Chapter 3
“A snake wanted an heir, a snake wanted a son, and a man’s wife was kidnapped to open an ancestral temple. The scholar did not refuse, but opened his legs to welcome the snake’s seeds!”
A few months later, at the entrance of the village, several children were running in circles, singing nursery rhymes. The next moment, the scholar suddenly opened the door and threw a pen at the group of children, who immediately dispersed.
The scholar was so angry that he leaned against the door, touched his chest, and coughed a few times, his face pale.
“Why are you pretending?” A woman passed by with a hand full of starched clothes and glanced at the weak scholar. “What’s the point of bullying a child if you don’t let the child sing about what you have done?”
“Mom!” The two children ran over immediately, hugging the woman and laughing.
“Listen to mother and don’t come to this house in the future. This house is unclean and very unlucky.”
The woman pouted and took the child away. The scholar tightened his clothes and said nothing.
Those few nights with the snake demon seemed like a distant dream. After waking up from the dream, the snake demon on the bed had disappeared without a trace. The feeling of suffering day and night seemed to have faded away, replaced by endless questioning from the villagers.
At first, he still worked as a teacher in a private school, but soon he could no longer be a teacher. When he was holding a book and teaching, he suddenly noticed something strange in his body, as if he was emitting dense cold and hot sensations. He put his hands on the edge of the table, and his expression changed.
It felt like a snake’s tail was poking into his trousers, making him uncomfortable. The students’ voices stopped reciting poems, and they no longer shook their heads while reciting sutras, but looked at him in surprise.
“Sir, are you feeling unwell?”
He could only shake his head, calmly picked up the book, and explained the scriptures. However, the feeling in his body grew more intense, so intense that he could no longer ignore it.
The closer the cold snake tail squeezed, the more it seemed to come from the nostalgia and longing of the snake demon’s body. The snake scales on his chest and legs were vaguely itchy, bringing him back to those entangled nights with the snake demon, when the snake demon pressed down to suck his essence.
Wrapping, enveloping, completely suppressing.
It was like a snake’s tail wrapped around his ankle, and the snake demon’s hand touched his cheek. He could feel the demon-like body temperature approaching coldly, as if it was about to move.
He could only hurriedly hold the book tightly, quickly avoid the students, and finally hide in the woods beside the private school, enduring alone in the shadows.
After enduring it for an hour, his body softened, his complexion changed, and his hair was wet with sweat. It stuck to his forehead and felt uncomfortable, but the feeling still lingered in his body.
After that, the sensation came up a few more times, making him gradually become at a loss. If he endured it, he would collapse in less than a quarter of an hour. If he gave in, he would want it more. The more times it happened, the more he felt that he looked disgusting and no longer resembled himself.
Why did he keep having desires when he had only been sucked of his essence? The scholar didn’t know what the big snake had done to him, but he knew he could no longer return to his old life.
He quit his teaching job and hid in his house all day long. People in the village seemed to be aware of the scent and began to gossip about him.
No one cared that the scholar had been forcibly shackled by the snake demon during those nights and had been sucked of his essence. They only thought that the scholar had misbehaved and welcomed the snake demon to his bed. He was the “snake wife” who had been molested and abandoned by the snake demon.
In three months, the snake demon hadn’t returned once. This was originally a good thing, but the villagers’ looks toward the scholar changed from concealed disgust to blatant ridicule and contempt.
“He actually still has the face to continue living in this world.”
Beside the door, the scholar lowered his eyelashes and trembled his fingers slightly.
A teasing whistle suddenly brought the scholar back to his senses. He raised his head and saw several gangsters at the entrance of the village, leaning on each other’s shoulders, looking him up and down.
“Who are you pretending to be, like a noble concubine? Why don’t you lift up your clothes and let me feel comfortable?”
The scholar’s face darkened, and he turned around to go back to the house, but the gangsters hurriedly stopped him.
“Do you remember what it feels like?”
“Get away.” The scholar clenched his fingers.
“Tell me how you serve it,” the ruffian smiled and raised his chin. “The blind one said, the snake’s tail patted your butt, and you rushed to meet it. I couldn’t tell that you actually act like this. Such a temperament.”
The scholar angrily pushed the talking gangster away, but was shoved against the wall by several hands. In the chaos, someone pinched him, and he screamed, his pupils shrinking.
“Let me go!”
“What are you pretending for? Ask the people in the village? Which one hasn’t heard you screaming in the middle of the night? Do you still think you’re a noble scholar?”
The rough palm slapped his face unceremoniously, and the gown was forcefully torn open, revealing a few half-hidden snake scales on his chest and legs. The snake scales had a navy-black colour, like a birthmark growing on the scholar’s skin. They didn’t look scary, but they seemed a bit eerie.
The scholar shamefully tried to cover the traces, but was pulled further apart.
Several hands stretched out. The scholar tried to struggle but couldn’t break free. His fair skin turned red with anger. Everyone laughed when they saw this.
“Are you still angry?”
“If you get angry, show it to your brother.”
The scholar’s face was patted, and someone grabbed his ankle. He fell to the ground, and several people tried to drag him into the house. Outside the fence, the sound of a cane tapping heavily on the ground was heard.
“What is everyone doing in broad daylight?!”
“Ouch, village chief!”
The ruffian raised his head and saw the village chief standing there with a trembling white beard and a stern look on his face. He hurriedly picked up his companion.
“Village chief, we’re just playing with the scholar,” several people said with a smile. “We didn’t do anything.”
“You didn’t do anything?” The village chief snorted. “Why is that man laying on the ground?”
On the ground, the scholar quickly gathered his torn clothes and clenched his fingers.
The ruffian laughed nervously and said, “Village chief, don’t look at him like this, but he’s actually very happy in his heart.”
“That’s right,” the gangster next to him yelled, “before I even did anything, his body became weak.”
“I see that you guys are playing around every day and are ignorant. Your parents have given birth to and raised you in vain!” the village chief scolded with a stern face, raising his crutch and about to hit him.
“Hey, it’s our fault, please don’t get angry,” several gangsters hurriedly ran out. “Calm down, calm down…”
“Get out of here!”
Several gangsters ran away, and the village chief put down his crutch and snorted coldly.
Just as the scholar was about to thank him, he saw the village chief glance at him lightly, turn around, and walk out.
“With the reputation of being a scholar, you actually do such nasty things with this kind of people,” the village chief said without looking back. “You don’t care about your reputation; it’s really bringing shame.”
The scholar was stunned, and his breathing suddenly became tight.
He lowered his head in embarrassment, wanting to explain but not knowing what to say. He saw traces of snake scales still on his legs. He felt like a sacrifice that had been forcibly put on the stage. After the Immortal used him, he became a broken object. No one sympathized with him; no one pitied him.
The scholar hurriedly covered his snake scales and fled into the house.