Exclusive Possession – CH 039

Chapter 39.

“Kill him.”

“The moment of destiny will eventually come. It will be the end, but also a new beginning.”

…

I woke up in a cold sweat and opened my eyes to find the room dimly lit, with only a faint starlight remaining outside the window, quiet and still. It was still midnight.

The unfamiliar and cold voice from my dream seemed to still linger in my mind. I pounded my head with my hand; the pain and vibration seemed to slightly alleviate the dullness and stagnation in my thoughts.

Mu Xian lay quietly beside me, his tall frame curled up slightly, enveloping me. His face was half-buried in the pillow, his short hair tousled, and his features clean, like a painting in light colors.

I removed his hand from my waist, tiptoed to my feet, put on my pajamas, and walked barefoot onto the balcony. The night was hazy, like a thick fog, with a thin layer of white peeking through the darkness. On the hillside not far away, I could vaguely see the robot standing silently and faithfully.

We stayed on the planet Softan for another three days. Mu Xian was like an insatiable beast, embracing me day and night, giving me no chance to refuse. And I, too, had tasted the sweetness and unknowingly let him drag me into the quagmire of desire, where I indulged in sweetness, excitement, satisfaction, and complete abandon.

My affection for him seemed to be indulged along with my physical intimacy. When we were not doing anything, we would cling to each other like a real couple. When he was working, I would lean against him, and before I knew it, we would be kissing until our bodies were hot and bothered; when I was reading, he would sit silently beside me, twirling his fingers through my hair, or taking one of my hands and licking it. Sometimes I would put down my book and find that he had been playing by himself for over an hour.

Mop and Morin had learned to become invisible automatically. Even if Mu Xian picks me up and carries me into the room in broad daylight, they would not make a sound.

In the two weeks since returning to the desolate land, Mu Xian’s workload had gradually increased, and he could no longer spend all his time with me. Sometimes when I was alone, I felt that the sweetness came too quickly and too intensely, giving me an unreal feeling, and I felt a little panicked and scared. Just like now, standing on the balcony overlooking the desolate land, I felt like I was about to collapse.

My recent dream had made me even more uneasy. I had not heard that voice for many days, but it has resurfaced in my dreams these past few days. Morin gave me a full checkup, which proved there was nothing wrong; it was just my subconscious acting up. I also remembered the line, “The end of the world’s also a new beginning,” which I thought was from a movie I’ve seen. But whenever I hear that voice in my dreams, I still feel a bit agitated.

…

“Can’t sleep?” A slightly deep voice came from behind.

Mu Xian wore a black bathrobe, and his face was unexpectedly cool and handsome in the night.

“Mmm.” In the quiet of the night, I suddenly felt a strong urge to rely on him. I hugged his waist, buried my head in his chest, and gently nuzzled him. “Mu Xian…”

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked me up and carried me into the room: “If you cannot sleep, then do it.”

I was both annoyed and amused: “Wait, I have something to ask you.”

He placed me on the bed, slipped his hand inside my pajamas, and said intently, “Ask.”

“Why…why did you see me when I was fifteen?”

He paused, looked up at me, and said indifferently, “I’m on vacation on Earth.”

I became interested: “Why would you be vacationing on my mountain?”

His hands and mouth continued to roam over my body, and he mumbled, “The particle environment there is excellent; it helps improve mental strength.”

I see, what a coincidence. Although I did not know what he meant by “particle environment,” my hometown was indeed a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Many great writers in history once lived in seclusion there. Perhaps the particle environment of extraterrestrials had something to do with what earthlings call feng shui?

However, that was not my focus. What I care about is…

“Why do you take photos of me secretly every year?” As soon as I asked that question, I immediately felt his physical intrusion and quickly pushed him away. “Wait, let’s get this straight.”

He let me push him away, still thrusting in all the way, burying himself deep inside. I let out a soft moan, and he began to move, his handsome face above me, his dark eyes gazing intently at me.

“Because I want to see it.”

My body went limp from his thrusts, but my heart was pounding. What kind of answer was this? Taking pictures secretly because you wanted to see?

I asked haltingly, “Why… do you want to see it?”

He moved faster, each thrust seeming to pierce into an endless depth. Though his face remained cold, I could sense he was unusually excited. Why?

Could it be… because it brought up things from back then? What was so exciting about that?

“The first time I saw you, you were not wearing any clothes, swimming in the stream.” He lowered his head and bit my nipple. “So white, so soft, so sexy, so cute.”

My heart skipped a beat—I vaguely remembered swimming naked in a mountain stream late at night. But…

“Sexy?” I was only fifteen years old back then.

“Hmm.” He suddenly turned me over and grabbed my breasts from behind: “These… look like little peaches.”

“You smiled at me.” His voice suddenly came.

I was taken aback and reached out to cup his busy face in my hands: “You mean when you were fifteen?”

His gaze deepened and calmed: “I saw you smiling at me from the grass.”

I was taken aback.

Perhaps noticing my confused expression, he glanced at me indifferently: “Don’t you remember? I was in beast form back then.”

It was not that I did not remember, but that it definitely did not happen. Maybe I did laugh then, but it certainly was not at him; he was still “in the grass,” in his “animal form.” Would I smile at someone who looked like a wild boar?

But after hearing this, I thought I understood now. He was probably just imagining things back then.

Suddenly, he got out of bed, walked to the computer on the desk, and opened the folder named “Hua Yao.” I could not help but say, “No wonder someone said they saw a black…wild boar there. Was that you?”

He paused, glanced back at me, his gaze icy: “Who said that?”

“…a passerby.”

He stared at me, his dark eyes suddenly deepening, seemingly even tinged with a burning intensity. Then he turned his back to me, and after a moment, his soft, slow voice came: “From now on, you will understand my beastly form better.”

These pointed words… made my face flush, and I felt a little uneasy.

**

He was still flipping through the photos quickly when he suddenly stopped, turned around, strode up to me, and looked down at me.

I looked up at him, a little nervously.

“You deleted that photo. A total of 257 photos are missing.” He frowned, his eyes sharp and piercing.

I remained awkwardly silent. His eyes were somewhat gloomy, as if shrouded in a light mist. I thought he would be angry, but to my surprise, he only glanced at me and said calmly, “No more deletions or revisions.”

Looking at his calm expression, I suddenly realized, “You have a backup?!”

“Yes. I have a safe deposit box at a bank in Beijing.”

I paused for a moment, feeling a bit of a headache: “You put this kind of thing in a bank safe deposit box…”

**

A month had passed.

The barren land was now lush and green, growing warmer and more pleasant; the mercenaries had vanished, and Helen’s Fortress was calm and peaceful; the investment account I managed had earned a high return of 4% in a short period; my grandmother, far away on Earth, was also recovering; and I’ve stopped having nightmares, and my relationship and lovemaking with Mu Xian were becoming more harmonious and enjoyable every day…

Everything was so wonderful, and I was completely immersed in it—immersed in life, immersed in Muxian.

The only thing that Mu Xian was not entirely satisfied with was that despite his thorough efforts, my stomach had not reacted. Morin said that we were both perfectly healthy, and not getting pregnant was just a matter of probability. I did not really care; I was not ready to be a mother anyway.

But Mu Xian was clearly a little concerned. Once, he even took a thumb-sized “detection recorder,” attached it to the front of his penis, and casually said he wanted to see the “actual situation” inside. I absolutely refused, and as a result, he used his mental power to bind my body.

After it was over, I was angry and ignored him for a long time. Finally, Morin noticed that I was acting strangely and came to comfort me. I vaguely mentioned Mu Xian’s behavior, and Morin laughed and said that the commander must be doubting his sexual ability, so you should just give in to him.

We made up that night, and Mu Xian agreed to stop “recording” such things. But then I heard him instruct Mop to deposit a “top-secret personal document” into the Imperial Bank…

Time flew so fast; our wedding was in five days. Two things, not so big, had happened in the last few days.

First, Morin and Mop were very depressed.

According to custom, we were to return to the capital for our wedding, and they were the obvious choice to be our guards. However, recent stellar activity in the capital had been frequent, causing magnetic field fluctuations that could potentially destabilize the robots. Therefore, Mu Xian had reassigned Adop to escort us back to the capital. Unable to witness our wedding, Mop remained silent, while Morin grew increasingly anxious.

Secondly, the “Genetic Reproduction Management Department” in the capital sent a “robot etiquette officer” to provide “premarital counseling” for Mu Xian and me. I was a little surprised, but considering that even if Stan Star was enlightened, the royal family must still have had some complicated rules, I was relieved.

The robot etiquette officer was named Bai Yin Xia. She was a round-headed, black robot with big eyes and a small mouth. Because Yin Xia loves to wear long white dresses, I knew that her gender was female.

The premarital counseling course was two days long. Yesterday, Yin Xia introduced the wedding process and things to note. She was a gentle and humorous person, and the teaching process was pleasant and relaxing. I just did not know what she would talk about today.

The class was held in the study on the second floor. It was afternoon, the sunlight was warm and bright, and I was sitting on the soft carpet wearing a long dress. Yin Xia was standing in front of the floating screen, smiling amiably.

But her first words completely stunned me.

“Miss, have you ever had intercourse with His Highness in his beastly form?”

I froze, then shook my head. Could today’s lesson be…?

Sure enough, she smiled and nodded: “Is it a technical obstacle? Or a psychological one? Today, we are going to teach you the techniques of interracial mating. Do not worry; whatever the problem, we can solve it.”

She opened a video, and I only glanced at it before turning my head away, but the seductive sounds still managed to reach my ears.

“Miss, are you… shy?” Yin Xia asked.

I paused for a moment, then struggled to look back.

Yin Xia looked at me for a while and smiled: “Miss, perhaps you do not know, but our research shows that for a half-beast, the pleasure of mating in animal form is at least three times more intense than in human form. In other words, you can bring him more than three times the pleasure.”

Is the feeling in beast form three times stronger than in human form?

I remembered Mu Xian’s pointed remark a few days ago, “You will understand my beastly form better,” and my face burned. I pursed my lips and remained silent.

Yin Xia continued, “Of course, you will also experience unprecedented pleasure. You only need to learn a few tricks to overcome the technical obstacles. Miss, as the wife of a half-beast, this lesson’s unavoidable.”

Actually, I’ve known for a long time that this would eventually happen. Mu Xian almost ate me in his beast form four years ago. But I find it a little… hard to accept.

Looking at the chaotic scene, I felt dizzy. At the same time, Yin Xia’s voice came clearly: “The saliva of a half-beast is very important… This posture’s best… You can also have His Highness use some of his mental power…”

An hour later, the course finally ended, and Yin Xia completed her mission, ready to return to the capital. I escorted her all the way to the helipad. She was very moved and said to me, “You are the most approachable princess I have ever met. May God bless you and Prince Nuo’er. Also, you do not really need to worry too much about the bestiality. This morning, His Highness already took the same course and studied it very diligently. You two will have a smooth experience.”

I stared blankly as she boarded the plane, her words echoing in my mind:

“His Highness has already taken the same course…”

“He studied very diligently…”

…

As night fell, I sat on the balcony, my fingers trembling with anxiety. The harrowing scenes Yin Xia had shown me were still replaying in my mind.

“Knock.” The door opened softly, and my back stiffened. I turned around and saw Mu Xian standing in the doorway. The room was dimly lit, and I could not see his face clearly. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but no matter how I looked at him, he seemed more gloomy and deep than usual.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he said casually, turning and entering the bathroom.

Listening to the pattering water, I became increasingly uneasy. After a while, the bathroom fell silent, and I held my breath, staring at the doorway.

The door opened.

The fair, long legs and strong physique I was familiar with were nowhere to be seen.

A black beast, as tall as half a person, slowly emerged, stepping through the water.

I froze on the bed.

His body was covered in soft, black satin fur. He was strong and robust, with powerful limbs and six sharp, tough claws. He had a round head, pointed ears, strong facial muscles, and large, bright golden eyes.

It looked like a tall and imposing… giant dog. But it looked more aloof and fierce than any other dog.

He walked slowly toward me without saying a word. But in those eyes that had changed color, there was the familiar burning darkness.

My voice was hoarse: “Mu Xian…we…ah!”

He leaped lightly onto the bed, his massive body pressing against mine, and he lowered his head to gently lick my cheek. The soft fur brushed against my skin, and his warm breath tickled my face, making me feel both itchy and dizzy.

I glanced down quickly—good heavens! Impossible! No matter how skilled you are, it was impossible.

“Come up.” His voice sounded much more muffled than usual.

“Huh?” He actually wanted me to be on top? I looked at that thing that had grown many times larger and shook my head firmly.

He followed my gaze, looked down, then back at me, and suddenly smiled. His golden eyes shone brightly, and the slightly menacing features of his face softened. Then he lowered his head, grabbed my pajamas, and flung them upwards. I felt a powerful force strike me, and my body was lifted into the air.

“What are you going to do…?”

Before I could finish speaking, I had already landed.

To be precise, it was not landing on the ground but rather landing on him, riding on him.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said suddenly, walking step by step toward the door.

I was stunned.

Looking at his calm and upright figure, she became even more stiff—so he not only had to act like a beast but also had to have sex in the wild?

Mop and Morin in the living room were taken aback by our posture. My face flushed red, while Muxian, without looking at me, carried me out of the house.

Outside, the grass was soft and green, the stars filled the sky, and a gentle breeze brushed my face. My crotch was pressed against his warm and supple back muscles, which felt warm and steady, which calmed my mood a little.

He carried me to a small hill, lay down, and let me lean against his soft, warm embrace. Then he rubbed his soft-haired head against mine without making a sound.

I was wrapped up in him, feeling warm and cozy, and could not help but ask, “Why are you taking a walk like this?”

He paused for a moment, then replied calmly, “Yin Xia said you’re afraid of me in my beast form.”

I was taken aback: “So?”

He stared at me: “I will spend more time with you in my animalistic form—until you get used to it.”

My heart warmed; so that was how it is. He did not really want to do it. Was this what he was most concerned about after class today?

I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his furry forehead. A smile flickered in his eyes, and he rolled over, pinning me down, his tongue beginning to lick my face heavily. I was unbearably ticklish and desperately tried to escape.

He suddenly rolled down the hillside with me in his arms. I screamed and laughed, but with his thick, furry cushion of flesh, I did not feel any pain at all.

Finally, we stopped on a flat grassy field. He lay on top of me, looking at me quietly, and his hoarse voice suddenly rang out: “Hua Yao, when you’re willing, we will bring each other many times more pleasure.”

…

My last memory of that night was falling asleep on his soft belly on the hillside.

When I woke up, it was already daylight. I found myself lying in bed and instinctively took his arm off my waist… And then I touched a furry paw.

That was when I realized something was wrong; it felt like I was sinking into a soft, bouncy sofa. I turned around and saw Mu Xian, in his animalistic state, with his head resting on my back, fast asleep.

No wonder I slept so well last night; I did not feel his hard bones pressing against me, but rather I was sleeping on his supple muscles.

I could not resist stroking his fur gently. A soft, warm feeling welled up inside me.

Today was the day we returned to the capital; we were getting married.

[Mini Theater]
The robot Yin Xia also gave Huayao a document, which contained 52 essential questions for couples, extracted by the Gene Department, to help them enhance their mutual understanding.
Hua Yao took a look and realized that she really did not know most of the information, which made her feel a little ashamed.
Name: Mu Xian (Nuoer);
Age: 22 in the Stan calendar, 25 in the Earth calendar (Hua Yao: 22 years old…)
Height: 185 cm (Earth standard);
Weight: 75 kg (Earth standard);
Educational background: Graduated from the Command Department of the Third Military University.
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Personal hobbies: having sex with Hua Yao and commanding battles.
Favorite colors: white, black, and pink.
The thing that annoys you the most: Hua Yao’s menstrual cycle.
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Favorite food: Hua Yao. (An Indian official commented, “Your Highness, please did not fill in an abstract answer. This question was only to understand your taste preferences. You could not actually eat your fiancée.”)
Second entry:
Favorite foods: Hua Yao’s saliva, tears, sweat, and XXX.
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Views on marriage: fidelity, possession, protection, and fulfillment.
The thing I most want to say to her: No need to say it; she knows.
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“Let’s do it.” How pointless.