Instruments of lust

With a broad smile, Ming half-opened her eyes and licked the left corner of her mouth. She quickly voiced her earlier thoughts. Mi listened, her expression perfectly calm; her upper body remained unchanged, but her main tentacles instantly became engorged with blood; a little semen oozed out, the pulsation so strong it seemed to cause ripples in her breasts.

"I just ejaculated," Ming said, trying not to let her smile become too lewd. Mi slightly brought her two front legs together, so—at least from the front—her main tentacles wouldn't be so conspicuous.

Ming's own clitoris was also very hard, and her nipples hadn't sunk in, Mi thought, deliberately refraining from commenting.
Earlier, she had been very proactive in making Ming feel ashamed; but in truth, when she felt ashamed because of Ming, her chest and abdomen were filled with waves of pleasure.

Neither of them seemed to have just experienced an orgasm, and having been at it for almost an hour, Ming was now genuinely starting to feel tired. She needed to rest for at least half an hour, and perhaps replenish her energy. Considering these points, Honey, besides using magic to instruct the mud outside the flesh chamber, also told Ming not to get up yet; whether kneeling or lying on the ground, the soreness in Ming's chest and abdomen would increase; even using a soft pit or a frame would yield the same result, Honey thought. She told Ming to continue lying down, adding, "It's best to keep your head on the ground too."

She wanted Ming to lie flat, and she hoped Ming wouldn't worry about whether the posture looked good, "Feeling comfortable is the most important thing," Honey reminded him seriously. Even so, stimulated by Ming's words, Honey was already losing control of her gaze. After struggling for about five seconds, she still stole a glance between Ming's legs, and once again trembled with pleasure at Ming's flushed face.

Reminding herself to behave properly, Honey got up and walked to Ming's right ear.

Quickly, Honey lifted her right leg; the next second, she was practically straddling Ming's face. Although it was to satisfy Ming's expectations, the scene was really a bit awful, Honey thought, not only rude and impolite, but also offensive and humiliating. Although this kind of play could be seen as an extension of the logic of their previous conversation, it was really hard for her to accept that her feeder would do this. So, to avoid seeing the mirror, Honey lowered her head and closed her eyes. Even though she had long realized that Ming liked that kind of situation; being looked down upon by her, even being abused by her.

No, Honey thought, to be precise, it was Ming who liked her and trusted her, which was why he wanted to play this game with her. Reviewing these key points and becoming aware of Ming's various thoughts made Honey's heart race and her whole body heat up again. Ming's situation was similar; his lips touched Honey's main tentacle, his forehead pressed against Honey's breast, and his collarbone and chest supported Honey's buttocks. Ming thought that if her vagina hadn't been blocked by semi-solidified semen, there would definitely have been a lot of vaginal fluid flowing out.

Continuing to lie on her back, she licked the semen from the base and stem of the tentacle into her mouth; it was so hot, Ming thought, but she didn't intend to withdraw her tongue. Honey, with her eyes tightly closed, found it a little difficult to keep her legs steady; being held in Ming's mouth felt very different from being penetrated in the vagina, anus, and rectum.

Honey's body temperature was at most two degrees higher than Ming's, but Ming thought her main tentacles should be over forty degrees. If that were the case, Honey's mouth and nose might be exhaling white smoke; Ming thought that sight was quite convincing, especially since Honey had been panting a lot lately.

Constantly being teased and stimulated like this, Honey thought that even after an orgasm, her body temperature wouldn't cool down. She was trembling from the corners of her mouth to her ears, seemingly in some pain. Honey couldn't completely deny this. After all, she was suppressing the deep-seated urge to thrust into Ming's mouth.

Ming's rapidly secreting saliva, almost as thin as boiling water, mixed with thick semen, quickly filled the space in her mouth. With her tongue teasing it, the semen almost squeezed through every gap between Ming's teeth. Before long, a little white foam appeared on her lips, like thoroughly whipped cream. Ming deliberately raised her head, showing it to Honey for a few seconds.
And this time, Ming thought, the focus was still on the next action. She opened her mouth wide and took the end of the tentacle into her mouth; Honey lowered her ears and slightly opened her mouth. The main tentacle trembled again, releasing a little more semen; the previous movements had been intense, yet not all the semen could be expelled. Ming thought, gently sucking on it; a little semen entered her mouth, about the amount one could hold in one hand, not much, and because it had stayed at the base of the shaft the longest, the flavor was different from what had been ejaculated before.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but it tasted only like honey, which, compared to the semen sticking inside and outside her body, covered in her body odor, was certainly much more precious.

So, Ming didn't swallow it immediately; she planned to hold this semen in her mouth for at least two minutes; since most of it was close to the back of her tongue and throat, she had to deliberately exhale a few times—even let out a soft burp—to push the semen back to near her front teeth.

To fully savor it, Ming thought, she had to inhale little by little. A series of "hissing" and "whooshing" sounds emerged from behind her lips; one after another, bubbles of semen covered the gaps between her teeth and submerged the tip of her tongue. Compared to letting semen pass through her teeth, this method of creating foam was naturally much slower; and Ming inhaled through her mouth and exhaled through her nose, allowing the aroma to spread rapidly; the thoroughness with which it swept over her taste buds, nasal cavity, and head was even greater than when she had just ejaculated, Ming thought. In this respect, she was confident she could call herself an expert.

There was no alcohol content as before, only a strong aroma of semen; and Ming also discovered that in the thinnest corner, there was still a wine-like fragrance; it first disappeared from the sides of her tongue, and finally lingered in her nasal cavity.
"It's not the floral scent from behind me," Ming said indistinctly, "really, it's so sweet." The continuous movement of her tongue and lips caused some foam to be squeezed out of the corners of her mouth; Ming slightly opened her mouth and sucked the translucent bubbles mixed with a few strands of white turbidity under her tongue.

Seeing this, Honey trembled not only in her whiskers and ears, but also from her tail to her nose. She breathed out a breath and couldn't help but gently press and rub Ming's head with her front paws. Carefully feeling Ming's hair, sticky with semen, fills Mi with a warm sensation from her chest and abdomen to her spine.

As for Ming, she revels in imagining herself being trampled underfoot; being completely conquered and enslaved by Mi, who has the appearance of a canine—even imagining Mi carving ownership marks with her claws and teeth—which sends the afterglow of her orgasm surging to a new high.

Now, Ming's hair is even denser than if it were covered in shower gel. Like polished agate, or like the initial mixture of whipped cream and brown sugar, Mi thinks, swallowing hard; even without touching it, just looking at it makes her main tentacles painfully hard.

Tentacle creatures are happy to coat their feeders with their semen, and Mi's biggest worry is that they will cause Ming too much inconvenience and discomfort in order to satisfy their own preferences. Without the green liquid and without the tentacle creatures sticking out their tongues to clean it, those jet-black hair strands are difficult to separate.

If Ming were forcing herself to like that sticky feeling—and if that were the case, Mi couldn't think of a way to apologize. Fortunately, the reality was that Ming not only liked it, but also wanted to immerse her entire head in semen. Although the current feeling was already quite similar, Ming thought it was still a little lacking compared to a pool of semen.

She slowly tilted her head back and saw herself in the mirror. The next second, the image in her mind not only didn't become more restrained, but became even more greedy and pathetic; the absurdity increased, like spitting out a large, murky bubble that enveloped her face and even her entire body. This image was, of course, unreal, especially since the semen bubble was almost completely transparent.

Ming thought that playing like that wouldn't be very comfortable. A more realistic scenario would be her rubbing her armpits and soles of her feet vigorously with both hands in the white and murky swamp, then trying to stuff more semen into her vagina; after her body became more accustomed to the weight of the semen, she would probably go even further than when she made Ling melt.

How did Mi describe her feeder? A leader surpassing the tentacle creatures, a goddess… Ming's memory was a bit hazy, only certain that some parts were quite exaggerated.

Ming recalled this part only to piece together another possible picture. If the tentacle creatures were to create a seat exclusively for her, it wouldn't be pieced together from fleshy pillars, but rather from a large number of semen clumps and sacs; the logic sounded a bit absurd, but that would indeed better reflect her taste and habits. That chair should be very beautiful, Ming thought, the colors and lines inside the fleshy chambers were mostly quite delicate, and it wouldn't look strange even if used in furniture design.

She sketched several possible design drawings in her mind while carefully appreciating the shape of Mi's tentacles. As for the semen in her mouth, Ming thought, first stir it with her tongue for about ten seconds, then raise the tip of her tongue and smear the not-so-thin semen on each tooth. During this process, she had many thoughts; however, busy controlling her mouth, she not only had no time to carefully chew on the previous thoughts, but also found it difficult to fully put the emotions she received into words.

The intensely nuanced sensations within Mi's semen often interrupted Ming's thoughts. Ming felt as if her mind had truly gone blank, she thought, squinting her eyes. Completely intoxicated, she sucked several times with "plop" and "pop" sounds.

Mi stretched her neck, almost crying out. After several orgasms, her body had become more sensitive than before; so she chose to completely hide some of her reactions. Otherwise, Mi thought, her grotesque behavior might appear completely unadorned; it had been over half a century since she had properly examined her moans. She had originally thought that Ming would only give her a chance to cry out after giving birth to Lu. But now, she felt that Ming might completely conquer her tonight.

Thinking this, Mi's heart raced, and the pulsation on her main tentacles immediately intensified; besides striking Ming's tongue and teeth, it almost vibrated through Ming's hard jaw and nasal cavity. Now, the engorgement of the main tentacles was about the same as before ejaculation; as Ming's breathing became somewhat rapid, she carefully felt it with her lips, the inside of her mouth, and even the base of her tongue. If she put in a little more effort, perhaps she could make Honey climax again within two minutes; twice in a row within an hour, Ming thought, Honey would melt too, right?

Although it was a little hard to imagine the process and the result, making Honey melt seemed even more remarkable than making Leng melt; despite her high spirits, Ming reminded herself to be more restrained.

Ming closed her eyes and moved her lips; first, she let her tongue cover her lower teeth, then she brought the inside of her mouth closer together. After making a few "pop" and "snap" sounds that were no less than pulling out a cork, she finally spat out Honey's main tentacles completely.

Honey, with her ears perked up, almost jumped as she left Ming's face; she carefully placed her right hind leg near Ming's right shoulder. After making sure that the next position would not be as impolite as before, Honey turned to the right and sat down.

Ming, tilting her head back, swallowed the semen in her mouth in two gulps; the first gulp was the largest, practically forced down. As for the second gulp, Ming thought she would be more delicate; first, she would lick off the semen stuck to her lips and teeth with her tongue, then slowly lift her tongue to let the semen slide down her throat.

Almost a minute later, Ming lowered her head. Almost simultaneously, Mi stretched her neck. With a "squeak," their mouths touched. Mi, turning her head slightly, used her beard and the coarse hair around her mouth to tickle Ming's lips and nose. Ming first closed her right eye tightly, then quickly opened her mouth and laughed.

Almost no semen remained in Ming's mouth, Mi thought, her beard standing on end. Besides rubbing vigorously, Mi was also inhaling the scent deep within Ming's mouth and nasal cavity.

Seeing her semen being drunk by Ming, the feeling of "becoming one" wasn't as intense as when she had put the tentacle suit on her earlier. But the thought of Ming actively licking and swallowing, and recalling how Ming had arched her lower body and spread her buttocks, excited Mi so much that she closed her eyes tightly and trembled all over.

About ten seconds later, Mi began to feel dizzy; Ming's scent, her moans, the smell of her breast milk, and a series of complex tactile sensations—from various parts of Ming's body—were still intensifying, making Mi's memories more vivid and colorful. Various images in her mind were woven together randomly yet tightly, making her feel as if every cell in her body was being intensely impacted.

And after being cleansed multiple times, what finally danced on its own was a nearly pure white area in her chest. It was less a soul and more a repressed consciousness; belonging to her youth, perhaps before she separated from Fanno; Mi was aware of this, but didn't think about it further. She had originally planned to savor all of this before going to sleep. The lingering afterglow of the climax, and Ming's lips, would inevitably bring these memories back again; thinking of this, Mi stuck out her tongue again. Now aroused again, her breath was incredibly hot; the heat and itching sensations within her body were once again uncontrollable.

After taking a few deep breaths, Mi's head cooled down slightly. However, an unspeakable thought quickly became clear in her mind: to touch Ming's belly with her main tentacles, rubbing the area around his navel until it was bright red. The sensation and the image, Mi thought, would be quite interesting. Then, she would aim for Ming's navel and chest again and ejaculate!

Of course, that would be very pleasurable, but doing such a thing to a pregnant woman, Mi thought, was far too rough. She quickly shook her head, banishing the image from her mind. At this moment, the gloom on Mi's face had greatly diminished, while the lecherous feeling had multiplied several times.

Difficult to reconcile with the impression of their first meeting, Ming thought, Mi had become more like a tentacle creature again. To some extent, this was what not only Ming but also the other tentacle creatures desired. Ming was very happy, but not to the point of tears. She thought there must be many more goals she hadn't yet achieved.

Ming had always admired their struggles with various fantasies and their adorable expressions when their sexual desires were satisfied. So in the past two weeks alone, Mi had often seen her encouraging the other tentacle creatures to be more honest and express their individuality; seemingly to satisfy their own desires, but in reality, moral considerations always came first.

Especially since each tentacle creature enjoyed a great deal of freedom, Mi thought, not entirely indulgent, this was Ming's most remarkable quality; this aspect of her personality alone far surpassed their initial ideal of a feeder.

And Mi had only analyzed half of it when her expression became more exaggerated than before. Obviously because she was too happy, she thought. First, she withdrew her tongue, then used all her strength to sharpen her eyes again; she reminded herself that she had already brought Ming to orgasm so many times, she should be more restrained now.

And less than three seconds later, she unconsciously started kicking her four legs again. In her eyes, Ming was not only radiant, but also a being capable of shaking the entire flesh chamber with a smile.

For a long time, Mi felt as if she wasn't standing on the ground, but floating in mid-air; at this moment, there wasn't even the slightest heaviness or soreness in her body, as if all the shackles binding her soul had been broken.

She had longed for this moment for a long time; without any worry or panic, only endless happiness and peace. But when the dream actually came true, she didn't get into the mood quickly. Now, she had completely recovered. This feeling of being able to taste a lot of fragrance with every breath, Mi thought, was truly incredible. She

should feel more grounded, but she felt as if her body was so light that a gentle breeze could blow her over; even if her more delicate nose accidentally touched the ground first, she wouldn't frown for long. Mi's mood was just that good, and recalling the wonderful experience made her feel as if she was melting from the depths of her mind.
Mi, who used to seem sullen and unhappy, now looked radiant, as if her spirits had been healed by more than 80%. Ming felt incredibly honored that her body could bring them so much; touching her belly at the same time amplified this feeling. As always, she couldn't help but feel proud.

Ming had long realized that this wasn't entirely due to her own prowess. Compared to humans, tentacle creatures were more likely to appreciate and cherish everything; perhaps, Ming thought, only tentacle creatures would be so satisfied with her actions.

Human emotions—especially after climax—seemed to be mostly less than ideal; these were all hearsay, and Ming wasn't truly certain about much. She'd only lost her virginity less than a month ago, she thought. Before meeting the tentacle creatures, her life wasn't centered around this. She often forgot this herself.

What Ming was certain of was that she would only be with tentacle creatures; in terms of both physical and emotional nourishment, they were impeccable. Thinking like this, Ming thought, seemed to be deliberately indicating her intention to distance herself from ordinary humans. In any case, among the tentacle creatures, her various special qualities had become common knowledge.

Ming was thinking about these slightly trivial matters to postpone another serious issue: if she were to ask Mi to talk about the past now, it might drag things back to the way they were earlier; so should she postpone it until tomorrow, or a week later? And even if she did it a hundred more times with Mi, this problem wouldn't be any easier to handle, would it? Ming thought.

Although the necessity still existed, she had only known Mi for less than a month, and asking her to explain all her past experiences—including the deepest troubles buried in her heart—at once would be considered inconsiderate. Thinking of this, Ming frowned deeply. Just as she was trying to think of a better solution, Mi, sticking out her tongue, began to lick her left side.

Ming, interrupted in her thoughts, pulled her arms in and cried out. Mi licked vigorously while sniffing deeply. Ming couldn't bite her lips anymore because she was tickled by Mi's breath and burst out laughing.

Soon, Mi licked her navel. Activating her cleaning mode, she cleaned up all the semen around Ming's mouth in half a minute. Now, Ming's stomach was very dry, glistening with an oily sheen.

Honey first licked the right corner of her mouth, then slowly moved to the left. Clearly, she wasn't satisfied. So, she quickly lowered her head to lick Ming's groin. Besides carefully feeling every pubic hair, Honey couldn't help but use the tip of her tongue to flick at Ming's clitoris and labia.

Ming cried out, pulling her limbs up. Honey inhaled deeply through her nose, whispering, "You're really, really cute."

Between her tongue and clitoris, there was a thick, cloudy thread; it almost snapped from Honey's breath, then swayed violently due to Ming's tremors.

Honey bent over, tucking her neck in; because her main tentacles were still very hard, she had to keep her four legs almost touching to prevent herself from rubbing her lower body against Ming's again.

The thick, silky thread connecting the clitoris was quickly licked away by Honey. Slowly raising her head, she first exhaled small, intermittent breaths, then inhaled deeply; ignoring her own body, she only savored Ming's scent. Each time, during this simple process, Honey would tremble with pleasure.

After roughly cleaning between Ming's legs, Honey placed her chin on Ming's stomach; first rubbing her left cheek, then her left ear and left side of her neck. Ming, who almost cried out, held her breath. Almost half a minute later, she exhaled a large breath; the sweat on her stomach was instantly absorbed by Honey's fur.
To make Ming more comfortable, Honey lowered the room temperature. Honey had only just turned her right front paw to the right, and before her tail had even wagged three times, the environment already felt like an air-conditioned room.

The wind wasn't blowing directly on her, so Ming thought, "No need to worry about respiratory discomfort."

The room temperature had changed slightly, but the flowers should be able to adapt; perhaps the temperature in that small area was different from the rest, Ming guessed. She admitted that she hadn't really observed it carefully, mainly because she was too lazy to move; the weakness after strenuous exercise finally crept over her entire body. Since her eyelids didn't feel heavy, Ming wasn't ready to just lie down and sleep. To check her physical condition, she squinted her eyes several times, even closing them for more than ten seconds. She didn't even feel like yawning, Ming thought, so she only needed to rest a little.

At this moment, her mind, which seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, automatically abstracted all the information she had received earlier: a sticky and warm substance—with a texture like cream and radiating light—first met with several waves of heat within her body, then slid together to the depths of her chest and abdomen; apart from the afterglow of the orgasm, the scent of herself and Mi, the smell of semen around her, and the temperature and texture of the floor of the flesh-filled room all became the material for this brief daydream. More complex than the hot chocolate Ni made earlier, Ming thought, taking a deep breath. As for the temperature of the vase behind her and the ground, she decided to touch them later.

The atmosphere was so relaxed that even Mi felt weak all over. And there was a subtle gentleness in Ming's smile. She didn't seem like a high school student, Mi thought.

Ming, who could become a feeder, was already ahead of many young people in terms of mind; and it was precisely because of becoming a feeder that Mi's growth in the past month had been nothing short of leapfrog. Mi still felt a lot of guilt about this.
At this moment, Ming frowned again. Finally mustering her courage, she opened her eyes wide and said, "Last time—about your past, I want to hear more of the story." Because of her nervousness, her words sounded a little hesitant, but she had expressed herself clearly enough.

After hearing this, the fur on Mi's back immediately stood on end. Her tail drooped, and she lowered her head; besides avoiding Ming's eyes, she seemed to want to lick her front paws again.

Many of Mi's reactions were within Ming's expectations; and even though many of them had appeared before, Ming still felt a chill from his chest to his fingertips.

It felt like this carefully decorated little room had been filled with a huge pile of sour, pungent ice; completely ruining the mood, Ming thought, and it would be difficult to salvage; if it were just a minor mistake—especially sexually—they could laugh it off.

It was precisely because of these concerns that she had waited until now to bring it up; and since she couldn't see any other time more suitable to discuss these things, Ming didn't intend to back down her request unless Mi was adamant.
Before looking at Mi, she took a deep breath; Ming thought that as the caretaker, showing fear would only add pressure to Mi. Besides her insistence, Ming's posture, voice, and eyes conveyed a desire for understanding; she wanted to understand Mi better and offer her comfort.

If necessary, Ming would express these thoughts. And she believed Mi had already sensed them. Often, what Ming offered and cared about could easily be categorized as abstract or formal. She might even seem cheap and immature due to a lack of life experience.

Ming's conscience told her that now was the time to give her all, without reservation; not only because she had become Mi's caretaker, but also because she was currently by Mi's side. At least, she could try to become Mi's best friend. This was quite different from the superior-subordinate relationship Mi had initially imagined; judging from the current situation, everything was moving in a better direction. Besides, Mi was a mature person, and directly addressing her vulnerability in this way shouldn't be too much; Ming hoped she hadn't misjudged anything.

Mi remained silent, and Ming, biting her lip, was so nervous that she was sweating profusely again.

Fortunately, Mi's seemingly very sad expression only lasted a very short time this time. In less than five seconds, she perked up her ears again; after the shadow on her face had almost disappeared, she twitched her nostrils and said, "Okay, but—"

She stared at her left forefoot, as if embarrassed to speak. Too formal, Ming thought, this wasn't the reaction of someone who had just spoken so many heartfelt words.

Ming reached out her right hand and grasped Honey's cheek. She used a little more force, compelling Honey to look up; but Ming quickly realized she wasn't used to making such frivolous gestures. The atmosphere didn't seem quite right either, Ming thought, feeling a chill run through her chest and abdomen. Less than a second later, she moved to Honey's chin; the hair there was not only somewhat coarse but also rather uneven. So the richness of the texture was no less than that of the soles of her feet, Ming thought, using her fingertips, the back of her hand, and her wrist to feel Honey's beard, cheek, and neck.

Ming especially liked the skin near the roots of the beard; the soft texture, the intricate lines, were a perfect match for the long, thin beard. Previously, she often rubbed her breasts against it. But now that Honey was busy thinking, Ming chose to be gentler.

Almost ten seconds later, Honey finally spoke again: "Before that, I hope Ming can do three things with me." She was willing to fulfill Ming's request, but with conditions. And not just one thing, Mi thought, knowing she was being unreasonable; to be so rude to her feeder just to relax herself—this wasn't how a leader of tentacle creatures should act!

Unlike Mi's struggle, Akira's lips curled into a quick smile. Clearly—as before—she really liked Mi like this. For a while, she'd felt she hadn't been considerate enough to Mi. Now, Mi was asking for more compensation and service, Akira thought, which was only natural.

And what Mi was about to bring up would probably be related to sex again; that would certainly ease the atmosphere considerably, Akira thought, a warm feeling rising in her chest. Mi had already sensed her welcome, but was still fiercely battling her inner guilt. It would probably be another ten seconds before Mi spoke again.

Akira, though eagerly anticipating it, chose to clench her teeth, keeping her features perfectly still; it felt as if she were framed by a pile of heavy iron plates, and if she didn't, her smile would definitely look lewd. It would be terrible if she accidentally dampened Mi's enthusiasm, Akira thought, continuing to clench her teeth.

After multiple climaxes, more sexual intimacy followed, but Ming's conscience didn't loudly protest. It seemed that even though it had been actively complaining, it also understood romance; or perhaps it had been severely corrupted, gradually becoming a harlot, Ming thought, staring at the mirror. At that moment, she seemed to see a projection of her conscience—a girl exactly like herself, only with a more righteous expression—sticking out her tongue vigorously.

It was actually denying the accusations with a huge grimace, Ming thought, raising her eyebrows; the more this thing did, the more she wanted to sully it. Soon, Ming's nipples and clitoris were engorged with blood. And she thought her expression hadn't revealed much; the trick was to slightly raise the corners of her mouth early on, using a smile to cover everything. Besides the scent already conveying enough meaning, the grinding of her four secondary tentacles broke the silence.
Before Honey could even finish speaking, the secondary tentacles connected to Ming's back and hands were already throbbing with excitement. Like they came from the deep sea or some remote river basin, Ming thought, looking at them and saying, "They're really hideous."

Honey only felt a little relaxed after Ming completely looked away.

"First," Honey said, her tone and eyes gentle, "let me lick all the semen off you."
This was a service every tentacle creature should do for its feeder—also known as "snack" by the silkworms—and, contrary to usual, Honey was quick; she cleaned her hair especially fast, clearly worried that Ming would feel uncomfortable from being covered in semen for too long.

Ming thought that having her pores exposed again felt so good that she wanted to stretch her body. It felt even cleaner than taking a bath; and the thought that "if I keep doing this, they'll get sick sooner or later" quickly made her feel guilty.

Honey, her left foreleg slightly turned to the right, almost laughed as she said, "Next, please put this on, Ming."
Put it on? Ming thought, she was naked now, so Honey probably wouldn't prepare something like a badge. It probably wouldn't be an earring either, since Ming didn't have pierced ears. Unless it was clip-on, she guessed, it was probably a necklace or a hat. Knowing Honey had a penchant for accessories, it felt quite novel.

The thing Honey pulled out from the crack in the ground was made up of a pile of chunks and slices of flesh. It didn't look like a hat, more like a helmet, Ming thought; it wasn't small, probably weighing about the same as a safety helmet. The green parts on both sides were very crystalline and plump, the moisture inside probably not more than the fleshy pillars, but there were many net-like patterns, which were most likely nerve tissue.

Honey lowered her beard and said, "I want to see with you, your body, your body, your body."

She stammered very badly, almost like Ling. Ming thought, it couldn't be "body hair" or "body fluids," those had already been clearly displayed before Honey's eyes. If you had to see with your eyes, it could only be "inside," through tentacles? Very likely, Ming thought. And since Honey was having trouble saying it, it meant that her request now would be more outrageous than what she had done before; that was exactly what Ming was waiting for!

Ming, her eyes half-open and eyes brimming with anticipation, propped herself up on her hands. She mimicked Mi's earlier actions, breathing heavily as she spoke softly.

After about ten seconds, Ming stretched her neck, took Mi's left ear into her mouth, and asked, "What's inside me?"
Mi only twitched her ears a few times, not answering immediately. Ming rubbed her left cheek with her chin, saying, "Tell me, tell me—"

Ming knew she was pushing her luck; the role reversal was too quick, but this free shift of control, Ming thought, was the most fun part of interacting with tentacle creatures.

Mi opened her mouth wide, exhaled; sticking out her tongue, she licked Ming's left corner of her mouth vigorously, and her heartbeat began to slow down. Based on Ming's previous experience, when interacting with tentacle creatures, as long as she followed her instincts, she always got good results. Now, Mi didn't try to avoid them more vehemently, nor did she show any signs of sullenness; this indicated that she actually longed for Ming to be more proactive in showing concern. As for whether she would be too offended, Mi wasn't worried at all from the beginning.

Knowing that her behavior had suited Mi's tastes, Ming not only breathed a sigh of relief but also couldn't help but hug Mi. Ming's lips were turned up in a wide smile, almost like a wicked character. Mi took a breath against her chest and said, "The dew in your uterus and the semen in your intestines—I want you to see them too."

Seeing Ming's eyes widen, Mi quickly explained, "Ah—Vano has designed a X-ray vision device that is not only harmless to the user but also easy to operate."

She had already revealed enough, and judging from Ming's raised eyebrows, Mi knew she needed to clarify: "Through it, Ming can directly see her own organs."

At this point, she became hesitant to look Ming in the eye. After more than five seconds of silence, Mi spoke again: "It's definitely much clearer than ultrasound!"

In fact, Ming had already understood; she just spent some time confirming whether her initial understanding was completely consistent with what Mi wanted to express.

And it really did mean exactly what it said, Ming thought; it was indeed very heavy-handed, and after hearing it, she didn't know what to say.

Once again, Ming was stunned. She still found it hard to imagine how to operate that kind of machine, although according to Mi's description, it shouldn't actually take much time.

If Ming continued to remain silent, Mi might be so embarrassed that she wanted to escape from the meat room. It took Ming more than five seconds to realize this, and after coughing hard, she said, "Okay, but—" She frowned, covering her navel with both hands, "I'm worried that you'll see a lot of dirty things."

Mi knew what she meant, but raised her chin and widened her eyes; this expression, which was hard to tell whether it was indifference or a willingness to accept everything, made Ming feel both nervous and heartbroken.

After all, it's the intestines, and the previous meal wasn't that long ago. Ming figured the food in her stomach had probably already left the stomach. Judging from the bulging of her belly, the semen had definitely reached the small intestine, which is very close to the stomach!

The enema effect of the meat chunks is different from human medications. It's said to preserve the beneficial bacteria in the intestines, which is very good for the body, but at most it might only cleanse the large intestine; that beautiful and smelly semen was probably mostly heavily contaminated. Thinking of this, Ming broke out in a cold sweat again. Although Mi knew what she was nervous about, she still looked like she was about to drool with anticipation.

Mi couldn't offer much assurance about what Ming mentioned. Knowing this, Mi simply focused the conversation on the instrument mentioned earlier: "This helmet, though modern in appearance, is actually Vanno's most original design. It can project images clearer than ultrasound, requiring only a small amount of energy. Of course, there's still room for improvement, but in terms of basic functionality, it's quite complete. It only creates small projections in Ming's eyes, so it's very safe—"

Ming was quite interested in everything Mi mentioned. And this high-tech product could actually have been created in the late 19th century. Those currently working on developing similar equipment would likely have very mixed feelings upon learning this.

After using it a few times, Ming thought that she might understand the human body better than a medical student before she even reached adulthood. She didn't really care how likely that was. What was certain was that a large part of Ming's mind had been influenced by Mi's emotions; although she was eager to experience it, she tried her best not to show it due to her anxiety about her intestines.

Furthermore, Mi already knew about the uses of ultrasound in modern medicine; clearly, Vanno had conducted similar research. It's highly likely that she initiated the investigation after Ming became pregnant with Lu. When Mi left the Flesh Chamber, besides visiting the forest park, she might have also stopped by the hospital; Ming thought it wouldn't take long to see a doctor perform an ultrasound on a pregnant woman in the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Mi could share the projection with Ming simply by connecting one of her tentacles to the hole on the back of the helmet. If it weren't for the fact that these parts were primarily composed of biological tissue, the mechanical feel of this action would be extremely strong.

There were slight pulsations inside the helmet, and even the temperature was very close to that of a human; holding it in her hand, Ming thought, would feel like grasping an organ larger than a human liver.

As for the details of Ming's internal organs, Ling, who had previously activated the guard mode, should have already explored them very thoroughly. Earlier, when Mi transformed into the tentacle suit, she had even touched the depths of Ming's bone marrow. If it was just for examination, there was no need to rely on this helmet, Ming thought.

From another perspective, observing through skin and flesh is still outside the realm of vision. Strictly speaking, Mi and Ling would have to rely on their imaginations to determine the colors of her internal organs. So they might not feel satisfied, Ming thought, and she could understand it somewhat.

Besides, Mi was also very curious about her reaction. This kind of play might bring a much stronger sense of shame than words; realizing this, Ming began to feel excited again. Although the corners of her mouth were already upturned, her breasts and back were sweating again.

Even without mentioning the intestines, Ming was still a little nervous. Previously, both Si and Ni had praised her uterus. Her ovaries had also received praise from Si, Ming thought, and her neck and ears turned red. This time, she had the opportunity to see other internal organs: liver, kidneys, spleen, etc.; Ming was unsure if her mind could handle it.

When Mi transformed into the tentacle suit, she only said that the exposed area was a bit off. She didn't mention any other problems, Ming thought, which meant that the accumulation of toxins in her body was below average. Normally, she rarely worried about these things. But now, to expose such deep areas, even details such as the distribution of fat in her abdomen made her so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat.

Honey, extending her right foreleg, pointed to the left side of the helmet and said, "The green tissue on the left is the helmet's control mechanism. Actually, this part works quite similarly to a touch mouse. First, bring your left index finger as close to the center as possible; press and hold, then slide it down, and the image will move to a deeper level. Continue this action to project even deeper images. Moving your finger in the opposite direction will return you to the surface."

Honey explained very carefully, as if she had suddenly become a department store sales clerk. It was clear how much she was looking forward to this.

Honey bit her tongue, trying to keep her lips from turning up too wide. Wagging her tail a few times, she continued in the same friendly tone, "There's also a green fleshy lump on the right, almost identical in appearance to the left, but its main function is to focus attention and adjust dramatic elements. These two things sound very different, and they weren't originally designed to work together, but considering practical benefits, I connected them.

"By nature, most people experience excessive psychological pressure when they see too many details of their own bodies at once. To avoid this, it's best if you slide your right index finger upwards from the beginning. This way, the projection will skip over the more complex blood vessels and muscle tissue. To put it bluntly, it's embellishment, but I prefer the term 'adjust dramatic elements.'"

Ming didn't quite understand Honey's last insistence, but the helmet's previous design was clearly for the user's comfort; this meticulous care was the main reason why Ming accepted most of their suggestions. Regardless of what she ultimately received from them and what changes it would bring to her, Ming thought; even so, she still pouted.

With her left cheek pressed to the ground, Akira said in a slightly awkward tone, "Honey knew this from the beginning, yet she still suggested it."

If Akira were facing any other tentacle creature, she might have added, "You're so lecherous" or "You're so bad." But since the object of her attention was Honey, Akira felt it would be a while before she could make such comments to her so frequently, she thought, narrowing her eyes.

Honey lowered her ears and lay on the ground; with her two front paws covering her nose, she seemed genuinely reflecting on her actions. Akira could still tell that the scene before her was quite different from the pressure she usually felt. This time, more than 70% of Honey's true feelings were just putting on an act to achieve her main purpose.

She really was a tentacle creature; thinking of this, Akira couldn't even feign anger; she was overjoyed that she could relieve Honey of the pressure of sharing past memories.

Besides feeling a huge sense of relief, she also felt like she had gotten a bargain; Akira realized that this way of thinking seemed a bit problematic. Once again, she shifted her attention—

"This helmet has so many uses," Ming said, pleased to know there was such a useful thing in the flesh chamber. It must have many more complex functions, like indicating which muscles are overused, or detecting areas that haven't been exercised in a long time and are gradually deteriorating; perhaps it could even show which organ will be the first to fail as a person ages.

Mi only mentioned the most basic functions so far, clearly not wanting to put too much pressure on Ming. Knowing too much about health is never a good thing; this is usually a pessimistic thought that only the elderly have, but it wasn't at the core of Ming's mind at the moment. Because the design of the see-through helmet was almost unfair, she thought, she was a little scared.

No need to apply any liquid, no need to have anything on her stomach; Ming didn't even need to look down at her stomach. She just needed to maintain her original position and lie quietly. It felt like playing a legendary virtual reality game, Ming thought, and began to feel more relaxed.

The helmet's inner layer was soft and would automatically adjust to her head shape; the outer layer felt slightly cool to the touch, somewhat like konjac. It was much lighter than she had imagined, and the pressure was less than the helmets her father had bought for her before. First and foremost, it was risk-free, and then it was comfortable; the latter, though important, made Ming a little doubtful, because Mi had previously said that this was "Vanno's original design."

So, the person who created the tentacle creatures hoped long ago that their feeders would be comfortable wearing the helmet? Ming had thought he wasn't empathetic; besides his often inexplicable emotional reactions to Xiao Mi, he was also someone who used magic to extract his own emotions and memories.

From the previous story, it seemed that Vanno had no wife or lover. Furthermore, he never savored the taste of his food and often spent the entire day in his research lab; though these were small details, they revealed how indifferent he was to sensory pleasures and how disdainful he was of companionship. Or had he changed later? Ming thought she would only know the details of these things after some time.

Before that, one thing became particularly clear; Ming could almost understand the attitudes of the Great Sages towards Vanno. She didn't like Vanno much either; his appearance wasn't important, it was mainly his attitude towards the tentacle creatures; he never seemed to truly act like a father, or at least like a friend to them.

Considering Mi's complex feelings for Vanno, Ming wouldn't voice these thoughts. In many ways, Ming was grateful that she only had to deal with the tentacle creatures now, not this eccentric creator.
Ming extended her index fingers and lightly poked at the fleshy visor of the helmet; it wasn't goggles, though the shape resembled them, it wasn't transparent. Since she could continue lying down, she also felt like she was enjoying some kind of service. After Mi created a recliner that conformed to her body's contours, the small room began to resemble a hotel suite.

As things stood, it didn't feel very academic, Ming thought. After listening to the explanation, she also noticed a key point: Mi hadn't used the word "lens."

The helmet was so far from her stomach, yet it could capture details inside the abdominal cavity; Ming thought, perhaps the moment she stepped into the fleshy chamber, all the information inside her body was scanned and recorded by the surrounding flesh.

If Mi were to explain this, it would definitely be a lengthy explanation. For this reason, Ming decided to look into it later. She wasn't particularly worried or outraged by the scans so close to her body; although she frowned, she wasn't truly surprised.

Ming couldn't help but wonder: if scanning the inside of the body meant that some of the flesh actually functioned as cameras?

She wanted to recall the first time she encountered the silk and mud; although the experience wasn't as pleasant as it was now, it could serve as a slightly more intense side dish. How did they react mentally and physically when they saw those scenes? Constantly calculating such things, truly befitting a feeder; Ming thought, it seemed a bit too rudimentary. Basically
, any problem could be detected early with this helmet; it meant that after a while, she should let her parents go into the meat room under the illusion; Ming didn't think further about this.

Apparently, omitting the fat made the image exceptionally clear. The cross-section was not only clean and crisp but also blurred; it didn't feel like it had been cut open with a knife, but more like a piece of a 3D module being removed.

Now, it felt as if Ming was viewing her internal organs through a thin layer of glass or plastic. She could clearly see her uterus and the surrounding ligaments, prompting her to exclaim, "So this is how complex things are!" "

That's why the uterus is actually a very stable organ, especially since you're young," Mi said, her breath warming.

Since her intestines were also within the helmet's focus, Ming could vaguely see a patch of red and white tissue behind them. She had initially thought her internal organs would be even darker due to academic pressure and the current air quality; food processing and agricultural production methods also carried too many hidden toxins that she couldn't avoid. Fortunately, it seemed none of that had caused her too much negative impact.

Many of the parts Ming saw were not only soft and moist, but also had a coral-like sheen; she had never imagined her organs could be described like that. Very healthy, Ming thought, she should first thank her parents; and thankfully, she had exercised well and maintained a balanced diet before high school—although this was probably the main reason she grew so tall and her breasts became so large.

Ming was curious whether her classmate's internal organs were the same as hers; it wasn't just about dietary habits, but also differences in personality, genes, and living environment—all of which could have an impact. Ming thought that although there were many research institutions in the world, only by cutting open the abdomen could such clear observations be achieved; and this helmet could be taken outside the meat room, allowing for close observation at any time, completely surpassing all published instruments in the world.

Although she hadn't figured out more uses yet, Ming was certain that this helmet was extremely valuable. More useful than getting precious metals from them, Ming thought, and less guilty about it.

She carefully stroked the fleshy mass covering her eyes and made sure the tentacles at the back of her head were firmly inserted. After almost three minutes, she realized something: she should use this thing to take better care of her sister.

"That guy used to stay up late studying all the time, and lately he seems to be having trouble sleeping," Ming said softly. "Although my sister is still young, her liver probably isn't in better shape than mine." A while ago, Ming had even given her a bunch of her food; this might have affected her sleep quality.

Before realizing this, Ming had found doing such things quite amusing; she even felt a sense of pleasure because her sister's gaze—whether it was contempt or worry, there was a strong air of self-importance about it—always bothered her. Now, she only felt sorry for her sister, while she herself was almost crushed by guilt. This wasn't good for Lu either, Ming thought, reminding herself to calm down quickly.

Mi had heard Ming's words clearly but hadn't responded. They usually didn't pay much attention to Ming's sister; not for any particular reason, just because Ming interacted more with her parents and teachers.

Could some people's bad habits really lead to the physiological effects described in the book? And what about the organs and brains of adults who seemed to have a hard life? Although these thoughts flashed through her mind, Ming didn't have an urgent desire to find out; as at the beginning, she was just a little curious. She wasn't even sure if she would use this thing more frequently when she got older, or if she would be too afraid to use it at all.

Before taking that step, she should be more mentally prepared, otherwise she might suffer a lot of setbacks. Knowing that further thought would be too complicated, she should just focus on her body for now. Next, she wanted to observe her ovaries, but couldn't help looking at the nearby liver, kidneys, spleen, and other organs.

At first, through her skin, she saw a complex array of muscle lines. After a patch of uneven red, there were many areas of bluish, whitish, and yellowish hues. After about five seconds, more than half of them became transparent; it seemed the helmet was pre-programmed to lock onto the uterus and intestines from the start, and other organs were quickly and deliberately ignored or simplified. The deeper, more

complex colors, and those organs—from certain angles—that would obscure the intestines and uterus, were now just a cluster of almost completely transparent outlines. It felt like a bubble about to burst, Ming thought. Now, she had to squint to see them.

For the first five seconds, Ming felt a little uncomfortable; it was as if a bunch of her internal organs had been removed, she couldn't help but think, and thus she gritted her teeth and broke out in a cold sweat. After spending almost a minute getting used to the scene before her, she continued to adjust the projection to a deeper level; even the almost completely transparent outline disappeared, and smaller organs such as the gallbladder and bile ducts were already completely transparent.

Even that thing called the pubic symphysis, Ming thought, her lips trembling slightly as she said, "They're all gone."
Mi rubbed her right shoulder with the top of her head and said, "Don't worry, they're still in their original positions. It's just that this makes the image much simpler."

Unlike Ming, Mi had been completely absorbed in the scene before her. Because she was so focused on the details of muscles and blood vessels, Mi thought, she only realized now how nervous Ming was.

Ming already knew the answer, but still deliberately spoke. Hearing Mi's voice made him feel much better, Ming thought, gently touching Mi's ear with his chin.

There couldn't be light inside the body, but the projection of her internal organs on the helmet made it seem as if the organs themselves were emitting light; although Ming raised her eyebrows, she didn't find the scene surreal. Born in the modern world, even if she didn't often switch to intellectual media, she had unconsciously become accustomed to viewing 3D depictions of the human body. In those kinds of visual works, the internal environment was usually depicted as extremely bright to facilitate the transmission of information. The projection Ming was seeing now was much clearer than those images.

This could not only be used in medicine but also greatly improve the quality of related teaching. However, unlike the emotions during sex, Ming wasn't being seen by many people about her uterus or intestines; even with processing, these images were extremely private. She only wanted to share these images with the tentacle creatures; this standard was somewhat subtle, and insisting on it wouldn't make her seem any more innocent.

Ming knew all this, but there was no reason to change it. Their dependence on illusions would continue. Whether or not she showed these images to anyone other than the tentacle creatures was merely a scenario designed in her mind from the beginning.

Pregnant with Lu, her uterus was stretched quite large; for Ming, who looked in the mirror every day, often looked down and touched her belly, and had even been so heavy that she couldn't sit up in bed, this was naturally obvious. But seeing a whole world of red through her belly still left her speechless. The projection

didn't skip over her intestines, but Ming's eyes were only on her own uterus. Its curvature and area were truly exaggerated! She thought, no wonder it's the organ that nurtures children. Busy processing the various emotions in her mind, she forgot to swallow and broke out in a lot of sweat. This time it wasn't cold sweat, but it was slightly different from the feeling she had when making love with them before. This sweat, neither too sour nor particularly fragrant, was mostly absorbed by the recliner, with only a small portion dissipating into the air.

Once again, Honey fed Ming a drink. Not relying on tentacles, Honey thought, but rather mouth-to-mouth as before. Ming gulped down the water and other liquids Honey offered. He had no time to stroke Honey's head with his hands, and barely controlled his tongue.

Ming's right index finger slid down slightly, leaving a pale yellow mark on the green plate on the right side of her helmet. In less than a second, she saw the blood vessels in her abdomen; repeating the action several times, minimizing the embellishments, she could finally see her arteries and veins. Not only that, but the surrounding muscles, capillaries, and even nerves became incredibly clear.

At first, Ming was somewhat resistant due to her many worries. Now, however, she was completely fascinated. After all, she hadn't focused on her intestines yet, making her want to watch like this all day. Recalling her previous speculations about the intestinal environment, she frowned deeply.

Previously, Ming had never been this focused when watching programs that explored the human body. This wasn't 3D animation, and she was the protagonist, so naturally, she felt the information before her was extremely important.

As for whether she was overly narcissistic, Ming didn't actively deny it. She genuinely loved her body, especially her uterus; Silk and Mud had both been there, and now it was responsible for Lu's rebirth. Its allure far surpassed other organs, Ming thought. One day, Honey and Cold would come in too, right? A few years later, Silk's child would be conceived here; or perhaps Silk would conceive her child.

Who would come first, and how many times, was still uncertain, Ming thought. And noticing that the ideal size of the outline in her mind was much larger than before, she felt incredibly excited.

Seeing Silk's pregnant belly, Ming would definitely feel both heartache and a sense of accomplishment. This conflicting and twisted attitude, even if Ming didn't dare to loudly proclaim her liking, already excited her so much that her four tentacles were all intertwined. She liked having a big belly and also longed to see Silk when she was pregnant.

Silk, as a mother, would definitely be more restrained in her behavior than before. At that time, Ming would actively play the role of bringing her back to her decadent state. Instead of "young" or "romantic," she would use "decadent" to describe it. Just how much do you like these negative words? Even as her conscience questioned her, Ming didn't want to dwell on the precision of such rhetoric. She knew her nature was even more outrageous than Si's. There was no point in denying it, Ming thought, officially adding a new chapter to her plan.

As for having children with other people, Ming deliberately kept her thoughts vague. Nevertheless, a series of "whoosh whoosh whoosh" laughter escaped her lips, sounding even more outrageous than Si's when she was in heat. Although there were many possibilities, Ming didn't have many plans. Based on her current desires, she certainly wanted Ni to get pregnant.

Perfect! Ming thought, clenching her fists in her mind. Perhaps because Ni often wore an apron, Ming could easily picture her surrounded by children.

Or, she might as well get both of them pregnant! This thought hadn't just been fleeting lately; and whenever the images in her mind became even slightly clearer, Akira's lust would escalate to an almost uncontrollable level. Ah—I really wanted to lick their navels every day, leaving hickeys around them, and then ejaculate on their faces, stomachs, and vaginas; it was too much! Akira thought, almost clutching her head. Her heart pounded, and she felt like her conscience was choking her.

In her thorough self-reflection, Akira also erased the image of "filling their intestines with semen." Unlike her own experience, the thought of seeing Izumi and Mud's bellies, already over eight months pregnant, grow even larger felt cruel.
It was as if they were human, and she was the tentacle creature, Akira thought; the opposite of reality wouldn't completely rationalize her previous thoughts.

She didn't know when it started, but when Akira imagined giving birth, it seemed to be solely for sexual gratification, rather than for taking responsibility. She knew her thoughts were drifting away from reality; she'd been so happy lately that her lower body had been in control for longer and longer periods.

Having a child was a very serious matter; those decadent romantic notions should be avoided at all costs. And yet, she'd gone even further than silk—it was so immature! Ming had condemned herself like this at least ten times in front of the mirror. It had been quite a while since she'd allowed her conscience to fully operate and obey its teachings.

Even as the images in her mind blurred again, Ming couldn't help but think, rather offensively, about getting Mi pregnant too. Mi in her werewolf form was truly beautiful. It would look quite nice to see her, with her muscular body, carrying a large belly; her nipples would grow much larger and accumulate a lot of melanin, making her appear even more delicate than a human's. But the thought of her actively asking to have a child with him was something Ming couldn't even imagine; the right atmosphere or mood would be hard to find, let alone a reason. Ming would never bring such thoughts up with Mi.

Ming is the feeder, and when interacting with other tentacle creatures, she might be able to far exceed that role; but if she does the same with Honey, the friendship could be severely damaged. Even if they have both achieved considerable physical and emotional satisfaction, Ming cannot presume to become her lover.

Thinking about this, Ming can't help but wonder: if she were to actually propose, would Honey refuse? Judging from the logic revealed so far, Honey might be willing to comply. Even if the feeder's demands stem from capriciousness or impulsiveness, they are absolute to the tentacle creatures. As the leader of the tentacle creatures, Honey especially needs to play the role of obeying the rules. Ming, most of the time, doesn't like this feeling; she always feels that this convenience easily makes one act like a tyrant. She only intends to maintain a linear relationship with Honey, and she almost doesn't dare to even think about letting their future relationship be filled with misunderstandings.

Speaking of which, which parent's traits do children born from humans and tentacle creatures inherit more from? So many new and old questions flooded her mind at once. Ming thought it wouldn't just make her gaze strange, it wouldn't be good for her heart either.

Young people usually avoid these questions like the plague, but her thoughts over the past month were enough to fill a book. To distract herself slightly, Ming looked at her vagina. At that moment, Lu moved several more times.

Just then, Ming thought, her left index finger flicked downwards. Almost simultaneously, her right hand reduced the level of enhancement. Compared to the semen inside her, Lu was the long-awaited highlight. Even with her ears covered by the fleshy patches on either side of her helmet, Ming could hear Mi swallowing hard.

Ming also reminded herself to carefully control her fingers: to see Lu's entire body, not just her internal organs.

Whether the tentacle creature's liver and kidneys were the same as a human's wasn't important; Ming thought the key was the rhythmic flow of this observation sequence. She couldn't explain this insistence any more clearly. She had never been so verbose before. It seemed, Ming guessed, that women, once they became mothers, all became like artists.

After about five seconds, they finally saw Lu curled up; her incredibly smooth sleeping face was both serene and peaceful. Mi thought, rather than being reborn, it was more like developing from scratch.

"She's practically like a newly conceived child," Mi said, her eyes wide open, "I bet when Ming and we were at our most intense, Lu's brow never furrowed."

Mi's words, so explicit amidst her emotion, sent a chill down Ming's spine and made her chest feel hot and cold.
Even if Mi wasn't entirely unaware, she had no time to reflect or feel guilty; because Lu's mouth had just gone from tightly closed to slightly open, and her hands and feet had moved several times in succession. In that instant, both Ming and Mi felt their bodies go limp, and simultaneously let out a cry: "Oh—"

Lu was so delicate now, it was hard to associate her with her previous mature appearance, and Ming couldn't see which part of her was different from a human baby. There was only one exception, Ming thought. Lu's hair was very long; it almost covered her neck and looked even more delicate than fingers.

"There are only four slightly thicker ones now," Mi perked up her ears and said, "a far cry from her slender, hundred-plus hairs when she was an adult."

Ming nodded with a smile, wondering if Si and Ni looked like that when they were first born.

And that dead tentacle creature, Ming thought, that one probably looked a lot like them too.

Feeling a little heavy again, Ming bit her lips. After licking her hard jaws, she continued to focus her attention on Lu.

Lu's skin was quite white, and even the muscle lines underneath were faintly visible, like a piece of extremely thin porcelain or jade with a piece of finely crafted red cloth underneath; and even that description couldn't fully convey how delicate she was as an infant, Ming thought; to exaggerate a bit, she probably wouldn't dare touch Lu after giving birth.

It would probably be better to put Lu in a green sac, or a soft pit; Ming thought, perhaps soft pits were originally designed to make it easier for caretakers to place infants. Now, Lu's feet and pelvis are very small. She might not be able to stand up immediately after leaving her mother's womb. She'll have to crawl, Ming thought. Lu will lie on her breast and drink milk vigorously. At that time, not only Ming, but also Si, Ni, Mi, and Ling, who are standing nearby, will be completely captivated.

Lu's hand and foot outlines are not only very similar to those of a human, but they also actually have ten fingers on each hand. This is what makes Ming the happiest, and it's also why Mi hasn't been able to blink for more than two minutes. With a smile on her lips, Ming said softly, "This should be enough to prove that her excessive regression problem has been solved."

"Thanks to you," Mi said, sticking out her tongue. With her mouth tightly closed, her beard and ears kept twitching; if she didn't stop the noise, she might burst into somewhat uncontrollable laughter.

Ming touched her belly and smiled. What they had given was no less than what she had given; before meeting Ming, they had been taking care of Lu; even knowing that this would put some burden on the caregivers, they had not given up easily. After Lu entered her rebirth state, they immediately took on the responsibility of caring for Ming. If Mi hadn't given the order, or if she hadn't properly educated them beforehand, the situation might have been completely different; most of the details would likely appear in Mi's later recollections, Ming thought, growing increasingly excited.

Were Lu's eyes and mind alright?—Ming had originally intended to ask this, but then felt it was a bit strange; besides feeling impolite to Lu, it also seemed like she lacked confidence in herself. And whether Lu's extraordinary liveliness would cause trouble for Si and Ni was even more of a concern.

Besides pondering Lu's possible future behavior, Ming also silently thanked Mi again.

A few seconds later, Ming realized she had almost missed another important point.

"There really is an umbilical cord!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. Mi had mentioned this earlier. A few minutes earlier, Ming had told herself it wasn't anything to be surprised about. But after actually seeing it, Ming thought it was still difficult to control her expression and volume; after all, that was the biggest difference between Lu and everyone else after Lu entered her womb.

“The umbilical cord’s pulse—” Ming said, her eyes widening, “is stronger than I imagined.”

“After all, it’s receiving nutrients,” Mi said, breathing slowly, “which is why Lu can grow healthily in your belly.”

Ming noticed that she was particularly prone to drooling when observing the umbilical cord’s pulse. If she weren’t lying on her back but instead had her head down, she might have spilled more than a spoonful of saliva onto her breasts and belly. Mi was in a similar situation, swallowing almost once or twice every five seconds.

Even though the X-ray helmet was designed to allow her to see specific areas without moving her body, Ming would still stare at her belly from now on; spending more than an hour or even half a day studying it carefully, the process like a poem; Lu was as beautiful as an angel, Ming thought; although these were all very clichéd descriptions, they were enough to make her consciousness dance; as if the surrounding space had a musical quality, and the flowers and flesh had become musical notes.

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