This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 139

When Jiang Luo finished writing the line, he smiled instead, only a light smile, as if he were a different person compared to his old self, “Isn’t this desire dirty?”

“Snapped.”

The slender teaching rod breaks in half in the slender fingers of the white gloves.

The young, handsome teacher curved his mouth and became expressionless.

Low air pressure permeates the classroom.

Jiang Luo looks at ease, his upturned eyes used to be sharp and smiling. Now, however, these beautiful eyes have become much more detached, like those of a god who has transcended the world, untouched by it.

Chi You laughed sharply a few times, “Dirty?”

His laughter stopped and he repeated grimly, “Dirty?”

Jiang Luo’s heart is bursting with joy.

Yeah, you’re dirty, you’re dirty as hell.

The evil spirit looked up at Jiang Luo with a haze over his head, and he tapped the blackboard with the rest of his teaching stick, “What a pity, Jiang Luo. You still answered this question incorrectly.”

Jiang Luo looks at him quietly.

Chi You said, “How can you use such a vulgar description as ‘making love’ when the teacher is clearly talking about going to bed?”

Jiang Luo’s mouth seemed to be fitted with a handle designed to stimulate evil spirits as he mimicked the unearthly look of the predestined man and said helplessly, “Teacher, whether it’s going to bed or having sex, it describes the same thing.”

“It’s the kind of thing that gets dirty when you talk about it too much.”

When he finished, Jiang Luo tried to go down to the podium, but he was abruptly pinned to the blackboard. His cheek rubbed against the writing on the blackboard, staining it with coarse chalk dust.

His hands were bound behind him, the evil spirit imprisoning his wrists, and his voice was cold, “You were given two chances and you failed to answer the question, student Jiang Luo, you have disappointed your teacher.”

“The teacher is going to give you some punishment so that you know to listen properly in future.”

Jiang Luo’s eyes flashed, what punishment?

“Teacher,” he sighed, as if he didn’t understand Chi You’s anger, “how can any teacher treat a student like that?”

He didn’t even bother to struggle, but the more he did, the more the evil spirit’s fire intensified. Jiang Luo knew it well, but deliberately twisted his head and advised bitterly, “Teacher, this is not right.”

His mouth says no, but the ends of his eyes are gently teased with a persuasive meaning, at first glance like a desireless man, but at second glance like a lustful ghost who takes lives.

Chi You’s abdomen was suddenly tickled by something slapdash and the evil spirit paused as he lowered his head and looked at Jiang Luo’s hands.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Luo said lightly, “my hand hurts a little from your grip.”

It’s meant to hurt, after all, the wrists are showing bruise marks. The fingers are engorged with blood and are already red on all ten fingers.

Like crushed rose petals.

The evil spirit’s hostile anger seems to be divided into two strands: one is irritated by Jiang Luo’s appearance at this moment, and the other is the internal fire provoked by Jiang Luo.

But more than addressing these desires, he wants to force Jiang Luo to return to his original state.

Jiang Luo does not struggle, does not provoke, is as vulnerable as if he would not resist even if Chi You were to crush him. Chi You doesn’t know why such a heavy dose of irritation and violence has risen, but knowing that Jiang Luo has taken a dip in Tianbi Pond with his nemesis, his mind is throbbing, his sanity slipping to the edge of darkness.

Chi You watches Jiang Luo.

The dark-haired young man’s heart was extremely calm, even if his face was fluctuating. That peace was not the peace Jiang Luo had managed to resist in the past, but the blankness that comes from not caring about life and death and having no desire.

I’m so sick of you in this state.

The evil spirit thought.

No desire?

Then it is good to give birth to desire.

Feeling dirty?

Then let you get even dirtier.

He will make Jiang Luo what he used to be.

“Dirty?” The evil spirit suddenly laughed, “Who’s dirty?”

The dark-haired youth restrained by him said without fear even as he lost interest in antagonising him, “You.”

“I ah ……” said the evil spirit meaninglessly and with an exclamation, “So I’m the one who’s dirty.”

“You are quite right,” the evil spirit laughed lowly, dipping his head and dropping a dangerously invasive kiss on the back of Jiang Luo’s unguarded neck, “I rise to lust for you, and lust is filthy, and so am I.”

A wonderful excitement stained the evil spirit’s eyes, and his voice gradually took on a sensual low tone, “Then I’ll stain you too.”

His other hand, poking through the hem of Jiang Luo’s shirt, crawls up and down the youth’s wonderfully tight back.

The skin was elastic and the evil spirit’s hand almost danced an ambiguous dance on it.

Jiang Luo frowned, his tone still smooth, “I’m not interested in you.”

Chi You looked down, seeing his collarbone in his shirt from his slender neck, the youth’s thin form set off by his leanness. The murmur of the fan turning grew louder and the evil spirit smiled oddly, “I’m interested in you just fine.”

Jiang Luo’s frown deepened, every change in his expression at the moment causing a perverse-like excitement in the evil spirit. The evil spirit had even deliberately left a loophole for him to break free, and sure enough, he watched the dark-haired youth hesitate for a moment before fleeing away from his precincts.

The villain’s hair was slightly dishevelled and beneath his gold-rimmed glasses his eyes were unsuspecting like those of a monster of the abyss.

The dark-haired young man, washed of desire, managed to be stirred up a little by him and said with slight disgust, “Don’t touch me.”

The evil spirit laughed from low to high, and the students on the stage laughed too. The laughter merged together and became eerie and frightening. Jiang Luo looked back and the students’ faces became frightening as they stared straight at Jiang Luo, taking in the half-obscured kiss that Jiang Luo and the evil spirit had just shared.

Jiang Luo stood at the podium, not knowing whether to go down or not.

The evil spirit went to stand by the podium, he knocked on the edge of the podium with his teaching rod and smiled at Jiang Luo, “Jiang, come and sit here.”

Jiang Luo did not move, and the evil spirit feigned surprise, “Do you want the teacher to hold you?”

He stepped forward, slapped down Jiang Luo’s hands that were blocking him, picked him up forcefully and placed him on the edge of the podium.

The man’s possessive stance said it all as he looked at Jiang Luo with a smirk, “I never thought you’d have a day like this.”

“I’m disappointed that such a little trick has got you under control,” the evil spirit said carelessly, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Luo, not sparing him a single expression, “shall I say that you are worthy of being human? Still so weak.”

Having been deceived by this human so much, the evil spirit had to wonder if Jiang Luo was pretending to deceive him this time.

“Who is the other side? The Fatal Man?” Chi You tried one step at a time, scoffing, “He’s got you under control with ease, huh?”

As he said this, his hand began to rub Jiang Luo’s thigh in an unspoken way, sliding up and down his leg.

” Jiang Luo , you’ve become boring too.”

Jiang Luo’s thighs tightened and he lifted his eyes to look at the evil spirit, “It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

“I just simply think you make me feel dirty.”

The corners of the villain’s elegantly curled lips stiffened.

After a few moments, he suddenly waved his hand.

The group of fake students disappeared from the classroom.

Jiang Luo Yu Guang swept behind him, staggered by the possessiveness of the evil spirits.

People are fake and he has to make them disappear?

Jiang Luo felt a sudden weight on the back of his head.

The pressure was like a huge hand was pressing against his spine, pressing against his head, forcing him to close in on the evil spirit and bring his lips up of his own accord.

The evil spirit laughed low and enjoyed the youth’s lips, kissing them back without mercy.

The kiss was so vicious that it almost seemed to devour Jiang Luo’s flesh, his lips splitting open and dripping with blood.

From indifference, Jiang Luo began to struggle in a subtle way.

The kiss came to a hasty halt.

The evil demon’s eyes were darkened as he was pushed away and the youth sat at the edge of the podium, the long silk pulled from within his lips hanging from the vile lips. He looked at the evil demon with a greater wavering in his eyes, it was all wonderful and the evil demon had a feeling of reinventing Jiang Luo as he grinned his lips, “Let us, then, get down to business.”

*

The evil spirit kissed Jiang Luo on his tailbone.

On the podium, chalk and thermoses are scattered on the floor. The straight, slender legs of the dark-haired young man dangled from the edge of the lectern, white and confusing.

The evil spirit is raised and draped above the arm.

“You’re dirty too,” he said in a deliberate tone of exaggerated surprise, “so dirty.”

The evil spirit stifled a few laughs.

Sweat dripped from the evil spirit’s body onto Jiang Luo’s, who grunted, only to be greeted by an even more violent storm.

Jiang Luo’s hands are tense, the tendons in his neck clear, the blood flowing fast in his veins.

The inner chest vibrates faster.

Flutter, flutter.

Jiang Luo’s nasal breathing becomes ragged.

The evil spirit watched with his own eyes as the dark-haired youth’s calm, unruffled eyes finally wavered, his emotionless, lustless appearance shattered as there was desire grinding up from the depths of his eyes.

He has soiled Jiang Luo.

It makes almost every nerve in Chi You tremble with pleasure.

Sobering up, the dark haired youth looked incredulously at the state in front of him and without hesitation, kicked at the evil spirit. Acting out a look of panic as his temperament returned, ” Chi You–”

The hatred is also itchy.

But the evil spirit burst out laughing, he was in such a good mood that even a blind man could see it, clutching Jiang Luo’s ankle that he had kicked with all his might and biting a tooth mark on his calf, “Classmate Jiang, just woken up and you’re so enthusiastic?”

He suppressed all attacks from Jiang Luo and forcefully pinned him down, pinching Jiang Luo’s chin and looking out into the youth’s bright, burning eyes, the evil spirit’s soul seemed to throb as he suddenly laughed low, the nerves in his laughter raising goose bumps.

The evil spirit said, “I really do have some desire to sit out our lover status.”

Jiang Luo’s eyes widened abruptly.

*

At 8am, it was already light at the edge of the sky.

The dark-haired young man on the bed’s eyelids fluttered slightly, the sweat on his forehead staining his pillowcase and his dark hair, wretched and dripping with dry charm.

After a long time, he let out a low groan and finally opened his eyes slowly.

Jiang Luo took a moment to relax lazily, lifted the covers to look at them, and immediately frowned again.

Muttering to myself, “I almost forgot I had to wash my trousers ……”

But now he was so tingly and lazy that Jiang Luo didn’t want to move at all. After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Luo quickly decided to throw away his soiled trousers and sheets.

Jiang Luo stretches and gets up slowly from the bed. He straightened himself before going to the mirror to see how he looked at that moment.

The cheeks were flushed and the lips were red and dripping with blood. A taste of insatiable satisfaction mingled between the youth’s eyebrows, and a faint touch of affection dotted the corners of his eyes.

A bit of a …… wave.

Jiang Luo’s eyes twitched at the corners and he turned around and slowly burned all the dirty clothes.

Last night was a great feeling.

Jiang Luo’s mouth picks up at the corners, humming as his fingers fondle impatiently.

Unfortunately there wasn’t an afterthought, but no matter, he got his kicks.