Emotion Eater (3)

“Eu-geuk… S-Stop, let go of my hand!”

I couldn’t bring myself to speak informally, so I shouted shrilly. Tak! I roughly knocked away the arm that was gripping my hair. My face contorted, I took three steps back and gasped for breath. My scalp still tingled from the pulling. Shuriel, looking as though he couldn’t contain his anger, still gritted his teeth and scowled.

“Haa… Doryeon-nim.”

I sighed deeply, laced with a hint of contempt. It was a statement heavily implying, ‘What’s your problem this time?’ It was fine that he pulled my hair like he was going to tear my head off, but what was he planning to do with me? Was he really going to climb the tower? Without Kalberd?

I’d rather he just knock me out and declare he’d violate me until I died. If he did, I’d gladly accept. I wouldn’t show it, but anyway. Shuriel suddenly glared at me, then abruptly squatted down and began clutching his head.

“Doryeon-nim?”

“Eueuk…”

His writhing body suggested he was suppressing something, and I unconsciously moved closer. Shuriel’s mental state seemed extremely unstable. Could it be that something was wrong with his head, like with Agnes? It was somehow resolved back then, but there was no guarantee it would be this time. If he became an idiot, or died, and I returned alone-Kalberd would surely kill me.

If he didn’t move, I would take him by force. I was resolving to do just that.

“Doryeon-nim. Get up-“

-Kwaaaaaak!!!

“Keuheuk?!”

“You… were always like this.”

Shuriel, his eyes glowing red, stood up and grabbed my neck with one hand, lifting me into the air. My vision spun dizzily, and I instinctively struggled desperately to pry his hand away.

Peok, peok, peok. I kicked back and forth, striking his body. But. The body of an Aura Knight, like steel, didn’t budge. At that pathetic attempt to break a rock with an egg, the grip tightened.

“Kka, kkaheueu, euk…”

The world grew darker. My eyes rolled back, and my limbs trembled. At the same time, a hot, wet liquid stained the space between my legs yellow. Perhaps because my body had been at ease for a while, it reacted even more intensely to the violence that had returned after so long.

Unintentionally, I became aroused.

I didn’t even think about why he was strangling me. I simply craved the violence before me, desperately suppressing a smile.

Inwardly, I was glad I pissed myself. If I hadn’t, vaginal fluid would have taken its place. I was looking forward to Shuriel’s contemptuous gaze too… but this wasn’t the time.

As that dreamlike haze continued, and my consciousness was about to fly far away, Shuriel gasped in shock and released his grip.

“Ha, haeuk?”

Kung. Like a doll with its power cut off, I collapsed limply. Unprepared for the sudden release, I couldn’t brace myself and took the full impact. Sharp pieces of stone pierced my skin. I couldn’t even groan at the dizzying pain, only exhale a deflated breath.

I tried to push myself up, but failed and face-planted. I didn’t have the strength to get up. In the end, I gave up trying to stand and just lay there, face down, breathing quietly.

“Y-Yujin?!”

The one who lifted me up was none other than Shuriel. He held me in his arms like a princess, looking very anxious as he waited for me to open my eyes. Air entered my throat, and my mind cleared.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the face of a nobleman with eyes as clear as a lake. It was Shuriel’s face. Shit. He was incredibly handsome. It didn’t move me since I hadn’t become a woman on the inside to fall for that kind of thing.

“A-Are you alright?!”

He said in a voice filled with bewilderment and guilt. I, still caught in the afterglow of pleasure, squinted and opened my mouth, relaxing the neck muscles constricted by the pressure.

“…Thanks to you.”

“I’m… sorry.”

Damn it. I sighed inwardly.

There was no need to be sorry, just do a little more. A base desire bubbled up. I had been holding it in anyway… should I just give up and beg? I considered it, but shook my head inwardly. I had resolved to live as a human in the end, even if I had to do dirty work for pleasure, hadn’t I?

Whether there was a meaningful difference between inducing ‘that situation’ and asking for it myself was something that needed deep consideration, but at least not now.

He bit his lip, still holding me, and explained ‘why he did it.’

“This isn’t my will.”

If it wasn’t you, then who did it? I snorted and sneered, finding his aggrieved expression absurd.

“Sure, sure. If you’re done talking, can I go down now?”

I pushed against his chest with both hands and pulled away from his embrace. Shuriel was greatly startled and tried to grab me, but I was faster. Again, kung, a dull sound echoed. I landed on my shoulder and grabbed my left shoulder, pulling out the map.

“Go back. Sir Kalberd may be there… but even if he’s safe, the other two might not be.”

“…I understand.”

This time, he nodded obediently. It was a stark contrast to how he had berated Kalberd.

However.

“…Why can’t I see it?”

The stairs leading down were nowhere to be found.

“Did I misread the map?”

“No.”

I knew it best since I had recorded it. I couldn’t be wrong. It matched my memory too. And yet. The stairs… were gone. The surrounding structure had also changed slightly. Where I should have turned right, there was a dead end, and where it should have been blocked, it was open.

“The structure changed in that short amount of time?”

Shuriel slumped his shoulders and looked dejected. I glared at him with annoyance. He scratched the back of his head and apologized again. At least he knew he was sorry. I casually accepted the apology and put the map away.

“What are you going to do?”

“…We’ll have to keep going.”

“I’m so glad things are going the way Doryeon-nim wants.”

“I, I…!”

I watched Shuriel, his face reddening with anger at my sarcasm.

“Why? Are you planning to strangle me again like you just did?”

Even though I acted like it was nothing-and it really was nothing-the bright red handprints left on my neck became a fuse for guilt, igniting and burning.

Shuriel, rendered speechless by my sharp words, clenched his fists tightly and trembled. I found the sight amusing and chuckled.

“Just kidding. Anyway, since we can’t see the way down… we should probably check if there’s another exit.”

“Ha. That’s a pretty cruel joke…. What if we can’t see an exit?”

Without a word, I raised my index finger upwards.

“Well… shouldn’t we go up?”

I didn’t know if Kalberd would come back up, but he wouldn’t, since I kicked him out while even bringing up his son. It would be hard to expect unless he was incredibly loyal.

* * *

As expected, there was no way down. The Labyrinth Maker was openly screwing with us. Shuriel, his sword gleaming blue, slashed through a chimera that looked like a hybrid of a goblin and an orc.

“Damn it…”

On the other hand, the way up was easy to find. It was so obvious, like an invitation to come up, that we couldn’t miss it. Shuriel, frustrated by the blatant labyrinth structure, swung his sword.

He cut down monsters, cut them down, and cut them down again.

The floor was already the 21st. Mapping had become useless due to the constantly changing labyrinth, so I just gave up. We had to keep moving forward. Shuriel was getting more and more tired. It was dark, dry, and sometimes humid. Yellow dust was constantly flying around. The extreme situation was eating away at his mind. Shuriel would sometimes gasp for breath to the point where I suspected hyperventilation, but whenever I spoke to him, he would calm down as if nothing had happened.

But eventually. The limit was reached.

“Eueueu… Aaaaaaak!”

-Kung!

“……”

Flash. His eyes glowed red. Shuriel, having thrown a punch so powerful it cracked the wall, was excited, his eyes glowing red.

‘It’s the red glow again…’

The same phenomenon as when he strangled my neck.

Just like Shuriel said, ‘It’s not my will,’ the sudden increase in violence seemed to be related to those red eyes. I had investigated it in my own way, but there were no particular findings. At least it wasn’t magic.

From the moment it was confirmed that it wasn’t magic, there was nothing I could do. Even if it was drugs or an artifact, I wouldn’t understand even if he showed it to me.

I drew my sword and looked at Shuriel approaching, thinking.

‘Why doesn’t it work on me?’

Why only Shuriel? There’s Kalberd, the soldiers, and me too. Why only Shuriel? Many questions arose, but-

-Peoeok!

“Ahheuk!”

I was knocked down by a flying kick, making any further thought impossible.

“Were you happy being with that damn old man? Answer me, adventurer Yujin.”

Shuriel, at this point, expressed his hatred towards me without reservation.

“I should have killed you when we first met. Why did I give my heart to a piece of trash like you…”

“Kkeuheueuk…”

Kkwaaak. Shuriel, having knocked me down, began to strangle my neck as before. However, there was a difference.

“Huh? You probably spread your legs for that old man anyway, didn’t you? Isn’t that right?”

In addition to violence, he began to express his sexual desire.

“D-Doryeoniim…”

I tried to beg through my throat, which had narrowed like an ant tunnel, but it was bound to be useless. Shuriel only glowed his eyes redder and chuckled.

-Jjwaaaak!!!

He roughly tore open the front of my clothes. At that violent touch, my snow-white breasts swayed, tempting the male before me. Soft, snow-white skin that hadn’t faded even after the long labyrinth exploration. Shuriel spread his hand and stroked my chest, then squeezed my breasts tightly.

“Kkyahheuk?!”

I twisted my body at the dizzying sensation of his nails digging in. Shuriel, gripping my breasts as if he would burst them, exhaled hot breath and tore off my skirt. The skirt became a rag, and the garter belt strings snapped. Inside, only pure white underwear stained with a transparent, sticky liquid remained.

“Look at this… I was right… Keukkeuk…. I was fooled by a whore like this…”

Shuriel, having witnessed the vaginal fluid staining my underwear, rebuked me with contempt. I felt shame and misery at Shuriel’s gaze as if he were looking at a bug, and bit my lip tightly.

If you look at me like that… I might get a little excited….

I had no intention of stopping Shuriel from going crazy. Violence? Resolving the situation? If he poured it all out on me, he would return to normal. It was a win-win relationship where I felt good and Shuriel returned to his original state, so there was nothing bad about it.

However, if I just let him do as he pleased, Shuriel, who had returned to normal, would obviously have questions… It was essential to pretend to dislike it appropriately.

“Plea, please…”

“Shut up.”

Tudduk. As he tore off my underwear, my tightly closed pussy, glistening with vaginal fluid, twitched as it met the cool air. It was excessively clean for a whore’s pussy, and tightly closed, but-in Shuriel’s mind, I had long been solidified as a whore who had received countless customers.

Shuriel, pulling down his pants with one hand, even threw off the light armor he always wore and took out his dick, placing it against my lower abdomen.

I silently opened my mouth and stared at ‘it.’ The hotly burning flesh rod was a little… no, excessively large. Can you even call that a penis…? It was literally a weapon.

Shuriel’s dick, no, a human’s dick couldn’t be that ridiculously big. It must be the influence of the red eyes.

Shuriel smiled lewdly and said.

“You wanted this anyway, didn’t you? Huh? You approached me from the beginning to do this. Am I wrong?”

How did you know?

“W-Wrong…”

Unable to find the right words to refute, I desperately denied it and turned my gaze away. I looked at the male member, so hot it would burn my skin. Shuriel’s dick, pressed against my lower body…

Since the base was against my vulva…

Just by length alone… half a hand above my navel…?

W-Would all of that even go in…?

Then.

At the same time as I swallowed my saliva, the insertion began.

-Jjibeub!

“Heuyaaaat?!”

Using the flowing vaginal fluid as lubricant, the dick that had reached inside my vagina stopped advancing after going in about halfway. Of course, it couldn’t all go in. How could I accept that length? In terms of length alone, even bringing in a Minotaur wouldn’t be out of place.

I couldn’t breathe due to the pain of my flesh tearing and the suffocating, full foreign sensation, and only scratched the floor. My nails broke, and my vision blurred because I couldn’t breathe.

“A… virgin…?”

Shuriel opened his mouth wide, seeing blood of a slightly different kind from the blood of torn flesh.

“Heu, heueuk…”

I shed manufactured tears.

Flowing red hair. Petite figure. Flawless, snow-white skin. Tears I wanted to lick up immediately. And-the beautiful appearance that Shuriel fell in love with at first sight. My brain, corrupted by being accustomed to violence and rape, knew what to say in ‘this situation’-

“I, I’m sorry…”

And then.

It stirred up the male’s destructive instincts.

“I, I did wrong…”

It was a word that shook his possessiveness.