No-Hunting Zone 7

Drew, angry at Mo Anan’s mistake, stormed off with an indignant stride, leaving Mo Anan standing foolishly in the vast bedroom, pondering whether to sleep on the floor or drag down the cushion from the sofa to lie on it like a ‘real’ pet. Suddenly, Prince Mil, who had been sleeping on the bed, spoke, “Your blanket is under my feet.”
At a glance, there was indeed a fluffy, long-haired mat at the foot of the bed, oval-shaped, very much like the kind dogs sleep on at home. But dogs curl up to sleep, while humans lie down, so the classmate Mao, who was fussing on the mat, either had his head hanging off the edge or his feet sticking out. “Come up,” said the white-haired Prince Mir lovingly, “sleep at my feet.” Mao An’an swallowed hard, struggled for a while, and then resignedly climbed onto the bed. He carefully found a spot on Prince Mir’s spacious bed where he wouldn’t fall off or get kicked, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep. In his dream, it felt like someone was licking… his head?! “Hmm…” In the middle of the night, a muffled sound came from the other side of the bed, startling Mao An’an awake. He opened his eyes wide, nervously watching as Prince Mir slowly sat up. His long, pure white hair was somewhat disheveled, his handsome face still sleepy, and his lazy demeanor even had a hint of youthful innocence. Noticing the tension of ‘it’, Prince Mir offered a warm smile, “It’s okay.” Mao An’an was puzzled. Prince Mir looked down along Mao An’an’s face, and following his gaze, Mao An’an also looked down to see his own chubby paws clutching Mir’s pristine leg, with several suspicious bite marks on it!!! Mao, who had lived on Earth for seventeen years, was left in disarray by the wind. However, Prince Mir had excellent manners and patience; he came over and petted Mao An’an’s head repeatedly, “I won’t punish you, please don’t die.” Under the torment of his large hand, Mao An’an was in agony, knowing well that human strength could not compare to any creature on this planet. Just from their diet, one could tell: they ate hard wood for plants and whole hippos (Mongla beasts) for meat, whereas humans might not even manage to chew through a hippo’s thigh. So, being ‘petted’ was quite painful for Mao. Perhaps seeing Mao An’an’s pained expression, Prince Mir stopped, “Don’t Earth creatures like being petted?” Mao was inwardly crying, you’re almost tearing my scalp off… Prince Mir sighed in disappointment, sitting up with one knee hugged, “It seems you talk a lot with Dru.” Seeing the gentle beauty looking downcast, Mao An’an suddenly had the wild thought that he was jealous, insanely jealous. Impulse is the devil, and Mao impulsively blurted out to Prince Mir, “I’m afraid you’ll eat me… Butler Dru said I’m dumber than my mouth!” Prince Mir was taken aback, then burst into laughter, every muscle in his handsome face vibrating with joy, his stunning white hair swirling and glistening with dazzling luster at his shoulders. “You’re the first creature to tattle on me. If Dru knew you sold him out, his nose would be out of joint.” “However,” Prince Mir said, rubbing his belly and panting slightly, “Dru is indeed harsh and likes to mock people. Don’t tell Dru, he has a terrible temper.” Mao An’an quickly nodded. Prince Mir beckoned for Mao An’an to come over, and Mao, using both hands and feet, crossed the plush velvet blanket and the pillows and cushions filled with duck down to reach Mir’s side. Mir patted a spot on the pillow, “You sleep here, so I can see you when I open my eyes.” Looking at the pillow which was undoubtedly too small for him, Mao An’an paused. Mir pulled out half of the pillow, looking at Mao An’an with anticipation. Mao An’an had no choice but to climb up and try to… curl up his upper body on it. Mir seemed to really like ‘it’, insisting on sharing a pillow and making sure Mao An’an faced him to sleep, otherwise, he would be forcibly turned around. It was like a teenage boy doting on his pet dog! When the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the curtains into the bedroom, Butler Dru was met with a scene that nearly stopped his heart: the noble heir of the Austin Empire, Prince Mir, was sleeping head-to-head with a lower creature on the same bed, and they looked cozy! “Prince Mir!!!” Dru’s shrill cry startled both on the bed. Mao An’an, startled into a donkey face by the furious Dru, instinctively jumped into the arms of Mir, who had become his protector overnight, trembling. Prince Mir, while soothing the frightened ‘little pet’ in his arms, greeted Dru politely, “Good morning, Dru. The sunlight is truly delightful, but could you please refrain from shouting in the future? It’s not only about protecting your heart but also maintaining the decorum of a gentleman.” Mao An’an peeked out from Mir’s embrace with one terrified little eye, only to be met with Dru’s furious glare, causing him to burrow deeper into Mir’s arms, who then tenderly stroked him. So intimate!!! Without investigating identity or undergoing quarantine!!! Dru’s mustache was nearly blown off, but due to Mir’s status, he could only glare at Mao An’an before respectfully inviting Mir to breakfast, “Your Highness, breakfast is ready.” Mao An’an was pulled from the arms of his protector and tossed aside by Dru. Mir, bare-chested, got out of bed. Mao An’an, inexperienced, quickly covered his face and turned away, completely ignoring Dru’s order to serve the prince. Mir, however, got up, dressed himself, and went to wash up. “Why didn’t you help His Highness get dressed this time?” Dru stared at Mao An’an, his nostrils flaring. “I can’t wear his clothes…” Mao An’an stammered, pointing at Mir’s tall, handsome figure. Each piece of clothing had to be fastened with countless hidden buttons to maintain its elegant shape, a total of three layers with dozens of buttons, making it as technically challenging as reassembling a disassembled radio. Butler Dru once again questioned his ability to train personnel. Mao An’an cautiously asked Dru, “Why do I have to help him get dressed?” Dru, in a huff, said, “Because you are a sentient humanoid creature, we thought you would… so we dismissed all the servants. I didn’t expect you to be so… hmph!” He was despised. Main Story: The Earthling Who Likes to Eat Corpses Until breakfast, Mao An’an was still listless. Prince Mir noticed ‘it’ was in low spirits and pushed the bloody leg of a Mongla beast towards him, “I just looked it up, Earthlings like to eat corpses, can you eat this?” Mao An’an drooped his head, shaking it. “How do I make you like it?”
Prince Mir picked up the leg of meat with a puzzled look, praising it in an intoxicated manner, “What a delicious dish, tender and juicy, with an aroma that fills the air with every bite, melting in the mouth with just a lick…” Mao Anan felt a chill run down her spine because Prince Mir’s eyes were fixed on her while he spoke. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you,” Prince Mir set down the leg of the Monla beast and gave a gentle smile, “You’re humanoid and can speak, much more interesting than the gifts others have sent.” Mao Anan shivered even more intensely, wondering why the other gifts had all perished… The meal continued. After laying out a high-quality napkin embroidered with the Austin family crest, Butler Drew poured freshly squeezed Monla beast juice into a wine glass in front of Prince Mir, “Please, enjoy your meal.” Prince Mir elegantly lifted the glass of meat juice, bringing it to eye level to observe the liquid inside. To Mao Anan, the deep red, semi-transparent liquid looked no different from watered-down blood, but it wasn’t diluted; it was rich with tissue fluid and plasma, a perfect supplement for energy, nutrition, and essential for excursions or criminal activities. “Would you like to try some? It’s the finest meat juice, very tasty.” “No… no thanks…” Prince Mir’s beautiful white eyes kept glancing at Mao Anan, sending chills down her spine as she tried to shrink under the table, imagining herself being squeezed into a delicious drink, which made her tremble uncontrollably. “Are you satisfied with your gift?” A familiar cold voice accompanied by a man so handsome he could make both humans and gods envious, clad in a luxurious black cloak, entered Mao Anan’s sensory range. Butler Drew stood at attention, respectfully greeting the newcomer, “Your Highness.” Prince Mir also stood up, holding a napkin in greeting, “Father, are you enjoying your meal?” Mao Anan thought, even when meeting on another planet, people still ask ‘Have you eaten?’ as a diplomatic greeting… Prince Lirben’s icy face was as beautiful as a statue, but Mao Anan, knowing they were carnivores, quickly suppressed any desire to touch him. Prince Lirben’s sharp gaze swept over the ‘dishes’ on the table and the trembling ‘it’, sternly reprimanding, “Mir, if an heir can’t even keep a pet alive, I seriously doubt his ability to lead the Austin family to prosperity.” Prince Mir’s expression changed instantly. Butler Drew stood to the side, holding a silver tray, not daring to breathe, as Prince Mir had never been so harshly criticized by Prince Lirben, even though he had killed countless Monla beasts, ornamental birds, and even human companions sent by nobles, including a rare hybrid female of noble and common descent. “But you’re still intact,” Prince Lirben said after scolding his son, poking at Mao Anan, “I think Mir’s patience has been well cultivated, able to maintain gentlemanly manners in front of delicious food when extremely hungry, truly worthy of the honor of the Austin family.” Was this a mix of harsh criticism and heartfelt praise, a display of the artful manipulation of language? However, Mao Anan was eager to understand the meaning of ‘intact’ and the spine-chilling ‘extremely hungry’… Butler Drew broke the awkward silence at the perfect moment, explaining to the sweating Mao Anan while defending Prince Mir, “In the training of Austin family heirs, hunger training is essential. Overcoming such trials significantly enhances the future leader’s endurance and combat abilities.” Mao realized that Prince Mir’s meal was just a small cup of ‘juice’, far less than eating an entire hundred-pound Monla beast in one sitting, which was just ‘barely sustaining life’ and ‘providing energy for etiquette training’. In other words, that bastard Lirben had confined her with a nearly starved carnivorous animal, expecting it not to eat the food in front of it while maintaining noble manners and composure?!! “Want to know what it eats?” Prince Lirben interrupted their breakfast and left. Prince Mir slumped back into his chair, his long, pale fingers pressed to his forehead, looking dejected. Mao Anan moved closer, struggling to push the plate of Monla beast leg meat towards him, her eyes nervously watching the door, “Here, eat a couple of bites, Drew has gone to see him off!” Mir looked up, puzzled at Mao Anan. Worried that Drew would return too soon, Mao Anan hastily grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into Mir’s mouth, “Hurry, hurry, I won’t tell Drew you cheated. Every bite counts.” “You’re worried I’ll starve?” Prince Mir’s voice trembled with emotion, “No one has ever let me break training, they just told me to endure, but I am really hungry…” Mao Anan thought, ‘I know you’re hungry, that’s why I want to feed you, so I don’t wake up missing an arm or a leg.’ “Hurry, watching food go to waste is one of life’s greatest tragedies.” Mao Anan anxiously watched the door, fearing Drew would walk in and miss the chance to feed Mir. Seeing her anxious look, Mir suddenly smiled, his eyes shining like the stars, and he hugged Mao Anan tightly! Mir refused to eat the piece of meat, and they struggled back and forth until Drew returned. Mao Anan quickly grabbed the meat halfway into Mir’s mouth and put it in her own, leaving Drew shocked, staring at Mao Anan with her mouth full of meat juice and raw meat, “Prince Mir, what are you doing?!” Now with a backing, Mao Anan spoke more assertively, spitting out the raw meat, “Prince Mir was… feeding me!” Drew looked skeptically at Prince Mir, trying to discern if he had cheated from the meat juice around his mouth. Mao Anan didn’t want her supporter to be wrongly accused of cheating, so she quickly climbed onto Mir’s lap, picked up the meat with her small teeth marks, “If it were cooked, I’m actually quite easy to feed. I just asked Prince Mir to smell the raw meat’s odor, which I don’t like.” Drew looked at Mir, who surprisingly nodded, his arm pulling Mao Anan closer, “Drew, cook the meat… warm…” Mao Anan corrected, “Cooked, without the blood, preferably with black pepper sauce.” Mir nodded at Drew, “Do it that way, go now.” Drew: …!!!
(When did you become so close with it?!)