The Feast of Filth

Original Title: 秽宴
Author: Black Cat with White Socks (黑猫白袜子)
Status in COO: 119 Chapters
TL Status: Ongoing
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Synopsis:

Arc 1: Chapter of the Tongue

Xie Xishu didn’t know when it started, but he could always feel a strong gaze from behind him.

He couldn’t understand why Qi Wu kept staring at him like that. Even without turning around, he could feel that almost tangible gaze.

Xie Xishu was the class’s famous bookworm, while Qi Wu was known as the school’s notorious troublemaker. There shouldn’t be any intersection between them.

Yet, Qi Wu would always stare at him during class.

Eventually, even after class and after school, Xie Xishu would find a tall, gloomy figure trailing behind him.

When Xie Xishu finally broke down and grabbed Qi Wu in an alley, demanding an answer out of fear, he got a completely unexpected response.

“You’re sweet. You keep giving off a very sweet scent.”

Qi Wu replied in a strange tone.

“I can barely hold back anymore. Everything else stinks so much it’s driving me mad. Only you smell sweet… Hey, don’t worry. I won’t eat you.”

“I just want to lick you.”

Perhaps Qi Wu himself didn’t realize that when he made that absurd request, he was already uncontrollably drooling foul saliva at Xie Xishu.

At the same time, Xie Xishu clearly saw that inside Qi Wu’s lips, which stretched all the way to his ears, there were rows of densely packed, fishhook-like teeth… and a long, forked tongue.

That tongue wavered in the air, twitching nimbly, and with thick saliva, it pressed against Xie Xishu’s neck.

“Mmm… So sweet… $#@%! So sweet…”

The unfamiliar monster let out a murky sigh.

At the moment Xie Xishu screamed and fled, he didn’t know that in the not-so-distant future, he would encounter more twisted and frenzied monsters.

And in that sudden apocalypse, the only one who could protect him was Qi Wu.

The price Xie Xishu had to pay, of course, was to let Qi Wu’s tongue be satisfied.

[Modern Apocalyptic Theme]
Literally “tasty” uke X unhinged, half-mad mutant seme who just wants to lick him.

Arc 2: Chapter of the Eye

Li Chen died.

He died in a car accident in front of Yang Siguang.

Watching the red seeping through the shroud, Yang Siguang still couldn’t feel any sense of reality.

He wandered home in a daze, and while packing his things, he found an eyeball in his bag.

As soon as he saw the clear iris, Yang Siguang immediately recognized it—it was Li Chen’s eye.

The impact of the car accident must have dislodged the eye from the corpse, and somehow, amidst the chaos, it had fallen into Yang Siguang’s bag.

Yang Siguang didn’t know why he kept the eye—the eye of the person who hated him most, who always looked down on him coldly.

And from that day on, Yang Siguang could always feel Li Chen’s gaze.

Whether in dreams or in reality…

It wasn’t until the very end that Yang Siguang realized, Li Chen had always been watching him.

From a long, long time ago, to far, far into the future.

And Yang Siguang would never escape Li Chen’s gaze.

[A story with a hint of the supernatural, about how a seemingly distant and disdainful gong is revealed as a stalker step by step, even after death…]

Arc 3: Chapter of the Flesh

Uncle Zhang from next door died.

The village arranged for a “flesh-borrowing” ritual.

Gan Tang secretly followed his older brother and witnessed the strange ceremony.

When he saw the village chief stuffing Uncle Zhang’s soft, rotten body bit by bit into a narrow, bizarre deep well in the mountain, Gan Tang was so frightened that he fainted.

But when he woke up, he found that Uncle Zhang, who had been dead, had returned to the village with a broad smile.

Uncle Zhang had come back to life.

So, when Gan Tang accidentally killed Cen Zibai, the person who had been obsessively clinging to him, claiming to love him to madness, by pushing him against a table corner, he knelt down and looked at the pool of blood slowly spreading behind the body. His first thought was “flesh-borrowing.”

Even though he had hated that person so much, Gan Tang had never wanted to kill him… nor did he want to become a murderer.

With no other choice, Gan Tang had to stuff Cen Zibai’s body, bit by bit, into that deep well.

Ah, it worked.

That person really did come back to life, just as Gan Tang had wished.

But… but…

But the person who kept clinging to him now, cold and sticky…

Was he still human?

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