All Chapters of The septillionaire's superstar system: Chapter 451
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You're blind?
Murong Wuque kept silent for a few short seconds that felt like eternity. “Fear.” He finally blurted. Alvin frowned. What has fear got to do with this? “Fear was an emotion I've never known since infancy.” Murong Wuque’s tone was low, barely audible. Tense and full of emotions. “You made me feel it. Those tens of minutes I spent searching for you, that was hell.” He closed his eyes, holding back the agony the best he could. “And when I found you all torn up, I realized I fucked up. I can't live without you. Without knowing it, you've bled into my heart and seeped into my bones. I told myself if I'm fortunate to get another chance, I will properly cherish every second we share. I won't let you endanger yourself anymore. You can lean on me…” “Nonsense!” Alvin barked at him and pulled him down again, ravaging his lips with the ferocity of a starving wolf. Well, he was a wolf. A cunning wolf who finally tricked the innocent lamb into bed to be devoured whole. When he was done, he
Guilt means you
Alvin stayed silent, pretending to sleep. After an hour, Murong Wuque came out of the bathroom, his hair slightly damp. He gingerly moved to the bed and ascertained Alvin's approximate position. Then he sat beside him. Alvin's lashes trembled, and he did his best to keep his breathing steady and measured, doing his best to feign sleep. Murong Wuque slowly leaned down, till his lips touched Alvin's forehead. He gently caressed his face, his expression tender. “I don't regret it. Even if I'm to choose again, I will make the same choice. An, don't feel guilty for me.” Alvin's fists subtly clutched beneath the sheets, but he continued to pretend he's asleep. Murong Wuque slipped into the bed beside him. Alvin froze up, but didn't dare to move. As he was still wondering what to do, he felt Murong Wuque's skin touch his. Strong arms wrapped around him, and he was pulled against Murong Wuque's chest. Guilt made him instinctively want to crawl away, but when he remembered he was
something for you
Alvin was quite confused. Did he fulfill any missions while unconscious? He botched the dark owl fortress mission and nearly got himself killed. It definitely wasn't from that. “Master, mission was completed successfully. Murong Wuque's help also counts as your achievements. He was there for you.” The system's not so familiar voice echoed. Alvin wasn't too happy to meet the system. During his dire moments, it did nothing to help. If Murong Wuque's instincts hadn't led him to the fortress, Alvin wouldn't have had a full body for his burial. Even then, saving him cost Murong Wuque way too much. How could he not hate the system? “Master, there really was nothing much I could have done for you then. I'm not a physical entity.” “I don't want to hear it.” Alvin snapped internally. “Because of you, Murong Wuque nearly died while pulling me back.” There was a short spell of silence, as if the system ran out or words to say. “Anyways, what's past is gone. We should look towards the fu
STILL THE STRONGEST
Alvin's face went dark the moment he saw the changes happening to Murong Wuque. “System, what's going on? Did you give me the wrong pill? You didn't want to give the elixir initially, did you swap it without my permission?” The system kept silent, making Alvin panic the more. It can't be right? He couldn't have hurt Murong Wuque inadvertently. No. Alvin rushed to support Murong Wuque but got pushed away. His heart dropped, and Murong Wuque vomited the second spurt of blood and collapsed on the bed. Alvin's mouth opened in a silent scream and he hurried to hug Murong Wuque, hastily wiping the blood with the edge of his sleeves. “Iceman don't scare me like this. Wasn't the elixir supposed to heal you and return you to peak condition? What's going on? Please don't scare me.” Alvin threw the blanket aside, and laid Murong Wuque on the bed, improving air flow. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. He should have known better than to trust the selfish unreliable system. “I'm n
I owe it to you
After an hour of Alvin pacing up and that, lines of worry creasing his face, the lily finally unwrapped, exposing Murong Wuque who was now sitting cross legged, his skin glistening. Alvin wanted to rush to him, but noticed the golden light shield acting as a cocoon. His skin glistened like oil was poured on it, and a holy aura filled the room. On his forehead, the silver mark glowed, and behind him a huge golden palace appeared. Before Alvin could check more details, a mysterious power pushed him outside to the balcony, and the doors snapped shut. Alvin gasped and pointed at the door, then at himself. He was short of words. Was Murong Wuque really guarding against him now? Or was it his guardians? What's there that couldn't be seen? What's the need for so much secrecy? Weren't they the closest? He scoffed. “Alright now, Iceman. So this is it. You actually wanted to push me out. Because of what? Do you think I'll harm you? What a joke! My good intentions are wasted on an ungrat
Is this still Iceman?
Alvin settled down the energy running haywire in his body, and slowly exhaled. Once again, he moved the sleeping child into the storage space and went on to check what was happening. He lightly pushed the door, this time, it slid open. His eyes went straight to the bed, where he saw Murong Wuque sitting cross legged, eyes closed, silver hair soft, long and silky, flaring behind him. He thought he saw the silhouette of a giant dragon, but before he could get a closer look, it disappeared into Murong Wuque’s body. A powerful aura permeated the room. If not because of the powerful formations laid around the house, it would have attracted powerful masters who would have wanted to trace it. The aura made someone instinctively want to prostrate and worship, like a mortal beholding a great god. The residual energy was crazily seeping into Alvin's body even without him doing anything. He always had this weird symbiosis with Murong Wuque that enabled him to feed on energy the latter
temptation
Alvin stared intently at him, and Murong Wuque matched his gaze. That unwavering glare that seemed to search his heart, that subtle tilt of his lips when he was being playful, the arrogantly arched eyebrow, all pointed to the same thing. He was the Murong Wuque Alvin knew after all. Alvin frowned. Why did he change so much? What could be wrong with him? Or did the dark residues from the pill corrupt him? He couldn't wrap his head around it. Murong Wuque leaned closer to him. Alvin’s heart began to pound like a drum. The badump badump sounds filled the bathroom, one could notice his nervousness from miles away. He was used to being the shameless flirt, the tease. But he never experienced being at the receiving end of it. This was a new sphere of experience. Although he was quite thick skinned, being the one played didn't sit well with him. “An Kai, why don't you check closer if it's me?” Murong Wuque smiled subtly, and brought his face a few inches away from Alvin's. “Did the
weapon of mass destruction
Alvin pounced on him like a starving wolf, and grabbed his silver hair, tugging it backwards with vicious force. “You asked for this. Bear the consequences of your actions.” His lips found Murong Wuque's neck, sucking, nibbling, like he was owed a ton of debts, like he wanted to devour him whole. His other hand cupped Murong Wuque's face, holding him in place for his assaults. He moved upwards, capturing Murong Wuque's ears in a wet kiss. A gasp escaped Murong Wuque's lips, and he shivered. Alvin smirked against his ears and traced small kisses from his ear, up to his defined jawline, and finally his lips. This kiss was unlike any they've ever shared before. This was hot, consuming. He needed it more than his next breath. Like he would die if he failed to get what he wanted. This was too much for him. He needed him, needed this. He bit down on Murong Wuque's lips, drawing blood, but he didn't stop. Instead he sucked in the blood like a vampire. This was no longer just a
soul tie.
Murong Wuque grabbed Alvin's arms, twisting it behind him. With a slight movement of Iceman's knee, Alvin found his face flattened against the glass. Iceman adjusted his hold, pinning the arms above Alvin's head. Then he grounded into him, letting Alvin feel the entire hard length against his ass. “Wuque, stop. That's…” “Stop what? I gave you your chance. Lots of chances to make your move or back out. You didn't appreciate it.” He snarled into Alvin's ears. “Am I a joke to you? Are you playing with me? Who do you think you are? What do you think we are?” “Wuque wait…” Alvin groaned. The pain of being pinned like that wasn't half as bad as the humiliating feeling of being beneath another. With one hand, Murong Wuque switched off the tap, and the other grabbed Alvin. Alvin gasped in shock, watching himself get carried bridal style with just one arm. He couldn't believe it. He was eighty kilograms, and his bone mass was way more than that due to his physique training techniq
Soul-gasm
Alvin went breathless, his fist tightened on the sheets, his lips slightly apart. His thighs spasmed. This was even stronger than his climax earlier. His core throbbed, warm current flowing through him. His lips parted in a silent scream, his mind going blank. All he could hear and taste was Murong Wuque. As for his eyes, he saw nothing, except stars, which seemed to have been formed from flickers of Murong Wuque’s energy. Murong Wuque above him was having it worse. His normally expressionless face had a blissful lost look. His face was red, his body quivering, nails digging into Alvin's thighs. His teeth clamped down on his tongue, doing his best to maintain control. Even the ‘desire is void’ chant didn't help him maintain rationality, his normally calm, in-control self was struggling to give up the reins. He barely made it two seconds earlier when he climaxed, now he was fighting a losing battle with pleasure. The tingling warmth began at his lower belly, near his energy core,