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    Namgung So-yeon looked at In-ho with an ecstatic expression.

    In-ho, who was sitting on the floor, looked up at her with devastated eyes.

    “Namgoong… Sojeo?”

    Why is she here?

    And what was that from earlier? Rather… what happened to the other church members?

    Many questions sporadically arose and ran through my mind.

    Inho felt the blood on his head drying up.

    “Namgung Sojeo?”

    Namgung So-yeon tilted her head when In-ho referred to her.

    She pursed her lips as if she didn’t like something and held up her hand as if to tell him not to do so.

    “Ah, Confucius Kang. Why are you doing this to make me feel distant? You should call me Soyeon~ as usual.”

    “That… what?”

    Namgung So-yeon approaches In-ho, saying something incomprehensible.

    “You spoke kindly to me yesterday too. Please hurry and say “Soyeon~”. Because good Soyeon came to save Prince Kang, right?”

    Inho tried to loosen his grip on the hand a little, but it was no use.

    “Welcome~”

    The more you tighten it, the stronger your grip becomes.

    With his hands numb, Inho awkwardly said the name.

    “So, Soyeon…?”

    “Yes~ I’m a kind Soyeon.”

    Namgoong Soyeon rubs her hand on her face again.

    Now, Inho felt strange seeing him indulging in his own smell while making groaning noises.

    A chilling sensation ran down my spine.

    As the one-sided expression of affection continued, Inho’s previously confused mind was coming into order, like a floating object slowly sinking.

    “I love you.”

    If only Namgung So-yeon hadn’t thrown a rock into the lake of thoughts that were trying to stabilize.

    “Yes? Yes?”

    Inho’s eyes widened at the sudden confession.

    “I love you. We promised to talk every day.”

    “What is that…?”

    “Why don’t you tell me you love me? You spoke sweetly to me yesterday and the day before, right?”

    Inho’s body trembled without realizing it as the dull golden eyes looked at him.

    “Tell me. I love you.”

    “Namgung Sojeo. I don’t know what’s going on… but why in Heukcheongyo… Ugh!”

    Her hand grabbed his neck.

    – Boom

    Namgung So-yeon climbed on top of In-ho, who was lying on the ground due to the overwhelming force.

    Namgung So-yeon, who was sitting on his stomach, slowly strangled him with both arms.

    “Tell me. I love you.”

    “Ugh…! Namgung Sojeo!”

    “Soyeon!!!!”

    An angry voice echoes through the stone room.

    – Kuuk

    The force entering the neck becomes stronger.

    As breathing became increasingly difficult, Inho, who was underneath, struggled to his feet.

    “Tell me! Speak! Say you love me!”

    The lithe appearance from before has disappeared and Namgung So-yeon, with bloodshot eyes, is pushing him.

    “Kerker…”

    When In-ho resists, letting out all the remaining breath in his lungs, her face crumples.

    Namgung So-yeon released the hand that was strangling her.

    “Heo-eok… Heo-eok…”

    As the feeling that was constricting his neck disappeared, Inho instinctively took a deep breath.

    Was it about time his breathing became evener?

    Nangung Soyeon’s hand strangled him again.

    “Pfft!”

    “Tell me.”

    Namgung So-yeon follows him with commands.

    Namgung So-yeon repeatedly strangled and loosened his neck.

    And the time he took to breathe gradually decreased.

    Consciousness moving away, pain felt in the body, fear, etc.

    Inho, dominated by his survival instinct, kept stamping his feet in an attempt to escape the unresolved restraints.

    Because of the increased blood pressure, my eyes turned bright red and blood flowed from my nose.

    “I love you… I love you.”

    He lost his senses as his consciousness faded away and barely muttered.

    “Hehe…”

    Namgung So-yeon, who heard his mosquito-sized voice, finally released his neck.

    She placed her face on Inho’s chest, who had lost consciousness from the harsh torture, and climbed up his body.

    “As expected… Heukcheongyo seems to have caused mental problems. I will educate you as I get back to normal.”

    Looking at his bleeding face, Namgung So-yeon smiled benevolently, flicked her tongue, and brought her face close to his nose.

    – clap clap clap

    Drinking his nosebleed with her tongue, she massaged her lower body with her hand.

    “Ahh… I’m so happy.”

    Namgung So-yeon mumbled as she licked her lips and looked really happy.

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