Munster's move undoubtedly made Rand feel the pressure.
He blamed himself for his unconscious resistance, but for God's sake, the accident in the bathroom made Rand involuntarily begin to notice something about Munster... something he had overlooked. thing.
For example, its muscles that bulge like baked buns in every movement, its back as thick and hard as a stone, and its extremely flexible and well-developed tail...
It has more and more masculine breath on it.
If Rand had been a young woman, he might have been better able to accept Munster's affection for him, but given his male identity, the slimy relationship between the two made him feel strongly Not fit.
However, Munster has such a simple and innocent personality...
"It was a disaster."
Rand sighed and covered his face with his hands, muttering to himself after he drove Munster out of the room with a dry laugh and fell on the bed.
The faint rose scent drifted across his nose, making him even more dizzy.
… wait, rose scent
Rand suddenly hit a clever, back to God.
He remembered this smell, and when that "accident" happened, it was because of this weird smell that he was so confused.
He sat up abruptly from the bed and sniffed, looking for the source of the smell.
It emanated from Rand himself.
"What the hell is going on..."
Rand couldn't believe his discovery.
But the truth is, he sniffed himself in a very comical manner, quite sure that the faint rose smell was his own.
The fever and the deal with Munster just now made him sweat cold, and the parts that should have smelled of sweat were now absurdly smelling of roses.
"Lan... De... you lick... so sweet..."
I don't know why Rand's mind suddenly appeared in the mind of Munster's weird behavior before, and it had his extremely embarrassing speech.
Unexpectedly, he stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of his hand.
He tasted a trance-like sweetness.
Beyond any known taste, it seems to penetrate all your nerves in an instant, luscious, sweet, happy...
All the good experiences that human beings know seems to be condensed and ignited on the nerves, and at the same time, it seems that a pair of arms is firmly clasping Rand's body and even soul, dragging him into that sweet dream.
The arms were wet, the muscles were wet and cold, and the scaly tail squeezed in between Rand's legs, wrapping around him, cold, silky long hair wrapped around his body...
"Oh, Rand..."
It murmured in Rand's ear.
Rand didn't know that he was directly in a trance in reality.
His body fell back to the bed heavily, his breathing began to become rapid, his body surface temperature rose sharply, his pupils were dilated and accompanied by a certain degree of spasm.
After a few minutes, all symptoms disappeared.
Like a sea at low tide, the illusion of happiness fades away, leaving behind a gritty and terrifying reality.
"hu...hu...hu..."
Rand lay flat on the bed and looked at the ceiling, gasping for breath, his heartbeat still pounding, but slowly calming down.
He needs a new pair of underwear.
- The next second, he stumbled up and rushed to the bathroom, starting another round of vomiting.
"Rand? Are you okay?"
Munster may have been disturbed by the movement of the bathroom, whose voice came vaguely from outside the door.
And at the moment of hearing that voice, Rand's first reaction was to slam the bathroom door shut and lock it. The utter shame and panic almost made Rand explode, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if Munster found out what he was doing now - maybe he would just shoot himself.
It might not have been that serious, and Rand's reason screamed desperately in his head, trying to calm himself down, but that voice was quickly lost in Rand's chaotic emotional storm.
His back rested on the door panel, and after a while, he spoke dryly.
"I... I'm fine, don't worry."
He says.
He didn't know what had happened to him.
He flushed his face with cold water, then raised his head while holding on to the sink. His face was reflected in the mirror - his cheeks were still rosy, his eyes seemed to flicker with water, his lips were bright and bloodshot. It was as if the words "Yes, I had a haircut just now" were written on his forehead.
Rand almost wanted to punch the face in the mirror.
"No, man, you've got to calm down, you've got to figure out what's going on here."
he said to his reflection.
Vol2
"Hey man, are you sure you're all right? I think it's kind of weird."
Rogers carefully sat on the chair in Rand's living room, and said to the friend in front of him with a strange expression.
The time is the next day.
The weather is clear and the sky is blue. Even though it is morning, the temperature is a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. The sun was golden, leaving a bright streak on the floor through the curtains.
It was supposed to be a beautiful day, but the atmosphere surrounding Rand's apartment was extraordinarily depressing and... weird.
Take Rand Sivers, for example.
His eyes were flushed, obviously he hadn't slept at all, his hair was messy and wet, and his cheeks were sunken inward: very haggard in every way. And at this moment he was holding a hand under Rogers' nose.
"...I think you're saying something wrong? Uh, you knocked on my door early in the morning and let me risk my life to come to your house just to let me… smell you?"
Rogers blinked and looked at the corner of the room seemingly inadvertently. Munster curled his tail and stared in Rogers's direction. Today it seems more restrained and quieter than ever before, but even if not as a professional killer, Rogers can clearly feel the amazing murderousness from it.
He sat back involuntarily, and then took out a powder to replenish the powder, so as not to cause the makeup to be greasy due to facial sweat.
"That's right," Rand said to Rogers, rubbing his temples. "You just have to tell me what you smell."
"You know, Rand, I do have some quirky companions, and I don't care about that," Rogers shrugged, "but I don't really want our friendship to turn into that, Really, even I want normal friends every now and then, and you…”
"Rogers! Shut up, it has nothing to do with what you're talking about, you just need to tell me what you think I taste like."
Rand interrupted him reluctantly, and then spoke to him with a pale face.
The bleak aura on his body made Rogers stunned. After hesitating for a while, Rogers finally closed his chattering mouth, leaned over in a very frightening way, and sniffed Rand's arm.
Munster in the corner stood up in an instant, and Rogers could even feel its scorching gaze, but unexpectedly, in the end it still did nothing.
In a place that Rand didn't know, Rogers curled the corners of his mouth.
"uh, I don't know what you want to hear, but honestly, I think all you have on you is the smell of Armani shaving cream and some cheap off-the-shelf body wash... do you need me to recommend a men's cologne?"
he said. Then he saw that Rand's face in front of him seemed to become even more bleak.
In fact, it was as if he had been slapped out of thin air, and his breath became weak.
It's like taking a huge hit.
"Rogers, you know what? I smell like a disgusting rose..." Rand hesitated, but the enormous psychological pressure still made him involuntarily put his discovery, and the time what happened to Rogers.
Of course, out of shame, Rand didn't mention the kiss he had in the bathtub with Munster, or his gaffe that night.
"… all in all, I feel like there must be something wrong with me."
Rand concluded.
…
Rogers was silent for a long time with a very odd expression, and he looked at Rand.
Maybe he thinks I'm crazy... Rand looked back at Rogers, thinking bitterly.
Honestly, if the situation were reversed, maybe he would think so too.
Even Rand himself sometimes felt that the real problem might be his brain.
But to Rand's gratitude, Rogers didn't think he was crazy, as he thought.
"Well, sometimes people have this kind of problem." Rogers even looked serious, "I know some cases that lead to a loss of smell, such as Parkinson's or epilepsy... Of course, with you, I think things are still It's not that serious, it seems to me that you are still suffering from the aftereffects of the anaesthetic. And most importantly, you are still having a fever, and your physical condition may also cause a loss of smell."
"But… "
But I even had a fucking hallucination because of my own sweat!
Rand opened his mouth, almost trying to growl, but in the end he didn't.
There was no way he could tell Rogers this kind of thing.
And... In that hallucination that night, there was one more thing that Rand could hardly face - Munster.
The wet arms, the thick fishtail and its murmur.
Rand really didn't understand why he thought of it.
"Hey, Rand?"
Rogers waved to the dazed Rand.
"You know what my advice is? You go back to bed, get yourself some cold medicine and get a good night's sleep, and when you're all over, we'll deal with that rose or mint smell on you—if at that point If there is any problem, we can go to the hospital to check it. Or you can call your brother, God, you know that your brother has a biotech company, he will always find a way to solve the problem.”
"But… "
"It's no big deal. God, you're a big man, it's just a small problem, and you look like you're going to frighten yourself to death! Trust me, it's not a big deal."
Rogers stretched out his hand towards Rand, and I have to say, his words are very convincing, and this explanation is very convincing.
At least Rand thought so.
Rand gave him a very reluctant smile.
"Thanks, Rogers, I think you're right..."
Afterwards, he sent Rogers out of the gate. (Given the existence of Munster, Rogers would try to avoid staying in Rand's apartment for a long time, well, it makes Rand feel bad).
However, after closing the door, the smile he forced out instantly disappeared.
Rand has stopped thinking about the strangeness of his body, but another thing that annoyed Rand was brought to Rand's eyes by Rogers.
Rogers mentioned Vinson, which made Rand's abnormally sluggish mental state worse.
During the time he was besieged by the paparazzi in the apartment, he made numerous phone calls to try to contact Vincent.
But the response was not optimistic.
Rand sat on the ground. He picked up the phone and dialed the only number he could make, then leaned against his ear.
"… Caroline, it's me."
he said to the person on the other end of the phone.
Vol3
"Rand, I thought I made it clear to you—I know you're worried about Vincent, but for God's sake, you need to figure out where you are now. You're all chefs now. Focus, if you do come to Washington, those damn media lunatics should be targeting Vinson! Do you really want that? The board is eyeing Vinson's position, and Deep White's share price is no longer tradeable No more gossip. If you really have any pity on Vincent, please stay in Kansas! Vincent doesn't need a younger brother who is targeted by terrorists to get attention. "
A cold and anxious female voice growled softly at the voice on the other end of the phone.
The next second, the woman pressed the phone and slammed it to the ground.
The hapless phone bounced a few times on the ground and finally landed at a man's feet.
"You seem to be in good spirits."
The man looked down at the scrapped mobile phone, raised his eyebrows, and said to the woman.
His words caused the owner of the phone, Caroline, to cast a sharp look at him.
Of course, in the eyes of others now, she doesn't have much deterrent power.
After all, no one would really be afraid of a "mummy" sitting on a hospital bed with its neck and head wrapped in layers of bandages.
Caroline's hair was completely shaved, and her face was bandaged until only her eyes were exposed. The bandages continued to her chest, and her left leg was still in a cast. Of course, no one signed on it. Or doodle.
A doctor and several nurses stood by her bedside, looking at the two people in a tense atmosphere with some embarrassment.
Andre Breham, the former operating officer of Deep White Technology and the current CEO, slowly paced towards Caroline. He didn't seem to notice Caroline's bad mood at all.
"I thought you would be happier today, Caroline, after all, today is your day to remove your bandages."
He says.
"To shut up."
"Uh, sorry, maybe I shouldn't be there?"
Andrei dragged a chair and sat down by Caroline's bed with a smile.
Caroline's eyes widened, staring at him.
In the early days of the cooperation, Andre could still retain a little docile appearance, he has always been a mediocre and timid person, which is why Caroline cooperated with him.
However, after taking control, he immediately became a man that Caroline felt strange to.
As it is now, arrogant and full of malice.
Something was starting to get out of hand, and Caroline felt it deeply. However, at this moment, even though the weakness in her heart was about to break her down, she still managed to support the illusion of arrogance on the surface.
"Stay if you want, I don't care about that."
Caroline said indifferently, and then looked away from Andre's hypocritical smirk.
…
After a short silence, she suddenly growled sharply at the doctor beside the bed.
"How long are you going to wait for the bandages to be removed!"
Her harsh voice even made a timid nurse wince, and the scissors made a clear thud on the tray.
The doctor frowned quickly, and he pouted the corners of his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He helped Caroline remove layer by layer of bandages.
The smell of medicine spreads in the air.
After all the bandages came off, Caroline raised her hand tremblingly and touched her face.
She felt a pimple, like a waxed toad hide.
Although the doctor in charge of her had previously informed her of the possible situation, in reality, she found that she was not as prepared as she thought.
She became alarmed.
"Mirror, give me the mirror..."
"Ms Caroline, I sincerely advise you not to..."
"Give me that fucking mirror!"
Caroline screamed, grabbed the tray from the nurse's hand and threw it at her, but luckily the nurse avoided it.
The metal tray collided with the ground, making an extremely loud crash.
Then, everything went back to deadly quiet.
There was only Caroline's gruff in the ward, as if it wasn't a wounded woman, but an enraged beast on the bed.
The doctor closed his eyes, turned his head, and gestured towards the nurse.
He brought the mirror.
Caroline finally saw what she looked like now.
No hair, no eyebrows, no hair at all, the right half of her face was piled up like melted wax, the skin was a sickening brown, her once smooth, rosy cheeks looked now It looked like a cross section of yeast bread, showing a dense honeycomb state, and the blood and pus left by the inflammation leaked out slightly in the gap, giving off a foul smell.
"Ahhhhhhh-"
Caroline grabbed her face and let out a piercing howl...
In an accident a week ago, Caroline attempted to get up close and personal with the escaped creature, the former Vincent Sivers.
She walked towards it and wanted to hug it.
However, it attacked her.
The fluid that came out of its mouth was extremely corrosive, almost completely destroying Caroline's face and upper part of her body.
It can be said that in that situation, Caroline will completely become a half-melted corpse.
Fortunately, Poseidon took steps even under extremely difficult circumstances at the time.
They used the latest ion weapons to drive Vincent, now Experimental A137, back to the incubation room and lowered the screen door of the passageway to seal it off.
Caroline also received timely treatment.
Her organs were not seriously damaged, however, her skin was irreversibly damaged.
In the rest of her life, she will have numerous skin grafts and surgeries.
But the beauty that belongs to women has completely gone away from her.
Vol4
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Rand's body curled into a ball.
The phone fell to the ground.
He felt very angry, but he couldn't refute every word Caroline said.
"Rand..."
Munster approached cautiously.
Rand closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then he turned his head and looked at it.
I should send it away.
Rand heard a voice in his heart whispering.
But for some reason, his body completely contradicted his reason.
Rand didn't even want to move his fingers when Munster's generous body came close.
"You don't look very good. I'll send you back to bed."
Munster said to Rand that he did not wait for the other party's answer, so he directly hugged Rand.
The Rand is lighter than it thought.
And, he exudes a very seductive aura.
"Munster..."
Rand's body trembled, and then he said very quietly.
His fever seemed to rise again, so that his whole body became tired and aching.
The mental blow made him even more exhausted. His hot arms and forehead were against Munster's skin, and the cold feeling made Rand very comfortable.
The comfort even outweighed his embarrassment, allowing Rand to finally accept Munster's embrace.
"Rand?"
"… thanks."