5. Sweet and Tasty
Crack—!
Life always seems to pass amidst coincidences and surprises.
Stepping out of the elevator, Wen Han, holding her daughter, once again coincidentally heard the sound of a door unlocking.
The uncle next door smiled at her earnestly before shyly retreating into his own home.
“…?”
Taking advantage of the moment, Wen Han turned her head to glance inside the room, but all that greeted her was darkness; she couldn’t see anything.
“Mom, are we not going home?”
Little Yuan curiously hugged her mother’s neck, snapping Wen Han back to reality as they headed back into their warm little home.
…
The camera slowly moved from right to left.
Little Yuan was sitting in the “children’s bathtub,” deeply focused on her toys, while Wen Han crouched beside her giving her a bath.
The scene suddenly went black, obstructed by concrete and rebar.
In the dimly lit room, the uncle returned to his space and turned on the bathroom faucet, then carefully, with much tenderness, lifted a pale leg from a bag.
He gently wiped away the dried bloodstains with a towel, meticulously repairing every intricate detail with adhesive, as if treating the most precious of antiques.
The imagery pressed on, once again obscured by concrete and rebar.
“Ha ha ha!”
Holding a little rubber duck, Little Yuan, wrapped in a towel and with wet hair, suddenly ran out of the bathroom.
“Slow down~!” Wen Han admonished helplessly as she tidied up the things in the bathroom.
She drained the hot water, and finally, the steamy atmosphere dissipated, replaced by the aroma of body wash wafting through the air.
“Hmm?”
Something wasn’t right.
It seemed that the scent in the air wasn’t just body wash; there was something else…
Wen Han sniffed contemplatively a few times but concluded it might just be her imagination.
“Forget it, I still have to get Little Yuan to sleep before I can focus on other things!”
…
Clatter, clatter…
Despite being careful, some noise was unavoidable.
Every day, it was only after her daughter had fallen asleep that Wen Han found time for herself.
After all, she wouldn’t want her daughter to see her tattoos and other “not-so-appropriate” things.
Since having this little one, her time was spent entirely on her.
However, this was her choice, and Wen Han had no regrets.
She removed the black stockings she had worn all day, swapping out the sweaty undergarments from running around all day.
Wen Han crumpled them into a ball and tossed them into the basket, her long, seaweed-like hair cascading down under the showerhead as she rinsed off the foam down the drain.
Drip, drip, drip…
In the narrow room, the bathroom light was the only one on, with the sound of water flowing down the drain echoing softly.
Outside the kitchen window, a figure in a hat and sunglasses fleetingly passed by, almost like a trick of the light.
…
“Hmm… Hmm… Hmm…!”
In her thin sleepwear, Wen Han lay in bed frowning as she turned her head tensely several times.
In the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.
“Hiss… That unsettling feeling again.”
“Hmm?” Just as she realized this, she heard a sound nearby that startled her.
Lifting her gaze cautiously, she stepped out of the room and closed the door quietly.
Grrr…
The bathroom emitted a sound reminiscent of a pig eating, like water flowing into the drain.
Wen Han silently approached the restroom and switched on the light with a click.
“Grrr… Hmm?”
Inside the bathroom, a man wearing a hat and sunglasses was gleefully grabbing the pantyhose Wen Han had just taken off, stuffing them into his mouth and chewing vigorously.
As the light flicked on, the man froze instantly, quickly turning around.
“!” Seeing Wen Han, he shot to his feet, astonished, “You… Hehe!”
Wen Han furrowed her brow, lifting a finger, “Shh! My daughter is still sleeping.”
“You… you’re not afraid of me?!”
“Shh!” Wen Han’s face grew serious, “Stay quiet, can’t you understand human language? If you wake her up, will you calm her down?!”
The man was dumbfounded.
He stood there like a statue, watching this woman as she approached and beckoned with her finger.
He hesitated but followed her. Just as he took a step, he suddenly found himself on the balcony.
“Do my stockings taste good?” With her arms crossed, Wen Han finally spoke up, no longer keeping her voice down.
The man fell silent for a moment, “… Sweet! Fragrant! Tasty!”
“Tasty?” Wen Han nodded, “Do you want more? Stockings aren’t that interesting; would you like to lick my toes instead?”
The man’s throat moved nervously, staring at the woman before him, “… Is that possible?”
“Come on then.”
With a snap, she threw her slippers onto the floor.
Wen Han perched herself on the balcony railing, crossed her legs, “Don’t you want to eat? Why aren’t you coming over?” She wiggled her leg, her little toes gently bouncing.
The man surveyed her, unable to resist stealing a glance at her plump, delicate little foot.
He finally couldn’t help but swallow hard, rolling up his sleeves as he approached.
“Wait.” Wen Han suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, “Kneel.”
“Why?”
“Kneel, damn it.” Wen Han sighed impatiently, “Will you kneel or not? If you behave, I might let you lick other places too~”
“… Kneel!”
“Good~!”
Under Wen Han’s smile, the man promptly knelt on the ground, crawling over like a dog.
That little foot was right in front of him, looking like a delectable dish that made his mouth water.
As the man dove in eagerly, he suddenly noticed that the foot was moving towards him.
“Hmm?”
…
Bang—!
In the pitch-black night, a disheveled figure suddenly burst from the balcony, hovering in mid-air.
Casually slipping on her slippers, Wen Han stepped onto the balcony and looked down.
With a loud thud, the figure fell from the twelfth floor onto the ground but quickly scrambled back up.
“I can tell at a glance you’re not human!”
Wen Han squinted and jumped up, landing behind the man just as he stood.
“Roar!” A beast-like howl escaped her lips.
The man slowly turned, but he was no longer in his previous form.
His human features now had the facial features of a wild boar. His body was draped in all kinds of pantyhose, each one dripping with drool.
“Ew~!” Wen Han immediately scrunched her brows in disgust, “What is this? And you’re not… human?”
This was the first time she sensed something that wasn’t a wizard, but rather… a monster?
What in the world was this? Why had she never seen it before?
“So beautiful feet, such a lovely taste! I want! I want! I want!!!”
With a howl, the pig-headed creature suddenly lunged at her, eyes filled with infatuation.
The creature, draped in drool, approached swiftly, triggering Wen Han’s instinct to back up in revulsion, bending her knee and grasping her slipper tightly.
“Stupid pighead!”
Whack!
The slipper came down hard on the pig head, causing it to bounce like jelly.
Wen Han was as quick as lightning, grabbing the creature’s ear and unrelentingly smashing down the slipper, rendering it defenseless.
“Stop hitting! Stop hitting!”
“Okay!”
Wen Han released her grip and lifted her leg to deliver a swift kick.
Thud!
The pig head let out a shriek, crashing against the wall and falling silent.
“How can this woman… be so strong?”
“Do you still want to lick my feet? Pig Hero?”
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the pig-headed creature.
He looked up to find Wen Han standing before him.
“Wait! I still have something to…”
Bang!
Before he could finish, Wen Han stomped her foot down directly on the pig head, crushing it.
A burst of green light exploded forth, and soon glowing orbs reminiscent of fireflies floated in the air.
She stared in bewilderment at the scene before her, and her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of something on the ground that hadn’t been there moments ago.
“Hmm? What’s this…?”
