Chapter 138 - 55. Elliog

Chapter 138: 55. ElliogThe moon had already climbed high into the sky, casting its cold gaze upon the moonlit world below.

From the wilds beyond the stables came the trill of unidentified insects. Fisher’s room was filled with a faint smell of saltpeter, yet the atmosphere mingled with something sticky, as if shrouded in darkness, leaving only simple and pure sensations.

It seemed as if time had lost its normal course here. How else could it have been afternoon just a moment ago, and now it was deep into the night?

Elliog lay gazing at the laboratory ceiling, his eyes wrapped with serpentine flames fluttering momentarily before settling. He then languidly turned to look at the man sitting beside the bed.

Fisher’s body, which had just been exercised, seemed tirelessly robust, transforming into the heaviest steam engine of the human world, ruthlessly crushing his prey—a sensation all too familiar to Elliog.

Elliog’s face, still flushed, leaned back on the bed again, his arrow-shaped tail, however, remained in his hands for play.

"Ugh, you guy, I can’t sense any ’Fallen Self’ from you... And yet, you work so hard. Do you really want me to have Little Demons?"

Fisher turned to look at her, feeling a sense of exhilaration throughout his body, as if some pent-up frustration had been released.

What Elliog said was indeed true. After exercising in the afternoon, he felt unbearably hot, but now at midnight, he felt as invigorated as when he was on the South Continent with Rafael.

Both physically and mentally, he was at his peak.

He glanced down at the demon tail still held in his palm and wiped away the rich saltpeter taste from his lips, thinking to himself,

So this is the taste of a demon, huh?

"Didn’t you absorb your food from me just now?"

Elliog nodded lazily, the flames on his tail burning even more fiercely. Fisher had always been reluctant to touch the tip, only to find out that when he did, she also felt it, and he, too, felt the warmth.

The tail of a demon was indeed very special.

"Ah, a little, but it’s negligible... That’s fine, at least it shows you won’t indulge in it."

Elliog seemed to think of something, suddenly sitting up, her red hair draped over her in front. She rubbed her belly as if in distress and said,

"However, because I didn’t receive any food, only a bunch of other stuff, I’m really hungry now... Fisher, get me something to eat."

Watching the red-haired demon’s yearning gaze, Fisher silently looked out at the sky where the full moon had risen to its zenith.

At this hour, there was no hope of getting food from the school, which likely had already turned off the lights and closed for the night.

There wasn’t anything edible in his lab either.

Still, he gently put down Elliog’s tail and prepared to stand,

"I’ll go out and look for something..."

But before he could get up, that arrow-shaped tail began poking and prodding at his back without the barrier of clothing, transmitting a sensation like a needle prick.

Fisher wasn’t annoyed but turned back to her with a puzzled look, only to be caught by a kiss from Elliog, who had leaned in.

The fiery touch made him feel as if he was kissing jelly in molten lava, the saltpeter taste that had lingered for a while now faintly exuding a rich aroma, making Fisher enfold her in his arms.

After a while, they separated slightly.

In fact, they had known each other for less than two days. This casual relationship, driven purely by desire, always brought up an odd sense of excitement, but that kiss seemed to deepen their connection, making it less pure.

"Forget it, it’s bearable. You stay here for now."

She bit Fisher’s lip corner and then moved back a bit. Even then and there, amidst the eerie atmosphere, she was still that languorous self, just as lazy to move as before.

"Heh, you human are amusing. You haven’t been tempted by my ’Fallen Self,’ yet you laid hands on me without hesitation. Aren’t you afraid I’ll devour you completely? Or is this the result of your rational contemplation?"

"Just as you said earlier, I’ve endured for too long, there’s too much to release... And indeed, you are very beautiful."

Aunt Elliog laughed, pinched Fisher’s shoulder, and said,

"Eh, humans have such strange tastes, ah. You like demons... So what about Dragon-men? Angels? You like them all, accept them all?"

Fisher thought for a moment, his body burning hot, unable to muster even the slightest bit of revulsion. Could this also be due to the "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual"?

When did he too could be classified under the category of "freaks," becoming a weirdo with a strange fetish for only demi-humans?

Fisher carefully recalled the ladies with human appearances, like Elizabeth, and found that he quite liked them too.

Being good at summarizing, Fisher quickly realized, maybe he just had a preference for beautiful things, just with a wider range than that of other normal men.

However, Fisher wasn’t bothered by these things.

While he was pondering, Elliog suddenly reached out, pinched his cheek, and straightened his thoughtful face to look directly at her,

"You human, I don’t know why, but I feel furious thinking you’re pondering about other females now. Stop thinking, and look at me first."

So, Fisher temporarily abandoned his thoughts and looked at the demon in front of him.

Her body was muscular, lacking the soft touch of ordinary ladies, but it was precisely because of this that their intimacy was terrifyingly intense, though neither of them had any complaints—only the mute bed board could have objected.

After another period of intoxication and with a significant lapse of time, coherent conversation could be heard in the room again.

"You have a lot of scars on your back, who did you fight with to get them?"

Fisher noticed she had many scars on her body, but most were now healed, only leaving marks of a different color on her skin. Fisher was curious, with a demon’s formidable body, who could have injured her—was it the Angel Species she had mentioned before?

"Fighting, of course, , , , —I’ve fought them all, but most who left wounds on me died on the spot, while I’m still alive and well, able to sleep every day, and meet someone like you who suits my taste. Being well-fed and content, not bad at all."

Fisher gently wrapped his arms around her back, occasionally patting it; she seemed to enjoy this very much. Soon, the sounds of bubbling magma "gurgle gurgle" came from her stomach, and the flames on her tail swayed along.

The physiological structure of the Demon Species is truly miraculous, even Fisher felt he could not fully understand it, and under such a premise, they crossed that taboo boundary.

Should he blame the demon in front of him for being too seductive, or himself for not having released his desires for too long?

"Do you want to learn my combat skills afterward?"

Elliog grinned naughtily, seemingly eager to pass on her exclusive secrets, "I’m the best at fighting in my clan, learning my techniques certainly won’t put you at a disadvantage. Others long for this chance, and you’ve gotten my skills for merely thirty thousand... oof, and me along with them, you should feel lucky."

While she said it was a "trick," it was clear that she was the initiator.

After thinking for a while, Fisher nodded and said,

"Learn... But I’m not sure if the fighting methods of demons are suitable for me, as the training volume you mentioned before was quite overwhelming for me."

"Really? I thought you were not tired at all, otherwise how could you..."

Fisher covered her mouth, preventing the dangerous words from spilling out.

She muffled a protest, and Fisher then removed the trouble-making hand, letting her speak,

"You’re really something... But since you want to learn, you’ll have to come over these next few days. I’ll get you started, and you can continue on your own after I leave."

Fisher wasn’t surprised by her response, knowing their time together was limited, and mastering it completely in such a short period was impossible. He could only get a simple introduction from her, then practice on his own.

However, he was still very curious about the human she was searching for, a person even demons called a "sinner."

"I know... But who exactly are you looking for?"

"That, I won’t tell you. But you can rest assured, that person has committed heinous crimes, deserving death a thousand times over. Don’t worry about me killing your kind indiscriminately. After all, we’re not in a time of war... Huh, why am I suddenly considering your feelings? It seems we could have a real affinity."

Was she teasing Fisher or was it a genuine overflow of feelings? In the pitch-black room, Fisher couldn’t discern her exact expression, but soon she continued,

"Kidding. But you do appeal to me. Coming back to find you for some fun after I’m done with my business wouldn’t be a bad idea..."

According to her philosophy, after she finished her business, she would likely return to her place to sleep. Now, she was willing to prioritize Fisher, a human, even before her sleep. Although Fisher knew this was a good compliment for him, he couldn’t help but feel displeased.

But he didn’t object, just silently smiled and asked,

"Continue?"

"Hey, you’re going a bit too far... I let you release your stockpile, but not for you to indulge. How can you say such things without any sign of ’Fallen Self’... Wait..."

Beneath the clear Moon Night, conversation once again ceased in the room.