Chapter 64

Translated by boilpoil Edited by boilpoil

While Bright’s analysis of Hopkin’s emotions were not wrong, his reasoning was completely off, about 108 thousand miles wrong.

He tries to find a rational motive and reason for the aristocrat’s actions, and revenge is clearly one that is rational. The more Bright thinks about it the more this line of reason is logical and untouchable!

It’s very likely to torture him plus to get some pleasure out of it, but since Hopkin is a clean freak plus control freak, he is therefore not very satisfied with this mode of revenge either. Therefore he has that pleasurable yet painful expression on.

It is entirely possible given the Inner City resident’s style of doing things!

This is reminding Bright of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio . You might not believe it, but the original is even more immodest than the TV drama. For example, a certain male incubus is helping his companion take his revenge on a human student. He saw how he looked nice, so he slept with him a bit before taking revenge… Yep, it is that kind of immodesty.

In the west, the famous Don Juan , as a character in a seventeenth-century western story about a knight. He is fickle and unrestrained, leaving his seed everywhere. He is the character who has slept with the most women in a literary work. Not a lot, hm, just over 2000? He is seen as both an ‘excellent specimen of a rapist’ and a ‘robust male with a strong sex drive,’ and in mental psychology, there is even an illness called ‘Don Juanism,’ academically referred to as satyriasis.

Bright would offer them his kneecaps .

His mind is a mess and he tries to divert his attention, so that he does not listen to the devil’s whispers and the aristocrat’s seduction.

“Nobody hates you more than me in this world, and I will never hate anyone else like I hate you.”

Hopkin is exposed under the gaze of Bright. Thanks to this sentence, his sexual desire is flaring up again.

He really hates this man to death. He can always, unintentionally, with just one sentence, one look in the eye, one act to completely move him, to make him waver and change his own actions. He is unable to not be fascinated by the man.

This is even more persuasive to Hopkin than any assertion or flirting; his thoughts cannot be worked out the same way as a normal person. Any emotion is fine for him as long as the man is completely his own. Whether it is love, hate, vengeance, as long as the Big Tiger is his.

Hopkin wants to own both this body and his heart. Both his physical form and his mental thoughts. The man will be looking directly at him with his gaze for all eternity because of his hate towards him. The only person on his tongue would be him, day and night. Whatever he does, he will try to work out his reaction first. He will live under his shadow for his whole life. How wonderful.

Bright decides to acquiesce for now and satisfies Hopkin a little. The aristocrat can feel his mouth being a little dry. He licks his lips, saying, “not enough.” He is that greedy. Though he is already the first person the man has offered his mouth in service for, he still wants more. He looks downwards, showing he has interests again.

“…” Bright would like to bless him with eternal infertility. He balances his costs and benefits for a second, before holding that delicate organ in his hands.

The black pair of eyes show a dissatisfied look. There is nothing less interesting than this.

The man holds the aristocrat in his arms with one hand, making him lean on his body, and the other hand holds onto his important bit.

He lists all the things he can do to the aristocrat. His voice is low and depressed, with a tinge of relaxation that perhaps even the man did not notice.

Hopkin cannot help but shudder for a moment. He closes his eyes, leaning most of his weight onto Bright. His attention cannot help but to focus onto the low, magnetic tone, picturing the image he is drawing with his language.

“I can kneel onto the ground. You like me kneeling, don’t you? You can sit onto me with your back towards me. This is a slightly difficult position, but you don’t have to worry anything besides clamping down hard. I’ll take care of the rest. I can make you bleed, cry, sweat, or pee. You can order me to stop, but I would not listen, obviously. I’ve always been unruly like that, and you actually like that aspect of mine when push comes to shove. You will say ‘no I can’t,’ while thinking ‘yes, just like that, break me.’ You will try to spin around and look at me, you will be so happy you want to kiss me, and then I will turn you around, at the same time as I’m fucking you to death. You will scream ‘I’m gonna die,’ then I will ejaculate in your body, because that is exactly what I want…”

If it was just to help finish his mission at first, by the end, Bright discovers that his inner devil has already gained control over him. The heavenly and hellish scene he describe is as if a scene out of Satan enticing man to fall.

White sand among blackened alum will eventually be tainted.

The effects of the environment on man is certainly scary.

Hopkin is putting his clothes back on as Bright services him. Most of it is proper, and he sits with a proper appearance in the comfortable seat, drinking his tea in a satiated expression. Bright is kneeling and sitting beside him. From his angle, the part of the man that is clearly also affected can be seen clearly.

Bright notices his gaze and can feel his restraint hitting the limit. The devil in his body seems as if it will take over the next second to personally enact the scene he just described.

“I will tell you about my past.” Bright says in a quiet voice.

This is his bait, his bargaining chip, his necessary price, and also an effective counter to the seductions of his sexual desire. He will have to remind himself this way, that he is a properly raised youngster. He cannot let all his cultural and thought and morals and manners education and his scientific culture education down.

“Weren’t you all always curious about where I’m from?”

Hopkin moves his line of sight upwards, as if interested.

“I’m not an Outsider.”

Hopkin does not look surprised. Bright does not look like an Outsider at all. Life outside the City is another kind of cruel, and it cannot give birth to such a soft guy.

Bright then says, “I don’t know why I’m here either. The moment I woke up I’m here. There were all sorts of memories in my mind, which are utterly different from this world.”

Hopkin asks, “you do not know where you’re from?”

Bright shakes his head, “when I just arrived, I was on the verge of mental breakdown every day. It is unimaginable; those things that you are all used to, how shocking they were to me. I even suspected I was in a terrifying nightmare. I have thought of committing suicide to leave this place.” This is a lie, yet it is also the truth.

“Perhaps you really were made artificially.” This thought is making Hopkin angry. He is trying to work out the objectives of that person or faction. They might even be observing Bright and his surroundings in secret. Is it for power or for pleasure?

This is actually the guess of most Inner City residents. They have already investigated Bright early on, and he appears as if he suddenly appeared in the City. He has no bracelet and so he was mistaken for an Outsider who illegally entered the City and so was sent as a cannon fodder to the show. Then as everything turned out, he even became the strongest candidate for winning.

People who can do this and pull the blinds over everyone is very limited in quantity. Besides Inner City residents it would be the top few factions of the Outer City.

Who is it?

Bright observes Hopkin’s expression. The aristocrat seems to be hard at thought, seemingly having believed his story. Noticing his gaze, Hopkin raises his chins in an arrogant expression.

“Talk about the world you remember.”

Bright describes where he came from. It was a peaceful world, seemingly before any tragedy occurred. Hopkin says in confirmation, “it’s the world before zombies. Everyone is wearing their fake disguises and sanding off their personalities in a monotone world.

Bright does not answer.

Perhaps the zombie apocalypse did radicalise humanity. Both good and evil are amplified, with more focus on the latter. In a situation of abject horror, societal structure fails and humans reveal the ugly parts of themselves. Morals, trust and love are non-existent. Humans have devolved into a pack of beasts, and civilisation crumbled. When rebuilding the City, some part went wrong, perhaps because of the advancement of technology, perhaps due to the need of the ruling authority, the City is shaped into this form. Enjoyment and indulgence have become mainstream, and people entertain themselves until they die.

“What I don’t understand is, why you are made.

Bright laughs bitterly, “I don’t know either, why I am to appear on this world.” The appear meaning transmigration here. He has not said any of this to anybody. He has murmured about it with Latiao, but given he can’t speak and is only able to accompany him in silence, he has never been able to work out why he is here.

Right now, in front of Hopkin, he somehow said it all naturally. After his amazement, he thinks, he might as well borrow Hopkin’s wisdom for reference.

Hopkin ruffles Big Tiger’s head, like petting a cat. From the nose of his bridge upwards, across his forehead, through his hair. The man stiffens for a second before relaxing again, letting the aristocrat caress him so.

“I have participated in the show, and slowly there has been a change. Beast is the first person I have ever killed, and I did not react greatly to that. Strong animals, scary beasts, none of those can move me. Yet the apes…” He closes his eyes, hiding the emotion within. Hopkin, though, can still read his pain from his expression and body language.

“They are already sentient, kind of like proto-humans. I invaded their tribe out of my own selfish needs, and slaughtered their kin.”

Hopkin caresses Bright’s face lightly, thinking about how attractive he is. The scene where the apes swear their fealty to him is quite the classic. The man has become a target countless people wanted to conquer.

Hopkin enjoys the moment. He is tasting Bright’s emotions, his struggles, his regrets, which are making the man more delectable. If he is put into the mouth a brilliant, vibrant taste must surely emerge. The aristocrat cannot help but lower himself, and kiss him on the corner of his lips.

Bright’s eyes shoot open, “you…”

Instead of desire, it feels more like an attempt at soothing.

Hopkin’s voice is clear and cold, but with a hint of fiery passion within, “you are the surprise of this world.” A present only belonging to me.

This is completely out of the blue for Bright. He thought he would acquire a bunch of sarcastic quips before a calm analysis. Instead, he got a comment he didn’t ask for.

He blurts out a word, “why?”

Many questions are embedded within. Why do you treat me cruelly so? Why do you deceive me so? Why do you hide my specialness from in front of the Inner City, and why are you soothing me now?

The fact that Bright asked that is a sign he is wavering. Before, the man always believed that the aristocrat is only doing so for fun. This is something simple that he can understand, and it is simple to hate.

Since Hopkin is so happy, he gives a straight answer to Bright.

“Because I really like you.”

Author’s notes: Aristocrat rubbing big cat, big cat rubbing aristocrat.

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