Emotion Eater (5)

I knew I’d get messed up entering the labyrinth, but I didn’t expect Shuriel to be the one doing it. Not that I didn’t like it, I was just surprised because it was unexpected. I thought if anyone was going to do it, it would be some nameless adventurer or the other two soldiers.

Separately, my whole body ached like it had been stabbed with awls, so I couldn’t even move a toe. Even using every last bit of strength I had, all I could manage was to twist my body. But that was enough.

“Ugh… Uwaaaaaaagh!!”

Because I could see Shuriel trying to stab himself in the neck with a knife.

Shuriel’s eyes cleared. The end of the mental corruption. The first thing he did when he regained his senses was to try and kill himself. I understand, considering he came to his senses after thoroughly raping me. It must be tough. He’s already isolated in the labyrinth because of himself, and now he’s even committed rape. He can excuse it as mental corruption, but the result can’t be undone.

However, I’m not going to stand by and let him kill himself.

Well, this is a first for me. If he had tried to rape me out of pure malice, I wouldn’t care if he lived or died, but Shuriel’s case was caused by mental manipulation or behavioral inducement. Whether his true feelings were mixed in with the rape is another matter, but it wasn’t 100 percent his own will, so I can’t really say anything… No, is it normal to say something? But I felt good too, so isn’t it okay?

Anyway.

“Do… Doryeon-nim.”

If I had to pick a mage’s advantage, it would be that they can cast magic as long as their mind is clear, regardless of physical pain. I ignored my aching body and constructed a small-scale defensive spell.

Kang-!

The sharp blade, aimed at its master’s neck, bounced off the transparent barrier helplessly. Eyes, sunken like an abyss with guilt, turned to me. His face was etched with astonishment. Shuriel bit his lip and murmured softly.

“…Why.”

He asked why I stopped him. I could give hundreds of reasons, but the fundamental reason is that I’m not as seriously affected as you think.

His face was so gloomy, like he wanted to die right away, that I felt sorry for him and considered telling him the truth, but I thought it was too early. Agnes is the only one who knows about my masochistic tendencies so far.

“If Doryeon-nim dies… Ka, heuk…. How am I… going to get out….”

That doesn’t mean I’m going to relieve his guilt. Even as he spoke, a faint taste of blood spread. It’s just that if Shuriel dies here, it feels like I’m being played by the Labyrinth Maker. If. If, by any chance, the Demon of the labyrinth is watching this scene from the top, I think he’d be very upset.

While I was wondering how to break his horns this time, Shuriel opened his mouth.

“…Yujin. I’m dangerous. I couldn’t resist the corruption. Being with me will only shorten your life.”

Shuriel smiled self-deprecatingly. A brief silence followed. I was stunned by that smile. Because his twisted smile was a kind I had seen often somewhere.

It was a smile similar to mine. A smile you make when you’re wallowing in self-loathing, yet you hate the fact that you have to live your life normally. A smile you make when you have to abandon something inside you.

“If you truly want to live, kill me right now. I promise you, nothing harmful will happen to you.”

He said, taking out a seal from his pocket.

“It’s a magic seal I always carry. It’s a seal that can’t be used unless it matches the user’s Mana wavelength. I’ll write a contract. So―.”

Kill me.

His voice was unwavering.

“Doryeon, nim.”

I said, sprawled on the ground. I didn’t think I could do anything in this state, so I reconstructed my limbs and got up. The wounds remained as they were. It wouldn’t be good to be suspected of anything.

Staggering, I barely leaned against the wall. The floor was damp with Semen and Vaginal Fluid. I could feel the sticky Semen running down my thighs to my ankles. For some reason, the Semen hadn’t lost its warmth yet and was warming my body.

“Doryeon-nim, you’re being selfish to the very end.”

Since there was nothing I could do about the torn underwear, I picked up a rag lying nearby and covered only my upper body. It was a temporary measure, so I wasn’t satisfied with it. And the sight of me desperately covering only my chest while exposing my genitals was very depraved, but it was none of my business.

“What… did you say?”

“If you really care about me, you shouldn’t do this.”

It’s a world where death has become an absolution since some time ago. To say you’ll repay with death is a very selfish thing to say.

If you really, really want to apologize to me.

“Repay me while you’re alive. Don’t think about running away by dying.”

Just treat me a little more violently.

“Adventurer Yujin.”

Shuriel said in a voice filled with apprehension. It must be because he knew exactly what I was saying. Tacit approval of the situation, and postponement of the apology. An absurd claim that he would let this go but hold me accountable later. His face turned pale, then black. Shuriel squeezed the sword in his hand until it bled and trembled with fear, closing his eyes tightly.

“I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what terrible things I might do to you when the corruption starts again. And I’m afraid that my guilt will become dull. Is there any more cruel word than ‘it can’t be helped’? I can guarantee that I’ve never been so terrified in my entire life.”

As someone who heard his lament, I couldn’t help but feel deflated. I said clearly to him. Looking at Lushelini, not Doryeon-nim.

“Shuriel.”

Spit out all those feelings to me. Fear, regret, guilt, despair. I’ll devour them all.

“It’s okay. I won’t ask about anything that happened in the labyrinth….”

I forced the corners of my mouth, which wouldn’t rise, to form an unnatural smile. A smile that seemed somehow broken. A smile that looked exactly like the smile Shuriel had.

“First, we have to live. So we can do something, right?”

Maybe, I thought, I’m the closest thing to a Demon. In another light, I might be worse than a Demon. Demons may be honest about their desires, but they don’t subtly exploit people. I’m exploiting Shuriel to fulfill my desires. That’s all, a truly Demonic story.

* * *

Again, the structure of the labyrinth, where no light entered, drove people crazy. Not just the labyrinth, but putting anyone in a place with uniform colors would drive them crazy. Even excluding the labyrinth’s corruption, Shuriel’s mental state was very unstable. The only reason he hadn’t become a wreck was because I was there to talk to, but mentally, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Shuriel walked through the labyrinth, constantly on edge, not knowing when he would be mentally corrupted. He was conscious of my every move, and if I even groaned, he would freak out and come running.

Among other things, he was very interested in the Semen flowing between my legs. He would bring up silly things like taking responsibility if I got pregnant, and I would snap back that it wouldn’t happen. I knew it wasn’t very convincing unless I revealed my realm, so I just let it go.

As if I’d get pregnant, being crazy. It wasn’t with a child, and it was even less so in reality, but from what I’d experienced through the tentacles, it wasn’t very pleasant.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

And I realized one thing from this incident, that I don’t just have masochistic tendencies. Like with Agnes, and when I broke the Demons’ horns, I felt strangely excited when I saw them filled with anxiety or frustration. I didn’t want to know about this kind of kink. Damn it.

I tried to look away, because it seemed like the kink that had been twisted once was twisted again by continuing to look at Shuriel.

Even so, we were steadily increasing the number of floors.

As I expected, the stairs leading down disappeared as soon as we headed to the next floor. I didn’t react much, probably because I’d been through so much to be surprised by something like this.

Labyrinth 25th floor. The joy of estimating that we had arrived at about halfway was fleeting, and I confirmed that grass was growing on the floor. Black, withered grass. A scene that contrasted with the barren labyrinth that had only shown dirt and stones so far. I and Shuriel lowered our bodies, wary of the changed appearance of the labyrinth.

“Damn it… What is it this time?”

The meaning of the grass was revealed several hours later. The grass didn’t matter. What the grass meant was more important.

Expansion of space.

The labyrinth had become wider.

“Eugeuk….”

I could hear the sound of teeth grinding from next to me. We had stayed on the 25th floor for eight hours. Usually, excluding naps, it would take 2 hours, 3 hours at most, to break through one floor, but this time it was too long.

Thud. Shuriel, who had trampled on the black grassy field and sat down, hung his head and sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“….”

“It’s because of me.”

I was just as physically exhausted, so I sat facing him and made a small bonfire. There was plenty of grass to burn around, so there was no problem lighting a fire. I felt the warm warmth and closed my eyes.

“Don’t have unnecessary thoughts, Shuriel.”

“Haa. Right. Negative thoughts only accelerate the corruption.”

“Why don’t you take off your mask? It looks stuffy.”

He had taken off his mask. The yellow dust had decreased since entering the 25th floor, so he couldn’t find a reason to wear it. But Shuriel said he would keep wearing it. He just said it was a habit and not to worry about it.

The smell of burning grass was slightly sweet. The tickling feeling on my body made me laugh without realizing it. Heu-hit, I laughed clumsily. I felt drowsy. Shuriel tilted his head when he suddenly saw me laughing.

…I feel good.

“Yujin…?”

“Neheu, eh?”

Eueuh, why, why is this happening. My body is hot. The more I inhaled the smoke from the bonfire, the more dazed I became. Feeling strangely good, I tore off a handful of grass from the ground and threw it into the bonfire. Tadak, tadak. The black grass emitted smoke and reached me.

“Hahit, heu.”

“Yujin? What’s wrong?”

I mechanically tore off the grass and threw it into the bonfire. I repeated that dozens of times. Shuriel’s eyes widened as if he had noticed something. He shouted.

“Throw away the grass and put on your mask! Now!”

At those words, I lowered the corners of my mouth and looked at Shuriel. Why? There’s nothing particularly wrong. I feel good…

Ah.

“Put out the bonfire! That grass is a drug!”

Kwajik. Shuriel, who had even put Aura on his feet and stomped on the bonfire to smash it, blew away the smoke with a sword wind and approached me.

“Are you okay?!”

“Hyaeut?!”

An indescribable pleasure struck my body when he grabbed my shoulder. Even I was surprised by the pleasure and opened my eyes like a rabbit. Shuriel clicked his tongue and stepped back from me.

I see. I should have suspected everything from the moment I entered the labyrinth. There was no way the grass on the floor would be normal. That’s why I felt strangely good. Shit. What should I do? I cursed inwardly, but I couldn’t think of a suitable solution.

“Is your body okay?”

“Ubeubeub… Nyehhe….”

Shuriel, who put on my mask for me because I was having trouble controlling my body, glanced at the grass and stomped on it. It was obvious what the effect of that grass acting as a drug would be. A flushed body. A tongue that was loosened and couldn’t pronounce properly. A body that reacted greatly even to touch. It was an aphrodisiac. I don’t know who the Labyrinth Maker is, but they were truly a pervert.

“There may be smoke left, so I’ll get out of here for now.”

“Heuhi, neh, neheh.”

“I’m sorry. I should have been careful.”

If it’s strong enough to react to my body, it must be a pretty strong aphrodisiac… Even if I wear a mask, I wondered if it would really have no effect on Shuriel. I rolled my eyes and looked at him, but he seemed fine. Damn it. I should have worn a mask too.

“Get on my back.”

I wrapped my slightly trembling arms around his neck. My unripe breasts, beyond the torn clothes, were pressed against his back. I rubbed my erect nipples against his back. Because I didn’t think I could stand it otherwise.

“Hya, hyaeuk!”

“Why, ah….”

Tchik, a transparent liquid shot out. When my nipples were scratched by the clothing decoration, they spewed Vaginal Fluid without any integrity.

Ah, damn it.

I was half sane, so it was even more painful. Because I had to watch all the lewd actions I was doing unconsciously. Right now, I was closer to ‘being embraced’ in a sexual sense than ‘being carried on the back’.

“Jyesong, jyesonghaeyeo….”

Even while apologizing, I rubbed my face against his neck. I felt nauseous. It was terrible. Clinging to a man. The aphrodisiac that stimulated my instincts as a female inflicted great mental pain.

In the end, I was also a woman’s body. Just because my mind is male doesn’t mean that an aphrodisiac will make a woman horny. A horny female body can’t help but be attracted to a male.

And Shuriel was the only male here.

I felt Shuriel’s legs swelling, although I couldn’t see it here. I giggled and tickled his ear. The smell of a male, who would usually yell at me to get lost as soon as I got close, felt somehow sweet.

It was a vicious performance. To make me horny while keeping my mind half intact. Of course, as long as my mind remained, we wouldn’t jump on each other. The problem was that it was difficult to fight in that state.

The red eyes, and the entire labyrinth, had a structure that was good for inciting division.

“How is it now?”

Two hours passed, and Shuriel asked. I rubbed my body against his back and said in a voice close to whining. It was a voice so lewd that even I was surprised.

“Gaenchanayeo….”

In fact, it wasn’t okay. Both I and Shuriel knew that. The effect that gets stronger as time passes. It was a miracle that I was still holding on while being carried on his back.

And so, a second break in a precarious state.

Shuriel sat me down on the floor and lit a fire with relatively normal materials. When I said I would light it with magic, he stopped me, saying to save Mana. I turned my head away with a chi-. It was childish. Whether it was the effect of the drug or not, my actions were becoming more and more childish.

“….”

His back was soaked with some kind of liquid. It was all my Vaginal Fluid. I looked at his wide back and swallowed hard.

“Shurie, eel.”

“Stop.”

Shuriel raised his hand to stop me from saying anything.

Because he also knew what words would come out of my mouth now.

“Shurieeel….”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Jesong, haeyeo. Ha, but. I can’t stand it any, more.”

It was no longer possible to maintain my sanity. To be exact, my mind was fine, but my body couldn’t handle it. They say that if your body hurts, your mind follows. That doesn’t apply to me, an Archmage, but lust was a little different.

A body being eaten away by lust.

In the end, I gave up on maintaining my sanity.

“I… I’m okay. It’s okay if you break my arms, pluck out my eyes, and use them as toys….”

But now with a little bit of masochistic tendencies.

I held up the long low twin tails, one in each hand. The red hair tickled my face. I smiled lewdly at the ticklish sensation.

“You, you can use this as a handle. You can pull it like, like an object. It’s okay.”

Just before his eyes turned red.

“It’s okay to break it…”

Smiling miserably.

“Jebaal….”

I seduced him.