On the Way to Anhui – 6

Tadak, tadak. A pleasant sound came from the bonfire.

However, Inho was not in a pleasant situation.

“Here, eat.”

He unwillingly looked at the face of a woman whose life he knew nothing about.

How did this monster kill this woman?

Quickly, so she wouldn’t feel pain?

Or slowly and very painfully?

Did she drive her to terror and torture her with false hope?

The dead woman said nothing, simply turned her lifeless face towards Inho.

“Ugh…”

Nausea rose, and Inho covered his mouth with his hand.

But the reaction to this disgusting situation was stronger than his self-control, and he vomited the little lunch he had eaten.

His vomit splattered on the ground.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

She asked worriedly, as if she didn’t know the reason.

After retching for a while, he took a deep breath.

Every time he smelled the fishy scent of blood, he felt nauseous, but he clenched his teeth and endured it.

Walking here from the Black Heaven Cult, Inho had learned the timing of when Namgoong Soyeon would lose her temper and torture him.

How much he could defy her before she would torture him.

What words she was sensitive to.

After being strangled countless times and slammed into the ground, Inho had internalized her boundaries.

That’s why he could barely resist her, and still was.

Because he thought it was the least he could do for the dead members of the Black Heaven Cult.

But Inho’s determination to resist, while not crossing the line, crumbled.

“Just stop it already!!!!”

Inho shouted in a voice half-filled with tears.

His resentful voice passed through the trees and spread throughout the forest.

The chirping of the grasshoppers and the buzzing of the birds at night went out like a candle flame blown by the wind.

“Gang Gongja?”

“Why… why are you doing this?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You weren’t like this… you were just normal… you were nice!”

“…Gongja?”

“Why did you change so suddenly… why did you change…”

He punched the ground, seemingly aggrieved.

Namgoong Soyeon’s face contorted grotesquely as she looked at him.

“You said you were a righteous sect that upheld justice! You said it was good to help people with Martial arts!”

Inho didn’t stop, even with Namgoong Soyeon’s face having passed its breaking point.

“Why the hell are you doing this! Why! Killing innocent people! Attacking the Black Heaven Cult!!!”

“Shut up!!!!”

The roar, amplified by internal energy, covered the forest.

Inho, who heard the sound head-on, fell backward.

Capillaries burst from the pressure created by the internal energy, and bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

Namgoong Soyeon strode up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him into the air.

“Guh!… Keuk!”

Namgoong Soyeon, looking at Inho struggling in the air, wore a face mixed with tears and madness.

“What do you know? Knowing nothing, knowing nothing, kikikik… I came to protect you. I said I would protect you. I said I loved you. But why, why. What for. Ah… cold. Hungry. I have to practice my cultivation. Ah…! Ah… blood, yes blood! Ah, I’m sorry, Gongja. I didn’t do this on purpose. Ah, I’ll be a good Soyeon. Please don’t hate me. You fucking bastard. How dare you reject me? Do you know how many, how many people I killed because of you? Kicking, but it doesn’t matter. I just need Gongja by my side. Ah… I love you. I love you! I love you!!! I love you!!! We’ve been connected since our past lives. No one can separate us. Not even you!”

Tilting her head unnaturally with each syllable, she spewed words like a machine gun.

“Let… go! You crazy… bitch!!”

Inho, lifted into the air, kicked her body, but it only felt like kicking a huge rock, with no meaningful effect.

Namgoong Soyeon, who had been staring at him with unfocused eyes, exclaimed brightly.

“Ah! I forgot.”

As if all the madness from before was an act, she smiled brightly.

She looked as if she had found the answer to a problem she couldn’t solve.

“Gongja doesn’t remember anything. I think I was asking for something too difficult.”

“What… what are you talking about!”

“I’ll tell you slowly. Now, try to remember.”

In Namgoong Soyeon’s empty hand was the head of the woman she had just pulled out.

“Just a moment~.”

Tilting her head back, she greedily put the blood dripping from the victim’s neck into her mouth.

The thick blood didn’t go straight down her throat, but pooled in Namgoong Soyeon’s mouth.

Filled with blood, she reached out and brought it to Inho’s lips.

“!!!!!”

The fishy scent entered his lips, and the blood of another flowed into him through his mouth.

“Eup, eup, eup, eup!!!”

Inho struggled in disgust and fear, but Namgoong Soyeon’s kiss was even more persistent.

The blood that couldn’t get into Inho fell in clumps onto their clothes and the floor.

Aggressively exploring his mouth, she delivered the blood and then inserted her tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth.

She swept up the remaining blood in his mouth and swallowed it with a blissful expression, as if swallowing very sweet honey.

She shuddered once at how delicious it was.

“Ah…”

Her body flushed, and she twisted her body.

Her first kiss tasted of blood.