Rand's eyes were blurry.
After being immersed in seawater for a long time, his eyeballs stinged, and the weak light also made him feel very uncomfortable. Rand's previous clothes had long since been broken into pieces during the explosion and long-term diving, so he was completely naked at this time, and it was because of this that he could clearly feel the soft blanket under his body, the kind of touch very unfamiliar.
Fortunately, in the short-term chaos, the unique smell of water on Munster's body became very distinct, and it surrounded Rand like an invisible embrace, which made him calm down quickly. In the sea, Munster became stronger than on land, and the evidence was that its breath became more mellow, washing Rand's nerves like real honey juice.
Rand's vision gradually became clear, and Munster's face appeared in front of Rand's eyes. Its lips almost touched the tip of Rand's nose, and Rand's pale face was reflected in its bright red pupils.
"Rand - how are you?"
"… "
Rand instinctively wanted to get away from it, but was too tired to even move his pinky finger. The breath of Munster caused an awkward, subtle heat flow inside his body, and Rand had to turn his head to divert his attention by looking at his surroundings.
"here is… "
The room looked gorgeous in the early years, but now the decor is a bit dated and outdated. In terms of cruise ship rooms, its area is not small. There are double beds, wardrobes, dressers and small sofas in the room. Perhaps to increase the sense of space, the walls are inlaid with black walnut wood lattice. Many mirrored materials were used, the carpet was the same dark brown, and light was projected from translucent plastic panels at the edges of the room.
Next to the bed was a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was the balcony—the door to the balcony had been slanted, and the lock had turned into a clump of scrap iron that was thrown randomly on the floor.
Through the window, Rand could see the deep blue sea... The sun had subsided below sea level, leaving only a golden light on the edge of the sky and sea.
A pleasant, comfortable cruise ship room, it made Rand fall into a trance for a moment, as if those horribly dark events were just a dream, and he finally woke up from a nightmare.
But Rand soon returned to reality. Those terrifying experiments, the backs of the subjects and the final explosion were vividly imprinted in his memory. Rand no longer had that kind of luck and could indulge unconsciously in his memory. In the false illusion woven by the self.
"God..." he started slowly, holding his head. "How long have I slept... Damn, we have to find Vincent..."
"Rand! You are very weak now, you need to rest!"
Munster pressed Rand back to the bed.
"You can't get used to swimming for long periods of time."
It clearly states that. Rand's lips pursed, yes, although he is more adapted to the water than a normal human, he is still a fragile human compared to a real siren. When he fled Washington before, he only swam. After two or three hours, he had lost his strength, and he was carried by Munster in his arms for a large part of the journey. The gills behind his ears could help him absorb the oxygen in the water, but there was no way to filter it well. The tiny floating objects in the water now hurt like being burned by a soldering iron.
Rand swore he had never been so weak.
At this time, Munster turned on the TV in the room, it tuned a few channels at random, and the current route of the cruise ship appeared on the screen... They were on the route to Florida.
Rand and Munster's biggest reliance now is the vast sea. After completely blowing up Deep White and all Siren experimental subjects, even Munster can imagine how much the US government will hunt them down. Strict... That's far from something that can be compared to the petty fights of deep white private armed forces.
However, from the information that Rand had obtained from Anderson before, Vinson's current location is likely to be a secret laboratory at the US Army Arctic military base in Alaska.
That means they'll have an extremely grueling journey—
“…we could go from Florida to Cuba, from there through the Panama Canal and all the way north to Alaska…”
Munster said to Rand that it seemed a little rapturous because of the tension.
But Rand's silence made it stop slowly, and it twisted its tail nervously and looked up at Rand.
"Yes, is there any problem?"
Rand's gaze towards Munster was full of complex emotions. He seemed to have never seen Munster before, there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, and then sadness... and relief.
"No," he shook his head, "I just realized, you're different. You couldn't even speak well in Kansas."
Recalling the days in the Pine Street apartment, Rand's expression was dyed with some nostalgia, which made his expression a lot softer. He raised his hand and gently stroked Munster's long silver hair.
The face under his palm was extremely handsome.
Rand had seen Munster's appearance not long ago, but at that time it still had too innocent eyes that didn't quite match this face. And now, Munster has completely turned into some kind of evil and handsome creature, like a dark demon.
After Rand's words fell, Munster's muscles tensed.
It stared at Rand sadly, his voice lowered.
"I… I learned a lot." It held Rand's hand instead. "I want to protect you, Rand."
Munster's heart swelled in pain, and the throbbing flesh was overwhelmed by too much emotion.
Sometimes, the monster would rather live the same ignorant life as before.
It wished that it didn't know - the reason why Rand was full of love and doting on it was just because, in Rand's eyes at that time, it was like that kind of furry, fleshy animal cub. They are innocent, sweet, cute, and tender, they don't hurt anyone, and they don't have any aggression.
Rand likes creatures like that.
For a while, Munster did maintain that pretense in front of him. But an illusion can always be an illusion.
The deep white people let Munster know his true identity, it is a manufactured weapon, it feeds on flesh and blood, and killing is already an instinct...
"I, I know you won't like me like this," Munster's eyes began to glisten, his voice choked, "I know why you would, let those experimental subjects go back to the inside of the building, because you know , they will hurt humans one day, and you won't allow that to happen... and I'm actually the same as them, I'm good at killing humans, I'm not the same as I used to be... but I'm not at all No regrets, because only when I get stronger can I protect Rand."
"Munster..."
Rand's hoarse voice sounded above Munster's head, but Munster interrupted him immediately.
It crawls, weeping, rubbing against Rand's bare shoulders and chest.
"Don't hate me, Rand... please... I'm sorry... I've turned into a murderous monster... But please don't hate me..."
"Wait, don't do this..."
"By the way, Rand, you humans sometimes have working dogs, right? Working dogs can also attack enemies, and they are also very useful... Treat me as your working dog, okay... Just treat me as your dog... Rand , I want to be your dog, or, tool... don't hate me, don't abandon me... don't kill me..."
Munster finally broke down when he said the last sentence.
A large part of the deep white siren infected bodies used the cells of Munster as the source of infection, and for this reason, they can be regarded as the ethnic group of Munster to a certain extent - Mance Te can also feel their emotions and memories - they're like some kind of doppelganger...
Munster saw their death firsthand when Rand let the infected self-destruct. At the same time, from the damn video, Munster knew what he had done to Rand - although Rand did not get angry after that, the physical resistance was very obvious.
His attitude towards Munster was so different from before that Munster suffered.
Not cute.
Impure.
bloody.
ugly.
dark.
…
Munster knew what kind of monster he was - the kind of monster that Rand thought shouldn't be in the world.
Munster's tears were wiped away.
Rand put his fingers around the groaning little monster's straight chin, forcing it to lift its head to face him.
"I never meant to hate you," Rand said dryly. "You are my big rabbit, remember?"
Munster's pupils dilated.
"I'm sorry to upset you this way, I… I just need some time. So much has happened and I think I've got some confusion."
Rand put his forehead lightly on Munster's head and spoke with its nose to nose.
His palm was as cold as ice.
"Actually, if it weren't for you, I don't think I would have been able to support the present - the Deep White 'Siren Project' - this project controlled by Vincent..." Lande said incoherently, trying to piece together his own words, "This The plan was so cruel, so vile, I combed through the memories of those poor children and felt their pain, just thinking that Vincent was in charge of it all made me… I couldn’t bear it anymore. But , Munster, this plan, this plan created you, and you make me think at least this plan can create a good life."
"I, am I... nice to you? But I hurt you..."
"That's why I said, I need some more time, I know you didn't mean it..."
Rand said apologetically to Munster, who was interrupted eagerly by Munster at this moment.
"Please enter me."
There seemed to be a small flame flashing in its pupils, and Rand didn't understand what it was saying at that moment.
And Munster was quick to plead fervently: "You can get into my brain, Rand, into me, I want you into me...I want you to know my soul..."
"Munster, calm down. It's not necessary, I know you never intended to hurt me."
"I don't want you to just 'know' - Rand, I want to cut open my chest, dig out my heart, and dedicate it to you."
Munster said seriously.
Rand had a slight headache, and he had no idea what the damned dark-white staff had taught him while he was away from the little monster.
In short, what it is saying is not quite right in any way.
When Munster was talking eloquently just now, Rand once felt that it had become unfamiliar and mature, far from the clumsy clown he was familiar with - but at this moment, he felt very clearly that the one who had worked so hard to Puppy fish nesting in the tank is always here.
Rand stretched out his hand, he intended to calm Munster, but the latter seemed to have received the wrong signal, it rushed forward and pressed Rand's whole body under him, thick, The tail, which could easily snap off the wire, swayed eagerly on the carpet, begging Rand's "enter".
Its handsome, grown-up youth's face was filled with a longing that could not be ignored. The old bed creaked under the weight of both of them.
Rand felt a secret and weak string in his heart being gently plucked by its soulful fervor.
A natural intimacy in a siren's mate is that they "melt" each other's minds when they are emotional, and mate in such a situation - either siren will feel both itself and its partner's. Pleasure, the equivalent of double the thrill—a special way for Sirens to draw pleasure in nature.
Rand didn't know the biological habits of the sea monsters that lived in the sea, but that didn't stop him from instinctively turning on the physiological mechanisms of the sirens in the height of a little monster's high emotions.
Before Rand realized it, his spirit had fallen into Munster's consciousness.
If the spiritual realm of other creatures is calm water, it can ripple with Rand's thoughts. Then Munster's spiritual realm is a raging sea of fury.
The moment Rand entered it, the "wave" directly rolled Rand's consciousness deep inside.
Intense love was about to pour into Rand from almost every pore in Rand—
In reality, Rand arched his waist sharply and let out a gasping sound, and he felt as if he was out of breath.
Love…
I love Rand.
I want to be with Rand.
together forever.
…
Munster's fragment of consciousness was strong and thick, and at that moment Rand even had the illusion that even his own internal organs would be eroded by this too strong love.
His hands couldn't help grasping the blanket under him, and his eyes rolled quickly under his eyelids.
"Munster-stop-stop-"
He said intermittently.
But the sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.
Munster's memory nearly devoured him.
He never thought that Munster would remember all the details so clearly, every fragment, every syllable, every touch... In his memory, Munster was full of excitement and love for every approach of Rand I mean, it's so sweet that my brains are about to melt.
Rand felt like his heart was about to explode.
Insufficient blood supply to the brain.
All thoughts and souls fell into small fragments and fell into Munster's emotions.
When Rand slowly pulled back his soul from the empty honeydew-like emotion, he realized that he was entangled in Munster's body when his consciousness was empty.
They fell off the bed and onto the floor, blankets over them, leaving a small dark enclosure.
And in this space, the air is thick with the smell of roses—different from before, this time the rose smell comes from Rand himself.
His legs were wrapped around Munster's tight, sturdy waist, and Munster's long tail rolled the two of them into one body.
And their lips were pressed to their lips, exchanging wet kisses.
Those tongue-rubbing, fluid-swapping wet kisses...
Rand's body jerked, and he returned to reality, ending the kiss.
Munster seemed to be still immersed in the sweetness of the kiss. It looked at Rand foolishly, and smirked uncontrollably and licked Rand's face.
Rand's body shuddered at the wet touch - he soon realized that his consciousness was still affected by that spiritual fusion, and his soul still had that sweet aftertaste, and it was Mance alone. Te's small actions can make his body react uncontrollably, and sweet ripples spread inside his body.
Rand wanted to resist, but the airy joy that permeated his body was persuading him softly.
Admit it.
He was attracted to Munster.