Clam and Winged Beauty Contest

The morning sun was warm, and the atmosphere on Winged Human Island was youthful and peaceful. The girls' cheerful laughter echoed throughout the island, and the relaxed mood after just overcoming the crisis filled the entire island with a joyful mood. Some older Feathered People who had previously not wanted to reproduce secretly drank the Mother-Child Spring after this incident, and patted their lower abdomens with radiant smiles.

The young winged girls didn't have those kinds of thoughts. Instead, they often looked up in the direction of their Husband's residence, and no one knew what they were thinking.

However, today everyone is only looking at the entrance to the temple.

A petite girl stood outside the temple where prayers and sacrifices were being held as usual.

Literally, it means so soft it's practically paralyzed.

Her hardest shell was tightly bound by a string of Buddhist beads, preventing her from closing it. Standing there in broad daylight, even with her arms and legs tightly clasped together, An'an still felt like she was being stared at with her legs spread wide open.

Accustomed to relying on the shell for protection and concealment, once the shell is spread out like this, it feels almost like being completely naked... a description that cannot be censored.

Actually, her clothes were perfectly intact; the light blue dress was quite pretty. Her hands and feet weren't restricted, but she felt like she had nowhere to put them, and even huddling together couldn't stop the feeling of shame.

This was entirely due to her own inner feelings, and the winged people simply couldn't understand her strange emotions. When she opened her clam shell, it looked exactly the same as when the winged people spread their wings. The winged people spread their wings every day, open and cheerful, and even thought it was a very beautiful thing. Who would have thought that this girl, with a pair of beautiful "wings," would actually feel ashamed?

It's not like I'm taking off your clothes, what are you thinking?

People are all different, and the Feathered Man and the Clam Girl are completely different species; it's too difficult for them to understand each other.

"Mom, she's so strange! Why is she shrinking up?"

"Yes, her face was completely red. Did someone bully her?"

"I don't know... She's a bit short, maybe she feels ashamed of being too short."

Qin Yi, listening from the shadows, almost burst out laughing. "A little short? An'an, while not tall, is still over 1.6 meters. For a petite girl, that's not short at all. It's you Feather People who are too tall, always over 1.7 meters. Yu Shang is almost 1.8 meters, all of you are model-like figures, tall and thin, and you're looking down on this petite girl..."

Actually, in some ways, she's bigger than you guys... Feathered people are generally not very big, only average-sized, and compared to their body proportions, they actually look small. An'an's proportions make her look bigger...

Hmm, no, I'm getting carried away... This is about teaching a disciple, about dispelling her introverted nature, about making her more outgoing for the performance! It's not about comparing figures, hmm.

An'an's face was flushed red, as if it were burning up, while the pointing and whispering of the winged people around her continued:

"What is she doing? Why is she standing there at the entrance of our temple?"

"I don't know, I heard she was punished by her Husband."

"Why is the Divine Envoy punishing her? Was she not served well enough?"

An'an: "?"

Do you Feathered People have a problem with your values? Is there any connection between punishment and serving?

Then another winged being replied, "That's our divine messenger. When did it become the Clam Girl's place to serve him?"

"Exactly, with that timid and cowering look of hers, who would want her?"

Qin Yi: "..."

An'an: "..."

An'an was extremely ashamed. It was already embarrassing enough to have her clam shell open like that, but to be scrutinized and judged for her figure, and even to be accused of not serving her well... she felt like she was a prostitute standing there being evaluated by customers...

Wait, why would I know about brothels when I've never been to one?

Everyone's gaze was like arrows, piercing every part of her body. Every spot they looked at felt like they were touching her inappropriately. An'an felt uneasy all over, being touched here and there...

It felt like electric currents were surging through me; before long, I was almost knocked unconscious by the shock.

It feels like pearls are being secreted, but I don't know where they're coming from...

An'an felt her consciousness fading, and the whispers of the winged people could be heard again:

"Actually, on the other hand, the texture of this Clam Girl's wings is really beautiful. They are as thin as cicada wings and the patterns are very beautiful, looking like amber and glass."

"But the shape is strange; it's vertical, semi-circular, and narrow. When put together, it's just a cylinder, isn't it?"

"So she's a razor clam?"

An'an finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily, "I'm a clam!"

A group of winged people turned their heads and stared.

An'an instinctively tried to retract the shell, but it was tied up by the Buddhist beads and she couldn't. She burst into tears.

Pearls clattered and fell to the ground.

Although she had cried, An'an felt a little relieved; the string of pearls seemed to have concealed something...

"Wow..." Several winged children went over to pick up the pearls, and an old priest sighed, "Princess, why are you being so polite..."

"Don't mention it, I'm crying!" An'an was furious, and there was nothing to be ashamed of at this moment.

A winged child picked up a pearl, stood in front of An'an, straightened his back, and suddenly spread his wings to show off. "You chubby Little Pillar, your wings aren't as pretty as mine! Hehehe!"

An'an was furious. "Who said that?!"

As the words were spoken, the thin, amber-colored clam shell suddenly changed.

The amber turned a deep blue, and the semicircle suddenly expanded, stretching out gracefully, with flowing lines from top to bottom, like a butterfly.

"Wow..." A group of winged people gathered around. "This is really beautiful."

The winged people place great importance on the aesthetics of wings. Although they believe their pure white feathers are the most beautiful, it doesn't mean they look down on other types of wings, such as Phoenix Fire feathers. These beautiful butterfly wings would be considered stunning by most people with normal aesthetic sense.

Qin Yi was also amazing.

He couldn't help but whisper, "It's so beautiful! Why is it usually so cylindrical like a clam?"

An'an retorted angrily, "Because it won't fit! Can being pretty put food on the table?"

Qin Yi said very seriously, "I think it's possible."

An'an: "..."

Qin Yi finally emerged from the shadows and stood in front of An'an, clicking his tongue in admiration. "You're really beautiful, An'an."

An'an opened her eyes. Qin Yi in front of her looked amazed, and the surrounding feathered people also looked at her with admiration.

She suddenly felt... that there was nothing shameful about it?

She couldn't help but stammer, "Sir, is this really how you have to learn the flute?"

Qin Yi sighed, "Everyone's spreading their wings, but what exactly is it?"

Before she could finish speaking, birds began to circle above the Jianmu tree. At that moment, a peacock descended and stood in front of An'an, spreading its tail feathers as if it were not Qi Ingestion the brilliance of An'an's wings and began to compete with her in beauty.

Seeing this, the winged girls were also a little Qi Ingestion and all spread their wings.

In an instant, the land was covered in a vast expanse of white.

Yu Shang spread her wings and took Qin Yi's arm with one hand. "Husband, which of us is prettier?"

Qin Yi wasn't stupid; of course, he had to praise his sister at this moment, "Yes, yours is the prettiest."

An'an was not Qi Ingestion, and her outstretched butterfly wings spread even wider, their patterns, like gold and silver threads, shimmering in the sunlight. The sunlight filtering through the thin wings created a hazy beauty.

It evokes a completely different feeling from the pure white of the winged people.

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, and he really couldn't tell which one was more beautiful.

Seeing his expression, Yu Shang angrily dragged him into the woods. "What's the use of her beauty if she can't use her!"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Qin Yi stumbled as he was dragged along. "In broad daylight, what do you think you can do...?"

Then she turned around and called out, "An'an, that's enough for today. Go home now."

As Qin Yi was dragged away, An'an breathed a sigh of relief, almost collapsing to the ground in a gasp for air.

Finally, when people are provoked into a fierce competition, it's actually because they've reached the extreme of shame and are willing to go all out.

It's like a string that's been snapped.

The crowd dispersed, and he was completely exhausted.

Although no one else had any idea what she was feeling ashamed of... anyway, An'an felt she had never been so excited in her life. She glanced in the direction where Qin Yi was pulled into the woods, and secretly slipped a pearl from the hem of her skirt into her hand.

Thankfully, it didn't roll to the ground, and nobody knew that it wasn't a tear at all...