Exclusive Possession – CH 083

Chapter 83. [Mu Xian’s Side Story] The Light Of The Bright Moon

He saw a woman’s body for the first time when he was nineteen.

She was a very young girl, probably only a teenager. She was soaking in a stream in the middle of the night, her hair as black as the night, but her skin as white as jade.

The stars were shining brightly, the moonlight was cool, and the girl was very bold. She wasn’t wearing any clothes and stood in a pool of clear water, making a “V” sign with her fingers towards the sky, her eyes shining like stars.

The youngest commander of the Stan Empire lay prone in the grass, his clear, beastly eyes taking in her entire body. Delicate, snow-white shoulders, full, exquisite breasts, a waist so slender it made him frown, and between her long, white legs, a vaguely visible but undeniably soft and tender valley…

When they returned to the spaceship that evening, Mop looked at his face and asked in surprise, “Are you having trouble adjusting to Earth’s air? Your face is very red.”

Looking at the flush on the young man’s fair cheeks in the mirror, he thought he was probably aroused. Today’s events were an accident; he shouldn’t have seen any woman’s body except for his future wife’s. He would have to sincerely apologize to his wife for what happened today.

But the following year, after arriving on Earth, by some strange twist of fate, he went back to that stream. He thought he could never meet her again, but when he crouched behind a rock, he saw the girl lying on the surface of the rock, gazing intently at the starry sky.

She looked a little taller than last year, and her hair was longer, falling over the edge of the rocks and gently brushing against his pointed animal ears, making him itch from his face all the way to his heart; her breasts also looked fuller, round and plump, so round that he silently gritted his teeth.

Unfortunately, she was wearing clothes.

Her wet dress clung to her body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She hummed a soft song, like a lullaby her mother used to sing, but softer and more melodious than her mother’s deep baritone voice.

Then came the third year.

The twenty-one-year-old commander stood with his hands behind his back in the dense forest, watching seventeen-year-old Hua Yao leisurely fishing by the stream. Her slender fingers cradled her oval face, and her long eyelashes framed her curved eyes, which resembled two pools of autumn water. A thought flashed through the commander’s mind—she would be an adult next year, but Earthlings advocated late marriage and childbirth. Was proposing to her at eighteen a bit too early?

At that moment, the commander felt that his feelings had nothing to do with liking or loving her. He believed that the reason he chose her was that she didn’t look unpleasant, she was fair and soft, she smelled nice… Moreover, her primary and secondary sexual characteristics were well developed—thinking of this, the commander’s cheeks flushed slightly again.

But before he could think of the right words to propose, his mother passed away.

Perhaps she had waited too long, or perhaps she had devoted herself to the empire for too long, for she suddenly fell ill and became terminally ill. As she died, she only said to her son, “My life has been good, but yours should be better than mine.”

He nodded.

But later, he didn’t do well.

No member of the Stan royal family had ever successfully fathered a child with a member of the Orcs; his genetic instability was the highest in history. However, he had consistently performed too well, so well that everyone had overlooked the fact that he hadn’t yet overcome the challenge of genetic fusion.

In the end, she was the victim. Simply because he didn’t want to have sex with other women, simply because he said, “If I could, I’d want Hua Yao.”

“I will marry her,” Mu Xian thought. Thinking this way, it didn’t seem so unreasonable to have taken what was his possession, his wife, that night.

He forgot to consider her wishes—because he had heard from Stan nobles and high-ranking officers many times that Earth girls were quite willing to marry Stan men. And he was young, healthy, and the best fighter in Stan, so he thought she would be very happy.

But she wasn’t willing.

Her body was taut like a bow, and even as she trembled beneath him, her eyes glistened with tears. Those tears agitated him, and for the first time in his life, he felt utterly defeated. He lost control even more, transforming into a beast before her, his chaotic mind even conjuring up the urge to destroy her.

But she placed her soft little hands on his chest, gently comforting him. Just like for the past four years, whenever he thought of her, she would sit so serenely and gently by the water. And now, she surrendered to him, panting softly.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He solemnly apologized to her and solemnly promised her, “I will come to pick you up in four years.”

This was his marriage proposal, but she didn’t seem to understand; she just nodded blankly.

He didn’t want to wait at all, but her background information included this statement: “My biggest wish was to get into the Finance Department of K University. Now that wish has come true.”

He respected everyone’s ideals, including his wife’s. So he waited four years, patiently waiting for her to graduate from university. Besides, such an education would earn her more respect from the Stan people. And it was in accordance with Earth’s marriage laws—as her husband, he should consider the bigger picture and exercise restraint.

But once you’ve tasted the sweetness of something like that, the long, quiet nights become unbearable. Especially for a fully grown half-beast.

All he could do was look at her photos and satellite videos over and over again and endure it, and endure it some more.

Four years had passed, and she had blossomed into a more beautiful and radiant woman. He, too, had achieved remarkable military exploits, and he believes she would be proud of him.

He was momentarily surprised when the thought entered his mind.

Before this, he had only occasionally thought that perhaps his mother would be proud of him.

Why was I thinking of her now?

When she finally arrived, their relationship before marriage was far from harmonious. Although her body clearly enjoyed his touch, she pointed her finger at him and called him a “beast” and a “human beast.”

He was really angry because the way the words were used made him feel that his mother had also been insulted.

He wouldn’t allow anyone to insult his mother.

His first thought was to tie her up, penetrate her hard, and make her remember the consequences of angering him so that she would never dare to do it again.

As a woman, as a soldier’s wife, she should be submissive, should writhe in his arms, and submit to his pleasure. He was her everything; he was her master. Not like this, she cowered on the bed like a hedgehog, her furious gaze piercing his skin.

But seeing the tears in her eyes, he suddenly softened without warning, his burning desire seemingly extinguished silently by a bucket of cold water.

After leaving her spaceship, he sat in the empty command center, lost in thought for a long time. He figured she was probably just speaking without thinking, and that what she said actually made some sense.

And she looked beautiful even when she was angry today. Her rosy cheeks, her tightly pursed bright red lips, her clenched pink fists…

He couldn’t help but laugh.

She was like a princess, a proud, angry, and aggrieved princess.

His princess.

As it turned out, once he set his mind to something, he could do it very well, from childhood to adulthood—including pursuing her heart. And in the process, he also vaguely sensed that she didn’t dislike him as much as she said. When he gave her an unintentional hug, she would blush and feel flustered; when he was injured and bedridden, she would look at him with pity and be in low spirits.

Did this mean she was a soft-hearted woman, or that she had already fallen in love?

Hua Yao first kissed him on the asteroid Softan. The sunset was beautiful, and the grass was lush and green. She, Morin, and Mop were playing and laughing with a group of fluffy puppies, their smiles shining like the brightest stars in the sunlight.

He sat alone in the distance, but he didn’t feel lonely. As he stared at her beautiful, voluptuous body, the image of her naked body naturally came to mind, making every move she made seem fascinating.

She suddenly approached, her face turning red and white in turn, her fingertips trembling.

Then she lowered her head, pecked once, and left.

There was only a trace of warmth remaining on his lips, yet he could clearly feel his heart racing.

The time had come! A sense of relief welled up in his heart, a feeling of triumph finally achieved after a hard-fought battle. A faint joy lingered in his heart, growing stronger and stronger without him even realizing it.

Looking back on their journey together, Hua Yao couldn’t help but chuckle, and even he would smile wryly. How naive and expectant they must have been to invent so many half-hearted, sloppy methods without any instruction. They thought they were just dabbling, but in reality, they were drinking poison to quench their thirst. Their desires only deepened until finally, they erupted simultaneously, completely out of control.

However, hardship was always accompanied by sweetness.

As Mu Xian watched the bomb explode at her feet, and as she was still unconscious despite being enveloped by his mental energy—on the verge of falling into a coma—a thought suddenly flashed through Mu Xian’s mind: So, he hadn’t brought her a peaceful life.

By following him, by following him into the limelight, she was destined to suffer. The Kenyan rebellion, the mercenary invasion, and now, he wasn’t even sure if he could protect her.

He wasn’t the prince who protected her, but rather the princess who silently and without complaint followed him. Even when he was on the verge of madness and succumbing to hallucinations, he could still hear her gently say, “Mu Xian, I will never leave you.”

Guilt took deep root in his heart from that moment on. But how could a man possibly adequately cherish and protect her feelings?

At their wedding ceremony, his vows reportedly moved all the women in Stan. She was moved too—she loved to play the recording of that day over and over again and couldn’t stop smiling as she listened.

But he didn’t tell her that from the very first day he woke up in the virtual world, he had been silently contemplating his wedding vows—she was about to become his legal possession, a matter of profound significance to him. Even the phrase “until the mountains crumble” was actually a quote he had taken from ancient Chinese poetry, which Morin had copied. It’s just that earthly metaphors were too exaggerated and cheesy, so even though he used them, he didn’t want to admit it in front of her.

He thought he could keep his promise, he thought the suffering was over, and they would be happy for the rest of their lives.

But what awaited them was national and personal hatred and separation by death.

For a very long time afterward, he had only a very vague consciousness. He couldn’t see or hear; he was enveloped in endless darkness, with no beginning and no end. He could feel himself being surrounded by emotions of anger, hatred, and grief. Mixed within those emotions was a familiar spiritual force—the spiritual force of the Stan people.

And then he felt the pain. A deep, crushing pain, the pain of the Stan people. This pain had endured for years, as deep as the sea. They hated, hated a woman named Hua Yao, and hated that she had destroyed the future of Stan.

It was her, really?

Even if that day came when she dragged him out of the mental network and killed Morin in front of him, he refused to believe it—that she must have been acting against her will.

But maybe it really was her.

Everything was just a plan by the Time Clan, a deception designed to ensnare him and lead to the extermination of Stan’s clan. Yet why did he still miss her so much?

His consciousness began to fluctuate between clarity and confusion, and the longing for her was more overwhelming than the darkness itself. Slowly, he began to remember many things. Those things related to her, instead of fading with time, became clearer and more vivid with each recollection.

He remembered her laughter; he remembered her tears. He remembered her gentleness and thoughtfulness; he remembered her using her spiritual energy to fight a desperate battle against himself…

Actually, there was always a sign before anything happened.

For example, her betrayal and their separation.

He still clearly remembered that on their wedding day, the two of them stood atop Jade Mountain. She looked at him expectantly and nervously and hesitantly said, “It won’t matter if it doesn’t emit any light, will it…”

He was full of confidence at the time. With his spiritual strength, how could there be no light? How could their wedding not receive the blessing of the true God?

But there really was not.

He poured his pale blue spiritual energy into Yu Mountain but received no response whatsoever. He secretly increased his spiritual energy, guessing that the interior of Yu Mountain might have been shattered.

But still nothing. There was no light and no blessing.

Just as he was about to give up, he looked up and saw her nervous face. Although he didn’t believe in the legends, how could he let her down?

And so light was created.

An illusion of immense spiritual power enveloped the entire capital. All for the sake of making her smile, the entire capital was captivated.

But only he could see that behind the dazzling illusion, the sky above the capital was calm and desolate.

Later on, waiting became a habit, and the Stanman’s sorrow and anger could only be met with his indifference.

But the time was just too long, far too long. He waited for far too long. So long that the darkness began to terrify him, and the loneliness began to make him want to cry.

Yet there was still no end. Neither could one die, Nuo’er could one live, Nuo’er. One could only drift aimlessly in darkness, like a lost soul or a stray dog.

Gradually, he stopped missing her. Whether she lied to me or loved him became unimportant.

But whenever darkness began to devour his will, whenever his mental strength dissipated, he always felt a sense of resentment, and he couldn’t help but feel a little unwilling.

He couldn’t help but think about it in a daze, over and over again.

“Hua Yao, my dear wife, Hua Yao.”

“If there had ever been light, would we not have been separated?”

“If there had ever been light, would I not have been imprisoned in darkness for millions of years?”

“And now, my wife, where are you?”

“My beloved wife, when I weep in the darkness, when I struggle to count the endless years, in what year, on what day, on what planet, on what continent are you?”

“Are you tormented by pain like me? Do you still remember the light of happiness I created for you?”

“Hua Yao, my beloved Hua Yao, if there had ever been true light, would we have been separated?”