TWP 6: Sweet Blood

The scent that was too close completely severed Cole’s rationality.

Cole grabbed Lin You’s chin and leaned down, extending his tongue to lick from Lin You’s chin upwards, over his lips, up to his nostrils, then back down to the corners of his mouth and the side of his face, licking and kissing with a desperate thirst, savoring the dried and sparse bloodstains.

Cole wrapped his arms around Lin You’s neck; this couldn’t be called a kiss, he was just lost in licking.

Lin You’s nose was quite prominent, the cartilage of his nostrils had a peculiar texture, his lips were a bit dry but very warm, and his cheeks were softer than expected. The sensation of his tongue gliding over Lin You’s cheekbone was wonderful; the blood tasted like sweet apples, mixed with the lingering scent of smoke and cedarwood body wash that clung to him. These sensations calmed Cole’s restlessness, yet another desire surged with the heat of that satisfaction, coursing through his entire body.

Lin You couldn’t support Cole’s weight any longer; his legs felt weak, and he gradually slid down until they both sat on the ground. Cole took the opportunity to let Lin You sit on his lap, continuing to search for the right angle to lick and kiss.

Just a little more blood, just a little more blood would be enough. Tasting Lin You’s blood was like getting a hit of drugs again; he wanted to meld Lin You completely into his body, to possess him entirely. The satisfaction and pleasure of the blood entering his mouth washed over his mind, but at the same time, he craved more.

The blood on Lin You’s face was almost licked away.

Cole, unable to control himself, pressed his face against Lin You’s, burying his lips and nose into the side of Lin You’s neck, inhaling his scent, continuously licking and kissing Lin You’s temples and jawline, trying to clean up the blood that had accidentally gotten smeared aside.

So fragrant, so comfortable, so delicious, so pleasant.

Various thoughts flooded Cole’s mind.

Lin You felt wet and suffocated, which actually made him quite uncomfortable. He wanted to struggle, but his movements were suppressed by Cole.

High-level experimental subjects have a characteristic, as if returning to a beastly state, they follow their instinctual desires.

Especially Cole, who easily combined various stimuli, particularly hunger and lust. Lin You discovered this in one go.

And the evidence that could prove this was currently pressed against Lin You’s backside through the thin hospital gown, a position that was indeed a bit awkward.

Yet Lin You showed no signs of fear or hesitation.

He was tired of being licked and grabbed Cole’s hair, forcefully lifting his head.

Cole’s gaze was unfocused, heat spreading throughout his body with the blood he had swallowed, his throat rolling as he extended his tongue to pant.

Like an overexerted dog, or rather, like a dog that had climaxed too much, Lin You thought wickedly.

“Damn, can licking blood make you hard?” Lin You said, half-smirking, appearing somewhat provocative.

“You should really look in the mirror at your expression right now, like a slut begging for it.”

Then Lin You punched Cole in the face.

Cole’s head tilted to the side, and when he turned back, blood was smeared on his nose and the corner of his mouth.

He reached out, casually wiping away the flowing blood with his fingers, but he seemed not to care much, like a wolf that had been starving for days pouncing on a flock of sheep. He knocked Lin You down to the ground, extending his muscular arm to press against the back of Lin You’s head, kissing that fragrant mouth.

He tasted his own blood, as well as the faint fragrance from Lin You’s blood.

Cole’s tongue pressed against Lin You’s teeth, trying to pry open his jaws to sip the remaining blood in Lin You’s mouth.

Lin You’s mouth was forcefully invaded, and rather than a tangle, Cole’s tongue was more like drilling into his wounds.

Saliva slowly oozed from the jaw that had been glided over by the tongue, mixing with blood, gradually spilling out from between their lips in the forceful kiss.

Lin You, on the verge of suffocation from the kiss, could only grab Cole’s head again.

When their lips parted, due to the excessive exchange of bodily fluids, a thin, transparent thread was drawn between them.

The corner of Lin You’s mouth was bruised from the rough kiss, but Cole insisted on breaking free from Lin You’s control, grabbing Lin You’s chin again, licking the blood that had stuck to the edge of his lips, causing him pain.

“Get off.” Lin You pushed his face away again, placing his hand on Cole’s lips, “Do you really think of yourself as a dog, unable to stop licking?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lin You felt a brief itch and wetness in his palm, frowning as he pulled his hand away.

Cole, however, smiled.

He grabbed Lin You’s wrist, continuing to lick the blood that remained on the wound at his fingertip.

Lin You’s eyes rolled in impatience, “So, you agreed to go to Gowe City with me, right?”

“Yeah.”

Cole calmed down, accepting that it was always easier to yield than to resist. He had always been a person driven by instinctual desires, even before his evolution, and now being a slave to those desires didn’t seem wrong.

After becoming an experimental subject, his life had become long, with an indefinite end, and having a narcissistic master didn’t seem so bad.

He took Lin You’s fingertip into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Lin You’s face.

Seeing the obedient Cole, Lin You knew he had achieved his goal, so he supported himself on Cole’s shoulder to stand up.

After all, he had no desire to kiss a dog near a group of severely injured people.

Leaning against the wall, looking down at him, Lin You wanted to settle this quickly and find Matthew, trying to figure out how to escape this prison.

He gently patted Cole’s head, “Let go of me.”

Cole did not obey his command, nor did he defy him; he simply continued to press his face against the edge of Lin You’s pants, rubbing against him.

“Can I have a little more?”

“No.” Lin You patted Cole’s head as if petting a large dog, “This is a reward. If you complete what I asked you to do, I will feed you.”

Hearing this, Cole raised his gaze, “But your mouth is still bleeding. Until it stops…”

“No more kissing.” Lin You frowned, interrupting him, “I’ll feed you in other ways later.”

Cole knelt on the ground, silent, quietly watching him. After a moment, he grinned, revealing his sharp canine teeth, “Don’t you like it?”

The man’s smile was indeed handsome and charming; if Lin You were a blossoming girl, perhaps he would be enchanted by his smile.

Unfortunately, he was just a hot-tempered and eccentric biological researcher.

He slapped Cole’s cheek, “Let go of me, go back to your confinement room first.”

“When can I see you again?”

Cole stood up, bringing his face close to Lin You’s, so close to his lips, smiling lightly as he gazed at the source of the fragrance—Lin You’s lips.

“When can I eat again?”

“Tomorrow, just wait for me to find a way to take you out.” Lin You said expressionlessly, “Then, I’ll feed you again.”

“I want it now.”

After Cole said this, he lowered his head and kissed Lin You again.

This time, Cole was not as impatient as before; his tongue tangled with Lin You’s between his lips and teeth, licking the tongue and the remaining blood in his mouth. The air around their lips was warm and moist, forcing Lin You to lift his head, and in the moment of their wet kiss and intertwined breaths, he inadvertently let out a soft sound.

“If you want me to be your dog, I can.” Cole’s lips were against his neck as he kissed and spoke, “That depends on your ability, Honey.”

Lin You was stunned for a few seconds, unable to stop him in time as Cole lifted his shirt, preparing to tear open the bandage on his stomach to lick.

With his shirt forcibly rolled up, being pressed and kissed by Cole brought no excitement; Lin You only felt his upper abdomen and ribs being painfully poked by Cole’s high, sharp nose.

“Hey, Cole, stop! Enough!” Lin You finally couldn’t hold back his anger and shouted.

But Lin You was tightly pinned down by Cole’s heavy body, helpless, cursing Cole with a murderous gaze.

“Honey, you look so sexy when you’re angry—” Cole, having tasted blood, returned to a playful mood, indifferent to Lin You’s resistance, laughing as he spoke, extending his tongue to lick the gruesome wounds on Lin You’s stomach that were crudely stitched together.

Just then, Cole suddenly stopped.

Lin You, who had been struggling, finally had a moment to breathe.

Cole’s expression darkened, his eyes shifting to the back.

“Don’t point that thing at me.” He said, his tone clearly displeased.

Lin You heard this and looked up.

It was the vice president of the research institute, Xia Zuo. Cui Wens.

He stood at a distance, holding a tranquilizer gun, aiming at Cole, who was crouched over Lin You.

Facing a powerful, bloodthirsty, and unpredictable experimental subject, Xia Zuo’s hand holding the gun trembled visibly.

He tried to calm himself, but the image of the pile of corpses in No. 330712’s confinement room flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to retch.

On the contrary, Cole showed no signs of panic; he simply got up, a rush of air flowing as he instantly approached Xia Zuo, simultaneously gripping the barrel of his gun.

Pointing the gun at his own neck, Cole smiled brightly, revealing a row of eight neat, white teeth, “Your aim really isn’t good, huh? The carotid artery is right here.”

Looking at Xia Zuo’s face, Cole’s brow twitched slightly, “Am I right?” He remained silent for a few seconds, then curled his lips, softly saying, “Hey, Xia Zuo.”

Xia Zuo, upon hearing this, slightly trembled his shoulders. Although he tried to maintain his composure, facing Cole at such a close distance, the overwhelming pressure swept over him, fear tightly constricting his throat, as if an invisible, cold hand was squeezing his heart, leaving him stiff and unable to move.

His fingers should move, should pull the trigger.

But under Cole’s captivating gaze, Xia Zuo’s actions froze, forgetting what he was supposed to do with his hand.

Cole’s eyes rolled a few times, then as if he thought of something, he turned his head to look at Lin You, who was lying on the ground.

‘Should I mum’s the word?’ he silently mouthed, tilting his head towards Xia Zuo, ‘or kill him?’

Lin You thought for a moment and reluctantly shook his head.

‘Beg me?’ Cole regained control, unable to suppress the joy at the corners of his mouth.

Lin You’s expression changed several times, ultimately conceding.

Cole raised an eyebrow, signaling Lin You to choose.

‘Please…’

Lin You whispered this, unwillingly turning his head away.

Cole revealed a satisfied smile, turning back to grasp Xia Zuo’s hand. Xia Zuo had no time to be startled by the slightly lower-than-normal temperature of that hand before Cole pulled the trigger of the tranquilizer gun against his own carotid artery.

Cole finally collapsed to the ground, but Lin You suddenly began to feel gastrointestinal discomfort.