Chapter 507: Getting hot and bothered after eating otter…why is there screaming?
*Bing-Bong*
We interrupt your daily viewing to inform the reader that the following chapter has been rated “S” for spicy. While no nudity will be depicted (yet), there will be an overly detailed explanation of what our protagonist finds alluring as well as general…thirst.
You have been warned.
…
I’m sorry, is this necessary? You already write detailed gory death scenes and there is an age rating on the front of this book.
Isn’t that enough?
|You’d think, but the sheer amount of children that lie about their age in order to access content they really shouldn’t, is disturbingly high. That age warning also doesn’t stop parents that really need to do a better job at moderating their children’s media on a more personal level instead of blanket banning stuff on a societal level because they’re too lazy to just-|
Aight, cool it with the politics.
You have sexual tension to write.
|Fine…how big is too big?|
For what and on who?
*Bing-Bong*
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A snippet of information from the Golden Gourmand’s Journals, Volume 3, Ingredients of Roaring Tide.
Ravager Otters
Type: Mammalian Flesh
Innate Aether: Aquarii
Danger: *
Deliciousness: **(*****)
Description:
Ravager Otters are, as the name implies, a type of otter aether beasts that have a habit of, well, ravaging things.
From their incredibly messy hunts, to their even messier mating seasons, Ravager Otters are in a league of their own when it comes to violent behavior.
Even more fascinating though, is that the violence innate to Ravager Otter behavior, permeates even to the flesh, to the point that one can actually eat the flesh of a Ravager Otter and be influenced by this innate violence.
Oddly enough, it doesn’t matter how cultivated an individual may be, the effects of the flesh is based on age.
Stranger still, depending on how the otter meat was prepared, the feelings of “ravaging” will vary.
From my experience, stewing the meat will cause one’s virility to explode to unreasonable levels, roasting will yield no change, while baking it will lead to violence.
Hence my rating of deliciousness being so strange.
Regardless, if you happen to get your hands on some prime cuts of Ravager Otter Meat, they make excellent gifts for newly weds and anniversaries alike.
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Moments before disaster…
“Wait a minute…,” Spring Brawler stated aloud in order to get the other kaijin to stop imagining their shared lord getting frisky, “isn’t that Lust Remnant thing locked in the Vaults? The weird magical floating one that’s filled with a lot of weird stuff?”
“Where it’s..sus…pended? Suspended. Suspended midair in a jar with a seal on the top?”
=I placed that seal myself, so yes.=
“So…how can it make that banging noises if there aren’t walls and/or flooring on which the jar can collide with?”
<=...=>
“…”
“What?”
=Children, we’re going to be ending our lessons early today.=
“Huh? Why?”
=Because we need to go to the safety room.=
“Oh.”
=Already contacted Archanidame and Lacerage.=
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The Reason for the Disaster.
“Is…is it just me or…does this otter hotpot taste, uh…spicy?,” Zhen Liu asked while ignoring a fire burning in his belly{and his loins, desiring to smother the heat in-between the mounds of both his girlfriend and possible suitor.}.
“Yeah…it’s…really…really…spicy…,” Jin Fang replied while fanning herself and deep breathing {despite the voices in her head telling her to jump her boyfriend right the fuck now and exercise those cum gutters to the fullest}.
“I’ve already ditched my armor at this point, why am I still burning up over here?,” Rianna complained while basically wearing the silken equivalent of a tank top, {leaving literally nothing to the imagination as a prominent pair of cherries began to harden…}
As the trio of Zhen Liu, Rianna and Jin Fang watched over their Ravager Otter hotpot boiling to perfection, waiting to dig, in a strange…feeling started to overcome the trio.
At first, it wasn’t anything too dramatic, just heat and mild discomfort in their stomachs at most.
The trio just assumed that they were sitting too close to the pot and were just getting warm from the fire, the smell of the ingredients boiling causing them to feel greater and greater pangs of hunger.
However, as time went on, they began to realize this hunger growing in them wasn’t for food.
‘Okay…either I am going crazy…or my girlfriend and hunter friend are looking significantly sexier than normal…,’ Zhen Liu thought as his eyes wandered between Jin Fang and Rianna, noticing their features in greater detail than before.
‘And if my brain is working right…just realized neither of them have a cup size smaller than D…’
“Xiao Liu…you okay? You look…warm.”
“Yeah…don’t worry about it, babe. Just need to take off my shirt soon…”
“Yeah…good idea…”
Curly black hair that was darker than a midnight sky.
Amber colored eyes that could stare directly into his soul.
Sun-kissed skin that made even polished bronze seem dull.
{Plush lips that just begged to be kissed and used for more.}
{And an all natural chest that would make your average watermelon farmer jealous.}
All these features came together to form one gorgeous young woman that Zhen Liu had the distinct pleasure to call his own. {Of course, he needed to go around marking her as proof of this for later…speaking of markings though…}.
“Fuck…I spent most of my life at the bottom of a sweltering jungle, why the fuck is a pot of otter meat making me sweat?!”
“Yeah… you’re…turning red…” {I want to make it redder…}
“I am?…damn…redder than a Crimson Mantis during mating season,” Rianna commented as she looked over her body, unsubtly pulling her shirt forward to get a better look at her sweat covered chest.
“Uh…huh…”
If Jin Fang was a bronze skinned, curvaceous beauty, then Rianna was a pale skinned one that was built like a model, something one wouldn’t really notice due to the fact that she wore insect chitin armor all day, every day.
Skin as pale as snow, with just the faintest hint of blush.
Eyes bluer than ocean water, the type you can just get lost in.
A well-defined body forged from years living in the jungle, complete with tight abs, well-defined, taut arms, {an ass you could bounce a quarter off of}, and a face that would make most models jealous.
The textbook definition of an Amazonian beauty if there ever was one.
Surrounded by these beauties, a small voice in Zhen Liu’s he’s started to take hold, {one that he probably should’ve listened to a lot fucking sooner.}
{Hold up…one is my girlfriend who has tempted multiple times in the past…while the other has also tried to jump me whenever I start singing to myself…WHY HAVEN’T I ACTED ON EITHER OF THESE IMPULSES?!}
As this realization dawn on him, a similar one started to form in the two ladies he was staring at.
{You know…there are two of us and one of him…we could share…}
As these thoughts became more and more pronounced, the Ravager Otter hotpot was still bubbling away peacefully.
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The Impending Disaster
{Boredom…}
In the darkest depths of the Library of Nowhere was a strange storage space that Zhen Liu had taken to calling the “Nowhere Vault.”
*Skitter, skitter.*
From his perspective, it looked like an ultra advanced warehouse in which all of his, and his predecessor’s stuff, was stored in giant mechanical pillars that could be accessed from a simple console.
{Need…stimulus…}
To everyone else, it was strange arcane mess of unusual tools, literal stars and entire galaxies full of forgotten treasures and strange materials that would make most people richer than kings.
*Skitter, skitter.*
It was in this strange vault of unending space that a variety of goods that Zhen Liu had gathered during his time as Kaijin Lord was kept, granted, it wasn’t much.
{Want…tiddies…}
In it was a collection of [Cores of Desire] that he acquired from the main branch spies, some leftover equipment that was left behind by those Blue Shadow assassins and some random goods he picked up from the Wolfe Family estate.
*Skitter, skitter.*
But the strangest, and arguably most valuable, were a pair of jars containing some small creatures that could best be described as UMAs(unidentified mysterious animals).
{Need booty…}
In one jar was a strange mechanical parasite worm thing, that kept running around its glass cage like it was either bored or on auto-pilot. The kaijin has extracted the thing from a giant rat corpse, so maybe it had picked up some of those behaviors.
*Skitter, skitter.*
But in the jar floating near it, was a strange, black and pink goopu creature that seemed to be nothing more than a mouth that said lewd expletives like it was a porn addicted nerd.
{Need…huh?}
Now, normally, these two creatures would have absolutely nothing to do with one another.
{I’m feeling…. bigger…}
However, through a strange twist of fate, this pair of parasitic lifeforms.
*Crack.*
We’re about to get very…
*Crack.*
Very…
*Crack.*
Very…
*Crack, crack.*
Intimate.
*Crack!*
{Oh…imma about to bust.}
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=Well fuck…I think I forgot to sever the connection between the Remnant and our lord.=
