Werebeast Gongs CH 072 Stumbling Across Mingya
There is nothing humiliating about this, Lei Jin told himself, just consider it as the price you have to pay to survive. Is there any other way besides this? If they didn't talk it out, were they to keep living in this unclear state? So what to do in the end? He was aware of the relationship between Xiya and Moya, so he had to make it clear and choose a method that everyone could accept so that they could part ways amicably in the future.
So a similar scene was being played out again just one day later. If there was any difference, it was probably the location, and also only Lei Jin was naked, while the other two were dressed neatly.
Lei Jin's clothes were scattered casually on the grass on the side, which showed how anxious he was to take them off, without even taking the time to put them aside.
"Mmph..." Moya held Lei Jin's violently heaving body in his arms, lowered his head and kissed him demandingly.
His hole was constantly rimmed by Xiya's tongue, reaching a depth never before reached. His waist was so sore that he almost didn't have the strength to kneel, but what was that feeling of soft fur that occasionally rubbed against his body?
The corner of his eye accidentally caught a glimpse of a golden color, reflecting the sunlight, as brilliant as brocade.
"Go away... hnn..." The words that had just come out were blocked by Moya again. Lei Jin began to struggle hard. If he was not mistaken, Xiya's beast form was behind him.
He could accept doing it with a human, but not with a real leopard.
His inner walls were licked and sucked carefully, and all sensitive spots were pressed with extreme accuracy that his toes couldn't help curling up. He fell into Moya's arms, panting. Xiya's tongue was still inside him, but he was no longer able to struggle free.
Moya raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the forehead of the person in his arms, and shook his head silently at Xiya.
Xiya glanced at the already exhausted Lei Jin, with a helpless struggle in his eyes. Finally, he turned around and changed back into human form. Faced with a temper like Lei Jin, he could only admit defeat. Who asked them to fall for him? Listening to what he said could make people crazy. He wanted to force him but couldn't bear to do so.
Actually using his body for a transaction with them? Did he think they only wanted to do it with him?
He almost couldn't hold back and really pop a baby in him. Let's see where he can escape to then?
The two of them cooperated tacitly to help Lei Jin put on his clothes. His objections were futile, so they just carried him back.
"What should we do about Berg? We're about to leave, and his condition doesn't look good. It would be best to contact his tribe," Xiya said, carrying Lei Jin effortlessly despite the added weight.
"I think he doesn’t want to, or rather, he’s afraid. That man’s background is probably something even his tribe can’t handle. Otherwise, how would Berg have been captured again?" Moya speculated. Berg had likely been taken from the merfolk tribe this time.
"If you’re tired, just sleep. We won’t do anything to you," Xiya said, noticing how Lei Jin, despite being utterly exhausted, was still stubbornly trying to stay awake. He found it both amusing and distressing.
Lei Jin, whose eyelids were already drooping, opened them again at Xiya’s words, giving him a wary look. Finally, unable to fight the sleepiness any longer, he drifted off.
"Why do you provoke him? In the end, we forced him. He was such a free-spirited person before. Before even if we had to fight him to get him to comply, he’d never have agreed to something like today’s arrangement," Moya said, gently touching Lei Jin’s face. He remembered how bold and carefree Lei Jin used to be. Although Lei Jin tried to act indifferent now, it was undeniable that he had become somewhat subdued since his injury. Today’s words were likely born out of desperation. The old Lei Jin would never have suggested such a thing. Back then, Lei Jin was all about self-reliance and finding a way home as quickly as possible.
"You’re right, but with his cold and stubborn personality, we might never have gotten close to him without some force," Xiya said calmly. After a moment of thought, he added, "Forget it. Let’s just go back to the tribe and heal his arms. I don’t like seeing him so listless."
Moya had already packed everything, and Xiya had prepared dinner, but Lei Jin was still asleep, showing no signs of waking.
"Is he sick?" Moya asked, concerned.
"His temperature isn’t high," Xiya replied, also worried. He leaned over to feel Lei Jin’s forehead.
"Then we must have worn him out," Moya said, recalling how the two of them had spent the entire afternoon with Lei Jin the day before.
Xiya thought for a moment and agreed. He touched Lei Jin’s clothes and frowned. "Why are his clothes so damp?"
"That shouldn’t be. I just changed him at noon, and I dried his clothes by the fire last night," Moya said, reaching over to feel Lei Jin’s clothes. His brow furrowed. "Why is he sweating so much?"
Xiya undid Lei Jin’s clothes and saw that he was indeed drenched. "It must be a low-grade fever. I shouldn’t have argued with him at noon. His health hasn’t been great since the injury, and I took his clothes off outside where the sea breeze was cold. He hasn’t even recovered from yesterday afternoon."
"Enough. I’m just as much to blame. We only have anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving herbs here. If his fever spikes, we’ll be in trouble," Moya said, quickly changing Lei Jin’s damp clothes and wrapping him in his own. He held Lei Jin close to the fire.
Xiya’s wooden bucket, which he had planned to discard, was now filled with water and placed over the fire. Half of it burned, but the water heated quickly. They wiped Lei Jin down with the warm water and fed him some porridge. Throughout the night, they took turns holding him to keep him warm.
Xiya and Moya had been a little upset with Lei Jin earlier, but now, all they felt was concern. He was their weakness.
The rain had stopped, and they had prepared plenty of food for Berg, leaving behind everything they could spare.
They had hoped to contact Berg’s tribe for him, as his current condition made it unsafe for him to stay alone. But Berg had coldly refused, his expression turning icy.
"I’ve never seen someone so ungrateful," Lei Jin said, his head throbbing with vexation.
So, even though they noticed Berg following them from a distance over the next few days, they decided to ignore him.
The wind was strong during flight, so they planned to walk for two days to give Lei Jin time to recover before flying back.
Berg trailed behind them, and it wasn’t until the third day that they realized he was following. By then, they were already a considerable distance from the merfolk tribe. Sending him back wasn’t an option, and leaving him alone in the unfamiliar forest felt cruel. They had no choice but to let him follow for now and figure things out later.
That night, they couldn’t find a cave, and the forest floor was too damp from the rain. They decided to spend the night in a tree, a common practice for werebeasts but uncomfortable for a female like Lei Jin.
The night in the forest was beautiful. The campfire below had just died out, and the three of them sat on a sturdy branch, the starlight filtering through the leaves. Aside from the chirping of insects, there were other faint sounds, but since Xiya and Moya didn’t seem concerned, Lei Jin decided not to worry.
"The first time I met the little guy was also in a tree," Lei Jin suddenly said, his mood seemingly improved. "Back then, I thought I’d never want to sit on a tree branch again."
Xiya wrapped an arm around Lei Jin’s waist, ensuring he wouldn’t fall.
"You’ll see Younger Brother when we get back," Moya said. Lei Jin didn’t show any special affection for their little brother, but his fondness was evident.
"It’s been over half a year since I came here," Lei Jin mused. At first, he had missed his modern life terribly. After all, he had been doing well there and hadn’t been forced to leave. If he couldn’t return, he could accept it, but now that there was hope, he didn’t want to miss the chance.
But lately, he found himself thinking less and less about his old life. He knew this wasn’t a good sign. He couldn’t let himself be tied down here, no matter how much he might grow attached. He hated feeling inherently weak, unable to resist many things.
The other two fell silent at the mention of this topic.
"Let’s sleep. We have to keep moving tomorrow," Moya said, pressing a warm kiss to Lei Jin’s lips.
"Berg’s in trouble," Xiya suddenly said, his sharp ears picking up faint sounds and the scent of blood on the wind. He squeezed Lei Jin’s hand. "You and Moya stay here quietly. I’ll go check."
"Be careful, Elder Brother," Moya said.
Xiya nodded and slipped silently down the tree, his agile form quickly disappearing into the dark night.
The distant roar of beasts made Lei Jin glance in that direction, but he could see nothing in the darkness except for a few pairs of glowing green eyes.
"Don’t worry. They’re just jackals. Elder Brother can handle them," Moya whispered in Lei Jin’s ear.
Lei Jin, startled by Moya’s sudden closeness, frowned and said, "It’s none of my business."
The forest soon returned to its earlier calm, and Xiya returned with Berg in tow.
Berg looked uncomfortable at having been discovered.
Xiya helped him up the tree and tied a vine around his waist for safety.
"Hey, why are you tying me up?" Berg protested, but with little room to move on the tree, he had no choice but to let Xiya secure him.
"So you don’t fall and die in the middle of the night," Xiya said with a kind smile, though his actions were firm.
The next morning, Moya started a fire to roast meat while Lei Jin wandered nearby. Berg, who had been vomiting behind a tree, approached Moya and looked mournfully at the roasting meat.
"I want conch meat," Berg said. He had been following them for days, surviving on the dried meat they had left behind, and his taste buds were desperate for something flavorful.
Lei Jin wanted to kick him. Where in the forest would they find conch meat? Was he just looking for trouble?
"If you follow us back, you might never eat those things again," Moya pointed out, stating a harsh truth.
Berg immediately hung his head in silence.
"Lei Jin, look what I found!" Xiya called from a distance, holding something up with a smile.
Moya looked over and exclaimed in delight, "It’s a wood ox horn! Where did you find it, Elder Brother?"
Lei Jin knew about wood ox horns—they were what Roger had said could be used to make bows.
"Isn’t that from the thing that ran up to me last night?" Berg asked. He had been staying in a small tree hollow not far from them when a massive creature had stumbled over and died, followed by a pack of predators.
Xiya handed the horns to Lei Jin. "These are enough to make two bows. You won’t have to worry about your bow breaking when you go hunting."
In the morning sunlight, the horns were beautiful, with spiral patterns and a translucent, amber-like sheen. They looked incredibly sturdy.
"His arm’s useless. What’s the point of hunting?" Berg muttered, earning cold glares from both Xiya and Moya.
Lei Jin, however, remained unfazed. He glanced at Berg’s stomach and said coolly, "Pregnant people should take it easy."
Berg’s face turned pale, and he glared at Lei Jin, his lips trembling.
"Up ahead is the Wolf Tribe’s territory. We’ve seen them a few times while hunting, but we don’t have any ties with them. Let’s go around," Xiya suggested.
The others agreed without objection.
Before they could get far, they saw a cloud of dust ahead. A small silver figure was leading the charge, followed by forty or fifty people armed with wooden clubs.
"I really didn’t mean to! Help!"
Xiya and Moya exchanged a look, their eyelids twitching. They recognized that voice—it was their little brother, the one they thought should have been safe at home. Trouble had found them again.