When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 136

Volume Six: The Years I Wasn’t Human

The Victor Becomes King¹

If there was something more tiring than killing zombies, it was getting into bed with Wen Nuan.

Killing zombies was very simple. She only needed to continuously output firepower, and in a short while, the zombies would be roasted by her until they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

But getting into bed with Wen Nuan was different.

She couldn’t control her own cries. Her voice was both soft and gentle, surprising her that she could actually make such a suggestive and shy sound.

She couldn’t control her body. It was weak and powerless, like a puddle of water; however Wen Nuan teased her, she could stir up splashes.

The room was clearly not big, but Wen Nuan could always play out flower patterns² in this small room.

Being pushed against the wall, on the table, under the bathroom shower head, on the mirror…

Sang Er felt like she was about to be played until she was broken by Wen Nuan.

She looked at the sunset outside. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful³, but it was a pity this was the second day’s sunset.

Sang Er lay powerlessly on the bed, her body already washed clean. Unsurprisingly, she had been played with by Wen Nuan again while bathing.

She was like a paralyzed patient, dazedly watching the afterglow of the sunset, continuously taking deep breaths, and comfortably exhaling the breath she hadn’t been able to even out.

As soon as Wen Nuan came out from her bath, she heard Sang Er let out a long sigh of relief. She pressed the spot between her eyebrows, knowing she had tormented Sang Er badly during this time.

It was just that the surge of wicked fire⁴ had come too fiercely. For a moment, she couldn’t control it, recklessly tormenting Sang Er without fatigue or restraint.

Wen Nuan felt that her sudden loss of control was definitely related to An Min’s second-generation antidote, and she thought about going to ask An Min what was going on tomorrow.

Wen Nuan walked to the bed. Just as she sat down, she saw Sang Er’s body tense up. She smiled helplessly, stroking Sang Er’s hair, her tone carrying an apology.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t control myself. Is it very uncomfortable?” Wen Nuan had checked Sang Er’s body; aside from some places being a bit red and swollen and marks from her bites and pinches all over, the rest was fine.

The system lifted its block and immediately cursed Wen Nuan: 【You beast! A full thirty hours! A full thirty hours! Luckily, the female lead’s body in this mission world is strong, otherwise she would have been done to death by you, you old beast, ahhh!】

Wen Nuan awkwardly touched her nose⁵ and said embarrassedly, “I didn’t want to either. I think it was An Min’s medicine acting up. I couldn’t control myself for a moment, so…”

The system didn’t listen to Wen Nuan’s explanation, persistently cursing her 【Beast——】

Wen Nuan sighed, pulled Sang Er into her arms, and rubbed her waist, saying in a low voice, “Little Ears, I was wrong. Why don’t you curse me or hit me? Either is fine.”

Sang Er’s gaze gradually recovered its clarity from a daze. She mechanically turned her head and, after a moment of silence, said, “…It’s okay.”

Although my body is exhausted, I was also very comfortable.

She looked at Wen Nuan’s eyes. Perhaps because she had just bathed, Wen Nuan’s eyes were glistening, like stones in a mountain stream—very beautiful.

“Why were you… like that?” Sang Er couldn’t quite describe it; in any case, she felt that Wen Nuan seemed to have lost control.

In the past, as soon as she cried or begged for mercy, she would receive Wen Nuan’s comfort. It was nothing like last night, when no matter if she cried her throat hoarse or resisted a little, she was met with Wen Nuan’s even more forceful suppression.

With that kind of feeling, Sang Er felt as if Wen Nuan truly wanted to eat her.

Hearing her hoarse voice, Wen Nuan took the water from the table and helped her drink. “It’s probably related to the medicine An Min gave me. I’ll go to the lab first thing tomorrow morning to ask.”

Sang Er took two sips and felt her dry, hoarse throat was soothed a great deal. Her Adam’s apple bobbed. “…It’s okay.”

Wen Nuan put the cup back. Hearing Sang Er’s words, she asked, puzzled, “What’s okay?”

“Compared to the last time you tested the medicine, your reaction this time is okay.”

Wen Nuan’s eyelashes trembled. “I’ve already tormented you to this state. What’s there to be okay about?”

“It’s different,” Sang Er raised her still sore and weak hand and caressed Wen Nuan’s smooth cheek. “I would rather be in pain myself than have you suffer like last time.”

“You were so helpless then, and I couldn’t help you.”

“This time, I can help you, so it’s very good.”

Wen Nuan’s expression was moved. She blinked her stinging eyes, lowered her head, and kissed Sang Er. “Little Ears, you’re too good to me.”

So good that I don’t even know how to love you to be worthy of you.

Sang Er wrapped her arms around Wen Nuan’s neck, pressing them tightly together. “Not as good as you are to me.”

You don’t know… how important you are to me. Compared to life itself, it’s incomparable.

The two of them held each other, naked, without any distracting thoughts. They didn’t say a word, yet they deeply knew how profound the other’s feelings for them were.

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Early the next morning, the two of them immediately rushed to the laboratory to settle accounts with An Min.

Only An Min was in the laboratory. Gao Zhengwu and Chu Han were not there, not even ordinary lab assistants, because An Min disliked having people around him when he conducted experiments.

An oddball⁶.

An Min watched the two of them arrive to confront him like dispatching teachers and moving the masses⁷. He wasn’t the least bit surprised. Instead, he took out the third-generation antidote and asked Wen Nuan to try it.

Before Wen Nuan could speak, Sang Er blocked her, looking at the third-generation antidote vigilantly. “What is the drug’s reaction this time?”

If it was still like the first-generation antidote, she would not allow An Min to give it to Wen Nuan.

An Min keenly noticed that Sang Er was a bit unsteady on her feet and raised an eyebrow. “The third-generation antidote’s reaction is very mild. It won’t make things difficult for you.”

Sang Er didn’t understand the meaning behind An Min’s words, but Wen Nuan understood immediately.

She pulled Sang Er behind her and took the white capsule from An Min’s hand. “So you already knew the second-generation antidote’s reaction was…”

The sentence wasn’t finished, but all three people present knew exactly what that meant with their hearts and understood it in their bellies⁸.

The tips of Sang Er’s ears turned red, and she shot An Min a fierce glare.

An Min spread his hands. “I didn’t know that far in advance. It was the result from the blood test.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wen Nuan had not received any notification from An Min.

An Min gestured toward Sang Er with his chin. “Because the antidote was right by your side.”

The mute Sang Er found this ambiguous, watching the two intellectuals speak in riddles⁹ in front of her.

Wen Nuan was startled for a moment, then laughed out loud. “You certainly see things clearly.”

An Min reached out his hand. “After all, this brain wasn’t developed for nothing.”

“Is it hurting again?” Wen Nuan treated An Min.

“It’s always hurting.”

An Min knew his time was almost up, so he was speeding up the process of creating the antidote.

Wen Nuan sighed. “How much longer will it take?”

“If the reaction to the third-generation antidote isn’t too strong this time,” An Min’s gaze was profound, “it can be done in less than half a month.”

“And what about you?”

An Min paused, then smiled. “Around the same time, I suppose.”

Wen Nuan withdrew her hand. “Don’t you have any other way to save yourself?”

“I do,” An Min’s gaze was very calm, unusually so. When facing death, he was as tranquil as when facing the daily rising and setting of the sun.

He said faintly, “There’s no need to use it.”

This is atonement. It is his most sincere apology to this world.

Sang Er frowned. She naturally knew An Min would die, and she also knew he was atoning for the development of the H-agent.

Although she disliked An Min, she had to admit that he was an incredibly selfless person. He could distinguish things clearly, held himself upright, and saw everything with perfect clarity.

“I’ve never understood, why did you seek out Wen Nuan to test the medicine?”

Sang Er had wanted to ask An Min this question for a long time. He was clearly researching an antidote for the aftereffects of the H-agent, and he could have clearly used zombies for testing. Why did he still need to use Wen Nuan?

He was the one who said that Wen Nuan was the H-agent’s most successful and perfect reaction.

An Min didn’t answer Sang Er’s question directly. “A lifetime is short for you, but for Wen Nuan, she is immortal.”

“The antidote I originally planned to create was one of extermination. As long as a human body had reacted with the H-agent’s aftereffects, whether they were a zombie or an ability user, they would become a victim of this apocalypse,” An Min said, looking at Wen Nuan. “But she wouldn’t. She is the perfect embodiment of the H-agent. She didn’t have the aftereffects reaction, so the antidote I initially created had no effect on her at all.”

Sang Er immediately understood his words. If An Min’s antidote was successfully developed, it could completely destroy the zombies. It could also allow zombies to recover their human consciousness, but their lifespans would be greatly shortened.

As ability users, they too had absorbed the H-agent to the fullest extent, but they were different from Wen Nuan. If they suffered a fatal attack, it would be true death; they wouldn’t be resurrected like Wen Nuan. Moreover, once the antidote was developed, their lifespans would also be shortened. At that time, the only ones who could truly survive in this world would be ordinary people. They would be the life and vigor of the new era.

And ability users like them would slowly perish along with the zombies in this dilapidated world.

But Wen Nuan would not. She would live on for all eternity.

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan in disbelief, her eyes stinging as she choked out, “Did you… do it on purpose?”

To give up immortality that can be gotten by spitting on one’s hand¹⁰… this was the dream that all of humanity longed for in their dreams and sleep.

Wen Nuan raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She shot a reproachful glance at An Min and said softly, “I just want to be with you. Dying together is also good.”

If you were no longer in this world, how boring it would be.

To live long and never grow old¹¹, eternal and endless, was not a gift from the world, but the cruelest punishment.

If a person were to live eternally, endless loneliness and desolation would drown their seven emotions and six desires¹², and they would eventually become a walking corpse and moving meat¹³.

The new antidote An Min was redeveloping had to have one additional function added to its original foundation: to completely destroy the perfect H-agent reaction chain within Wen Nuan’s body. This way, she too would slowly perish in this world along with Sang Er.

Immortality was other people’s dream; Wen Nuan’s only dream was Sang Er.

Sang Er couldn’t control her tears, which instantly blurred her vision. With a hoarse voice, she accused in a low tone, “But… but you’ll be in pain.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Wen Nuan hugged Sang Er, coaxing her softly. “With Little Ears here, Wen Nuan doesn’t hurt.”

“If Little Ears gives Wen Nuan a “huhu”¹⁴, it won’t hurt anymore.”

Sang Er’s tears flowed even more fiercely. What “huhu,” it’s all just a trick to deceive people.

In the past, after those old grandmothers gave her a “huhu,” she was still in pain.

So Wen Nuan is still in pain. She will still be in pain.

An Min opportunely walked out of the laboratory, giving them a quiet environment to ‘huhu’ each other.

He wiped away his nosebleed and looked at the unexpectedly clear sky outside, the corners of his mouth hooking up slightly.

“Everything will end.”

“Humankind will certainly be the victor of this apocalypse.”

Without a doubt.

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