messy, his military uniform collar was a little crooked, and his fair cheeks… seemed to be a little flushed?

“Sit down, I’ll take you home.” He paused. “Keep quiet during the call.”

I had no choice but to sit down again.

He pressed a button on the communicator, and a voice came from the other end.

“Commander Surman, it’s good to hear you’re about to arrive,” the man said.

“Thank you, Commander Xiangli Sheng,” Mu Xian replied.

I was slightly surprised to hear the title “Commander Surman,” but I quickly realized—Stan aliens had very long names; Morin’s full name was quite long. Surman and Mu Xian must both part with his name.

That said, I was about to marry him, and I still didn’t know his full name. But it didn’t matter.

Xiangli Sheng added, “His Highness has carefully considered the conditions you proposed last time.”

I was a little curious—His Highness?

Mu Xian raised his face, his clear, dark eyes calm and composed: “I would like to hear the details.”

“As long as you start the uprising as agreed, His Highness will support you after eliminating Nuo’er and make you the commander-in-chief of the three fleets,” Xiangli Sheng continued.

I was taken aback.

An uprising? Although the details were unclear, it sounded liked Mu Xian had pledged allegiance to “His Highness” and would have been promoted and ennobled if he eliminated “Nuo’er.”

Mu Xian’s voice and smile were equally gentle: “Thank you for His Highness Kenya’s trust. And thank you, Commander Xiangli Sheng.”

I heard it clearly, Your Highness Kenya? He was the one Mu Xian had pledged allegiance to.

Xiangli Sheng also smiled and said, “You’re too kind. If this succeeds, you’ll be the youngest general in the empire and also my superior. I look forward to your guidance in the future. We’ve been too busy with military affairs before to interact much. Actually, I’m also a graduate of the Imperial Military Academy.”

Mu Xian smiled slightly: “You still hold the academy’s record for the 200-meter pistol shooting.”

Xiangli Sheng seemed very pleased and laughed heartily: “You flatter me. I heard that you were last promoted to major general at the Command Department’s alumni anniversary reunion. Now that things have come to this, how about I privately suggest to His Highness that His Highness award you the medal at this year’s reunion? It will surely become a celebrated story in the academy.”

I immediately understood—Xiang Lisheng was clearly trying to curry favor with Mu Xian, taking the opportunity to play the alumni card. Mu Xian smiled and said, “Then thank you very much.”

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two ended the call.

Mu Xian stood silently for a while before turning to look at me, his expression unchanged.

My feelings were indescribable.

It seemed I underestimated him. I thought he was just a high-ranking military officer, strong but also simple. I never imagined he could have been so shrewd and calculated when he was actually doing his job.

So… vicious and bloody.

The Mu Xian at this moment was completely different from the man who had just grabbed my hand and kissed me stubbornly, even blushing.

What kind of person was he, really?

“I’ll take you back,” he said calmly, walking straight toward me. Suddenly, he took off his military uniform and handed it to me, leaving him in only a light gray shirt.

“No need.” I felt inexplicably irritated.

But he had already draped his uniform over my shoulders.

I didn’t want him to touch me again, so I gave in and put on the sleeves. The hem of his uniform rubbed against my bare knees, tickling me—almost exactly like the feeling of his fingers caressing me. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I pretended to be nonchalant.

What surprised me even more was that his military uniform was so big; it looked like a robe on me, with sleeves that were way too long.

He stood motionless, his gaze moving from my face to my chest, and uttered two words softly: “The buttons.”

I had no choice but to button up my clothes as well.

But his eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, and suddenly he reached out and fastened the top button of his general’s uniform.

The buttons were all the way up to the neck, a little tight and uncomfortable. But he was clearly satisfied; his dark, long eyebrows relaxed, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips. He put his hands in his pockets, turned, and walked towards the door.