Beastmaster of the Ages

Feiling was placed on the bed, tightly bound and unable to move. A terrifyingly cold light flickered in her eyes as she glared at Tianming, her expression frosty. She didn't need words to give her most vicious warning.

"Are you trying to scare me?" Leaning in, Tianming stared straight into her eyes. When he was less than three centimeters away from her, both of their breaths were audible.

"Don't you know everything? We've tried every trick in the book, and each time, you lay in my arms and shyly ask for me to go again. But now you pretend you don't know?"

"Shut up!" Voice hoarse, she bit her lips. The more she struggled, the colder her gaze became. While she was brimming with killing intent, Tianming stretched out his fingers and squeezed the corners of her mouth, forming a little 'O' shape. No matter how angry someone was, they would look adorable with their lips squeezed.

"Li! Mmm... die...." Despite her struggles, the divine artifacts remained secure. The difference in strength between Feiling and Starchasers was insurmountable, and the only part of her body that she could move was her eyes.

"We're a family. You're the one I love most. Don't do this, alright? Ling'er, maybe there isn't another personality. You're the Lord of Perpetia, and also Feiling. They're just different stages of your life. In the last ten years, you've accepted me as your lover, but not in the long years before that. Although rejection is engraved in your bones, it's also the reason you deny yourself," Tianming said.

"You're… wrong… I...." She couldn't speak clearly with her lips squeezed, but the more angry she was, the cuter she looked.

"Fine. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. Let's kiss instead," Tianming said.

"No... Mmph!" Her refusal couldn't stop Tianming. She could only helplessly watch as the man before her used her lips. After a long time, Tianming finally released Feiling, only to see her cheeks red from the squeezing.

"Oh? Are you blushing? My dear wife, that means you feel it too," Tianming laughed.

Feiling grit her teeth, so angry that she couldn't speak. How was this considered blushing? It was clearly due to his pinching!

Lips sore, she angrily, asked, "Are you a woodpecker?!"

"That's right. I'm a woodpecker, above and below, and I have both strength and stamina."

Such a man could even melt icebergs that had existed for a billion years. Not because of the temperature, perhaps, but out of sheer rage. Feiling had exhausted all the profanity she could think of.

"Baby, don't be angry. Listen to me, what you need is some time to get used to it. Anyway, we've already done everything in the wondersky realm. Give me a chance and we'll suppress that instinct of yours. I get it, intimacy makes you uncomfortable. But that just means you need a handsome young man who's as spirited as spring. As it happens, you're a lucky girl because I'm that man."

"Fuck off!"

"Do you mean on the bed? If that's what you want, I have no objections. After all, it's my duty to serve you. This may be my first time as a husband, but I was born for this role. If there's a rating for husbands, I must be one of the best."

"Shut up! You're so noisy!"

"Noisy? How can this be considered noise? My voice is so sweet. If anything, it sounds like the gentle caress of love. Do you feel it?"

Feiling glanced at his hand. What did it have to do with love? It was clearly his hand! She screamed in frustration. With how much she instinctively resisted, she was about to go mad. "Go away! I'm begging you...." She collapsed, light blue tears rolling down her face so her originally cold, aloof gaze appeared beaten and despondent.

Tianming quickly let go of her. Feiling was the most important thing in his life, so of course he wasn't willing to torment her; he didn't have a choice. Although he appeared easygoing, he panicked the moment her eyes dimmed. "Give me a chance, won't you? I won't let you down. I'm not clear about your real identity, but fate brought us together. These years may be short for you, but for me they're my whole life. I can't let go of you." Tianming stood in front of her, enduring the hatred in her eyes.

"No, that's impossible." Her hazy gaze swept over him like an icy wave.

"Don't force me," Tianming said.

"I'll never be yours if you touch me against my will. This isn't a joke. How am I supposed to love you when I hate you? How can I fall for a rude rapist who wants to suppress me?" She stared into his eyes, her every word solemn.

Tianming's mind was sluggish with shock. This was counterproductive; subduing her wasn't a good idea and might backfire. The harder he pushed, the more she hated him.

"If you really love me, you must respect me. We might have gone through life and death in the last ten years, but that doesn't mean I have to accept you in my long life. You're still far from that," she coldly said. Feiling seemed divided. It was as if she had amnesia and had become another person—that is, the Feiling who belonged to him. However, memories of her past had emerged little by little, causing a change in her personality. The two parts had their own beliefs and opinions, so it seemed like she was two separate people.

Tianming deeply inhaled. He understood now; what he wanted wasn't to conquer. That would be disrespectful to Feiling, and would only cause the two personalities to drift farther apart. Only by finding common ground could they be integrated and become one—the real Feiling.

"We can't change the past, deny who we used to be, or remove parts of our life," he said, his voice low.

"It's good that you know that." Saying that meant she was giving Tianming a chance, an opportunity to pursue her again. Perhaps the day her heart softened would be the day she was no longer divided. Seeing the cold and loneliness in her eyes, Tianming felt that he had a long way to go. The person in front of him was definitely the Lord of Perpetia he had seen in Xian Xian's visions. She might even be the old undying 'monster' related to the decapath era godswords.