Munster's head was covered with a layer of film, those translucent films were now completely milky white, and the other half of his face was dissatisfied with the cracked crust, which looked like the outer skin of a pine tree. , its red eyes shone with a moist luster between the cracks of the skin.
"Oh my God, you look so..."
Rand couldn't help rubbing his temples and let out a wry smile.
"Rand?"
Munster climbed onto the bed with some worry, the tip of its tongue sticking out of the gap between its lips, shaking like a snake letter.
"Your leg, hurt...I want you...comfortable."
It stammered and tried to explain.
It can be seen that its attention is not on its face at all. As a monster, it obviously does not realize how impactful its current appearance is to normal people.
Rand looked at his calf, and he noticed the comforting coolness of Munster's drool-covered skin.
He wasn't quite sure what the saliva of a creature like Munster was doing, but since it claimed to be healing, Rand felt he should believe it too.
Some uncomfortably pulled over the quilt and covered their naked bodies.
"Hey, come here."
Rand patted his side lightly, motioning Munster to come to it.
"I'm sorry I accidentally kicked you just now, but what I'm trying to say is that it's very rude to lick someone at will..."
He gently taught Munster.
Just as long ago, he had always had this connection with Munster in that little apartment on Pine Street, where he taught it about the human world, and it rewarded him with sincerity and pure affection.
Rand reached out and stroked Munster's head lightly.
The tactile sensation from his fingertips told him that the milky membranes were now hardened, and that only if you were very serious could you feel the rhythm beneath the membranes through some slight tremors.
Rand couldn't help but checked the other half of Munster's face again, and found that the cracked crust on its face was loose. It peeled off its face.
"It's so itchy..."
Munster made a short, small protest.
"Wait, Munster, let me see."
Rand was serious about what he had glimpsed earlier, and he cupped Munster's face with one hand, while the other pressed against the little piece of the crust that had been peeled off and exposed to his sight. on fair skin.
Delicate, smooth, soft... warm skin.
Rand was a little surprised to see the change in Munster's face.
"your face… "
"Oh, Rand, you make me so weird!"
Munster couldn't hold himself back, his tail flapping on the sheets.
For Munster, it's an amazing feeling... In fact, it's the first time it's actually felt the outside touch.
The conditions of the Sirens in the deep sea make their skin structure destined to be less sensitive, and Munsters are naturally no different.
Before this, its skin was covered with very fine scales that were visible or invisible to the naked eye. These scales on the skin allowed it to move easily on vertical or horizontal walls, but on the other hand, they were very sensitive to touch The feeling is dull.
However, the new skin it molted this time was so sensitive that Munster himself was frightened.
Rand just touched his finger lightly on its cheek, and it could clearly feel the temperature of his fingertips, soft... The feeling was so comfortable that it almost softened its body completely - it couldn't help shaking With the body, dodged Rand.
At this moment, it felt in a trance that its tail seemed to be pressing down on something.
The next second, a wet moan in 360-degree surround sound rang out in the room.
"Oh, oh, that's right there, that's right there... that's great, my big beast... oh... I'm going..."
"Honey... bite me... fuck me..."
…
Rand stared at the high-precision large-screen monitors hanging on the four walls of the room, and the images of several sexy male body entanglement (and deeper communication) appeared on it from different angles without reservation.
Munster turned his head away, looking at the blushing scene with unprecedented curiosity.
"Why is that man calling me by my name?"
It pointed to the screen closest to them and asked with great interest.
"To shut up."
Rand scrambled to cover Munster's face with his hands, leaning out and trying to reach the remote, slamming the buttons haphazardly in an attempt to turn off the damn video.
But in the end, he made his bed spin.
Yep, the bed in this room actually swivels as fuck - and after a few seconds, the whole bed starts to bob up and down. This is obviously a function developed to take care of the physiological needs of "normal customers", but it directly brings Munster and Rand together.
Of course, the only person who is technically less able to keep his balance is Rand, and Munster's special physiology allows him to stay on this creaking and shaking bed very smoothly.
However, unlike any previous time, this time it did not "rescue" its dear Rand for the first time - its attention was completely attracted by the protagonist in the video as the recipient.
Forgot to mention, it was a young man with pale skin, black hair and green eyes.
He was crushed under the body by the "big beast", screaming to bear the impact of the latter, his face flushed, his eyes blurred, and he let out bursts of lewd screams.
Munster had lost all of his attached eyes and one of his right eyes before this, and his only remaining vision was a little blurry, but for a very brief moment, the image of the black-haired young man in the video was the same as his blue eyes. Germany overlapped.
click-
In Munster's fantasy, it seemed to hear the sound of some kind of chain breaking, a new and unprecedented sense impacting its spirit, burning almost every nerve in it.
"Great, oh oh oh, well—"
After a very subtle "hum" sound, the sound that resounded through the sky suddenly disappeared.
Those screens turned black, then moved slowly upwards, eventually disappearing into the dark spaces above the ceiling.
The bed stopped turning, as did the shaking.
"God..."
Rand murmured with relief, throwing the remote control in his hand among the piled up bedding.
In such a small time, he felt that his cold sweat was about to come out.
He had never felt so embarrassed.
"I never knew the brothel had grown to the point where it looks like every aspect of life can actually use technology, ha ha ha ha..."
Rand said dryly, trying hard to find a topic, trying to cover up the terrible accident that had just happened.
However, Munster's body is still stiff, even if it has only one eye now, Rand can see how dazed its eyes are now.
It maintained its previous posture and stayed by Rand's side like a sculpture, but its hair and scales quickly turned into a weird blue-purple color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The color is so intense that it makes people feel slightly disgusting just looking at it.
"Munster?"
Rand shook his hand in front of it in horror, only to see the latter turned his head dully.
Its eyes are extraordinarily shining.
"Rand, why..."
"Shut up, there's no 'why'." Rand interrupted his question decisively, "What you just saw was some kind of...communication in human society. You've seen the Discovery show, haven't you? , there have been such scenes in it, rhinos and rhinos, lions and lions... This is very normal... "
"But he called that guy 'Munster'."
Munster said suddenly.
"God, I said, can we stop this conversation? It's just a nickname or something, and I can call you that if I want..." Rand was at a loss for words, he really didn't know what to do To deal with this strange scene in front of him, in the panic, he could only maintain his apparent ease and calmness by joking.
So he just leaned into Munster's ear, lowered his voice and repeated the word slowly.
"Munster."
…
Then he patted Munster on the shoulder and climbed off the bed.
"We've lost some time, I think, don't know when the deep white people will find us, but the safe way is to get out of here as soon as possible..."
As he spoke, he took out the clothes that could only be described as "wreckage" from under the bed.
"Damn." He cursed, looking at the cloth in his hand.
Fortunately, he brought some clothes from Rogers' house, but the women's clothes were only the previous one.
Apparently from today, his disguise career is coming to an end.
Rand changed himself into a plaid shirt and trousers, and struggled through a stack of documents to find someone who looked just like him.
The next day, he's going to be Franklin Settlement, but with brunette hair and awkward glasses.
"Gosh, I think we'll have to get some hair dye...and a pair of glasses."
Rand clicked the photo with some headache.
Perhaps because of the panic... He didn't pay much attention to Munster's unusual quietness.
The latter's gaze rested deeply on Rand's back.
Munster was flustered and nervous at the images that came to his mind, as well as a secret excitement.
In the video I saw before, the moaning of the young man was replayed in his mind like a videotape...
"Munster?!"
Rand turned his head, he looked at Munster with a slight frown, and then leaned over worriedly.
"Are you still uncomfortable?"
he asked.
The moment Rand approached, Munster ran up the wall like a frightened rabbit... A few seconds later, he fell straight to the ground because of the too smooth mirror surface.
Its tail swept to the bedside table, and the poor cheap one fell directly to the ground.
A thick stack of industry publications spread on the ground immediately.
Bare women with plump breasts and hips, men with wheat-colored skin and eight-pack abs... The exposed images stand out on the black ground.
And Munster also saw the black-haired young man he had seen before on the cover of one of the publications almost immediately. He turned sideways, deliberately showing the curve of his buttocks, while his body was very She leaned softly into the arms of another tall man.
Munster's gaze fell on the man's face.
Whether it is a young man or a man, they all have handsome faces that conform to human aesthetics.
"Oh my God, you look so..."—Munster didn't know what was going on with him, but he suddenly remembered the words Rand had said with a wry smile as he looked at it this morning.
It silently raised its head and looked at the wall.
Those mirrors reflected countless identical faces at the same time… the faces of Munster.
ugly face.