“Black Werewolf, Gravedigger, I felt my father’s presence when the worshipers, especially those who deal with monsters, showed themselves.”
“He didn’t die.”
“He didn’t die.”
That crossed beyond the realm of death.
“It’s not that he didn’t die, but now he can’t die.”
The downpour stopped.
In such silence, consciousness was awake until late at night.
“Quiet.”
The thin tunic embraced his scent. The tunic that directly touched the skin wrinkled easily. Without a separate lining, it was simple.
The inn bed creaked with age, and the bottom of the bed vibrated every time the body tossed and turned.
Old wood, dust, humid air, and a somewhat unimpressive appearance. Perhaps this unimpressive place provided unmatched rest.
Sharlop turned her body to the side.
When she stretched her arm, it reached his chest. He wore only one loose tunic. In loose clothing, his collarbone was exposed.
“Your shoulder is injured too.”
Sharlop touched his shoulder.
“If it scratched up to the collarbone, it must have dug deep. Did you not defend yourself from the beginning?”
Pedelin, while teaching swordsmanship, could roughly figure out what kind of wounds it was by looking at it.
These are the wounds of someone who gave up defense and chose to attack.
“I told you not to do this to me.”
He got hurt like this himself.
“Is your abdomen injured too?”
The thin tunic wrinkled.
Along the waistband on his hips, she shifted her gaze.
When she touched the navel, it was firm below. Contrary to what she thought, it was smooth below.
Pressing it lightly conveyed a sense of pressure to her fingertips.
It felt hard, as if pressing on a stiff board.
Thud,
Thud, thud,
The heartbeat was solid. It was steady and regular.
His scent was strongly present.
Facing each other forehead to forehead, as she breathed deeply, it somehow became quiet.
Perhaps because the pouring rain had stopped?
The breathing sound beside her stopped.
Tsk!
The gripping hand on the wrist tightened.
“Ugh!”
Sharlop groaned, and her body flipped. It landed beneath him as if crumbling.
They quickly swallowed their breaths, so as not to mix their breathing.
“Did you wake up?”
He didn’t answer.
Beneath the lifted waist, Benjamin looked down with his eyes half-closed.
“Are you going to keep touching?”
“Ah…”
“You were left to grow up while suffering.”
Benjamin closed his eyes and muttered.
“What were you looking at?”
His hand, dropped without strength, touched her lower abdomen.
“I haven’t seen it up close for a long time.”
“Did you?”
“I noticed it because I have a scar on my eyebrow.”
“If it had gone a little deeper, you would have almost lost one eye.”
Benjamin caught Sharlop’s hand.
“Are you going to keep touching?”
“Ah, is it uncomfortable?”
“It’s okay. You can touch.”
Benjamin buried his face in Sharlop’s shoulder. Bending his body deeply, he pressed his nose against her neck and nuzzled it with the bridge of his nose. His fingertips reached the collarbone. The descending hand grabbed the hem of Sharlop’s tunic.
“Sharlop.”
You’ve clearly forgotten what you look like right now.
Now, you’ve lost tension. Or maybe, you trusted me too much.
“Do you know that?”
“What?”
“Your scent is wafting from me.”
The downpour stopped.
“I like that. The fact that traces of you remain with me makes things feel strangely awkward and muddled.”
The subsequent silence was languid.
Perhaps, such silence might have felt unfamiliar.
“It’s like a childish story.”
“The tunic is a bit big for me.”
“Is everything done?”
“What?”
“If everything is done, I guess I’m okay too.”
Benjamin caught Sharlop and laid her beneath him.
“Even if you touched me like a child, I am not one.”
“…”
“You tell a story like that when you smell my scent from me in such a cruel way? You will never know how I feel right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Putting you in my mouth and biting you.”
Ignoring the monsters outside, he might have lost his fear.
“I want to howl. I feel like I’ve become a damn beast.”
Benjamin gritted his teeth and bit into the skin.
“Thin and fragile.”
Such a fact troubled him.
“Should I break you like this?”
Benjamin swept his nose across Sharlop’s neck.
“Insanely frightening.”
“I’m fine even if I’m broken.”
It was a bit crazy talk.
“On the day I break, if you are by my side, that’s enough for me.”
“You casually bring up crazy words.”
Sharlop reached out and embraced his neck.
His disheveled hair emitted a faint earthy smell. Traces of herbs, soil, dew, and such were strong.
“Ah…”
Sharlop sighed as if in pain.
Crunch,
He bit into the skin.
The body crumbled in the eeriness. A sense of strangeness dug through the throat and explored the flesh.
His jaw pressed against Sharlop’s shoulder.
“You drive me crazy.”
Benjamin pressed Sharlop’s hand and lifted it above his head.
“Now, isn’t the injured arm?”
“It’s just a very minor part.”
Benjamin touched the injured arm, supporting the weight.
“What if the treated arm gets hurt again?”
“If the injured arm gets hurt again, we’ll treat it again.”
You just need to wrap it with bandages again.
“Don’t push away the injured arm.”
The injured arm is fine.
“We are a couple.”
“It’s a bit strange.”
The nape of the neck tingled with heat.
“You’re going crazy.”
Benjamin just said that.
There seemed to be more emotions hidden in his complex thoughts, but he swallowed them.
“Do you know that?”
“What…”
“Except for that.”
Sharlop swallowed her breath.
“Thirsty.”
“I’m not a well.”
“What if I dig here and make it a well?”
His lips touched the tender collarbone.
“Living among mercenaries, I’ve learned explicit tactics.”
Benjamin gently nibbled her earlobe.
“Even if we’re a couple. What’s the difference? Even a beggar and nobility live the same way, and there’s no special difference in being noble. Desire and yearning for a person beside you.”
“…”
“Like a thirsty man looking for a well, I cling to you.”
Sharlop weakly bent her waist.
“I’m still thirsty.”
Benjamin bowed deeply as if burying his head in a deeply dug well.
They touched each other closely.
They held their breath and stopped breathing. Benjamin felt the heartbeat that way.
Thump, thump,
Weak but thin and regular.
It was weak, beating like his body’s owner.
A faint pulse protruded, hitting his nose like a small wave.
Thirsty. When the blood vessels pulsated, the heartbeat followed.
Breathing sank heavily.
‘I want to bite.’
I want to hold it in my mouth and fill it completely.
Benjamin gritted his teeth and bit into the skin.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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