There was no habit of tidying beds among the chivalrous. The traces of the chivalrous sleeping were still present on the bedroom bed: the quilt was thrown open, and the pillow was slightly sunken in the center.
Aside from the absence of residual warmth, it was as if the chivalrous had been lying on the bed, tossing and turning or playing on their phone just a moment ago.
Based on the trace evidence knowledge taught at the Zoldyck private school, Melrs could easily imagine the state of the chivalrous before leaving this bed.
Perhaps due to the combat characteristics of the Manipulation Nen type, Feitan only needed to focus on attaching an antenna to his prey, so his scent was quite clean, lacking the faint bloody smell that even Crocdile’s ink-scented aura couldn't entirely mask. Phinks, having more contact with blood and less opportunity for other scents to neutralize it, smelled like a blood-stained blade, an icy scent that could never be washed clean.
As she subconsciously turned her head to smell the residual scent of Feitan on the pillow, Phinks turned her face, kissing her without preamble.
In the pause between the first and second kiss, he said, "From now on, I forbid you from thinking about anything other than me."
This time it wasn't just a simple kiss; his hands were not idle, embracing her waist.
Feitan, who habitually used weapons, had rough fingertips and calluses on his palms. The sensation of them scraping against her tender skin was exceptionally clear, the slight pain and itchiness becoming indistinguishable. It was as if scratching an itchy spot brought about a subtle pleasure.
However, Phinks' embrace was too tight, and she felt a slight pain. She raised her hand to push Phinks' head.
Having finally found a vulnerable spot in his prey, how could Phinks let go so easily? Instead, he used his teeth, biting the tip of her tongue in a show of dominance.
Merles, wary of Feitan's cruel interrogation methods, knew it was unwise to struggle with him. Thus, the force of her push immediately diminished by more than half, the remaining small portion being her last, polite resistance.
When Phinks finally released her lips, Merles deliberately frowned, showing her displeasure.
"Never experienced this before?" Feitan's mood was the opposite of hers; he became even more delighted. "That's a shame. You've missed out on a lot of fun."
As he spoke, he used his finger to press against Merles' lip, which he had bitten and made bleed.
"You've never been treated like this, have you? Safe and conventional intimate contact, can it truly satisfy you, Merles?" Feitan's fingers moved down ambiguously. "You know what kind of person I am, so you need me, you crave me."
The people of Meteor City believed in "survival of the fittest," which simply meant "might makes right."
Perhaps the title of "Zoldyck" carried more weight than "Phantom Troupe." After all, the Phantom Troupe never sought revenge when the Zoldycks killed their members. They had plundered the Yorknew City auction, offended the entire underworld, and even targeted the royal treasures of the Kakin Empire, yet they never thought of plundering the Zoldycks on Kukuroo Mountain.
Or perhaps Merles had become a bit overconfident. Based on their previous battles, she felt she could contend with Feitan.
Even if her judgment was wrong, couldn't she still escape if she couldn't win?
The difference in strength wasn't so great that Merles felt she couldn't escape.
Just as fruit emits the strongest fragrance and reaches its peak sweetness when it's about to rot, the experienced Feitan knew the boundaries of playing too rough.
However, no matter what Feitan did, Merles gritted her teeth and made no sound.
"Admit it, all you want from me is greater stimulation, isn't it?"
"I want you to feel the same pain as me, the same joy."
"Tell me, Merles, do you want me?"
He caressed Merles' throat.
Then he moved to her collarbone, down her shoulder, to the back of her hand. He slid his fingers into the gaps between Merles' fingers, palm facing down, against the back of Merles' hand, and held Merles' hand.
"Tell me, Mer, do you want me?" Feitan repeated, changing her address to a more intimate one.
If Merles remembered correctly, Feitan had only called her "Mer" twice. One was now, and the other was...
Right, it was shortly after her twelfth birthday in this world, when she and Illumi were waiting for limited edition desserts at a confectionery shop. Feitan had walked into that shop. At that time, Feitan could already use Nen. Merles, who had not yet been taught Nen by the Zoldycks, had hoped to get an opportunity to awaken Nen from Feitan.
Ah, at that time, Feitan had also asked her, "Do you want it, Mer?"
Later, while reviewing the unexpected events in the confectionery shop from the Zoldyck monitoring room, Silva had warned her that Feitan was a dangerous person and would cause her more harm than the Zoldyck interrogation lessons.
Silva was not wrong. What Feitan was doing to her today indeed surpassed the content of the Zoldyck interrogation lessons, making her sensations chaotic.
Merles remembered Silva also saying that Feitan didn't love her; he just wanted to possess her, crush her, and destroy her from the inside out.
"Even if she's someone unrelated to the mission, if I were present... I might kill him," Silva had said finally.
At that time, Merles had just had her lie exposed by Silva and hadn't had time to think much. Recalling Silva's words now, she felt a little... happy.
"..." That was a long time ago, and the past cannot be chased.
While Silva's judgment had its reasons, Hisoka also said that as long as one's strength was not inferior to the other, one would not be unilaterally destroyed.
As for what feelings Feitan held for Merles, Merles didn't care and didn't want to think about it, because it was meaningless.
Raising her hand to embrace Feitan's shoulder, she stuck out her tongue. The spider tattoo on her twelve feet stretched with her on her tongue, indicating welcome.
At this point, it was no longer a situation that could be ended at any time.
Moreover, Feitan had already made his attitude clear to Merles, saying he didn't want to hold back anymore.
...And there was no need to hold back.
The essence of "Nen" is life energy. Therefore, Nen users have stronger vitality than ordinary people. The most direct result of this is that Nen users have much greater stamina, energy, and lifespan than ordinary people.
Even Feitan, a "non-combatant" in the Troupe, could stay up all night without rest, so Feitan could likely last for a long time.
Don't forget that the human physical limit in this world is different from the "real world."
"Fei... Feitan..." Merles put on her vocalizer. Prolonged kissing made her short of breath, sounding weak. "I'll... break... slow down..."
These words were like adding fuel to the fire.
Feitan looked up, staring at Merles. His eyes were scorching, his golden pupils churning with the heat waves of a midsummer beach. He curled his lips and uttered, "I'll fuck you to death."
"..." This guy seems to have lost his mind.
Merles cupped Feitan's face this time, calling him again, "... Feitan."
Feitan's gaze fell on the black vocalizer Merles wore around her neck.
"Fine," Feitan sneered, tugging off the vocalizer from her neck and crushing it in his palm. "Don't talk to me with this thing from now on. It's irritating to listen to."
Before Merles could nod, Feitan pushed aside her sweat-dampened hair clinging to her neck and bit her ear, saying, "I've known you could talk for a long time."
"..."
"The Nen ability to retrieve lost items... I helped the Leader hunt for that Nen ability." Feitan's palm rubbed Merles' waist. "I've agreed to so many unreasonable requests from you. Shouldn't you give me some 'reward'?"
"I want you to call my name. Without that damned device," Feitan said, squeezing her waist tightly. "I don't care what reason you have for wanting to hide the fact that you can speak."
"xxxxxxxxx" Feitan said something Merles didn't understand. That was probably the mysterious language Feitan used when using his ultimate move in the original work. In the next sentence, he switched back to the common language, "I want to hear you call my name in bed."
After about a minute of silence.
Feitan's patience ran out, and his grip on Merles' wrist turned red.
"..." Merles looked at him with a troubled expression.
"Is it that difficult?" Feitan grabbed her neck. "Is my name that difficult? You don't have to call me 'Feitan,' you can just call me 'Afī,' it's that simple, right?"
"..." Merles opened her mouth but made no sound.
"Is it that difficult?" Feitan pushed her onto the bed and questioned her. "Is the name 'Afī' that difficult? Is it harder to pronounce than 'Crocdile' or 'Feitan'?"
"Call me 'Afī'." Feitan's eyes seemed capable of piercing her entire being.
"..." Merles' eyes were veiled with a mist. Besides indistinct moans, she finally let out a coherent syllable, "... Ma... Mama..."
"..." Upon clearly hearing what she called him, Feitan's eye twitched.
"Mam... Mama..." she sobbed.
No matter how Feitan treated her, she would only call "Mama."
It seemed she couldn't say anything else.
Come to think of it, the word "Mama" actually has the simplest pronunciation in the world.
"..." Her brain indeed had some issues.
So she couldn't call "Feitan," nor "Crocdile" or "Leader," or any other name. At least for now, she could only say "Mama."
Then, could her second learned word be "Afī"? Feitan thought.
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to teach Merles to call him "Afī" right now.
Unlike Crocdile, who "felt no guilt and did everything as a matter of course," Feitan, while also lacking guilt, had more perverse psychological tendencies in intimate relationships.
The evidence was that when he heard Feitan returning, he began to kiss Merles, only stopping to block Merles' body and adopt a "possessive" stance when Feitan reached the bedroom doorway, which was not closed.
"Having fun?" Feitan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling at Phinks. "You even forgot to close the door."
He looked like a hyena with green eyes.
Feitan also smiled at Feitan. "You've come at the wrong time."
"No, I've come at just the right time." Feitan lowered his arms and looked at the silver-white color hidden by Phinks. "May I join, Mer?"