Camellia 116

Even in the midst of it all, the pleasure was steadily building. The cock, which had been thrusting into his hole in a steady rhythm, suddenly began to move in slow, deliberate circles. As the glans swept across his sensitive inner walls, Tang Yujae’s lower belly tingled with a sharp, overwhelming pleasure.

“Husband… huuh. Do you know something?”

Seolyeong, who was pounding into him while kneading his firm buttocks, spoke in a dazed voice.

“Inside you, it’s so warm… When I push in like this, ah… it’s unbelievably warm.”

That such a soft place had been hidden inside a body like ice. Seolyeong found himself caught in a vile sort of pride, proud that he had discovered the sect leader’s secret spot. The realization made him snort with laughter.

With that tangled mix of emotion, he pushed in harder.

“Aagh…!”

Tang Yujae shuddered as the cock struck his most sensitive point.

A searing pain tore through the hole. The cock rampaging behind him felt like it would pierce through to his chest any moment, and his limbs flailed. From the ruined inner walls, a numbing soreness surged up.

But there was no denying the truth, the blood fiend’s yang Qi was melting the yin energy built up in his danjeon.

Tang Yujae gripped the bedding and took the thrusts. They were harsh and brutal. The movements showed no consideration for his body. His hole had no time to rest as it was struck again and again.

“Huuk, ah… huu…”

As heat seeped into his moans, Seolyeong’s eyes softened in amusement. Smack, thud, smack. He pulled out until only the glans remained inside, then slammed back in, sending shivers crawling down Tang Yujae’s back.

Struggling to breathe through his choked sobs, the sect leader was quickly flipped over by Seolyeong’s impatient hands. Because he turned him over without pulling out, a wet twist of flesh sounded in the air.

“Agh, ugh…”

Tang Yujae shook his head as if the whole thing was unbearable. Seolyeong looked down at him with eyes burning from hunger.

“I told you to hide your neck… How many times do I have to say it?”

He still wanted the sect leader’s neck. That straight, prominent throat with its jutting Adam’s apple, he wanted to bite into it until screams filled the air and drain him dry.

“It’s your fault for having a neck that looks so biteable. Why is it stretched out like that, looking all delicious? It’s not like you’re asking me to bite it with those pretty little gestures.”

The awful urge nearly paralyzed his reason, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm it. Maybe if he didn’t look at the man’s face. But he kept wanting to open his eyes again.

The face that was always locked in indifference had begun to unravel beneath him. The hole swallowing his cock throbbed, the chest heaving desperately for breath, all of it stirred something addictive in Seolyeong.

To put it simply, the sect leader looked filthy and erotic with a cock stuffed inside him. A peerless martial master, someone whose power he couldn’t even begin to fathom, lay beneath him, helplessly opening and closing around his cock.

“Husband…”

Seolyeong lost his self-control and finally opened his eyes.

Tang Yujae’s lashes were wet, and his eyes drooped faintly. The slender hand that used to claim the title of ‘jade-like fingers’ reached up and brushed against the corner of his eye.

“Don’t look at me like that. Please.”

He wanted to ask what kind of look that was, but there was no chance to respond, no room to speak. The cock violently invading him made it impossible to speak. Seolyeong, meanwhile, moved the hard tip around, poking here and there, searching for the spot that had made his husband tremble so fiercely before.

“Ah! Ugh, huuh… ah!”

“Your eyes… they keep getting gentler when you look at me…”

By now, Seolyeong had no choice but to admit it. The cold sneer that had once filled the sect leader’s eyes was gone. The hostility he had shown when they first met was nowhere to be seen.

Lately, those black eyes seemed to caress him more tenderly than all the rivers and mountains of the martial world. Sometimes, when he caught them softening into a subtle curve, it left a lingering ache in his chest. He couldn’t help but wonder.

Why do you keep treating me like a child? Why do you keep pretending to be a generous husband to me? Why do you cover my eyes, stroke my cheek, and speak to me in such a gentle voice? If you’ve fallen in love with me and that’s what changed your cruel nature, or if this is your true self breaking through at last… then what am I supposed to do?

His head spun with confusion. With a frown, Seolyeong suddenly stopped moving his hips.

With his cock still buried deep, he paused. Tang Yujae slowly turned his gaze toward him. The body that had been shaking wildly with each thrust began to regain its natural rhythm of breath.

“…I’m thirsty.”

Seolyeong admitted it with a look that screamed he didn’t want to. A deep crease formed between his brows, darkening his expression. But not even that could dim his beauty.

“I’m thirsty, husband…”

That tortured voice, full of thirst, spilled into Tang Yujae’s ears. Stroking his throat, the blood fiend continued, trembling with the urge to feed.

“I don’t know why I was born a monster. You were born human, but you chose the path of a monster. If only our births had been reversed…”

But Seolyeong had devoted himself to the teachings of the orthodox sects, while Tang Yujae wanted to tear those teachings down. The wall between them felt too vast, like a towering mountain that would never crumble. At least, until Yujae’s hand touched Seolyeong’s cheek.

“…So what if you’re a monster.”

His voice cracked, pitiful and low. Seolyeong looked at him with trembling eyes.

“A monster like you is saving the martial world.”

That was exactly what Seolyeong had become. Without him, Tang Yujae would’ve slaughtered the martial artists he had captured, packed their bodies in crates, and sent them to the Alliance Leader as a gift. If they retaliated, he would have used it as justification to spark another war.

“A monster like you is the one holding their lives together.”

Maybe he really would’ve fulfilled the dreams of the Daeyeonggak Lord and hastened the downfall of the martial world, all because they refused to yield to him.

But lately, Tang Yujae had been acting according to his bride’s pleas. For the sake of the one who begged for mercy, he had chosen to be kind.

“You want to bite my neck?”

He even had the passing thought that maybe he should kill all the bastards who had mistreated his bride, then die right after. That said everything. Tang Yujae was deeply in love, and Seolyeong could feel it in every word.

“You want human blood?”

His black eyes softened, a small smile in their corners. Cool fingers trailed down Seolyeong’s jaw, then pressed gently against his lower lip. The touch was so reverent that Seolyeong parted his lips without realizing it.

Tang Yujae whispered softly.

“Go ahead and bite. I don’t care if you’re a monster in front of me.”

“What…”

It was a line that felt like salvation, falling on a body burdened by the sin of its birth.

The man who had whipped himself for the sins of his race bit his lip . He couldn’t stop the sting in his eyes brought on by the sect leader’s comfort.

“A monster worse than you is already bearing the martial world’s hatred. I’ll take all those feelings for you, so don’t treat yourself like filth anymore.”

Don’t be kind to me. Don’t become lovely. Please, I’m begging you. I want to hate you forever. I never want to feel anything like love for a murderous beast like you.

“You’re the most righteous martial artist I’ve ever seen.”

The moment those words ended, Seolyeong sank his fangs into the sect leader’s neck.

With a jolt, semen burst deep into his inner walls, flooding them. Tang Yujae shuddered from the overwhelming yang energy and pulled his bride’s head closer, as if urging him to bite deeper and drink more.

The scent of blood clung to both of their noses. Seolyeong tasted human blood with a heart full of despair. And he had no choice but to understand.

He would never be able to hate this damned man.

And from now on, he would never be able to stop loving him.