Chapter 511: Cold Showers and Passing out are kinda the same
Heavy petting.
That was the term Zhen Liu could use to describe the situation he was currently in in regards to his position with Rianna and Jin Fang at this very moment.
Right now there was an excessive amount of grinding, sweat being built up and frankly put, Zhen Liu really, really wanted to take them both right here, right now and in front of everybody.
At this point in time, the fuzziness in his head was reaching a peak and he was just about to do something unforgivably lewd.
‘I…just…need…to…’
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*Moans of various octaves…*
*Groans of equaling octaves…*
*The disturbingly increasing volume of rhythmic clapping…*
“Alright, what the fuck am I hearing and why?”
“I think…that is the sound of people realizing why you shouldn’t eat an aphrodisiac for dinner.”
“Ah…so like our sixth date.”
“Exactly.”
Whilst more and more people discovered why boiling Ravager Otter meat was a bad idea, some members of the group opted to not take that culinary gamble.
Instead, they dined on whatever provisions were available that had managed to survive the sudden cold blast and/or made due with making use of the other bounties of the river and nearby forest.
Which in the case of the Seventh Zhen Clan elder Zhen Yan and his wife, Daria, their dinner consisted of mushrooms found growing on the side of trees, several fishes they had managed to catch during the thawing process, peppers and okra that were found growing in the water, and have all of it cooked in a wild pumpkin that was hardy enough to act like a pot.
A very heart healthy dinner if ever there was one.
It was still going to take a few minutes for the food to finish cooking, so the old married couple spent their time as all old married couples do when waiting for something to finish cooking.
Cuddling while talking gossip about the people in their lives, or in this case, speculate about the mayhem that was going on as more and more people fell victim to the Ravager Otter hotpot surprise.
“Yeesh, talk about having no ability to relax and cut loose,” Zhen Yan told his wife as he swept his senses in the area around his and his wife’s campfire.
“At least half of the groups around us ended up making the mistake of making the Ravager Otter meat into some form of soup or stew!”
“Ah to be young and accidentally consuming illicit substances,” Daria mused as she heard the news from her husband. “Should we be worried about some sex crazed idiot coming to try and forcefully proposition us for a threesome?”
“I doubt that, love,” Zhen Yan assured his wife, “Fourth Brother made sure to inform the others about how to handle Ravager Otter induced excitement.”
“Oh?”
To emphasize his point, Zhen Yan lifted up two fingers.
“The first method is to just dump a bucket of cold water mixed with mint on top of the would-be hotbloods. Apparently the coldness of such a combination is enough to cool a lot of hearts.”
“I can see that,” Daria agreed.
“The second method is to just…overstimulate them to the point of knockout.”
Daria looked confused and incredulous at this statement.
“Seriously?”
“Oh yeah,” Zhen Yan confirmed.
“Apparently while Ravager Otter meat is a super potent aphrodisiac, it can also cause people to pass out due to excessive foreplay. It’s definitely one of those things that if you plan to use it, use it immediately.”
“So that means…”
“In a couple of minutes or so, those moans of pleasure are going to be replaced with-”
*Thud*
“Oh my gods, he’s dead!”
“Wait, no… he’s just unconcious…with a nosebleed.”
“That,” Zhen Yan confirmed.
“Ah…fun.”
As the old married couple continued to make fun of the people about to go from “hot and bothered” to “cold and on the floor”, the two didn’t entertain the possibility that perhaps their own son was caught up in this hotpot shenanigans.
Nor were they aware that such shenanigans had a touch more…collateral damage involved.
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“You know you got a sweet voice, is your mouth and throat just as nice?!,” the parasinner shouted with lustful glee as she redirected her efforts to try and grab Hurricroak.
[Shit! Why didn’t it work?!]
[What?!]
The froggy kaijin had placed themselves in a rather compromising position in order to try and knock the parasinner out with her musical aether arts.
This stratagem should’ve worked, given that the parasinner was predominantly “core”, but as Pathos pointed out, they had managed to delegate the effects elsewhere, in a manner similar to what happened to the kaijin when they’re subjected to musical aether arts.
Regardless of this realization though, it didn’t change the fact that the parasinner was just about to grab Hurricroak with her instinctually threatening hands.
It appeared that the kaijin and the curators were about to see what would happen if the parasinner managed to touch one of them.
However, just as she was about to grab Hurricroak by what the others assumed was hopefully just her throat…she paused.
[Huh?]
[What just happened?]
[I…didn’t…freeze…her…]
The parasinner didn’t stop because it had a change of heart, she didn’t slow down, and the expression on her “face” hadn’t changed in the slightest.
For all intents and purposes, it was like the parasinner had just straight up paused like a character on a television screen.
[Okay…I’m just gonna…go this way…]
Hurricroak took this weird opportunity to get out of reach from the parasinner’s grasps and regroup with the rest of the kaijin.
Once they were gathered, they tried to determine what the fuck just happened and why the strange parasinner thing they had been giving them so much trouble suddenly…stopped.
They managed to “win”, sure, but it also felt…mildly disappointing.
As Pathos proceeded to float over and carefully look over the paused parasinner in an attempt to determine why it had suddenly stopped, the kaijin simply converse amongst themselves about the situation.
They didn’t have anything better planned.
“I’m not gonna lie…this feels…anticlimactic,” Nepherage commented, “I figured one of us would get touched and there would be a whole terrible revelation or…something. This is just…”
“Battle-based blueballs,” Hurricroak finished.
“That, yes.”
“Can…you…two…even…make…that…joke…?”
Nepherage and Hurricroak proceeded to just shrug in response.
[Was that a fucking pun?]
[I think that’s just a rhyme.]
“Huh?”
[He appears to be…asleep.]
