The Heartthrob Guide: Dodder of S-Class Sentinels

Chapter 170 The Little Jellyfish That Can Emerge from Water

Lan Yin felt a little surprised.

Because when he was at his most disheveled and undignified, those vines had already nonchalantly sprouted down from the crack above his head.

They smelled the intense scent of wild beasts in heat, a thick mist mixed with hormones and primal urges, a veritable feast for them who feed on emotions.

The complex spectrum of human emotions is simplified into the most instinctive taste judgments in the undeveloped consciousness of these plants: pain is sharp bitterness, pleasure is bubbly sweetness, and at this moment, surging desire carries a rusty, fishy sweetness, like melting caramel, entwining the nerves, causing the tips of these vines to curl up excitedly.

Like bandits, they snatched Lan Yin from Urd's control, wrapping themselves around this delicious body. Their tips circled his convulsing waist and abdomen, forming a slipknot at the hollow of his collarbone, their sucking mouths opening and closing with satisfied rustling sounds.

They pulled open the man's tattered collar, grinding purplish-red bruises into his sweaty skin, exploring every inch of his flesh as roughly as a mischievous child with a new toy.

Lan Yin's sanity was on the verge of collapse. Just now, under Ireland's gaze, he could still grit his teeth and hold onto the last shred of reason, but now, under these reckless vines, all his defenses had been crushed to dust.

As their suction cups brushed against the thin skin behind his ears, blue veins suddenly bulged in his neck, and a trembling sound, unfamiliar even to himself, escaped his throat. Some of the tips had already slid into the sensitive spots on his inner thighs—he absurdly wanted to curl up into a baby's position—

"Stop playing..." Lan Yin's body was tightly bound by vines. He used his only hand to cover his burning forehead and his eyes, which were brewing madness. He was drenched in sweat, which poured out and fell into the dense pores on the vines...

He should maintain the dignity of an aristocrat, not degenerate into this state—

Lan Yin thought about it countless times, but his hazy consciousness was extremely chaotic. He was in extreme pain, yet extremely comfortable. These vines were like someone's hands, constantly soothing him, giving him an outlet for all the anxiety, swelling, irritability, and depression he had been feeling for days.

Tighter...

A little more...

Lan Yin's blood was boiling; she was on the verge of collapse, almost to the point of tearing open her clothes and spreading her legs...

My father's question suddenly resounded in my ears—

Are you really willing to jeopardize your future for a lowly guide?

Lan Yin had hesitated and felt lost before, but now, the vines were hooking his belt buckle with their tendrils, and even raising his fingertips was trembling. Saliva dripped down his chin and onto his chest, leaving this proud and proud young man with messy water stains.

The answer had already seeped into the soil with his sweat and blood; he had done far more than just ruin his future—he had almost ground his soul into the sweet syrup she drank…

[So sweet.]

[Suck.]

Let's delve a little deeper... okay...?

A series of thoughts continuously entered Lin Nan's brain.

The once quiet tree seemed to have tasted the delicious sweet water and trembled with excitement.

"You said it yourself..." The mysterious voice echoed once more from the depths of the abyss.

Lin Nan felt its roots sinking deeper, constantly spreading and growing towards her unexplored unknown areas. The scene was forcibly stretched open, and Lin Nan felt a throbbing pain in her brain!
Let me turn you into the 'water source' that nourishes me...

Every day, it must expel nectar...

【OK?】 ……

The whisper, like a steel needle dipped in honey, pierced Lan Yin's chaotic consciousness.

His pupils gradually became clouded with a milky white film, and saliva dripped down his chin into his collar, but the moment he heard the command, a broken laugh escaped his throat.

The man struggled to open and close his tongue against his palate, squeezing out a sticky "good" from deep in his throat.

Then, a green light shone on his lower abdomen, and the green sprout mark that had long disappeared reappeared. As the last ray of green light entered his tailbone and spread throughout his body, he collapsed in the warm water, unable to stop the smile that made his eyes red.

This time, the mark is not temporary, but permanent...

He finally became her sentinel...

Sensing the change in Lan Yin's aura, Ireland, who had been in a state of confusion, suddenly regained consciousness.

"You bitch! You stole my sentinel again!" the girl cursed, jumping up from Urd's back in a fit of rage.

Trapped in the alternate dimension, Hosen finally spotted the rift, and his black whip shot out, precisely wrapping around the dark mist wisps drifting in the void.

A surge of powerful, dark blue spiritual energy erupted from his body, condensing into a ghostly blue flame in his palm. The flame, carrying an icy chill, sizzled as it burned the black mist.

"My lord, please save me!"

The fog distorted into the outline of a human face, from which thousands of overlapping, hoarse voices squeezed out, and every lip that appeared in the void opened and closed in a strange, synchronized manner.

Hossen's gaze was hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to discern any emotion in him.

"The wails of the polluters sound more pleasant than the cries of prisoners." His voice was tinged with the frost of minus twenty degrees Celsius. With a flick of his black-gloved fingertips, blue flames instantly burned away all the filth. However, in the instant that the black mist finally dissipated, a blurry face suddenly appeared in the void.

【Hossen——】

He heard that person call out to him...

The core of the contaminated area began to collapse, and all the virtual scenes disintegrated piece by piece, like broken eggshells.

Uriel promptly led his men and rescued all those trapped inside.

After regaining consciousness, Ireland fainted again. Along with Urd behind her, they were put into electric shock rings by the people from the rehabilitation center and taken away in a military truck made of special materials.

When Lan Yin was found, he was sitting in a corner with his eyes glazed over. Uriel was about to put an electric shock ring around his neck, but the man, who had been unable to move, avoided it. His strength was slowly returning, and he had regained his strength. He took the black ring himself and put it around his neck.

“Your Highness Chris, we may need you to come with us to the rehabilitation center.”

"I understand." Lan Yin tried her best to suppress the heat in her body and slowly stood up.

"After the examination finds nothing abnormal, a guide will be arranged to help you remove the contamination."

“I see…” Upon hearing this, a familiar, warm smile appeared on Lan Yin’s previously pale face. “Then I’ll have to trouble you, but—I might need you to invite my personal guide for me—”

Mari mali hong, don't lock me in the dark room, mai mali hong~