The Sad Life(ves?) of a Chinese Teen

Chapter 5: Fuck I'm Screwed

During those few hours, the two had unconsciously become closer. Lyaksander called Trist 'freckle-face', while Trist called Lyaksander her 'tiny fat sugar child'.

How she got that name, he'll never know.

They talked more after they ate, before the door slammed open again.

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Lyaksander winced.

Stop this door abuse!

Trist had a similar reaction, and turned towards the door.

"Yo, don't-" She stopped.

Her voice was cut short from the new scents invading the room. These scents almost dominated his and Trist's, instantly setting off warning flags in his head.

The slightly more feral part of Lyaksander's instincts had recognized Trust as a friend, someone to be on equal ground with. So what do you do when you and your allies scent is over-powered?

Lyaksander's answer: FUCKING RUNNNNnNNn

Bing Xing: Hell no, face this like a true man! I trained you for this!

To combat this, Lyaksander tried to take control over the room again, his scent becoming more potent as ii clashed with the intruders.

The first scent was delicate and flowery. It was a mesmerizing combination of jasmine, ginseng roots, apples and chamomile. It flowed around him like water, gently brushing past his face and into the room.

Lyaksander scoffed.

He was disgusted.

His hair raised on end, and his eyes flashed golden.

Muscles tensing, he immediately overpowered that disgusting odor with his own, successfully re-stating his authority over that stranger.

He felt a low growl build up in his throat, rumbling like an angry lion. Fangs sharpening, pupils dilating. His nails stretched into claws, and he could feel the cushion being punctured under his grip.

Realizing what he was doing, he quickly shut the feral part of himself down, trying to minimize his damage as much as possible.

The unwelcome perfume came from a girl with a round, heart shaped face. Her snowy skin and pale pink cheeks made her look like a doll.

Fluffy, black bear's ears were attached to her head, large and poofy, making anyone who saw her want to pet them.

Innocent, chocolate brown eyes adorned her cute face.

Silky white hair flowed down her back, slowly turning black at the tips.

Her delicate, petite body was dressed in an innocent enough white shirt-dress.

That just happened to be missing a button barely above her breasts.

That just happened to be a little too tight around her waist and thighs.

That just happened to end a little too high above her knees.

Lyaksander inwardly snorted.

Of course, she is so 'innocent'! He thought sarcastically.

She was Asian, and Lyaksander guessed that she was supposed to be cute.

Well, fuck her.

She was an ugly witch to him.

Begon, tHOT!