In the darkness, Zong Yan’s eyelashes suddenly twitched. His consciousness began its return from a deep dream state.
The black-haired young man was curled up on the bed in a strange position, deeply nestled in the embrace of an unidentifiable black shadow.
“It’s only five-thirty. Done sleeping?”
The horrifying, unknowable black shadows wandered down and finally formed a normal human arm, which rested dishonestly on the black-haired young man’s naked back.
“No more sleep… Can’t sleep anymore.”
Zong Yan reached up to rub his eyes, but his considerate, all-seeing lover had already sensed his intentions and was a step ahead of him.
The darkness coalesced into a tissue-like texture and tenderly wiped away the tears that seeped from the black-haired young man’s eyes when he woke up.
The Lord of the Gate didn’t have a strong opinion.
With his current body, Zong Yan didn’t actually need to sleep.
As for why he insisted on sleeping anyway, it was just a habit Zong Yan had followed for eighteen years, and he couldn’t change it that quickly.
Today was a day of great significance for high school students.
It was the first day of the college entrance exam.
The current Zong Yan was no longer the same as the previous Zong Yan, but the moment the words “college entrance exam” were mentioned, he still felt a surge of panic.
The panic was real.
Last night he crawled into bed early. But Zong Yan, who’d always slept well in the past, actually had insomnia for once. In the end, Yog propped up his head in bed and said that if Zong Yan couldn’t sleep, he might as well do something that would make him happy. Anyway, Zong Yan wasn’t bothered enough to press his internal sleep button.
When Zong Yan got up from bed, thousands of shadows began to stir as well.
Each of them swarmed independently. Some took out a fresh outfit from the closet, some began to strip the clothes from the black-haired young man’s body, others got between Zong Yan’s legs quite suggestively, wrapped around his white ankles, and pulled his knees apart.
“… Yog.”
Zong Yan, who still felt a little sleepy, was suddenly wide awake. He let out a slight sound of warning.
Zong Yan was incensed—hadn’t this guy sworn he was a superior evil god who didn’t have unrestrainable sexual impulses like humans? And now what?!
After the first experience, this long-tailed wolf revealed his true nature. Every day he tried to make Zong Yan show more and more extreme facial expressions.
What’s more, because Zong Yan wanted to live as a human, he used his evil god body to perfectly mimic a human being.
But the body of an evil god was still the body of an evil god. Although a human simulation was currently loaded, the configuration was surprisingly luxurious. For example, he possessed the legendary invulnerability to all poisons and an invincible vajra body.
—So of course, no matter how excessively the Lord of the Gate played with him, his body would simply never break.
The Lord of the Gate stopped his increasingly dangerous movements with a regretful sigh.
Yog-Sothoth was the master of time.
No matter the supreme pleasure Zong Yan felt under the shadows’ teasing, even though his body was covered in sticky liquid, his pupils were dilated from excessive stimulation, his skin was flushed a sweet, vivid scarlet, and he was drowning, lost in the rhythmic ebb and flow of the Lord of the Gate’s endless thrusting. Even if he were completely destroyed and his human body became little more than a rag doll, the Lord of Time could restore him good as new.
Furthermore, the Master of Time was also an all-knowing, all-seeing god.
He could precisely locate every sensitive point on Zong Yan’s body, and knew the exact force to use to bring his beloved human to the peak of ecstasy, and knew his most secret needs and desires. He could even block the neurotransmitters in Zong Yan’s body and release them all at once, until the black-haired young man screamed and his mind overloaded and he was forced to switch immediately from human mimic back to evil god mode.
Ultimately, the human body was just too fragile.
Humans could only express love in the gentlest ways…. Perhaps next time he could try to lure his Little Majesty back into the body of an evil god, then do something more exciting?
Although the Lord of the Gate gave up the idea of doing something right now, his shadows continued to strip Zong Yan’s body.
Zong Yan didn’t resist.
In fact, he had to go through a round of this every morning.
The mighty Lord of Time and Space seemed to enjoy the process of changing the clothes of his human being. Every day, Zong Yan’s closet was connected to multiple dimensions, from which a variety of different outfits emerged.
The black-haired young man’s face was stiff. He felt the shadows bring over one item of clothing after another and skillfully put them on his body.
Sometimes Zong Yan felt like he’d become the equivalent of the Lord of the Gate’s doll.
But he had to admit the evil god’s sense of aesthetics was online. Even from Zong Yan’s perspective as a straight man of science, his clothes were chosen so well that no one could pick out anything wrong.
Therefore, the newly-ascended Lord of the Universe had mercy and indulged his lover’s little hobby.
“Open your mouth.”
Zong Yan obediently opened his mouth, and the shadows burrowed inside.
These shadows were adept at a large number of tasks, from undressing to dressing. From washing up to grooming tools, they provided a complete package.
To be fair, Yog-Sothoth couldn’t be faulted as a lover.
The benefit of knowing everything meant he arranged everything in advance, and after learning human behavior, he began to simulate human emotions. The Lord of the Gate’s proverbial EQ jumped from zero to positive infinity at a stroke.
At the moment, Zong Yan and the Lord of the Gate were probably in what would be called the first hot flush of love.
Of course, if Zong Yan ever got tired, the Lord of the Gate could secretly go back in time to restore the initial hot phase of love.
Aside from being a little controlling, Zong Yan couldn’t pick out any bad points in the other party for the time being.
Yog-Sothoth’s desire for control manifested in all aspects, and one of the most important was—
“I’m going to leave for the exam.”
Zong Yan stood in front of the door to the examination room with the document pouch in his hand, and waved to Yog.
The college entrance examination was scheduled for nine o’clock. He woke up early, sat down to a rich breakfast, then ripped through space and stepped into the examination room half an hour in the past.
“Jiayou on the exam.” The Lord of the Gate smiled with a doting expression.
Zong Yan still thought Yog’s smile was a little creepy.
Before the college entrance exam, Zong Yan made a point of explaining that this was a fair examination, and he didn’t want the other party to meddle in any way.
For Zong Yan, taking the college entrance exam was fulfilling a lifelong dream.
In fact, with Yog’s power or his own, if he felt like it, he could go to any university he wanted, and nothing on the entire planet could stop him. Top student in the college entrance exam, a perfect score in all subjects… Anything he imagined, no matter how far away it sounded, would only take a thought.
It was a shame he had no intention of doing so. It would be meaningless.
Zong Yan didn’t even intend to use the Astrologer card.
After they returned from Azathoth’s palace, Zong Yan went back to school like an honest student for more than a month, studying and reviewing seriously, and then he waited for the college entrance exam in June.
This time Zong Yan intended to use everything he’d learned to do well on the exam, without the help of any external forces, and achieve his dream of going to Tsinghua.
Besides, his academic performance wasn’t bad at all. He’d even conquered his worst subject, physics, thanks to the hell mode tutorials of the Lord of the Gate a while back. In the last few mock exams, he ranked among the best in the whole city of Jiangzhou. He suddenly went from a student with a sketchy grasp of certain subjects to a treasure cherished in the palms of the senior teachers of Qingyang High School. He was a top prospect for first place in this year’s college entrance exam.
Zong Yan took out his exam pass and ID card and entered the examination room after a final detailed check at the door.
The moment he walked in, he attracted the attention of many other examinees, but Zong Yan had always accepted and ignored the gaze of others, so he didn’t care too much.
This was the Jiangzhou he was familiar with, the Jiangzhou that used the national exam instead of the Jiangsu version.
Soon, the exam bell rang.
The first test was Chinese.
Zong Yan was confident in every other subject. The science exam wouldn’t be any harder than the Jiangsu exam. As for English, he was sitting on a pile of language ability cards and wouldn’t do badly.
That left Chinese.
Chinese was all over the place. If one of his essays got a bad score, his result could change dramatically. He might beat the odds and get as high as fifty or so points, or fall as low as thirty.
That was why the Chinese teacher of Qingyang High School taught the students to write as conservatively as possible, especially for boys in the science track. It was common for boys’ reading comprehension to be slightly inferior to girls’, while the opposite was true for science.
Unfortunately, this time there was another strong opponent competing for the prize of being the top science student, and that student’s specialty was Chinese.
Although Zong Yan could certainly write a plain, moderate essay that would score somewhere between forty and fifty points, it wouldn’t leave much room to lose points in other subjects. With one careless mistake, his car might overturn, and then he could forget about first place.
People were greedy. He wanted to go to Tsinghua. Since he had the strength, why not go for it?
Zong Yan chewed on his pen and thought about the essay question. He accidentally knocked the 2B pencil in his hand to the ground.
“Please remain in your seat and don’t move. The teacher will pick it up for you.”
He was deep in his thoughts, and when he finally just about decided to let loose, an all-too-familiar voice entered his ears.
The black-haired young man jerked his head up just in time to collide with a pair of golden eyes.
The other person was wearing a black-and-white suit. With short silver-gray hair and a pair of half moon-shaped glasses perched on his nose, he looked elegant, just like an ascetic and sophisticated scholar.
Zong Yan: “…”
The examinees around him were all buried in their questions, and the other proctor was standing at the podium observing the entire exam room.
No one noticed that an evil god had silently infiltrated and replaced the other proctor.
No one showed the slightest surprise at the proctor’s appearance, which was clearly foreign.
“Do your best on the questions and check your work when you have time.”
The Lord of the Gate was as addicted to role-playing as ever. He slightly hooked his finger, and the pen that had fallen to the ground reappeared on Zong Yan’s desk. He even kindly reminded Zong Yan to check his work a few times.
“… Don’t disturb me, I’m working on questions!”
Zong Yan firmly impressed this on the other party.
The Lord of the Gate’s possessiveness and need for control, which were mentioned earlier, had just manifested again.
Zong Yan might meet him anytime, any place, in any situation whatsoever, and his activities were comparable to Nyarla with his army of avatars.
Forget it, who made him my boyfriend?
The black-haired young man spitefully scratched a few strokes on his draft paper. Under the omnipresent eyes of the Lord of the Gate, he continued to immerse himself in his work.
—
The author has something to say:
Extra 1: The college entrance examination is serialized as a major horror movie
I don’t know why I’ve never been able to write everyday emotional scenes, but I’m comfortable writing about the everyday life of an evil god
Maybe in my heart, the daily life of YanYan and Yog is something like this (whisper)
TL Notes:
Welcome to the extras!
press his internal sleep button – My interpretation is that Zong Yan, as an evil god, could just force himself to fall asleep if he really wanted to
vajra – 金刚 – A divine ritual weapon symbolizing the properties of a diamond (indestructibility) and a thunderbolt (irresistible force) from Indian myth (Wikipedia)
[ Project Page | Ko-Fi ✿ | Other translations by Confectioner ]
In the darkness, Zong Yan’s eyelashes suddenly twitched. His consciousness began its return from a deep dream state.
The black-haired young man was curled up on the bed in a strange position, deeply nestled in the embrace of an unidentifiable black shadow.
“It’s only five-thirty. Done sleeping?”
The horrifying, unknowable black shadows wandered down and finally formed a normal human arm, which rested dishonestly on the black-haired young man’s naked back.
“No more sleep… Can’t sleep anymore.”
Zong Yan reached up to rub his eyes, but his considerate, all-seeing lover had already sensed his intentions and was a step ahead of him.
The darkness coalesced into a tissue-like texture and tenderly wiped away the tears that seeped from the black-haired young man’s eyes when he woke up.
The Lord of the Gate didn’t have a strong opinion.
With his current body, Zong Yan didn’t actually need to sleep.
As for why he insisted on sleeping anyway, it was just a habit Zong Yan had followed for eighteen years, and he couldn’t change it that quickly.
Today was a day of great significance for high school students.
It was the first day of the college entrance exam.
The current Zong Yan was no longer the same as the previous Zong Yan, but the moment the words “college entrance exam” were mentioned, he still felt a surge of panic.
The panic was real.
Last night he crawled into bed early. But Zong Yan, who’d always slept well in the past, actually had insomnia for once. In the end, Yog propped up his head in bed and said that if Zong Yan couldn’t sleep, he might as well do something that would make him happy. Anyway, Zong Yan wasn’t bothered enough to press his internal sleep button.
When Zong Yan got up from bed, thousands of shadows began to stir as well.
Each of them swarmed independently. Some took out a fresh outfit from the closet, some began to strip the clothes from the black-haired young man’s body, others got between Zong Yan’s legs quite suggestively, wrapped around his white ankles, and pulled his knees apart.
“… Yog.”
Zong Yan, who still felt a little sleepy, was suddenly wide awake. He let out a slight sound of warning.
Zong Yan was incensed—hadn’t this guy sworn he was a superior evil god who didn’t have unrestrainable sexual impulses like humans? And now what?!
After the first experience, this long-tailed wolf revealed his true nature. Every day he tried to make Zong Yan show more and more extreme facial expressions.
What’s more, because Zong Yan wanted to live as a human, he used his evil god body to perfectly mimic a human being.
But the body of an evil god was still the body of an evil god. Although a human simulation was currently loaded, the configuration was surprisingly luxurious. For example, he possessed the legendary invulnerability to all poisons and an invincible vajra body.
—So of course, no matter how excessively the Lord of the Gate played with him, his body would simply never break.
The Lord of the Gate stopped his increasingly dangerous movements with a regretful sigh.
Yog-Sothoth was the master of time.
No matter the supreme pleasure Zong Yan felt under the shadows’ teasing, even though his body was covered in sticky liquid, his pupils were dilated from excessive stimulation, his skin was flushed a sweet, vivid scarlet, and he was drowning, lost in the rhythmic ebb and flow of the Lord of the Gate’s endless thrusting. Even if he were completely destroyed and his human body became little more than a rag doll, the Lord of Time could restore him good as new.
Furthermore, the Master of Time was also an all-knowing, all-seeing god.
He could precisely locate every sensitive point on Zong Yan’s body, and knew the exact force to use to bring his beloved human to the peak of ecstasy, and knew his most secret needs and desires. He could even block the neurotransmitters in Zong Yan’s body and release them all at once, until the black-haired young man screamed and his mind overloaded and he was forced to switch immediately from human mimic back to evil god mode.
Ultimately, the human body was just too fragile.
Humans could only express love in the gentlest ways…. Perhaps next time he could try to lure his Little Majesty back into the body of an evil god, then do something more exciting?
Although the Lord of the Gate gave up the idea of doing something right now, his shadows continued to strip Zong Yan’s body.
Zong Yan didn’t resist.
In fact, he had to go through a round of this every morning.
The mighty Lord of Time and Space seemed to enjoy the process of changing the clothes of his human being. Every day, Zong Yan’s closet was connected to multiple dimensions, from which a variety of different outfits emerged.
The black-haired young man’s face was stiff. He felt the shadows bring over one item of clothing after another and skillfully put them on his body.
Sometimes Zong Yan felt like he’d become the equivalent of the Lord of the Gate’s doll.
But he had to admit the evil god’s sense of aesthetics was online. Even from Zong Yan’s perspective as a straight man of science, his clothes were chosen so well that no one could pick out anything wrong.
Therefore, the newly-ascended Lord of the Universe had mercy and indulged his lover’s little hobby.
“Open your mouth.”
Zong Yan obediently opened his mouth, and the shadows burrowed inside.
These shadows were adept at a large number of tasks, from undressing to dressing. From washing up to grooming tools, they provided a complete package.
To be fair, Yog-Sothoth couldn’t be faulted as a lover.
The benefit of knowing everything meant he arranged everything in advance, and after learning human behavior, he began to simulate human emotions. The Lord of the Gate’s proverbial EQ jumped from zero to positive infinity at a stroke.
At the moment, Zong Yan and the Lord of the Gate were probably in what would be called the first hot flush of love.
Of course, if Zong Yan ever got tired, the Lord of the Gate could secretly go back in time to restore the initial hot phase of love.
Aside from being a little controlling, Zong Yan couldn’t pick out any bad points in the other party for the time being.
Yog-Sothoth’s desire for control manifested in all aspects, and one of the most important was—
“I’m going to leave for the exam.”
Zong Yan stood in front of the door to the examination room with the document pouch in his hand, and waved to Yog.
The college entrance examination was scheduled for nine o’clock. He woke up early, sat down to a rich breakfast, then ripped through space and stepped into the examination room half an hour in the past.
“Jiayou on the exam.” The Lord of the Gate smiled with a doting expression.
Zong Yan still thought Yog’s smile was a little creepy.
Before the college entrance exam, Zong Yan made a point of explaining that this was a fair examination, and he didn’t want the other party to meddle in any way.
For Zong Yan, taking the college entrance exam was fulfilling a lifelong dream.
In fact, with Yog’s power or his own, if he felt like it, he could go to any university he wanted, and nothing on the entire planet could stop him. Top student in the college entrance exam, a perfect score in all subjects… Anything he imagined, no matter how far away it sounded, would only take a thought.
It was a shame he had no intention of doing so. It would be meaningless.
Zong Yan didn’t even intend to use the Astrologer card.
After they returned from Azathoth’s palace, Zong Yan went back to school like an honest student for more than a month, studying and reviewing seriously, and then he waited for the college entrance exam in June.
This time Zong Yan intended to use everything he’d learned to do well on the exam, without the help of any external forces, and achieve his dream of going to Tsinghua.
Besides, his academic performance wasn’t bad at all. He’d even conquered his worst subject, physics, thanks to the hell mode tutorials of the Lord of the Gate a while back. In the last few mock exams, he ranked among the best in the whole city of Jiangzhou. He suddenly went from a student with a sketchy grasp of certain subjects to a treasure cherished in the palms of the senior teachers of Qingyang High School. He was a top prospect for first place in this year’s college entrance exam.
Zong Yan took out his exam pass and ID card and entered the examination room after a final detailed check at the door.
The moment he walked in, he attracted the attention of many other examinees, but Zong Yan had always accepted and ignored the gaze of others, so he didn’t care too much.
This was the Jiangzhou he was familiar with, the Jiangzhou that used the national exam instead of the Jiangsu version.
Soon, the exam bell rang.
The first test was Chinese.
Zong Yan was confident in every other subject. The science exam wouldn’t be any harder than the Jiangsu exam. As for English, he was sitting on a pile of language ability cards and wouldn’t do badly.
That left Chinese.
Chinese was all over the place. If one of his essays got a bad score, his result could change dramatically. He might beat the odds and get as high as fifty or so points, or fall as low as thirty.
That was why the Chinese teacher of Qingyang High School taught the students to write as conservatively as possible, especially for boys in the science track. It was common for boys’ reading comprehension to be slightly inferior to girls’, while the opposite was true for science.
Unfortunately, this time there was another strong opponent competing for the prize of being the top science student, and that student’s specialty was Chinese.
Although Zong Yan could certainly write a plain, moderate essay that would score somewhere between forty and fifty points, it wouldn’t leave much room to lose points in other subjects. With one careless mistake, his car might overturn, and then he could forget about first place.
People were greedy. He wanted to go to Tsinghua. Since he had the strength, why not go for it?
Zong Yan chewed on his pen and thought about the essay question. He accidentally knocked the 2B pencil in his hand to the ground.
“Please remain in your seat and don’t move. The teacher will pick it up for you.”
He was deep in his thoughts, and when he finally just about decided to let loose, an all-too-familiar voice entered his ears.
The black-haired young man jerked his head up just in time to collide with a pair of golden eyes.
The other person was wearing a black-and-white suit. With short silver-gray hair and a pair of half moon-shaped glasses perched on his nose, he looked elegant, just like an ascetic and sophisticated scholar.
Zong Yan: “…”
The examinees around him were all buried in their questions, and the other proctor was standing at the podium observing the entire exam room.
No one noticed that an evil god had silently infiltrated and replaced the other proctor.
No one showed the slightest surprise at the proctor’s appearance, which was clearly foreign.
“Do your best on the questions and check your work when you have time.”
The Lord of the Gate was as addicted to role-playing as ever. He slightly hooked his finger, and the pen that had fallen to the ground reappeared on Zong Yan’s desk. He even kindly reminded Zong Yan to check his work a few times.
“… Don’t disturb me, I’m working on questions!”
Zong Yan firmly impressed this on the other party.
The Lord of the Gate’s possessiveness and need for control, which were mentioned earlier, had just manifested again.
Zong Yan might meet him anytime, any place, in any situation whatsoever, and his activities were comparable to Nyarla with his army of avatars.
Forget it, who made him my boyfriend?
The black-haired young man spitefully scratched a few strokes on his draft paper. Under the omnipresent eyes of the Lord of the Gate, he continued to immerse himself in his work.
—
The author has something to say:
Extra 1: The college entrance examination is serialized as a major horror movie
I don’t know why I’ve never been able to write everyday emotional scenes, but I’m comfortable writing about the everyday life of an evil god
Maybe in my heart, the daily life of YanYan and Yog is something like this (whisper)
TL Notes:
Welcome to the extras!
press his internal sleep button – My interpretation is that Zong Yan, as an evil god, could just force himself to fall asleep if he really wanted to
vajra – 金刚 – A divine ritual weapon symbolizing the properties of a diamond (indestructibility) and a thunderbolt (irresistible force) from Indian myth (Wikipedia)
[ Project Page | Ko-Fi ✿ | Other translations by Confectioner ]
