Monster Instinct

Late at night.

The girl lay in the young woman’s arms, listening to her steady breathing.

Before falling asleep, Ping Chengcheng had already told her she needed to go on duty tomorrow.

With a sigh, Ping Chengcheng felt tired. Hiding her true self all the time was so hard… Sister, if only you could like the real me…

But unfortunately, her sister didn’t seem to. Ping Chengcheng felt lost. When did I become like this?

She didn’t know, and didn’t want to think about it.

So annoying… so annoying… I really… really want to let go just once!

Suddenly, countless bloodthirsty urges surged through her mind.

The night was silent, and her blood-red eyes gleamed with a wicked light in the darkness.

The scent of Song Ning lingered at the tip of her nose, and Ping Chengcheng felt her consciousness sinking, intoxicated…

As if falling into a deep trap. Lying there in Song Ning’s arms, her entire body lost its strength. Even her fingers couldn’t move.

“Whoosh—!”

The master bedroom’s rosewood window was half-open. A sudden cold wind blew in, making the pale-blue curtains sway.

Song Ning… Song Ning…

“Click… squelch…”

To Ping Chengcheng’s shock, several rough, brown tentacles burst uncontrollably from her body. They writhed silently around the master bedroom, fast and restless.

Soon, they were everywhere—on the walls, the floor, the bed—like ivy spreading wild.

What—what’s happening!?

Ping Chengcheng realized she couldn’t control them at all!

No—retract them, now! What if Sister wakes up and sees!?

Wait!

Her eyes widened. One of the tentacles had slithered up the young woman’s pale cheek, blatantly stroking her face without any attempt to hide.

Song Ning gave a small hum, frowning in discomfort.

Is Sister waking up? No—stay under control!

Come back! Come back!

Biting her lip, Ping Chengcheng didn’t dare make a sound. She tried with all her strength to force the tentacles back, and within seconds she was drenched in sweat. She could feel their craving—feel them sending her messages.

It was primal instinct, raw desire. They wanted terrible things: blood… offspring…

In an instant, most of the girl’s reason was gone.

It hurts… it hurts! Ugh…

And Sister looks… so delicious… What if… what if I just… After all, she loves me. She promised we’d be together forever!

Maybe… I should play with Sister first, have her baby… and then eat her~

Ah… so happy… just thinking about it makes me happy! Sister, what do you think?

Eating Sister would still mean being together, wouldn’t it? I could even analyze her genes… ah, just thinking about it feels wonderful! If I gain more abilities, could I…

…create many, many Sisters?

Her thoughts blurred into madness. Wild urges crashed against her fragile consciousness like waves battering a tiny boat.

When the girl opened her eyes again, she was facing a world of pure black.

Shocked, she stared at everything around her, heart surging with frenzy, bloodlust, violence.

Silence. Not a sound anywhere.

“Song Ning… Sister!”

Where are you? I’m… scared…

She looked around. Endless darkness stretched everywhere, pressing on her like a suffocating tide.

She was sitting on a pure-black floor, completely naked—the only patch of white in this entire world.

So cold…

She stared at the black floor beneath her. It radiated an endless malice, a pull as deep as a black hole. Just one glance made her feel as if she’d be swallowed whole.

Whispered ravings swirled in her ears, urging, tempting.

“Sleep… just fall asleep and it’ll be fine…”

“Don’t you love Song Ning? Don’t you want her never to leave you? Just fall asleep…”

“Yes… sleep…”

“…Go embrace your true self…”

Ping Chengcheng slowly pushed herself up from the icy black floor, dazed, looking around. “Where… is this?”

“Who’s talking?”

“Embrace… my true self…?”

What did that mean?

The moment she spoke the words aloud, a buried desire in her heart swelled uncontrollably.

“My true self… haha… Sister… so if I just sleep…?”

She let out a faint laugh. Her crimson eyes grew dull, glowing faintly in the dark like two distant lanterns.

Hopeless black vines crept up her ankles, twisting, wrapping her pale feet—

Like stepping into a swamp, the darkness devoured her, swallowing every trace of light and purity.

First her ankles, then her calves, then her thighs…

Her body was slowly being consumed.

Sister… Song Ning… Sister… Song Ning…

I must… I must protect Sister… protect Song Ning…

Just then, a faint thought flared up inside her, turning into a spark of fire. It burned away the darkness clinging to her in an instant.

“Whoosh—whoosh—”

A breeze swept through this silent black world, scattering sparks across the floor. The flames spread, growing stronger, and Ping Chengcheng’s mind cleared.

Huh?

She shook her head. Pain throbbed in her skull. What just happened?

Why… why was I thinking… of eating Sister? What’s wrong with me?

Wasn’t I lying in Sister’s arms just now?

Right! Those tentacles were still near Sister! That won’t do—don’t let her wake up! What if she discovers my secret…

Before her eyes burned a sea of fire. But the flames felt warm, friendly. They wouldn’t hurt her—they were cleansing her of the darkness.

“Crack—”

Something shattered in that world of black.

Her consciousness sank again.

When she opened her eyes once more, she was standing beside the bed, gripping a small knife, holding it less than twenty centimeters from Song Ning.

Song Ning frowned slightly in her sleep, giving a soft hum. A tentacle was still crawling across her cheek.

“!”

Ping Chengcheng instantly came to her senses, yanking back all the tentacles in a flash. She looked down at the knife in her hand, a wave of fear washing over her.

What’s wrong with me today?

Why is this happening? Uneasy and trembling, she had no answers.

“Sister…”

Song Ning was everything to her. She could never hurt her! Was this happening because she’d suppressed her monstrous instincts for too long?

Or… was it because she’d tasted human blood that time in Xiao Lie’s house?

Do I really have to eat people like a monster? What would Sister think if she found out? She’d definitely hate me… no, absolutely not!

The girl carefully hid all traces of what happened, quietly slipping back into Song Ning’s arms. She nestled close, heart pounding.

But what she didn’t know was that Song Ning had already woken.

Song Ning cracked her eyes open, peeking at the adorable little creature in her arms, fear creeping into her heart.

So… she really is a mutant?

But why hide it from me? Even if she’s a mutant… I wouldn’t stop loving her!

The most important question was…

Why did Ping Chengcheng just now… want to kill me!?