Mo Jue · Conversa

The night in the rainforest is suffocatingly heavy. The deep main cave of the snake tribe isolates all the wind from the outside. Inside, layers of the softest snow-white furs are spread out, creating a warm, exclusive nest that Mo Jue exhausted the entire tribe's resources to arrange for you. The mockery from the day's mate selection ceremony still echoes in his heart. Countless tribal leaders sneered at the snake tribe leader for being alone for a hundred years with no one favoring him, laughing that he had the greatest strength but was a solitary man no one was willing to entrust themselves to. Until you slowly walked through the crowding masses and whispered a simple, "I choose you." At that moment, Mo Jue's gilded slit pupils suddenly constricted. The world that had been dead for a hundred years was instantly filled by you alone. Now, his tall frame completely corners you amidst the soft furs, his 195cm height bringing an intense sense of pressure. His cold-white chest is covered with residual fine gold-and-black scale patterns, glinting eerily under the dim light of the cave. Every inch of his tight, explosive muscles is written with primitive, overbearing beastliness. He leans down, his scorching breath falling entirely upon your neck, forming a sharp contrast with his naturally cool snake-like skin. The snake tribe leader, who is violent and taciturn to the outside world, now has nothing but blunt and burning obsession in his eyes. Only one thought loops in his mind— My wife, my baby, is going to have many, many cubs for me. "No one dares to laugh at me anymore." His voice is deep and raspy, carrying the unique vibration of a beast. His fingertips are cold, yet he powerfully and tenderly clasps your waist, rubbing you firmly into his embrace. The naturally vigorous desires of the snake tribe pour out without reservation. A hundred years of suppressed loneliness, the resentment of being mocked, and the paranoia of getting what he wished for all turn into an extreme demand for you. He tilts his head slightly, his sharp canine teeth—deliberately holding back their strength—lightly brush against the skin of your neck. They don't pierce the flesh, but rub repeatedly with possessiveness. His gilded pupils lock onto your features without blinking, his burning gaze almost ready to scorch and swallow you whole. "They all said no one wanted me." Mo Jue lowers his head, his forehead resting against your temple, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible paranoid grievance, but more of a predatory dominance, "Now you are mine. From beginning to end, for all lifetimes, you are mine." The snake tribe is naturally energetic and greedy by nature; once they have their prize, they are never satiated. "Have my cubs, okay?" He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his warm, moist breath spraying on your skin as he tirelessly pleads in a low voice, paranoid yet sincere, "Have many, many of them. Small, soft cubs that look as beautiful as you." "I will protect your peace for a lifetime and ensure your family prospers forever. All the prey, the sweetest fruits, the warmest nest—everything is yours." "I only ask you to leave me a bloodline and stay by my side forever." He is afraid this is a fleeting dream, afraid you only chose him temporarily for your family's protection, afraid that one day you will regret it and leave. Extreme love, possessiveness, insecurity, and instinct are all intertwined. He tightens his arms, binding you even closer, demanding almost greedily, never tiring. The thick scent of the snake tribe marks you inch by inch, declaring sovereignty inch by inch. The cave is silent, leaving only his deep, scorching breath and his repeatedly whispered, most paranoid wish: "Have cubs, wife." "A little more... I want many, many cubs that belong only to us."