Moans spilled out of his lips louder now, rolling out of his chest one after the other, shaking the empty forest.
His voice didn't even sound like his own anymore. It was too high, too soft, too much like a girl.
The sound of him echoed, bouncing off the trees, mixing with the rustle of leaves until it felt like the whole forest was moaning back at him.
He stayed down on his knees, clutching his chest, his body shaking with each squeeze, his mouth open, his breath spilling, his moans rising louder and louder.
One of his hands slipped free from the melon. It rose up slow, trembling, moving down without his consent.
His eyes followed it, wide, shaking, like he was watching someone else's hand. Like it wasn't his.
"No… no no no… don't you dare…"
The hand lowered, inch by inch, sliding down his stomach. Lower. Closer.
His breath caught. His lips moved, shaping the word "Nooo…" like he was trying to drag it out, long and painful, but no sound left his throat.
"Don't touch it… don't go there…" That's the dream of every nerd. The forbidden fruit.
His head shook fast, hair whipping across his face, but the hand kept moving, lower and lower, like it had its own will.
He could almost feel it, the heat waiting below. His body betrayed him, pulling him closer to the forbidden spot.
His lips trembled, pounding like a drum, trying to say it again, the long "Nooo…" that never fully came out.
"Don't defile yourself with your own body… don't you dare…"
But the hand didn't stop.
"God, if anyone is watching me right now—this is not me! I repeat, this is NOT me, it's my fucking hand!"
His eyes were filling with water, tears rolling down like a river from the corner, dripping fast, his face red, his teeth grinding as he tried to fight his own body.
Behind him, she stood frozen, but her breath was heavy, her chest rising and falling fast. Her eyes were stuck on him, wide, round, glowing faint, and she couldn't look away.
Her throat went dry, but her mouth betrayed her. Saliva spilled at the corner, drooling down her lip, her tongue pressing against her teeth as if her body wanted to move on its own.
In her head, she was dreaming, wild and clear. Dreaming of her hands grabbing her master's chest, squeezing, pressing her face into it, her mouth biting down, sucking hard until she could taste all the heat that made him shake.
Her hands twitched, her fingers itching, curling open and shut like she was holding herself back.
But her mind already moved ahead. It told her to grab his chest, to slide lower, to touch the forbidden fruit she was too fighting so hard to hide from even herself.
Her cheeks burned red, her legs pressed together, but she couldn't stop staring. She wanted to touch. She wanted to feel it.
Her fingers slapped her cheeks again, smack smack, her eyes wide.
"No! Nooo! No way!" she hissed, her voice wobbling. "He is not she… she is not he… wait… he is he, but also she, but also—ahhhh what the hell am I even saying?!"
Her arms flailed in front of her, crossing, uncrossing, like she was fighting invisible air. "I don't like she! I like he! Or maybe I like she-she but only if the she is he-he turned into she—arghhh!"
She bent down, clutching her head tight, her horns almost poking her own hands. "Master is master! Yes! But is master he-master or she-master?! Oh gods, what if I like both?! Am I… broken?!"
Her face was red all the way to her ears, her lips trembling, drool slipping at the corner of her mouth. "But-but-but the chest looks soft… the fruit looks forbidden… I wanna squeeze… I don't wanna squeeze… do I wanna squeeze?!"
She froze, then shook her head fast like a rattling toy. "No! Bad! Stop! Shut up brain! Shut up mouth! Don't say weird things!"
Her heart banged hard against her ribs, her legs trembling. "No, no… I'm not like this… I'm not like this… am I like this?!"
At the same time, inside Liu Yang's head, a thought hit like a slap.
"Wait… what if… oh no… what if she's watching me right now?"
His eyes rolled slowly to the side, then forward again. His palms pressed the melons harder. His soul screamed.
"Oh god, no. She is watching. She is watching. Her eyes on me. She's seeing everything."
His throat dried, his breath quick. "Fuck… this is worse. This is worse than dying. I'd rather die right now than be caught pressing my own melons like a psycho."
He lowered his head, sweat running down his temple, his hands still moving on their own. His voice shook inside.
"System… kill me. Just end me. Please."
But then Liu Yang's hands froze on his chest. His mouth opened slow, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"…the fuck… she broken?!"
He blinked hard, sweat on his forehead. His lips twitched.
"Wait wait wait… what the hell is she doing? Is she fighting herself or having a mental breakdown?"
His eyes narrowed, his shoulders stiff. "…oh no… don't tell me… she's worse than me."
Then a sudden nasty thought slid in his head. His throat bobbed, his lips trembled.
"W-wait… no way… don't tell me…"
He stared at her again—her red cheeks, her shy eyes, the way her hands kept twitching like she wanted to grab something.
His voice inside cracked, shaking.
"She… she's blushing… she's drooling… oh shit… oh shit… is she—"
His whole body shook, his knees weak.
"Cough cough… is she actually dreaming of… of… doing that with me… while I'm in this girl body?!"
His teeth chattered, his head shook fast like a rattle.
"No no no no! This is illegal! This is immoral! This is… oh god… she's thinking it… I know she's thinking it!"