After Being Parasitized by a Monster 98

Chapter 98: Period (Occurs between Chapter 42 and 43) (Please watch with caution if you don’t like brainless fantasies)

10th floor, Building 2, North Apartment.

It was late spring, and the weather was neither cold nor hot. The quilt was also not too thin or too thick.

At 2 in the morning, not long after Cheng Ming had finished her work and had gone to sleep, a group of small things began to wriggle under her covers.

The fine, itchy sensation was continuous. When she could no longer bear it, she was woken up.

Consciousness returned by 30%.

“Don’t be noisy…” An inexplicable fatigue and sleepiness. She didn’t want to move at all. She turned over and pressed the mycelia under her, and reached out to press them in a daze, trying to set things right.

But Xiao Ming was still twisting and turning.

“Cheng Ming, Cheng Ming, what is this feeling?” its studious talent had flared up, and it was abnormally curious about its host’s body, and had to wake her up.

Consciousness returned by 50%.

What, what feeling? Cheng Ming opened her eyes, her mind blank. She stared at a point in the void, thinking hard, and brought her attention back to her own senses.

Finally, she felt that something was wrong.

Consciousness returned by 80%.

Along with a “you seem to be bleeding” that had exploded in her mind, Cheng Ming sat up with a swish and clutched her abdomen, completely awake.

Consciousness returned by 100%.

She was like a statue in the dark for a few seconds, and then, she threw off the quilt on her and rushed into the bathroom.

Click! The bright light was turned on, and the warm light came through the patterned glass with a water ripple pattern.

“Are you hurt?” Xiao Ming watched her busy, and the mycelia helped her to look for things, and it also had something to say.

“…” After spending seven or eight minutes to clean herself up, Cheng Ming threw the packaging bag of the sanitary products into the trash can and murmured weakly, “What on earth are you watching every day? Don’t you learn any common sense?”

She found the heating tools that she might need, and then she went to the living room to pour herself a cup of hot water, and then she went back to the bedroom. Her period was irregular, and many things were usually covered in dust.

Being disliked by the host, the mycelia were silent, and just silently took out their phone.

…

It had finished learning.

“What a waste of energy,” Xiao Ming commented.

It was a little dissatisfied with the completely inefficient body mechanism of humans.

Cheng Ming checked the disaster situation of the bed with a flashlight, and after flipping and touching it, fortunately, Xiao Ming had found it in time, and there were no dark, damp marks. She let out a sigh of relief and lay back down in the warm bed, and let out a light “mmph,” noncommittally.

As one of the few animals in nature that could be in heat at any time, primates were indeed a bit special in this aspect, and also a bit troublesome. And even in the ignorant, degenerate, and stigmatized old days, menstrual blood had brought a lot of suffering to human women. To face, accept, and correctly understand this physiological phenomenon was a long history of struggle and a compulsory course for women.

Fortunately, she had a responsible and good mother, and she had not been troubled by this even in her most sensitive adolescence.

However, Xiao Ming seemed to be a little troubled at the moment.

“So hungry,” it first complained, and then after thinking for a moment, it said, “You need to replenish your nutrients now. Why don’t you…”

The mycelia were writhing and moving, and they were squeezing into the gap of her cotton pajamas, and were slipping downwards. The movement was small, but due to the rapid and sensitive collision of the neural signals, 0.01 seconds later, Cheng Ming had gone from being confused and sleepy to having a flash of insight, and she had suddenly understood what dangerous thing it was thinking of.

Instantly, her sleepiness was scared away, and she sat up with a swish—

“No eating!”

…

It was her period, and she had gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the research institute’s storage room to find food to shut the Fish-Fungus’s mouth. The result was that the next morning, her waist was more sore, and her legs were more painful.

However, spring was about to end, and it was the busiest time for the project to be concluded. She still had to work hard.

Xiao Ming was holding a hot water bag with its mycelia and was hiding it under her clothes to warm her stomach. It was a little resentful of her ruthless rejection last night, and it was muttering unhappily:

“There’s clearly a ready-made one… isn’t it good to make use of waste…”

Cheng Ming struggled out of the pile of materials, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking!”

Ever since that shocking statement about body fluids last time, she had been strictly guarding against it and was strictly supervising it. Every time she took a bath, she had to use a hair tie and a hairnet to firmly fix them before she dared to relax and enjoy it.

It was best at finding loopholes in the pre-set rules.

Being exposed in a single sentence, a certain Fish-Fungus was like a deflated balloon, and it reluctantly fell silent.

Cheng Ming thought that she had made her words very clear.

However, in the middle of the next night, she was woken up by a strange sound again.

Rustle, rustle… squish, squish…

The touch was too strange, too bizarre. She almost thought she was dreaming, and in a daze, she had let out a low moan, and her breathing had also changed, and had lost the rhythm it should have had in a dream.

But it was precisely because the touch was so strange and rare that its presence was too strong, and it was completely impossible to ignore.

A series of actions that followed basically replicated the steps of the previous night.

The moment her consciousness returned, Cheng Ming opened her eyes, confused, and dazed. Then, she jumped up in a second! It was as if she had been pricked by a needle, her whole body filled with a stinging and creeping sensation.

Her brain was filled with chaos, confusion, and disbelief. She did not move for a short period of time after she had sat down, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds—

The room was dead silent in the dark night.

Like a rat that had been caught by a house cat, the mycelia were also motionless.

For a full half a minute, the host, who had recovered from her shock, finally let out a scream, “What are you eating?!”

“…”

It was impossible to confess.

The culprit remained silent.

And so, it had become a one-person chaos again.

Swish! The quilt was thrown open, and the sound of pattering footsteps went straight from the bedroom to the bathroom. Click! The light was turned on, and thump—thump! the glass door was pushed flat and then bounced back and closed.

Cheng Ming was really going crazy.

She ran to the sink in the bathroom, and with a click, she turned on the faucet and let the water flow. She grabbed her “hair” with one hand and, looking at the slightly sticky and residual blood on the end, her eyes were seeing stars.

“Aren’t you picky at all?”

Although they ate, lived, and slept together, and even more excessive things had happened, this level of intimacy, absurdity, and advancement… was still too much for Cheng Ming.

Was this something a normal human could do?

Obviously not.

This Fish-Fungus was neither normal, nor human.

She began to fumble on the shelf for a suitable detergent, and the feeling of despair was like picking up her own cat from a sticky mouse board.

Xiao Ming muttered, “Menstrual blood is not something dirty…”

The shed endometrium was just pure human internal tissue and some body fluids and secretions. It was clean and sterile, and of course it had nothing to do with being dirty. Cheng Ming’s madness was clearly not referring to it not being picky about objects, but about occasions. This position was too subtle… was drilling under a person’s body something particularly proper, particularly glorious, and particularly worthy of showing off for it?

Unfortunately, a monster that was not bound by conventional human concepts was good at bypassing restrictions and finding loopholes, and was constantly challenging the lower limit of a person’s tolerance.

Cheng Ming was so angry that her head hurt, “Are you sick?”

Her waist was sore and her chest hurt, and she was easily emotionally volatile when she was wrapped in the hormones of her period. Now she was so suffocated that she was uncomfortable everywhere.

“It just leaked out. I don’t want you to have to wash the sheets tomorrow,” it muttered reasonably and in a low voice. “If your body is tired, I will also feel tired.”

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

Splash. Cheng Ming threw the large clump of mycelia into the sink that was filled with water.

Did it not understand a single good or bad word?

Seeing that it had just been soaked for a while, the red ink-like marks had become clear and colorless—it would not let go of a single blood cell, a single nutrient.

Cheng Ming wiped the water that had splashed in front of her eyes, breathed with difficulty, and tried to be calm:

“Have you ever thought that you might be a dirty thing?”

Did it know how important hygiene was during a period? What about infection?

“No, they’re very clean.”

Xiao Ming showed off its mycelia, and the strands of filamentous substance that had been pulled out from under the water were more like black parasites, and they swayed lively.

“Bacteria and fungi can’t grow around,” it said plausibly, and also unreasonably. “Besides, I didn’t go inside…”

Cheng Ming couldn’t listen anymore.

She slapped them into the water that had been added with laundry detergent, and a countless number of white bubbles rolled up.

After Being Parasitized by a Monster – End