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Chapitre 24

Liming's back bumped into the table. It was Asakura's lab table. Liming grabbed something haphazardly from the table and threw it at "Saint-Mei".

"It's no use telling you!"

Saint Beauty smiled slightly. The reagent bottles, test tubes, centrifuge tubes, and other items that Li Ming had thrown at Saint Beauty all disappeared into her body. Saint Beauty's body greedily devoured everything that touched it.

Li Ming's fingertips touched a hard rod—an iron test tube rack. He swung the rack and slammed it down on "Saint Mei's" head. The rack made a dull thud and embedded itself deeply into "Saint Mei's" skull.

"Saint-Mei" burst into laughter. She gripped the stand of the test tube rack with her right hand and slowly pulled the entire rack out. Seeing this, Li Ming cried out in pain. "She" wasn't human; although she resembled Saint-Mei, "she" wasn't human, not even her internal structure was the same. It was merely a giant lump of flesh imitating Saint-Mei's appearance.

The moment the test tube rack support was pulled out, "Saint-Mei's" face twisted slightly. With a "bang," the test tube rack support came out. "Saint-Mei" casually tossed it behind her.

"Okay, be good. Look at me properly."

"Saint-Mei" reached out and grabbed Li Ming's face. Her hands were smooth and slippery, and each cell seemed to wriggle and rustle.

Liming shook his head, trying to back away, but he couldn't move at all. "Saint-Mei's" face came closer. "Love me, Liming."

Saint Beauty pressed her lips against mine.

"Parasite Eve"

Chapter Seven

Liming's brain was a deep red; he couldn't see anything. He tried to escape, struggling desperately, but his hands were held firmly. He could barely breathe; blood rushed to his head. He felt hot, as if his whole body was on fire. "Saint-Mei's" tongue forced its way in with astonishing force. Liming clenched his teeth desperately, trying to stop it, but it was easily pried open. A slug-like tongue entered Liming's mouth. A sticky liquid flowed into Liming's mouth; he tasted salt. Then, something sweet stuck to Liming's tongue. It was the culture medium, Liming thought. It tasted like the culture medium; "Saint-Mei" kept the culture medium inside the body to prevent it from drying out.

Saint Beauty's tongue began its offensive. It wriggled and swirled in Li Ming's mouth, rolling around his teeth, molars, and throat, entwining itself with his tongue. Saint Beauty grabbed Li Ming's right hand and pulled it close to her.

“Stroking me.”

"Saint-Mei" urged him with her tongue while speaking in a lustful voice.

Li Ming clenched his fists tightly, resisting.

Saint Mei's hands squeezed Li Ming's wrists so hard they made a cracking sound. Li Ming, in pain, had no choice but to open his hands. Saint Mei pressed Li Ming's hands against her chest. Saint Mei's nipples were already hard and erect. Saint Mei gripped Li Ming's wrists even tighter.

"Saint-Mei's" other hand began to untie Li Ming's tie. The buttons on his shirt were ripped off. Li Ming's mouth was still gagged. He felt short of breath, his face feeling like it was about to split open. But "Saint-Mei's" tongue was firmly entwined with Li Ming's, showing no sign of letting go. Li Ming's right hand was being stroked downwards. From his chest to his navel, it was being lured into the wet, thick depths. Li Ming struggled desperately. But "Saint-Mei" had already gripped Li Ming's wrist tightly with her steel-like muscles. "Saint-Mei's" lower abdomen undulated violently like waves. Sticky filth continuously overflowed from that thick depths, spreading throughout "Saint-Mei's" body. Her entire lower abdomen was like a giant pot, constantly boiling and surging. Li Ming couldn't tell where the viscous fluid was flowing from, or where the flesh was flowing from; he only felt heat, a heat as if he were being scalded.

Li Ming's body was pushed down, his back pressed against the lab table. "Saint Mei" pressed her body on top of Li Ming. Li Ming kicked desperately, but couldn't move at all. Li Ming tried to get up, but it was all in vain. Something fell to the floor with a loud crash.

Li Ming's shirt had been torn open, and "Shengmei" was already impatiently unbuckling Li Ming's belt.

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Saint Beauty's tongue withdrew from Li Ming's mouth.

Liming coughed violently, and the culture fluid flowing from "Saint-Mei's" mouth dribbled down Liming's mouth as well. The mucus clung to the lips of Liming and "Saint-Mei" like pulled threads.

"stop……"

Li Ming was finally able to speak, and at this moment, "Saint Mei" was straddling Li Ming's body.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Saint Beauty was breathing heavily and urgently.

"I have waited for over a billion years... Quickly, release all the love of a billion years!"

Saint-Mei's tongue crawled back and forth on Li-Ming's ears and neck, and she began to talk in a sickeningly sweet tone about how Li-Ming used to hug Saint-Mei. Saint-Mei reacted to what she was saying; as she spoke, her whole body trembled involuntarily, and she let out bursts of moans filled with pleasure.

"...Quickly, Liming, love me."

As if swallowed by lava, Li Ming could no longer distinguish his own body from "Saint Mei's" body, nor could he be sure if he was still wearing clothes. Not only that, he couldn't even tell where his hands, feet, eyes, nose, or mouth were; he only felt a burning heat in his genitals, as if they were melting.

The flesh of "Saint Beauty" began to move. Like floodwaters, it rose and receded, rose and receded again. Waves crashed onto the shore, splashing foam and making a sound as they receded. Li Ming was constantly tossed about by these waves.

Liming's cells were fragmented, intertwining with "Saint-Mei's" cells like a vortex. "Saint-Mei's" cells attached to Liming's cells and began to fuse. Lipid membranes fused, the two cells mixing together. Mitochondria from "Saint-Mei's" cells entered Liming's cells. "Saint-Mei's" mitochondria made contact with Liming's mitochondria. The outer membrane began to fuse, then the inner membrane. "Saint-Mei's" mitochondrial matrix intertwined with Liming's matrix. "Saint-Mei's" mitochondrial DNA entangled with Liming's mitochondrial DNA. The two types of DNA coiled into spirals, swirling and swimming within the fused mitochondria. The two types of DNA frantically traversed the maze-like canyons of the matrix. Signal transducers were activated, out of control, incessantly emitting lightning-like signals. Membrane potentials surged. Divalent ions rushed in like a torrent. Liming's cells trembled. Mitochondria trembled, lipids, sugars, proteins trembled. The nuclear chromosome set began to react. The codons, nucleotides, and bases began to react. The carbons vibrated as if trembling, responding to the caresses of "Saint Beauty."

Liming screamed. Something was being squeezed out from the center of the chromosome set. No, he couldn't go there! But no matter how much Liming screamed, nothing stopped.

Everything about Li Ming seemed to be sucked out, turning into hot, scalding objects that rushed upwards, ever upwards, towards "Saint Beauty's" body.

Li Ming ejaculated several times. "Saint-Mei" convulsed violently.

Li Ming gradually lost consciousness and fainted.

"Parasite Eve"

Chapter Eight

"Clatter".

What is it?

Li Ming was thinking.

Something hit my face.

It was like a flying stone.

It hit my face and made that sound.

My face still hurts.

Li Ming slowly raised one hand.

He touched his face with his index finger.

Her face was still warm.

It's very slippery.

...What exactly is it?

Li Ming was thinking.

"Clatter".

"Slap."

"……ah!"

Li Ming sat up. He felt a splitting headache, shook his head, and blinked. His vision was blurry, and it was pitch black all around him; he couldn't see anything clearly. Li Ming rubbed his face with his hands, and it felt sticky. Li Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but cry out. He opened his palms and looked...

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Something soft and callus-like was stuck tightly to my fingertips.

Li Ming hurriedly tried to stand up by spreading his legs. But his foot slipped, and he lost his balance. Li Ming felt himself being thrown heavily through the air, seemingly without knowing where he was going. He groaned as he got up. He had almost suffered a concussion. Everything in front of him was swaying violently.

Although he slipped and fell several times, Li Ming managed to get up. He rubbed his head and looked around. It was dark and he couldn't see clearly; it seemed like he was in a room. He saw the shadow of something that looked like a table. He remembered. Yes, this was the research lab.

As if jolted, Li Ming straightened up abruptly and ran to the light switch on the wall. He groped around and turned it on. The sudden light made him uncomfortable, and he instinctively shielded his eyes. Li Ming's pupils contracted as he slowly adjusted to his surroundings. A bizarre scene unfolded before him, leaving him speechless with astonishment.

The room was littered with chunks of meat. Some were flesh-colored, some had turned reddish-brown, and some had even blackened. The chunks varied in size, from as small as a fingertip to as large as a fist. There were especially many around Asakura's lab bench, making it look as if pork or some other kind of meat had been cut there. Small chunks of meat were also firmly stuck to the ceiling. But not a drop of blood had been drawn. On the contrary, all the chunks of meat were sticky and shiny.

And it's still moving.

Each piece of meat trembled incessantly, oozing a wet, sticky liquid, as if it were writhing in agony before death.

With a "thud," a small piece of meat fell from the ceiling onto the lab table. This caused Li Ming to groan in pain.

It is a fragment of "Saint Beauty".

It is the remains of "Eve1", which became Saint Beauty.

But these pieces of flesh are losing their vitality. There's no longer any sign that they have the strength to gather together and reproduce. Not only that, their movements are gradually becoming sluggish, and their color is turning black. Smaller pieces of flesh are shrinking weakly, gradually drying out and becoming wrinkled. They are dying.

Li Ming understood and breathed a sigh of relief.

Liming began to look at himself. His shirt was open, and his belt was unbuckled. As if suddenly remembering something, Liming tore off his underwear and began to examine his body. His skin was covered with the sticky, wriggling remnants of "Saint Beauty," which terrified Liming, who quickly ripped them off and threw them on the floor. There were no abnormalities on his body. He couldn't believe he had done such a thing. "Saint Beauty" hadn't harmed Liming's body.

"……Why?"

Li Ming muttered involuntarily. Why didn't "Saint-Mei" do anything? Wasn't the purpose of attacking me to kill me?

Liming approached Asakura's lab table, observing everything on it. Here, "Saint-Mei" had indeed attacked him. His clothes were ripped off by "Saint-Mei," and then…

Thinking of this, Li Ming was startled and quickly covered his head.

“Evel” is… no, the mitochondria just want to have sex with Lemin, don’t they?

Aside from sex, I have no other thoughts, don't I?

"So what exactly happened?"

"We've been waiting for a billion years," the mitochondria have said. "She" desperately craves Lemin. But did the mitochondria evolve solely for this purpose?

This is utterly absurd. The mitochondria possessing Asakura keeps saying that "she" started planning all of this a long time ago. Didn't "she" even proudly claim that she possessed the memories of "Mitochondrial Eve"?

Mitochondrial summer frog

"Could it be..."

A wild idea suddenly popped into Li Ming's head.

"Could it be... could it be..."

Li Ming began to tremble all over. He cautiously shifted his gaze to his lower body and saw his manhood hanging limply outside his tattered underwear.

Mitochondrial genes are maternally inherited. As the professor stated in a public lecture in the pharmacy department, mitochondria are inherited from the mother. This is why the human ancestor found through mitochondrial DNA analysis was named "Mitochondrial Eve," and certainly not "Mitochondrial Adam." Mitochondria are female. This female mitochondria mated with itself.

"What a terrible thing..."

Liming completely broke down on the spot. He slammed his head against the lab table, making a loud clanging sound. He kept cursing his own stupidity, wondering how he could have ejaculated. The mitochondria had been craving Liming's sperm.

"This world will continue to prosper in the hands of my descendants."

Liming heard Asakura's speech echoing in his ears. This was it; this was what the mitochondria had been talking about. The mitochondria had attached itself to Asakura and delivered the speech to attract Liming's attention and lure him here. It was all pre-planned. His child with the mitochondria would be born.

At this thought, Li Ming could no longer bear it and started vomiting, throwing up everything in his stomach onto the floor. He felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

...We must stop "her".

No matter what, "Eve1" must be stopped from giving birth. Liming buried his face in the vomit, thinking this. "Eve1" must be killed, that child must be killed, otherwise, humanity will truly be replaced by mitochondria. But…

Where exactly did “Eve1” disappear to?

Li Ming looked up and surveyed the room. The scattered remains were merely those of "Eve1," not the main body of "Eve1." The main body must be somewhere else.

Li Ming came out of the room and ran into the incubator, where he saw the incubator. The door was open.