Into The Sea

Sexual content warning.

The howling wind carried with it a storm of yellow sand, stinging her face like needles. Instinctively, she raised her hand to shield her eyes, murmuring in confusion, “Chunhan?”

But the only sound that answered her was the wailing of the wind. A sense of foreboding crept into her heart, and she turned sharply, only to be met with a gruesome sight—scattered limbs and severed arms strewn across the desert. A bloodied head rolled to her feet, its hollow eyes staring up at her.

She stumbled back, her eyes darting around in a frenzy. “Chunhan?”

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind. “Did you kill all these demons?”

She turned to see a slender figure cloaked in black. The girl’s gaze swept over the carnage, her crimson eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and excitement. “Why did you kill them?”

Why?

She closed her eyes, a throbbing pain erupting in her temples. The girl’s gaze then fell upon her palm, and she chuckled. “Ah, killing demons to harvest their cores. I see now.”

What?

She looked down. Her once-empty palm was now filled with demon cores of varying sizes, still slick with warm blood.

“To seek power, you slaughter your own kind. Even among demons, who believe in the survival of the fittest, I have never seen someone as ruthless and heartless as you.”

“If you know that, why do you dare approach me?” Lan Yueyao clutched her ringing head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the approaching girl. “Are you not afraid I will kill you too?!”

The girl stopped in her tracks, studying Lan Yueyao’s disheveled state. “You need an ally.”

Before Lan Yueyao could respond, the girl continued, “You are exhausted. Keep me, and I’ll gather information for you. I will clear any obstacles in your path. I will do what you are willing to do, and I will take care of what you are not. As long as you let me stay, I will follow you forever, your most loyal servant.”

“Why?”

“Perhaps… because I want everyone to fear me,” the girl said softly. “I want my name to become a nightmare in the demon realm.”

“Is that so?” Lan Yueyao closed her eyes, exhaustion weighing her down. “What is your name?”

“Ji Xing.” She resumed her approach, stopping before the emaciated woman, her gaze unwavering. “My name is Ji Xing.”

***

The wind howled, rustling the plants outside the window. Chu Chunhan glanced at the half-open window, then turned her gaze back to the sleeping woman.

It’s strange, she thought. She seems even colder when she’s asleep than when she’s awake.

After a moment’s hesitation, she gently placed her hand on the mermaid’s waist, about to snuggle into her embrace when she heard a mumbled whisper. “Chunhan…”

Chu Chunhan lifted her head. “Hm?”

But after a while, there was only the sound of steady breathing.

She frowned and buried her head back down.

“Chunhan.”

She shot up again. “Hmm?”

Chu Chunhan stared intently at Lan Yueyao’s lips, but after a long pause, there was no further sound. Confused, she tilted her head, about to lie back down when the woman’s lips twitched once more. “…Xing…”

Chu Chunhan: “?”

She opened her mouth slightly, staring at Lan Yueyao in bewilderment before suddenly sitting upright.

A strange, unfamiliar emotion welled up inside her. She pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering anxiously between Lan Yueyao and her own fidgeting fingers. “No.”

“No.”

“No.”

She muttered to herself, pacing barefoot across the floor. The wind outside continued to howl, rattling the window and drowning out her troubled thoughts. After a long while, still unable to make sense of her feelings, she hesitantly returned to the bed and shook Lan Yueyao’s shoulder.

The woman groaned sleepily and pulled Chunhan’s hand into her embrace. “Don’t… don’t bother me…”

Chu Chunhan stiffened for a moment before carefully climbing into bed. With one hand still trapped in Lan Yueyao’s grasp, she wrapped her other arm around the mermaid’s waist. “Yueyao…”

Lan Yueyao hummed in response.

She struggled to express her feelings. “I don’t like it when you say… someone else’s name.”

“Whose name?”

“Xing.”

“Ah, Xing,” Lan Yueyao yawned, her voice muddled with sleep. “Hm… What time is it? Is Ji Xing back yet?”

Chu Chunhan was speechless.

Her eyebrows furrowed even deeper. “I don’t like it,” she emphasized.

“What are you disliking in the middle of the night?” Lan Yueyao looked at her groggily, yawning repeatedly. Her eyelashes soon became wet with tears. She turned over and hooked her arm around Chu Chunhan’s neck, pulling her into her embrace. “It’s so late. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow?”

Chu Chunhan: “No.”

She lowered her head and bit Lan Yueyao’s lip, a hint of anger in her actions. Her hand slid down, caressing the spot she had touched not long ago. The sensitive clit was still slightly swollen. Lan Yueyao gasped as she felt the touch, her legs involuntarily curling up. “Mm, you…”

Chu Chunhan’s hot tongue pried open Lan Yueyao’s lips, clumsily tangling with hers. Lan Yueyao’s eyes fluttered shut as she yielded to the woman’s sudden assertiveness, though she couldn’t help but wonder what had brought this on.

What’s gotten into her?

Her fingers worked the familiar wetness, and when the kiss finally broke, Lan Yueyao arched her back, grinding against Chu Chunhan’s palm as she panted. “Hm… If you’re going to do it, just get it over with. Don’t…”

Her words dissolved into fragmented moans. Chu Chunhan, still displeased, bit down on Lan Yueyao’s nipple before sliding a finger into her slick entrance. “I don’t like it.”

“Wh-what…”

Chu Chunhan frowned, gripping Lan Yueyao’s knees and drawing them almost to her shoulders. “You weren’t listening to me.”

Lan Yueyao was utterly baffled. “Just now… Just now… What did you say?”

Chu Chunhan was even more annoyed. “I’m not telling you.”

“If you don’t tell me, how am I supposed to know what you said?” Lan Yueyao whined. “You… Ah, slower… slower…”

Chu Chunhan’s slender fingers plunged deeper into the wet opening. Her expression was cold as she recalled her earlier actions, repeatedly stroking the soft folds. Lan Yueyao’s face soon flushed crimson, her hair plastered to her face with sweat.

She moaned and whimpered, but only received more forceful thrusts in return. Her legs were spread wide as she clung to the shoulders of the woman before her, pleading. “Hm… Chunhan, Chunhan…”

Chu Chunhan blinked, tilting her head to look into her teary eyes. Her fingertips pinched the erect clitoris.

“Ah! Chun, Chunhan, stop…”

Chu Chunhan pursed her lips and whispered, “Like this… only my name matters.”

Lan Yueyao’s lashes trembled. “What?”

“My name,” Chu Chunhan said softly, wrapping her arms around Lan Yueyao’s slender waist. “I like it when it’s only my name.”