Camellia 62

The fingers stroking his palate moved deeper, brushing over his soft uvula. He couldn’t close his mouth properly, and clear saliva spilled down his chin.

At first, all he felt was revulsion. He had sworn never to drink human blood. The violation of his mouth made him feel like his soul was being trampled.

It stung behind his eyes, like he’d been jabbed with a needle. Seolyeong only realized a beat later that he was crying.

“Ahh… ngh…”

Damn it. Pleasure was rising in spite of himself. Lust he’d never experienced before mixed with the tears falling like rain. Blood rushed to his groin, and his toes curled inward. It felt like he’d swallowed a mouthful of fire kindling. His insides felt engulfed in flame.

Groaning through a face flushed red, Seolyeong jolted upward the moment the sect leader’s finger pressed down on his tongue.

“Hngh…!”

He shuddered and shook his head wildly. He wanted to resist, but the man pinning him down showed no intention of backing off. All he did was smile, as if enjoying himself.

The violation didn’t stop.

“You’ve already finished it all.”

The sect leader slowly withdrew his finger, wiped his neck again to collect more blood, then brought those red-stained fingers back to Seolyeong’s lips. Seolyeong whimpered in distress.

“No…”

This time, the sect leader didn’t just force his fingers in. He waited. Waited for Seolyeong to stick out his tongue on his own.

“No…”

He didn’t say anything. Just quietly waited.

“Hngh, I said no. Please…”

It felt like an eternity. At least, to Seolyeong it did. As the cloying scent hit his nose, the rational veil behind his crimson eyes slowly lifted. The painful arousal in his groin was unbearable. His lower half tingled as if it had been replaced by his sex. A burning thirst bloomed inside him.

Now that he thought about it, ever since arriving at Yeonhu Mountain, he’d been so caught up in one incident after another that he hadn’t even had time to drink animal blood. For a blood fiend already starved, blood laced with strong yin energy felt like opium.

He tentatively stuck out his wet tongue. A single tear rolled down from the corner of Seolyeong’s long, slanted eye.

Sahyeol Amje’s smile deepened.

“This isn’t enough, is it?”

His voice was unbearably gentle.

Seolyeong licked at his fingers like a starving beast. Wet sounds filled the room, mixed with pitiful moans as his nerves caught fire.

His human pride shattered. The taste of human blood for the first time was sweet. Like honey smeared thick across his tongue, he couldn’t stop licking. He lost himself in it.

When the sect leader tried to pull his fingers away, Seolyeong let out a muffled moan and clutched his wrist. He was so delirious with bloodlust that even after the blood was gone, he couldn’t stop his tongue. He licked over every inch with almost reverent care. Tang Yujae abruptly yanked his hand away.

“When this happens, you’re supposed to spread your legs and seduce the man. Didn’t anyone teach you?”

Then he grabbed his twitching cock.

“Ah…!”

Seolyeong’s eyes flew open, head snapping back. A thick vein bulged across his forehead.

“Ah… w-wait… ngh!”

It was a sensation he’d never felt before. Chills ran through his whole body. Seolyeong stared down at the hand fondling his shaft with a dazed expression.

“Hhh…”

He moaned. His cock was rock hard, ready to release at any moment. Gasping, Seolyeong clung to the sect leader. His trapped erection throbbed like a second heart.

“Let… ngh? Don’t, hngh, don’t touch it…”

His weak protest was laughable. Whispering “don’t touch it” while wrapped around him, why would he stop?

Seolyeong, grinding instinctively against the sect leader’s hand, lowered his gaze, lids half-lowered. It felt good. So good it was terrifying. It felt like his entire lower half had turned into a sex organ. If he had to name it, it was a terrible kind of pleasure. His body gave out and his eyes slid shut.

“Ahyeong.”

A sweet voice brushed his ear. The sect leader was a man well-practiced in pretending to be gentle.

“Should I slip it in under your clothes and touch you?”

Even a low-level bit of dirty talk like that made Seolyeong freeze. He should’ve rejected him, told him to leave, but his lips only trembled. No words came out.

To be honest, he wanted those hands on him. He wanted to grind his hips forward after giving in to lust. The sect leader seemed to understand his feelings, he whispered in a low voice.

“Bite your husband’s neck.”

The temptation struck like a blade to the chest. His vivid, jewel-like eyes shimmered.

“…What?”

When he asked, barely above a whisper, the sect leader smiled softly.

“On my land, it’s fine even if you’re a blood fiend.”

“……”

“No one will blame you for biting a person’s neck and drinking their blood. Who would dare bare their fangs at the Supreme One’s bride?”

Every word, spoken in that calm tone, fanned the flames of his impulse.

Seolyeong blinked slowly. Then, suddenly, he wondered, why did this bastard’s voice, the same one that humiliated him, feel like comfort?

As he tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions, a dull ache throbbed in his chest. A pale neck hung just before his nose. A neck scratched by nails, marked with blood, looking all too appetizing.

While Seolyeong struggled, Tang Yujae grew bored. What a patient blood fiend. Even when offered a neck, he couldn’t bare his fangs. The hesitation was downright dull.

Tang Yujae’s once-playful face had grown cold.

That was when Seolyeong’s eyes turned deep crimson.

“Ugh!”

His canines, sharper than ever, sank into Tang Yujae’s neck.

At last, Seolyeong gave in to the blood fiend’s craving. So it’s fine even if I’m a blood fiend here?

He ripped open the skin and bit deep.

No one could have predicted what happened next. A method of bloodsucking undocumented in the Demonic Book was surfacing for the first time.

When blood fiends go after difficult prey, their fangs release a neurotoxin. But the amount is limited. Most blood fiends, instead of wasting poison, injected yang energy to make prey gasp and squirm, drunk on pleasure and lost to reason.

But Seolyeong knew his yang energy wouldn’t weaken Tang Yujae. If anything, it would stabilize him. So he poured all the poison his fangs had ever held into him.

It wasn’t reason, it was instinct that made the calculation. If he spared even a drop, this man on top of him would break free and crush his neck.

Thud. The sect leader’s upper body collapsed onto Seolyeong. Thirty years’ worth of poison soaked through him at once. His muscles went limp, arms and legs drooping. But Seolyeong kept injecting it. The poison had aged and ripened over time. and Tang Yujae no longer had the body once immune to all toxins. That made it even more effective.

Darkened pupils stared straight at him. Eyes that always tried to think like a human now showed the side of him that was called a demon. As his fangs pulled free, he said in a hoarse voice,

“…You’re the one who gave me permission.”

His voice trembled, like he was barely holding back something wild.

Seolyeong flipped their positions and pushed the sect leader beneath him. This man had always been cruel to him. Cold. Harsh. He reminded himself of that as he spoke again.

“So it’s your turn to spread your legs.”

His hands tore at the other man’s robes. As layer after layer of fabric fell away, Seolyeong swallowed thickly.

I want to lick you everywhere. I want to hear you scream. I want to drink your blood, bite your skin, and quench this thirst.

Once desire takes root, it doesn’t stop. Crude fantasies flooded his head. Seolyeong moved only by instinct now, with the hunger and rage of a blood fiend, directed at the one who had treated him so mercilessly.

I didn’t want to punish you like this…

Even as he hesitated, he thought.

But you’re the one who allowed it. So it’s not punishment. It’s a gift. I’m giving you something. For letting me be a blood fiend.

He reached out and seized Tang Yujae’s jaw. Then, echoing the man’s earlier words, he whispered:

“When this happens, you’re supposed to spread your legs and seduce the man. Didn’t anyone teach you?”