Chapter 526: The Dam of Emotions
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 526: The Dam of Emotions
“Save… me…”
“Kill… me.”
“Aaaaaaaargh!”
“Ah… ugh…”
I smiled, looking at the pigeons before me. A grin spread across my face unconsciously as I watched the bastards crawling on the floor, their wings torn off. The end of those who had acted so lofty was utterly ridiculous.
I considered it an excellent choice to have left a few of them alive. It meant I could have this kind of entertainment while making my preparations. Nazareth and the others who had come with Michael had been completely turned to our side by Baek Ahyeon.
Thanks to that, the remaining pigeons were all the more precious.
As expected, the Bloody Wedding had been quite effective. It seemed the incident had been a tremendous shock to the pigeons as well; they still hadn't been able to release a single proper statement.
In times like these, weaving the corpses of pigeons together and sending them as a gift was an incredibly pleasant affair.
The absolute masterpiece among them was cutting off a Seraph’s face and weaving it into the corpse of a demonic beast before sending it over. I hadn’t officially declared war yet, but I was sure they knew what we wanted. They must have taken the previous gift as a declaration of war. They hadn't acted yet, but it was already a certainty that we would clash, one way or another.
“My Savior…”
“Ah… I know.”
As Baek Ahyeon slowly began to speak, I immediately started walking. The thoughts that had consumed my mind since the Bloody Wedding had subsided, for now. But I couldn't say there were no side effects.
No, to be honest, it was more accurate to say I was merely suppressing them.
My women also seemed deeply worried. Yet, whatever they were thinking, they didn't say anything about my actions. Instead, it felt like they were watching from a step behind.
The others were the same, of course, and so was Choi Seulgi.
If there was one thing that had changed, it was that I was having sex more often. Almost every single day. Since the only ones with free time were Choi Seulgi and Jang Ye Ri, I spent nearly all my time with them. I didn't drink.
However, after some time had passed, I was left with various aftereffects.
Literally, aftereffects.
“Hoo…”
I started having dreams. They were, fundamentally, the kind of dreams that left a foul taste in my mouth.
Dreams of Ragia, and of Michael.
In my dreams, Ragia always died a brutal death. She would tell me she regretted being with me, muttering that it would have been better if she had never followed me. Waking from my sleep, I would silently stroke the tattoo etched with Ragia’s ashes.
The dreams featuring Michael were the same. I couldn't grasp the full situation, but he would mutter that he regretted listening to me. Watching him, wings torn to shreds, as hundreds of spears impaled him was agonizing, even if it was just a dream. It was even more agonizing to watch him ask if this was honor.
Michael.
I made a point not to find out how Michael had died. If I had set my mind to it, I could have found out. But I was worried about my own state after seeing it, so I deliberately didn't ask anyone for news.
I hadn't seen his daughter since then, either. For now, I had entrusted her to Goff and Black Spear in the Brother’s Land. I figured they might have heard various things from Michael’s daughter.
‘Fuck.’
The occasional hallucinations had also become annoyingly conspicuous lately. The visions, which had appeared sporadically after the Bloody Wedding, were now showing up with increasing frequency.
‘I trust you.’
Shut up.
‘I believe in you. My friend.’
I thought it was guilt. I had betrayed his expectations, so I figured I was seeing these things because of guilt. Of course, in this situation, my chosen course of action was avoidance.
‘I trust you.’
‘I believe in you.’
‘You are…’
Be quiet, Michael. You’re gone now.
Michael was gone. We had only known each other for a short time, to begin with. Perhaps it was a manufactured emotion. If it weren't for my species' continuous effect, I wouldn't have grown so attached. I told myself that the ability, which induced feelings of goodwill, and my own abnormal mental state had created a synergy effect, causing me to experience this. It had to be.
It most certainly had to be.
Thinking about it, it was strange. It was strange that we could have become so close in such a short time. It was even stranger that he had told me he trusted me, and it was incredibly strange that I had accepted him.
‘My brother… I trust you.’
It was probably because of those words.
The decisive factor must have been those very words.
The one who accepted Michael’s words wasn't the Blood Dagger of today. It was Kim Taesung, who had lived a shitty, third-rate life.
‘My friend.’
It was Kim Taesung, who had lived in constant fear of being stabbed in the back in some sewer, who had accepted those words. The friendless fool had taken those words to heart.
“I am not Kim Taesung.”
‘I believe…’
“Bullshit. You shouldn't have trusted me, Michael.”
“Pardon? My Savior, what did you just say?”
“It’s nothing.”
I had started talking to myself more often. Things I saw every day began to look slightly different. The only time I felt at ease was when I was tearing apart the captive pigeons in the basement. However, the time I could spend in the basement was limited. It was Jang Ye Ri’s request, and I was, to some extent, abiding by her words. I, too, felt I needed to exercise self-control.
I grew sensitive to the sounds around me, and I found myself getting irritated more frequently.
It had all started after the Bloody Wedding.
It will get better with time. That’s what I thought.
“Hoo…”
And it was, in fact, getting a little better. I felt like I was relying on something I shouldn't be, but relieving stress was a rather important thing.
“Where is Seraphim?”
“She was moved to Garia…”
“Ah, right.”
“Yes, that is correct, my Savior.”
I thought that if I killed Seraphim, perhaps the voices I was hearing would stop.
“Jang Ye Ri moved her?”
“Yes. She said there was something she needed to investigate.”
“I see.”
Even in the brief moment I spoke with Baek Ahyeon, Michael’s auditory hallucination vanished. I’m getting better. That’s how it felt. By the time the ships capable of crossing the sea were all built, the problem would disappear.
“Well then, sleep… well. My Savior.”
“Thank you.”
“Ah! It is nothing.”
Baek Ahyeon, who had escorted me to my door, quietly bowed her head and began to leave. When the door opened, I saw Jang Ye Ri waiting for me. She was wearing nothing.
“You’ve come, my mate.”
“Again today.”
“Are you displeased?”
“Not at all.”
Entangling our bodies was already a familiar act. After a quick wash, I entered the room, and Jang Ye Ri naturally wrapped herself around me. We kissed, comforting each other. I parted my lips slightly and spoke. There was something I was curious about.
“Has anything come from Agape?”
“You don’t need to worry about that right now. How unpleasant. Am I no longer beautiful to you?”
“No, you are still beautiful.”
“Ah… ngh. A-a little slower.”
With one arm, I pinned both of Jang Ye Ri’s arms above her head and pressed my body against hers. A nasal moan immediately followed, and Jang Ye Ri quietly wrapped her legs around me. I, too, immediately pushed myself into her.
“Ah…”
It was a little tight at first, but the inside that quickly grew wet was a welcome sensation. Her face, which had seemed to be in some pain, began to flush with arousal. The light sheen of sweat on her forehead, the eyes that looked at me—they were incredibly beautiful. Those eyes made me feel a little miserable. I hated seeing my reflection in her pupils.
“Hah… hah… Aah.”
“On your stomach.”
Her long hair, spread out beneath the bedding, made her look almost like an angel. It seemed she had no intention of resisting. She looked as if she had completely entrusted her body to me. At my words, she turned over slightly. I grabbed her hair and pulled, and her head snapping back came into view. It felt like heat was rising in my head. I trembled slightly from the electrifying pleasure.
“Haaaah… Nngh.”
The line from her neck down to her waist excited me even more. My breathing grew ragged, but instead of exhaling, I chose to move my body. I could see Jang Ye Ri trembling. She had come lightly.
‘I believe in you.’
“Shut up.”
“Mmph.”
I don’t know why I did it.
After we faced each other again, I began to thrust into her while choking her with one hand. Her pained face entered my vision, but strangely, I felt no worry. No, in fact, it felt good. A pleasure so intense it made my legs tremble.
“Gack… Ah.”
Jang Ye Ri made no effort to remove my hand. Instead, her legs tightened around my body. Lewd, slapping sounds struck my ears, and instead of moans, I heard gasps. She was clearly struggling to breathe, panting heavily, but the sight of her tongue lolling out was more than enough to excite me further. As tears naturally welled in her eyes from the lack of oxygen, I placed a light kiss on them.
Only after my body shuddered and I poured everything inside her did I release my hand. Jang Ye Ri’s face, gasping raggedly for air, came into view.
“Hoo… haah… Hoo… haah… A little rough today. It wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t mind days like this once in a while.”
There was no way it wasn't bad. As I watched her casually get up and wipe away the fluids, my head began to throb.
There was a bruise on her neck. Her wrists, arms, and back were the same.
I suddenly began to register what I had done. As I clutched my aching head, I felt her gently embrace me.
“Being with you is still a pleasant thing.”
“I…”
I understood why only Jang Ye Ri and Choi Seulgi had been coming here recently.
‘Fuck…’
“Fuck…”
Of course, they all knew. There was no way the physically weaker women could endure this.
“How about one more time? I am not yet satisfied.”
“..................”
As I clutched my head, I heard her tantalizing voice once more.
“Am I no longer beautiful? I want to be with you a little longer. Isn’t this the body you like?”
She is not beautiful. With the clear handprint on her neck, she is not beautiful.
“Get out.”
“What…”
“Get out. Please.”
“As you wish. I will see you tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know what you’re apologizing for. It’s a little lonely to sleep alone, but you must be tired. It’s not so bad.”
The sight of her placing a light kiss on my cheek before closing the door behind her felt unfamiliar. I lowered my head slightly. It was nothing new, but I was forced to recognize it again. I am not normal right now. The reason they weren't saying anything was probably because they didn't want me to feel burdened.
‘I believe in you.’
“Shut up.”
The room was dark. But I could see everything inside it clearly. I closed my eyes.
For some reason, I felt like I would have another dream tonight.
“Shut up,” I muttered.