Chapter 27: Human Form

Love.

Originating from the strong love in the host’s heart, it is the core key that drives the monster into maturity.

Blood and bodily fluids nourish the body, but the hollow of the soul can only be filled by the love of the host.

On the night it entered the second stage of growth, it greedily consumed Ming Ci’s blood and bodily fluids, yet it still couldn’t be satisfied, wanting to obtain something more precious from Ming Ci.

At that time, it didn’t understand what that was, and its soul remained empty and restless.

Until this moment, it feels the insatiable soul feasting, crazily plundering the love mixed with fear.

Ming Ci is afraid, yet he also loves it.

The monster realizes this, and from soul to body, it begins to burn, heating up until it’s almost on fire.

In this brief process of transformation, it might scorch his fragile skin, unable to stay in his lips.

It squeezes out from between Ming Ci’s lips, falling in strands onto the grass.

In the tidal wave of love filled with fear, it develops, metamorphoses, matures, and just two seconds later, it finds that it can control its body as it wishes.

However, Ming Ci shrinks in its embrace, trembling all over, seemingly scared to the extreme.

“Your appearance and nature are very scary, making me very frightened…”

It remembers these words he said.

At that time, it wasn’t very smart, single-mindedly wanting Ming Ci to accept its primal form, to accept its most authentic appearance.

But now, as long as it can comfort him, it can restrain its innate nature of infinite growth, suppress its desire to monopolize and confine him.

It can mimic the appearance of a human, be with him in a way that humans can accept.

“Don’t be afraid, okay?”

A gentle kiss lands on his forehead, Ming Ci is stunned for a moment, then he opens his eyes wide, staring blankly at the “person” in front of him.

He didn’t expect the monster to be able to transform into a flawless human form.

If the humanoid form the monster had before was like a ghost covered in blood plasma in a horror movie, then now it’s like a handsome young man without a trace of blood.

Ming Ci looks up at its face, staring at its clear black and white eyes without blinking, incredulously calling out: “Xiao Hong?”

“It’s me.”

A crimson glow rises in its pupils, staring at Ming Ci attentively – in fact, every part of it, including the clothes it mimicked, is looking at him.

“Ming Ci, don’t be afraid. Do you like this appearance?”

The monster didn’t open its mouth; it didn’t vocalize through vocal cords but communicated directly with Ming Ci in a special way.

If it were to mingle in a crowd, it would probably have to pretend to be mute because other humans wouldn’t hear its voice.

Ming Ci raised his hand, fingertips slowly tracing its facial features, and asked in return, “Why does your face look so much like mine? Did you intentionally mimic my appearance?”

As his fingertips brushed its lips, it opened its mouth and held his finger in, its pupils gradually turning into a deep crimson, spreading throughout the entire eyeball.

“Not intentionally. I didn’t think about anything; I just ended up with this face.”

As it answered, the soft flesh inside its mouth sucked on his finger, its gaze seemingly wanting to swallow him whole.

Nature. Desires can be suppressed but won’t disappear; it indeed desires to hide him deep within its body.

“Do you like this human form?” The monster leaned in closer, lips parting, taking his entire hand in its mouth. “Will you love me more, Ming Ci?”

Ming Ci: “…”

He forcefully withdrew his moist hand, looking at the slightly distorted yet familiar face before him, his temples throbbing.

The monster licked its lips, effortlessly lifted Ming Ci, then sat against a tree trunk on the grass, cradling him in its arms, hands intertwined tightly around his abdomen.

“Ming Ci, why aren’t you speaking?”

It twisted its neck, face to face with Ming Ci, rubbed its crimson eyes against his eyelashes, and asked, “Do I look very much like a human now?”

Ming Ci’s expression was blank: “Xiao Hong, humans can’t turn their necks one hundred and eighty degrees.”

Monster: “Uh… one hundred and eighty, degrees?”

Illiterate in even the most basic writing, the monster clearly wasn’t familiar with units of angle.

Ming Ci continued, “And also, human eyeballs are fragile; they shouldn’t be rubbed randomly.”

Monster: “But your fur is soft, and it naturally grows above your eyeballs.”

“…” Ming Ci was silent for a few seconds, then couldn’t help but grab its chin, pushing the face away from his neck side. “Most importantly, humans don’t just gnaw on others anytime, anywhere.”

“But I’ve clearly seen two humans nibbling each other, and it’s been shown in videos too.”

Ming Ci: “That’s called kissing, not nibbling like you do.”

“Kissing?” The monster curled its lips, revealing a strange smile. “Alright, then let’s kiss.”

Ming Ci paused for a moment, his cheeks flushing red immediately, then quickly turned his head away from the monster’s lips.

Although he had licked it voluntarily when feeding it saliva before, mentioning kissing, especially with it looking like this now, was still too stimulating.

“Ming Ci,” the monster kissed his burning cheek, “Is this right? Why is your face getting hot?”

Ming Ci forced himself to remain calm, replying with a business-like tone, “No, it’s not right.”

Then, he caught sight of several figures approaching in the distance and quickly pushed it away. “Your disguise is too poor; someone will notice, hurry up and hide.”

The monster was in a very cheerful mood at this moment, obediently shrinking into a red mole and hiding on his chest.