The Merfolk Effect

Arc 1: Chapter of the TongueXie Xishu didn’t know when it started, but he could always feel a strong gaze from behind him.He couldn’t understand why Qi Wu kept staring at him like that. Even without turning around, he could feel that almost tangible gaze.Xie Xishu was the class’s famous bookworm, while Qi Wu was known as the school’s notorious troublemaker. There shouldn’t be any intersection between them.Yet, Qi Wu would always stare at him during class.Eventually, even after class and after school, Xie Xishu would find a tall, gloomy figure trailing behind him.When Xie Xishu finally broke down and grabbed Qi Wu in an alley, demanding an answer out of fear, he got a completely unexpected response.“You’re sweet. You keep giving off a very sweet scent.”Qi Wu replied in a strange tone.“I can barely hold back anymore. Everything else stinks so much it’s driving me mad. Only you smell sweet… Hey, don’t worry. I won’t eat you.”“I just want to lick you.”Perhaps Qi Wu himself didn’t realize that when he made that absurd request, he was already uncontrollably drooling foul saliva at Xie Xishu.At the same time, Xie Xishu clearly saw that inside Qi Wu’s lips, which stretched all the way to his ears, there were rows of densely packed, fishhook-like teeth… and a long, forked tongue.That tongue wavered in the air, twitching nimbly, and with thick saliva, it pressed against Xie Xishu’s neck.“Mmm… So sweet… $#@%! So sweet…”The unfamiliar monster let out a murky sigh.At the moment Xie Xishu screamed and fled, he didn’t know that in the not-so-distant future, he would encounter more twisted and frenzied monsters.And in that sudden apocalypse, the only one who could protect him was Qi Wu.The price Xie Xishu had to pay, of course, was to let Qi Wu’s tongue be satisfied.[Modern Apocalyptic Theme]Literally “tasty” uke X unhinged, half-mad mutant seme who just wants to lick him.

A self-indulgent project. A sweet Western fantasy romance about two dimwits in love. Aiming to finish under 100k words. Might include some foodie elements. Updates sporadically. ======= Ordinary, lazy transmigrator Alan settles in a remote mountain village seven years after crossing worlds. He meets a silent, clumsy man and out of kindness offers him a cup of homemade cream mead. After drinking it, beneath the man’s heavy black cloak, a terrifying scaled tail begins to sway slightly.

**Someone told him,** **To encounter Them...** **Is to "meet joy."** Granny told A Xiu that he had an elder brother. As a child, A Xiu could never understand why he had to call the bones in the urn "Brother," nor why he had to place bowls of rice under the bed every day as offerings, as if that thing truly were his "Brother." He thought it was all just Granny’s delusion. Until Granny finally passed away. Distraught, A Xiu collapsed onto the bed, weeping uncontrollably, when a tall, icy figure slowly pressed down on his small frame, whispering in a hoarse, distorted voice: *"Don’t be afraid... Brother is here."* At last, A Xiu understood Granny’s good intentions. Only by becoming "family" would *It* not harm him. But Granny seemed to have forgotten—becoming family with such a thing came at a price...

Once a defiant youth, Amid golden palaces and jade towers, revelry thrived, With a long sword and short dreams, drenched in naivety. It was the strong wine in his cup, The sweet flowers by the window, The beloved by his side. Thus, he wished to trade his sincerity for deep love. Yet forgot— The world is but an illusion, life a fleeting dream, Beauty fades as swiftly as love withers. In the end, all is void. --- On the day Ji Xueting ascended to the immortal realm, whispers trailed him: *"Look, that’s the man Celestial Lord Tianqu killed to sever worldly ties and attain enlightenment."* Ji Xueting wanted to clarify—Tianqu didn’t kill for enlightenment. He merely used Ji Xueting’s heart to concoct an elixir for ascension. Nothing more. Yet, even Tianqu himself never imagined that after millennia of mortal reincarnations, Ji Xueting would eventually ascend. The crowd eagerly awaits a dramatic reunion, but while Ji Xueting understands their curiosity, he can’t fathom why Tianqu—a being who should have transcended earthly attachments—still clings to their past. *"Whatever I owed you, take it back. I won’t resist,"* the man murmured blankly beneath the Heavenly Gate. Ji Xueting could only force a laugh. *"Sorry... but I truly feel nothing for you now but camaraderie."* Seeing Tianqu’s disbelief, he confessed: *"I ascended by mastering the Path of No Emotion. All love and hatred were refined into cultivation. For you, I feel neither."* --- Three thousand years ago, the mortal Yan Ci and Ji Xueting shared a love so divine that even now, the fully deranged Tianqu fears only one thing: Ji Xueting’s hatred. The mere thought, flickering fleetingly in rare moments of lucidity, drives him to madness again—spitting blood, heart shattered. Soon, he’ll realize even Ji Xueting’s hatred is beyond reach. For the man feels nothing. *["Sorry, the Ji Xueting you seek died three thousand years ago."]*

Allan is an omega with congenital defective pheromone gland development. He was once a famous celebrity, but now he's long past his prime. Raymond has a notorious record of violently mistreating his former omega. Once a high-ranking military officer, he still is. Three years ago, Allan, who had remained single past the legally permitted age, was forcibly matched with Raymond. Mutual dislike was inevitable. Unhappiness was inevitable. Then, right after their honeymoon, Raymond was sent to the front lines. Later, Allan was told that Raymond had died. People called Raymond a hero of humanity because, in his dying moments, he took the Naga with him—most importantly, among them was their supreme commander, the "White Emperor." Allan dutifully mourned Raymond for three years, dreading the day when their marital ties would automatically dissolve, and he’d be thrown back into the matching system. Then, people told Allan that Raymond wasn’t dead—he had returned. Allan wiped his face and resignedly cared for his severely injured, disfigured, and disabled "hero" husband. Gradually, he began to sense something was… off. Why did the resurrected Raymond seem so… so… So much like a *monster*? ============================ “He” told the humans his name was Raymond. “He” claimed to have spent a stagnant hundred years in that temporal void... “He” was, of course, lying. “He” was not Raymond. And “He” had lingered in that void far longer than a hundred years... In truth, “He” had been trapped there for an almost eternal *tens of thousands of years*. Few sentient beings could endure such prolonged torment, even if “He” was the Naga’s White Emperor. Yet, in that endless darkness, “He” had ultimately found His soul and salvation. It was a fragment of data recordings—of Allan from long ago—brought there by humans. In the darkness, “He” gazed obsessively through the footage at that distant human. His beloved, His salvation, His fate. And now, “He” had finally come to his side. …… *"...Was I unkind to you before?"* *"Not really."* *"I’ll treat you well from now on."* *"Focus on healing your brain first... Hmm, what’s this scent on you?"* *"Scent?"* *"It’s... nice."* …… ============ Not sure why, but I suddenly wanted to write an ABO story. Never tried this genre before—a writing experiment + self-indulgence. Should be much lighter than *Different Species*. If I had to label the dynamics... Pale, fragile, neurotic, washed-up celebrity beauty (bottom) × Teary-eyed, pitiful in public, bloodthirsty and ruthless in private, scheming, tentacled non-human (top) (Thanks to readers for summarizing the ML's traits...)