Exclusive Possession – CH 075

Chapter 75.

Before my eyes was a giant star that was burning brightly.

Even through the spaceship’s thick glass dome, the exploding supernova was still so intensely bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. Its dazzling brilliance almost engulfed all the surrounding galaxies.

I turned to look at Mu Xian: “Did you feel it?”

He nodded: “They had an accident here.”

After receiving news of the psychic spaceship’s accident last night, we rushed here overnight. However, the energy field from the supernova’s shockwave almost destroyed all the surrounding ships and space stations, leaving not a single trace.

Aside from the remaining psychic field in nearby space—which must have been left behind by them.

As if to confirm our feelings, Mop strode in: “Commander, Miss, the residual mental strength assessment report is out, and there’s new information.”

Mop’s solemn voice rang out: “We detected multiple psychic fields of varying strengths, presumably left behind by psychic users during the disaster. However, one of these psychic fields should have reached this value range.”

I took the report and was shocked when I saw the predicted figures—they were very high, almost as high as Mu Xian’s first burst of spiritual power back then—the spiritual power he unleashed when he crashed his plane during the mercenary war.

“According to the Imperial military’s records, none of those psychic users could reach this level.” Mop put down the report and looked at us solemnly. “We can only infer that when the disaster occurred, some of them experienced a burst of psychic power.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I stared blankly at Mu Xian. He also turned his head to look at me, his eyes cold and silent.

***

The next day, we returned to the capital. That evening, Mu Xian made a decision: through Yi Pucheng, he ordered all departments to expedite the relocation of the first batch of personnel and core supplies.

These individuals weren’t high-ranking officials or royalty, but rather the empire’s most outstanding scientists, scholars, and a group of teenagers with the best genetic qualities; the core resources were the most important energy reserves and technological achievements—they were the empire’s future hope and would be sent to the asteroid Softan, a place with the safest and best environment.

Their migration date was finally set for two days later. Even Prince Tarui reluctantly stated that it couldn’t be brought forward any further. The gathering of people, the preparation of supplies, and security measures all required time.

***

The eve of the first ships’ migration.

Just as it got dark, Mu Xian called to say he’d be back for dinner soon. This delighted Morin and me; it meant everything for tomorrow was already set.

“We should have a big meal tonight to boost our morale for tomorrow!” Morin said.

I wholeheartedly agree. Everyone had been working almost non-stop for over a month, living in a tense atmosphere every day, and I myself felt the need to relax. There were still about five months until the disaster; this was a protracted battle.

“Let’s have hot pot,” I suggested. “Hot pot creates a better atmosphere. Plus, it’s cold outside, so hot pot’s a good choice.”

Morin hesitated, “I haven’t looked into that yet. Let me download a cookbook online…”

I chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: “I will do it.”

Just as the steaming hot pot was served, Mu Xian and Mop walked in. Morin immediately reported, “Commander, Miss is the chef tonight; she prepared this especially for you!”

Mop smiled and took the documents to the study first. Mu Xian took off his coat and military cap, glanced at the mountain of dishes on the table, and a pleasant smile appeared on his fair face.

“Thank you, I like it very much.”

Hot pot wasn’t an option in the Stan people’s menu. But Mu Xian remained calm. He sat down beside me and gently kissed me.

“We can begin,” I said with a smile.

He nodded, picked up his fork, speared a slice of raw lamb, elegantly put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, and then relaxed his brows. “Very delicious.”

Morin and I both laughed.

As a result, the meal ended with Mu Xian devouring a wide variety of his favorite raw meats, leaving me to enjoy the hot pot all by myself. After a while, I got a little bored. Hot pot was more fun with lots of people, and Mu Xian didn’t talk while eating.

As if sensing my mood, Mop suddenly said, “The palace has many fine wines. Would you and the Commander like to try some?”

I couldn’t help but glance at him—in my previous life, it was he who suggested taking me to the Prayer Spring, and I got drunk and finally couldn’t control myself, having sex with Mu Xian for the second time, and then… it got out of control.

Unexpectedly, even in a different location and under different circumstances, he still made a similar suggestion.

Just as I was about to refuse, Mu Xian’s deep voice rang out: “Go get some.” I turned around to look at him in surprise. The light illuminated his fair and jade-like face, which was adorned with a faint smile.

“Turning back in time…” he whispered in my ear, “There are some experiences I still want to recapture.”

My face immediately felt hot.

But Mop didn’t just take “a little”; he dragged Morin along and carried back about ten bottles of all sorts of liquor. Luckily, they were considerate of me and gave me a few bottles of soda. Although my alcohol tolerance was shockingly low, this level of alcohol wasn’t enough to knock me out after one glass, and it was actually quite delicious with its sweet and sour taste.

Mu Xian opened a bottle of strong liquor and slowly drank it alone. In the rising steam of the hot pot, his face gradually flushed red. Looking at his handsome, slightly tipsy face, my heart pounded wildly.

“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors!” Morin suddenly suggested excitedly. “It’s a traditional and simple puzzle game for Earthlings. The loser drinks, and the loser does pull-ups!”

Before I could say anything, Mu Xian, unusually, showed interest in this “simple puzzle game” and said casually, “Okay.”

You should know that even when he occasionally had some leisure time, it was usually by playing a large-scale military simulation game.

However, Mu Xian couldn’t shout “Two Little Bees” (a popular online game). He was in charge of playing rock-paper-scissors, and I was in charge of shouting. But I didn’t expect that someone as good as him would be such a novice at rock-paper-scissors. After losing three times in a row, we had to drink as punishment and soon got a little dizzy. Morin was extremely proud of himself, and Mop became excited as well.

Of course, I didn’t let Mu Xian continue. Although I hadn’t played much either, Mop and Morin weren’t much better. When newbies clash, the brave one wins; we were evenly matched.

Then I got a little confused. When I came to my senses, I realized that at some point, Morin had picked up a glass and was gulping down his drink. And at some point, Mop had opened another bottle of strong liquor and was drinking with Mu Xian. Still a bit bewildered, I tugged at Mu Xian’s sleeve: “What would happen if a robot got drunk?”

Mu Xian’s eyes were clear, and he answered softly, “Short circuit.”

I vaguely felt that this wasn’t right, but then I heard him whisper in my ear, comforting me, “Don’t worry. It can be fixed.”

I immediately felt relieved.

Later, they did indeed… short-circuit.

The usually taciturn Mop began to speak incessantly, his expression serious yet with a smile, sometimes addressing Mu Xian, sometimes me. But I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Mu Xian listened, nodding with a smile. I asked, puzzled, “What language is he speaking?” Mu Xian replied without even flinching, “Computer hexadecimal code.”

I suddenly realized, but then felt frustrated, and grabbed Mu Xian’s arm: “I want to learn too.”

Mu Xian smiled faintly and replied, “Okay. From now on.”

Morin wasn’t reciting hexadecimal code—he was singing. But he wasn’t singing properly; instead, he jumped onto the table with an empty plate in one hand and a chopstick in the other, standing ramrod straight like a schoolboy singing his school song, tapping and singing. I had to admit, his voice truly sounded like a broken gong. Even worse, after listening carefully, I realized he was singing, “When the mountains have no edges…”

I covered my ears and burrowed into Mu Xian’s arms. Mop turned his head and shouted something to Morin in “computer hexadecimal code” in a somewhat fierce tone.

Then……

Then Morin started singing in “computer hexadecimal code.”

I laughed until my stomach hurt, but my face also stung a little. Because Mu Xian’s hands were gripping the back of my head, pressing it very tightly against his chest…very tightly…

I let out a soft moan and looked up, seeing his deep, dark eyes… He lowered his head and kissed my lips. A cool liquid rushed in, burning my throat—it was alcohol!

My head spun even more, and I felt dizzy and disoriented, but then I saw Mu Xian smiling.

“Tsk tsk, I thought the planetary crisis was completely over.” A lazy voice rang out from the doorway. “I could hear singing and dancing from far away.”

I turned my head groggily and saw a tall figure leaning against the door. Although he was still wearing the emperor’s robes, he had already reverted to his former appearance in Yi Pucheng. His dark eyes were very bright, and he was looking at us with a half-smile.

Why was he here?

Morin jumped off the table and was the first to speak, reverting to human language: “Shameless Yi! You foxy Yi! We don’t welcome you; get out!”

“Hey, short-circuited?” Yi Pucheng glanced at him sideways, strode in, glanced at the half-eaten dishes and the bubbling hot pot, and his eyes crinkled with laughter: “I love hot pot the most.” He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, poured a whole plate of sliced ​​meat into the hot pot, and then looked up at Mu Xian and me: “You don’t mind, do you?”

My head hurts even more. How did he know about hot pot?

Mu Xian said calmly, “I mind.”

I looked at Mu Xian with a puzzled expression and said, “You are wrong.” Then I said to Morin, “You are wrong too.”

So all four of them stared at me.

I smiled at Yi Pucheng, then beckoned Morin to stand in front of me and said softly, “I know you hate Yi Pucheng, and I hate him too. But we are cooperating with him right now. Even if we want to criticize him, we can’t do it to his face, understand?”

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the surroundings fall silent.

“You really hate me?” A lazy voice came from the other end, seemingly with a smile.

I thought about it carefully and replied, “Actually, it’s alright. I think you’re quite interesting, very manly.” Suddenly, my waist tightened. I looked up and saw Mu Xian staring at me, his face looking quite unpleasant.

I immediately realized that what I had said might have been inappropriate, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. However, I decided to finish my sentence and said to Yi Pucheng, “But you have such a foul mouth; you’re irresponsible towards women, cunning, untrustworthy, mercenary, and self-righteous…”

“Well said!” Morin shouted excitedly. My mind went blank for a moment, and I mumbled, “I haven’t finished yet…” I heard a slurping sound from the other side. Yi Pucheng ignored me and buried his head in his food.

“You are really letting him eat here?” I turned to look at Mu Xian in confusion. He smiled again and said softly, “You said it yourself, we are cooperating with him.”

For a while after that, I was barely conscious. I vaguely felt Mu Xian holding me, which made me sleep very soundly. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but then I felt someone patting my shoulder.

I looked up and saw Morin staring at me with big red eyes, his face close to mine. I was sitting on Mu Xian’s lap, his face flushed, his slender hand holding a wine bottle, drinking with… Yi Pucheng?!

Both of them had indifferent expressions and didn’t speak, exchanging only casual words and clinking bottles.

Perhaps it was the power of my mental strength, but after a nap, I felt much clearer-headed, though I still couldn’t process the fact that they were drinking together. At that moment, Morin said to me softly and hesitantly, “Miss, I have a favor to ask of you.”

I smiled and asked, “What is it?” I couldn’t help but pat his round head.

“Do you have any way to turn me into a half-human?” He blinked. “I heard that the technology for cyborg modification was invented by the Time Clan. Lately, I’ve been thinking about becoming human again.”

I was stunned, and the effects of the alcohol sobered me up a bit.

Not to mention that I had never dabbled in modification technology; even the technical experts in the tribe could only modify people into cyborgs. There was no reason to modify cyborgs into humans, because even if a cyborg had human skin and organs, it was still a machine that had been created.

But looking into his big eyes, I couldn’t bear to refuse.

“I’m not sure; I will look into it later. It might work, it might not; don’t get your hopes up too high,” I said softly.

“Hmm!” Even so, Morin nodded happily. He picked up the bottle of wine, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then collapsed to the ground, pinning down Mop, who had gotten drunk even earlier. He didn’t move again.

“Why did you lie to him?” A lazy, cold voice rang out. I looked up at Yi Pucheng; his eyes were deep. “Afraid of hurting him?”

I glared at him, then turned to look at Mu Xian and whispered, “I will find a chance to explain to Morin later.”

Mu Xian replied softly, “No need.”

I was taken aback, then nodded.

Later, I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, I found Yi Pucheng lying on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless, snoring loudly like thunder.

Mu Xian scooped me up in his arms and stood up from the table. A blush, like rouge, spread across his fair cheeks. But his eyes shone as brightly as stars.

I stared at the empty bottles on the table, somewhat surprised: “You got Yi Pucheng drunk?!” I thought that kind of hooligan, Yi, would be a better drinker than a well-behaved kid like Mu Xian.

“Hmm.” Mu Xian’s voice was indifferent. “He will short-circuit; I will not.”

I suddenly realized—Yi was a cyborg.

“Is he manly?” His voice remained calm, his deep eyes seemingly radiating coldness. I was mostly sober now, realizing I had touched a nerve again. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and said with a smile, “I was being sarcastic to set off the things I said to belittle him later. It’s called building suspense before praising.”

Mu Xian’s expression remained indifferent. I patted his shoulder and said, “Put me down first.”

As soon as my foot touched the ground, I walked up to Yi Pucheng and kicked him hard. His thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, he rolled over and continued snoring with his back to me. I turned to Mu Xian: “Is that okay now?”

Under the lights, a smile floated on Mu Xian’s face like dazzling starlight.

“Hmm, very good.” He picked me up again and quickly walked back to the bedroom.

The night was dark, but the stars shone brightly. The large bathtub was steaming, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Mu Xian and I kissed each other silently, still reeking of alcohol, our bodies and minds already lost in the moment.

For a long time that night, he held me beneath him, thrusting into me gently yet forcefully. The intense stimulation left me in a daze once more. It was as if I had forgotten the past, cared nothing for the future, only cared about today, and only cared about this moment, as we held each other tightly.

Many years later, when I looked back on these years, I suddenly realized that before anything happened, there was always a sign.

For example, on our wedding night, Mu Xian had a sudden inspiration and carved Yu into a token of love. Later, he was imprisoned in Yu Li for thirty million years.

For example, Mu Xian’s wedding vows were, “Even if the universe is destroyed, we will never be separated.” Later, I witnessed a black hole devouring the lifespan of the universe, and he died in front of me.

For example, on the eve of the migration, Morin suddenly had the idea to have a big meal to “boost morale.” For the first time in many years, the four of us, our whole family, drank until we were drunk.

For example, when Morin suddenly proposed to be transformed into a half-human, Mu Xian said there was no need to explain clearly and told him to keep waiting with hope in his heart.

That night, even Yi Pucheng disregarded past grievances and enjoyed himself immensely with us, the hosts and guests. As if driven by something, we all chose to indulge ourselves recklessly, as if this were our last revelry, as if there were no tomorrow.