Viego in Arknights

The camp had been discovered; it was no longer safe.

W packed up the supplies, took back the dagger she had previously given to Viego, shouldered her military backpack, and also found a set of clean clothes for Viego to wear. She was now standing in front of the tent, impatiently tapping her foot, looking back at the tent. "Viego, are you done yet! How can a grown man be so slow!"

"I'm done." Viego lifted the tent flap and walked out. "Let's go, W. Where are we heading next?" He had spent some time inside studying the black, inverted triangle hole in front of his chest, and after discovering that he couldn't figure anything out, he had given up.

"Would you even know where it is if I told you?" W took the lead, walking ahead without looking back. "Scar Mall. Ever heard of it?"

"No," Viego shook his head. "Just asking casually. I'm a rather curious person."

"I can tell. You have more f*cking questions than Heavily. You haven't stopped from morning till night."

"You said it yourself, I'm a curious baby."

"? When did I say that?" W looked back at Viego strangely and sneered. "Did your ears get scrambled along with your brain? I said, you're a curious moron."

Viego acted as if he hadn't heard. "W, can I ask you a question?"

"What? Don't ask like that next time, Viego. Can't you f*cking just ask directly?! Why do you have to add another question before a question?!" W was already somewhat numb. Viego's questions were truly numerous, and she truly didn't want to be asked questions. W didn't understand at all why one person could have so many whys. But she no longer had the energy to get angry or impatient. It was as if she had entered post-nut clarity; her heart was calm and without ripples, just numbly waiting for Viego's question.

"It's about my previous request. Is it still valid?"

"What request?" W froze, then remembered how she had been played… no, how she had been deceived, and couldn't help but clench her fists.

"Viego, if you dare to mention that again, I'll chop off both your hand and your [censored]!"

"So it's a no, for real?" Viego was a little disappointed. "Then what if I don't take off the stockings? Or just touching your hand is fine too. I just need to suck on you a coup…"

Viego, seeing W reach for her grenade launcher, wisely shut his mouth and sighed with some regret.

"I'm really not a pervert, W. Please believe me, I have my reasons."

"Oh? Let's hear it then. What reason?"

Viego looked at W's slender legs wrapped in black stockings and said seriously, "Touching you allows me to gain power."

W laughed dryly. "You might as well say you're the most ancient Sarkaz king."

Viego sighed. Why was it that no one believed the truth these days?

Didn't I say earlier I wanted to have W let me suck on her for a whole day? Viego glanced at the grenade launcher on W's back, then at her clenched fists. He had no doubt that W's patience had reached its limit. If he dared to say it, she would surely put a knife or a gun barrel to his head… —and Viego was talking about the other head besides the one on his shoulders.

Forget it. We're on the move now, so I won't ask her to do that… I'll wait until we're safe and then have her let me suck!

Hmm… but I can still absorb power now without contact. We've been traveling together for a whole day, so that counts as sucking on her for a whole day, right?

Viego successfully convinced himself and dispelled his dangerous thoughts.

After that, the journey was uneventful. Although they could see fresh or old corpses everywhere on the road, with W leading the way, they successfully avoided everyone, left the forest, and stepped onto the open wilderness.

Night fell again. W and Viego stopped on the plains. W started a campfire and placed two opened food cans by the fire to heat them up.

"Why open two?" Viego asked.

W looked at him as if he were an idiot. "You're not eating?"

"Even if I eat, I can't taste anything." Viego said, then looked at W's legs. "But if I could touch your legs, maybe my sense of taste could be restored… but I have to say, don't get me wrong, I'm not a leg-fetishist."

Viego used his flirty words to hide his worry—he was worried that he might never be able to taste food again. This thing, if you say it's important, it's not that important. But if you say it's not important, without a sense of taste, it feels like a part of being human is missing, and a lot of fun is gone. Moreover, what Viego had lost was not just his sense of taste, but also his appetite, sleepiness, and possibly even his libido, among many other things a "living" person should have.

Viego's body was probably already "dead," just reanimated by the Ruination, becoming a living dead being on the border between life and death. For such a body, being unable to taste, having no such worldly desires, was actually very normal. But living like this, it always felt a little off.

I guess people are just greedy creatures who always want more. Viego sighed, feeling that he had become a sentimental philosopher tonight.

However, it wasn't entirely without hope. Viego remembered a cinematic from his past life that Riot released for the Ruined King, where there was a scene of the Ruined King's skin color changing from ashen to flesh-toned. Perhaps, as long as the Ruination within him grew strong enough, he could regain his sense of taste and other desires?

W sneered. "Heh."

"Even if you can't taste it, you still have to eat," she said. "If you eat more, you'll eventually taste it. Many people want to eat but have nothing, and can only starve to death."

W looked up at the night sky above. Viego followed her gaze but saw nothing. The sky was pitch black, the stars were hidden by dark clouds, there was nothing.

Viego asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." W lowered her head, looking back at the campfire, and glanced at Viego. "Just a dog that likes black stockings and legs."

"I think you're cursing at me, but I have no proof."

"You still owe me three hundred thousand, Viego," W said. "I can curse you if I want to. What can you do even if you have proof? You pervert."

Viego seriously refuted, "A leg-fetishist is not a pervert! And, I'm not a leg-fetishist, much less do I like black stockings!"

"Then you're a dead pervert who likes being stepped on, so either way, you're a dead pervert."

"W, even though you're my creditor, I still have to say, I firmly deny your view and evaluation of me. You're insulting my character!"

"Say whatever you want, I'm not listening anyway." W used two wooden sticks to pick up the cans by the campfire, one in front of her, one in front of Viego. "This can had better shut your mouth."

She glanced at the white-haired man beside her, who was staring at the can in silence, and tossed the iron spoon that came with the can into his hand.

"Eat up. Food is a precious gift in the wilderness. Even if you can't taste it, you still have to eat it."

"Then what if I eat it but can't poop it out, and the food rots in my stomach?"

"…Do you f*cking have to talk about this while we're eating?"

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