Camellia 66

Three days had passed in a blur as if he were a rutting mutt rolling around in heat. Seolyeong, overwhelmed by the pleasure of blood-drinking, had been out of his mind, and Tang Yujae, pushed to climax through his rear, was no different.

The blue blotches had vanished, replaced by bite marks blooming like flowers where the beast had sunk his fangs.

During that time, even the maids who usually attended to their superiors stayed away from Yeohwa Hall. The lewd noises that echoed through the corridor had been impossible to ignore.

Groaning moans clenched between gritted teeth, mixed with the wet slap of bare flesh, made the maids recoil as soon as they stepped foot near the hallway.

“To think they spent their wedding night even before the official joining ceremony… They must be truly in love!”

An absurd misunderstanding.

But even they couldn’t have imagined that the sect leader and his bride would stay in bed for three whole days.

Tang Yujae had endured brutal sex without even drinking a drop of water. Around midday with the sun high in the sky, he snapped awake. Thanks to all the grotesque and forced positions, his limbs were marked with bruises in the shape of the blood fiend’s hands.

Yujae’s expression hardened, he slowly turned his head.

That same bride who had toyed with his cock like a clueless virgin was now nestled sweetly in his arms. Using Yujae’s arm as a pillow, his pretty face slept soundly. Yujae looked down at him in disbelief.

When he tried to pull his arm free, the bride frowned deeply and slung an iron-heavy leg across Yujae’s waist.

“Mmm…”

His whining voice was annoyingly sweet. Yujae spent a few moments debating whether or not to crush the head pressing down on his forearm.

“Mooncakes…”

If Seolyeong had spoken that words a moment too late, his head would’ve been separated from his body and tossed in front of the maids. Yujae’s hand, which had been about to clamp around his pale throat, froze.

“Mooncakes… eat…”

The mad bride seemed to be dreaming about the boy he had chosen as his disciple.

“You said… to make them…”

Yujae fixed his gaze on the trembling eyelashes. Thick and fanned out like a folding fan, they were the mark of a true beauty. Suspecting Seolyeong was only pretending to be asleep to look pretty, Yujae picked him up and threw him off the bed.

“Ack!”

Seolyeong crashed to the floor with a scream. He had rolled so wildly that he landed not beside the bed but near the wall.

As he rubbed the back of his throbbing head and sat up, familiar sights came into view. The soft jade-green wallpaper of Yeohwa Hall’s bedroom, and then…

…And then, the sect leader?

“Waaagh! Aaahhh!”

It was an unbelievable sight. Seeing a naked man lying in bed, and realizing that it was the sect leader, Seolyeong let out a shrill scream.

No wonder, Tang Yujae’s bare body was covered in bite marks. And not shallow ones either. No human teeth could have left such deep, sharp imprints. As memories of the past three days flashed before him, Seolyeong bashed his own head repeatedly until he fainted.

That idiotic act repeated five times.

“Waaagh! Aaahhh!”

Even Tang Yujae, who had let him be because the self-inflicted blackouts were so ridiculous, began to lose his patience. So before the bride could throw his sixth fit, he warned him.

“Shut up.”

The sharp, icy glare made Seolyeong freeze. He obeyed, sealing his lips shut and pretending to faint again. His forehead, already bruised like a melon from all the blows, throbbed visibly.

The noisy, chaotic bride stirred not just Tang Yujae’s murderous rage but also a soul-weary fatigue. He wanted to wring his neck one moment, then the next, he felt it wasn’t even worth the energy to care about such a fool.

Today, the latter impulse won. Seolyeong had a special talent for draining the will to live out of anyone, just by acting like himself.

So instead of killing him, Yujae relaxed his shoulders and neck and checked the state of his body.

“Lighter than before.”

The blood fiend’s yang energy had proven more effective than expected. The massive amount of poison he had accumulated from cultivating poison arts, along with the yin energy stored in his danjeon after stealing the Yeouiji orb, had both receded significantly.

Once the yang energy burned off, the old toxins and yin would surely rise again, but for now, this was more than satisfactory.

Yujae tied his loose hair back roughly and glanced over at the bride.

Ack! Eyes barely open, Seolyeong had been peeking at him and now squeezed them shut again in a panic. His heart pounded.

‘Did he see me? We made eye contact just now, didn’t we? He definitely saw. I’m screwed. What kind of nightmare is this?’

His thoughts spun furiously. As memories came flooding back, Seolyeong felt like his brain was frying.

He had drunk the blood of someone he had sworn never to touch.

He had gotten drunk on that sweet taste and pinned the man down. Violated his body, sank his fangs in whenever the urge struck. The strange stimulation as that hot blood flowed down his throat, remembering it made bile rise from his chest.

‘…I really drank human blood. I swore I wouldn’t. I swore I wouldn’t live like a blood fiend. This isn’t a dream. It’s real. I drank that man’s blood.’

Unable to bear the rising self-loathing, Seolyeong forgot he was pretending to be unconscious and shot upright, gagging.

“Urgh, blegh…”

Black-tinged blood poured from his mouth. The dark stains spattered across the wooden floor, and the stench triggered more vomiting. Seolyeong bent over again and again, retching violently. Even when there was nothing left to bring up, he clutched his chest and forced more out.

“And who do you think is going to clean all that up?”

Tang Yujae asked, gripping the sash of his robe. Seolyeong jerked his head up.

“…I’ll clean it, so don’t call anyone in.”

Yujae let out a dry laugh and yanked on the sash for emphasis. Seolyeong barked out,

“I said don’t call anyone!”

Both of them were naked, the bed was half-destroyed, and the room reeked of sex. It was clearly not a scene fit to show anyone.

But the sect leader replied calmly,

“So now that we’ve had sex, you drop all your honorifics?”

Seolyeong realized he had just spoken to the sect leader in plain speech.

Tang Yujae picked up the trousers that had been lying on the floor and slipped them on, his upper body still bare. His back, mauled and bitten over several nights, was a mess. Seolyeong chased after him.

“W-wait!”

He had so many questions. Why had Yujae fed him blood? Why did he walk away so casually, like nothing had happened? After taking his virginity, why didn’t he even seem the slightest bit guilty?

But the sect leader leapt through the hallway window.

He stepped lightly onto the frame and soared with flawless footwork. Seolyeong stood there in a daze, watching his retreating figure.

His movements looked weightless today. He had always moved gracefully, but now it looked like gravity had no hold on him at all.

That meant only one thing, his yang energy had purified Yujae’s diseased body.

Seolyeong rested his hand on the window frame where Yujae’s bare foot had just touched.

Strange. The sky was blue and dotted with white clouds. For the first time since arriving at Yeonhu, the snowstorm had stopped. Sunlight blazed down.

Without meaning to, Seolyeong murmured,

“Could it be… the weather changes depending on the sect leader’s condition?”

Weather-altering techniques through sheer force of internal energy weren’t impossible for a supreme martial master, so that part wasn’t surprising. But a world that seemed to shift itself based on one man’s health, that was terrifying.

A level of martial cultivation beyond what any human could reach.

Lost in thought, Seolyeong heard footsteps in the distance and rushed back inside. He hurried to find his undergarments, but paused the moment he saw the fluids soaking the bed. Naturally, he started overthinking again.

The man who had spread his legs beneath him had looked oddly unfazed. With the sect leader’s usual temperament, he should’ve been torn limb from limb by now.

So Seolyeong started to wonder.

“…Was I that good at thrusting?”

Maybe the sex had been so good he spared him out of satisfaction?

“Well, damn.”

He glanced down at his groin and cleared his throat. If his hips were seductive enough to tame the evil sect leader… that had to count for something. Ridiculous as it was, it left him strangely proud.