Camellia 63

Tang Yujae watched the bride with the veins on his neck bulging.

That small face lowered toward the nape of his neck. A wet tongue touched the two puncture marks still gushing blood. He let out a hollow laugh, stunned.

He tried to move his limbs, and the tips of his fingers twitched sporadically. It seemed the smaller muscles could still move. So then, when would the paralysis wear off?

“Haa…”

Seolyeong, who had been hungrily licking the blood, let out a satisfied sigh. Cold sweat gathered on Tang Yujae’s chilled back. The sweetness, something no human food could ever offer, burned across his tongue.

Those beastlike eyes swept over the sect leader’s naked body.

“You… since you’re the Supreme One who can make flowers bloom in the dead of winter… it won’t hurt no matter what I do to you, right? Isn’t that so?”

The bare skin, stripped of a single thread of clothing, was covered in blue blotches. The darker the markings, the stronger the presence of yin energy seemed to be.

Seolyeong grabbed his chest, as if possessed. He squeezed down hard without holding back. Tang Yujae flinched and furrowed his brow.

A soft voice dropped teasingly.

“Don’t tell me it hurts?”

That firm palm kneaded the taut chest without any gentleness. Red marks bloomed on the pale skin.

“With your history, isn’t it a bit rich to complain about pain from something like this?”

He had stabbed a dagger into someone else’s danjeon, and even branded his neck. Even with ten mouths, there’d be nothing to say. After roughly toying with that chest, Seolyeong let go and smacked his lips like someone hungry. Blood kept streaming from the unsealed puncture wounds at the nape.

Tsk. He clicked his tongue and bent his head down.

“Ugh…!”

Squelch. Suck. Loud kissing sounds echoed as Tang Yujae’s blood was sucked out of him. A sharp wave of revulsion hit. The bride’s hand was stroking his lower abdomen. As if to ask, “Would it really matter if I ripped open your danjeon?”

Seolyeong wouldn’t lift his lips. He kept pressing down until nothing more came out of the fang wounds. Only then did he finally pull away, dragging it out as long as he could.

A sticky string of red spit stretched between them. As soon as it broke with, Seolyeong flipped the sect leader over. Tang Yujae’s face was shoved into the bedding.

“Looking at your face makes me want to do the exact same thing back to you.”

Like the day you tore open my danjeon. Like the day you carved letters into my neck. I want to do the same to you. Just to show you how vile you really were to me.

“Your skin, it really suits my taste.”

Seolyeong, guiding the sect leader into position himself, sneered. After forcing him to kneel and pressing his head to the bed with only his hips raised, the sound of teeth grinding filled the air.

Seolyeong paused briefly, then shrugged.

“…Why. Are you feeling ashamed?”

He had deliberately arranged him in a perverted pose like something out of erotic paintings. Once the sect leader’s arms were laid down at his sides, the final form, hips thrust up in the air, waiting for a man’s cock, was complete.

Seolyeong gently ran his fingers over a blue blotch near his tailbone.

“How humiliated do you think I felt when you hit me like that. This is why people say you should walk in someone else’s shoes. After tonight, maybe you’ll stop tormenting me like you used to.”

As if telling him to relax, Seolyeong pinched the soft white flesh of his cheek. Then he stripped off his own clothes in one sweep.

He had once dreamed of sharing his first time with someone he loved. If that kind of person never appeared, he had even been prepared to remain a virgin for life. He had no interest in romance from the start and found little appeal in sex either. If the arranged marriage hadn’t gone through, he might have lived and died a virgin.

But now, Seolyeong had cast all that aside. He moved only with lust and a hunger for revenge. Wanting to make the other person suffer and reflect the same way he had.

Climbing on top of the sect leader’s back, he bit down on the ridge of his ear. As he chewed the hard cartilage, his hand rolled the erect nipple in small circles.

“Mm…”

A muffled groan slipped out as if something had blocked his throat. When Seolyeong pulled the nipple forward, goosebumps spread across the back of Yujae’s neck. With a murmur, Seolyeong slid his tongue into the ear canal.

Every part of the man tasted sweet beyond reason. Not just the blood, but his breath, his skin, there was no part of him that didn’t.

Seolyeong whispered into his wet ear.

“Your chest is so firm… but your nipples are soft and squishy.”

He said it deliberately to make the listener feel dirty.

“You said you spent nights with those yang bodies. So did you do things this obscene with them too?”

“……”

“How many people have ridden you before me?”

The teased nipple stood up stiffly. As the texture changed, Seolyeong lost interest and pulled his hand away without regret. He lowered his mouth to the back of Yujae’s neck, where the goosebumps still hadn’t faded.

He bit down and chewed slowly, taking a mouthful of flesh. A dangerous thrill swept through him.

When he looked down, pre-cum was already glistening at the tip of his cock. Seolyeong instinctively grabbed it and stroked. Wet sounds echoed from the slick length as he pumped.

“Ugh, nn…”

Unable to hold back his moans, he continued to ravage the man’s bare back.

He bit down on the shoulder blade, nibbled at the waist until marks were left behind, and even sank his teeth into the lean flank, greedily taking what he wanted. There was no part that didn’t taste sweet. It was almost inconvenient.

Just as he was panting from the mounting urge to climax, something caught his eye, trembling buttocks.

He stared at the tightly closed hole with a puzzled look.

That’s way too small. Then again, how wide could a person’s ass get anyway?

Seolyeong had been about to grab the oil bottle the attendants had left behind, but a sudden idea stopped him. He grabbed both sides of the sect leader’s butt and pulled them apart.

“Doesn’t spread very far…”

It was disappointing, the hole didn’t open the way he wanted.

Even if he’d lived an asexual life, it didn’t mean he hadn’t seen or heard plenty in thirty years. Seolyeong licked his lower lip and lowered his head. The oil would work, but he wanted to taste it first. He was curious how satisfying this part might be.

Even with the sect leader’s low body temperature, this spot alone felt warm.

When he ran his tongue up it in one slow stroke, a hoarse sound burst out.

“Ah…”

Seolyeong ignored it and kept stimulating the hole. He poked at it with his tongue, then sucked hard, then chewed softly with his lips. More tasting than foreplay. His eyes clouded over as he sucked on the other man’s rear, drooling messily.

When the outer rim turned red, his tongue moved faster. He was both the one giving the foreplay and the one moaning.

“Ah… nngh, mm…”

His cock was now pointing straight up toward the ceiling. Erect and massive, the flared head looked almost swollen and dark red.

A cock not belonging to a human looked far more savage than he’d imagined. It was huge, as if once it entered, there’d be no escape. The veins bulged thick along the shaft, but more impressive was the gaping urethra, twitching like it couldn’t wait to release. It was clear the semen from that hole would come in overwhelming quantity.

Still stroking himself, Seolyeong regretfully lifted his lips from the other’s hole.

“Haa… I want to put it in now. You’ll take it, right?”

The loose and trembling hole enticed him.

His mind had checked out after that first hit of stimulation. He didn’t even realize he needed to prepare it with fingers as well as tongue. So he simply lined up his cock.

But the tightly shut hole didn’t accept even the tip. Seolyeong let go and stared at it.

Then he asked,

“Why won’t it open?”

Tang Yujae barely kept his sanity through the rising bloodlust.

Maybe it would be better to black out now. But his willpower refused to let him faint and escape the bride’s games. As soon as the paralysis wore off, one thought raced through his mind like a storm.

He had to kill him.