Why She Loved Him
Meiling, who had spent her spare time learning Korean in anticipation of the day she would meet Jang Jojun, understood the gist of his words. However, Jojun, who had naturally not consumed a communication potion, understood absolutely nothing of what she was saying.
“What are you saying?”
“I, I waited patiently and behaved myself!!”
“Don’t shout. It’s giving me a headache.”
“Yes!!”
Thinking that interrogation would be difficult at this rate, Jojun called for Eila, who had been waiting outside, to act as an interpreter. Eila had been studying Korean quite diligently in the Narak. Thanks to that, she could roughly understand what Jojun was saying.
“Say it again. What about it?”
“I, I behaved myself and lived quietly...”
As Meiling made eye contact with Eila, her voice grew smaller. It was because, during the twenty days she had been imprisoned, she had been subjected to nonsensical harassment by Eila for ten of them. For instance, Eila would blow a bugle right before she fell asleep, or she would starve her for two days only to dump all the food on the ground right in front of her eyes, continuously applying psychological pressure.
“Master! This bitch says she behaved herself!! She’s lying!! She’s a completely crazy bitch!!”
“What? Meiling, you lying bastard...!! You’re a liar!!! You think I’m garbage!!”
“Uh...?”
At Jojun’s sharp shout, Meiling’s mind went blank for a moment. She thought that perhaps he had discovered all the trashy delusions she had been harboring.
‘Don’t tell me... did he read my thoughts..? Because I’m a slave, are my thoughts being read too?’
Cold sweat streamed down Meiling’s face. Anyone can have strange thoughts in their head. As long as others don’t find out, what does it matter what you think inside? But if it all gets exposed, the story changes.
“You, tell me everything you were thinking just now without lying. Master is asking you!!”
“Kuh... I, I don’t want to!!”
Despite Jojun’s command, Meiling gritted her teeth. She couldn’t bring herself to say it to Jang Jojun. If she told him that she wanted to kill all his other women, keep him tied up for the rest of his life, and raise him to her own tastes, it was clear she wouldn’t survive. As she defied Jojun’s order with the mindset that she would rather die, her head began to ache as if it were splitting. Furthermore, blood flowed from her nose, and her eyes became bloodshot. If she endured any longer like this, she would surely die.
“Look at this bitch. She won’t answer. Eila, bring the riding crop.”
“Yes!!”
“Ugh...!”
Meiling held on. If she collapsed here, he would surely kill her. If that happened, a happy Apocalypse Life with Jojun would be impossible. For Meiling, who had decided to become at least one of Jojun’s concubines immediately after her defeat, an early exit was not an ending she could accept. Meiling had thought that she should at least give birth to one of that man’s children before she died.
Jojun had already seen through her twisted obsession. He could see Meiling’s thoughts clearly just by looking at her eyes.
—You might wonder, how? The reason is very simple. It’s because there was already one person by Jojun’s side who thought similarly to Meiling. That was none other than Eila.
Eila, who had been completely conquered by Jojun along with her twin sister Bella and had come to follow the human Jang Jojun himself, had developed an extreme sense of possessiveness and obsession toward him. So, whenever she had time, she would tell Jang Jojun about her dreams. For example, that she wanted to throw everything away and leave with just the two of them, or that she wanted to get rid of everyone else and be left with only you and me. Honestly speaking, in terms of madness, Eila’s side was worse. It was because she was the only one among Jojun’s women who enjoyed torture and massacre, and her sadistic tendencies had reached their peak. She had completely awakened to those tendencies while torturing Roy in a back room of the Narak. Although her sister Bella was barely suppressing it... whenever the suppressor disappeared like now, Eila awakened completely as a sadist.
Yes, Jang Jojun had already encountered true madness. In his eyes, Meiling was fake madness. Eila didn’t bother to show the fact that she was crazy. Rather, she tried to act normal. Of course, it didn’t go as well as she thought, so it just bled into her actions and words.
Anyway, Jojun stared at Meiling’s panicked eyes as if they were pathetic. Those shaking pupils. The reaction of someone who hadn’t completely thrown themselves away yet. Jojun smiled.
“Just how dirty and filthy were the thoughts you had? You damn obsessive, degenerate bitch.”
“Kuh...”
“Forget it. If you don’t want to talk, don’t. It must have been some trivial thought anyway. Like wanting to lock me in a back room, rape me all day, and have an unplanned pregnancy, or wanting to reverse the master-servant relationship, make me execute my own women with my own hands, and then be left alone with a despairing me. Am I right?”
“!?”
Meiling stared blankly at Jojun’s face. Jang Jojun bared his teeth and grinned widely.
“You must have been masturbating while having such dirty delusions, right?”
“N, no... I didn’t have such delusions...”
Jojun didn’t listen to Meiling. He simply shoved his foot into her crotch. Then, he grabbed her ankles as she panicked and shook his foot wedged between her thighs. It was a sexually harassing act known as the “motorcycle.” It was a crude act he hadn’t tried on other women, but he could do it to Meiling, whom he was debating whether to kill or keep alive. Thinking that since Meiling was a prisoner, this level of harsh treatment was acceptable, Jojun expressed his murky desires and sadistic urges toward her.
“Kuaaaaah!!!”
As her feet trembled and the vibration was transmitted to her pussy, Meiling was momentarily at a loss and fell backward. It was a type of sensation she had experienced for the first time in her life. It was strange, ticklish, and bizarre.
“You act like an obsessive madwoman, but you’re going to cum from just this? You pathetic bitch.”
“Hiat..! Hup..!”
Jojun insulted and scolded Meiling without a gap. He also continuously lowered her self-esteem. Thus followed the 10-minute “motorcycle” punishment of verbal abuse. Soon, Eila returned with a riding crop, candles, hooks, rope, and a blindfold. And in the meantime, Meiling had already come once. She had come just from Jojun’s foot technique.
‘This... this might be good...’
The stimulation of her clitoris transmitted simultaneously with the one-sided abuse of Jang Jojun, who couldn’t understand a word Meiling said. Pleasure and shame covered Meiling at the same time, and she realized that one small sexual wall located deep inside her had sprouted.
‘Perhaps... I... might have wanted to be treated like this all along...’
Masochistic tendencies. Was the madness just a smokescreen to be bullied? The more Jang Jojun insulted and trampled on her, the more Meiling felt something that hadn’t been fulfilled being filled. She realized it belatedly. She had wanted to become like this from the moment she was abandoned by Jang Jojun.
‘I... me? Really... I was having such thoughts...?’
Suddenly, Meiling questioned whether that was really her own thought. She became confused all of a sudden. However, Jang Jojun didn’t give her time to be confused. Jang Jojun put a blindfold on the eyes of Meiling, who was collapsed and panting. Soon, Meiling, whose vision was completely blocked, became even more sensitive to the pleasure transmitted from her pussy.
“Haa.. haa.. how does it taste?”
“Haueuu... slurrrp.. haa...”
“You perverted bitch, you can’t even keep your head straight.”
Meiling was completely knocked down by the continuous foot play. Eila, who had been waiting by Jang Jojun’s side, pulled over a chair that had been placed in the building and brought it behind Jang Jojun. At the support of the quick-witted Eila, Jang Jojun smiled and sat in the chair. Then, crossing his legs and holding the riding crop in both hands, he coldly murmured toward Meiling, who was sprawled on the floor like trash.
“How long are you going to stay sprawled out? Get up quickly.”
“Ugh...”
Meiling, who had been sprawled on the floor drooling after being ruined by orgasm, was startled by Jang Jojun’s sharp voice and struggled to get up and kneel. Then, Jang Jojun brought the riding crop to Meiling’s chin and commanded her.
“Open your mouth.”
“Ah.. aaaa.”
Jang Jojun stuck out his tongue and let his saliva drip into her open mouth. Meiling didn’t even know what the liquid entering along her tongue was, she just accepted and swallowed it.
—Gulp. Gulp.
Swallowing Jang Jojun’s saliva, Meiling realized what the desire located deep inside her was. It was to be conquered by an overwhelming powerhouse and handled as he pleased. Meiling, who had realized this perverted tendency, began to feel internal conflict. It was the gap between her usual self and the desire located within her. She was a woman who had been at the head of a group. She was a cold-blooded, selfish, and cruel villainess who killed others to steal their skills and didn’t hesitate to commit murder. That was the superficial Meiling. That was the ideal image Meiling herself thought of. A slightly broken villainess and the female boss of a gang. Suddenly, Meiling realized that the word “love” was not there.
‘Wait... but since when did I start liking that man? Why... why did I follow Jang Jojun? Why on earth am I...’
Meiling questioned when she had started to passionately love the man in front of her. Meiling, who was excessively focused on the man named Jang Jojun while swallowing saliva with her eyes covered, felt a strange sense of incongruity as if a Gestaltzerfall was occurring. Questions she hadn’t had until now began to arise one by one.
‘W, was I...?’
For a moment, someone muttered in her ear. Meiling listened to the voice that sounded blankly. As her vision was blocked, her hearing became more sensitive.
[Yes, you were attracted to that man from the beginning. Whatever your tendencies were, you loved Jang Jojun from the start. So, wag your tail at your Master right now and spread your legs.]
[Lay everything of yours down and just become a female animal.]
[Hurry up and bark like a dog and lick that person’s body.]
“Ugh.. damn it.. I.. I am like this...”
She felt the will of something trying to lead her to a strange place again and again. Someone was trying to change her. Meiling, who felt a visceral fear that she shouldn’t leave it like this, hit her temple. Then, she felt something wriggling in her head. At the same time, the strength left Meiling’s whole body. A sense of helplessness and despair of unknown origin crept up. Her pussy kept itching. She wanted to put something in. Vaginal fluid came out profusely. Meiling felt suddenly excited and her heart pounded. That was not a natural phenomenon. Something was manipulating her body, her hormones.
[Obey that person. Right now.]
At the voice heard in her ear once again, Meiling stopped resisting. She thought, what is the use of all this? Resistance is impossible anyway. She couldn’t even run away. There was no one to come and save her. Her colleagues were all dead or had already become his henchmen.
[Yes, is there a need to resist fate? You’ve already lost everything. Just accept it. That would be happier, Meiling. You’ve had a hard life, haven’t you?]
‘That’s right. I want to be happy now. There’s no need to maintain a normal me even at the cost of abandoning my essence as a bitch. The wish to become his only woman... the desire to monopolize him... I don’t know if they are mine, but... it’s already too late. Let’s hurry up, spread my legs, and be happy. Let’s pursue pleasure while having my head trampled. I am just his flesh-toilet.’
Soon, Meiling completely admitted it. Despair. That led her to the abyss. Meiling decided to choose a life as a flesh-toilet who just followed Jojun’s orders, as the fairy in her head said. A true smile finally returned to her face, which had lost its composure. Having given up all choices in the face of despair, she was finally able to stand before her fate. Meiling smiled widely. In those two eyes, the same madness as Bella’s was buried. However, it was even more submissive than that.
—Twitch.
[To the one who has received the favor of the Myriad Demons.]
[A lowly follower offers a gift.]
Jojun would never dream of it. That the ‘Witch Parasite’ that had become a part of Meiling had led her this far. That it had hidden in a corner of Meiling’s mind, avoiding the eyes of the Manma-jeon, and had slowly changed her. He would not know that it had made her disobey the World Tree’s orders little by little, and gradually made her obsessively fixated on Jojun. Because that was a fact that even Meiling herself didn’t know. Meiling just thought of the Witch Parasite’s whispers as a mental defect within herself. Now that even Loki, who had occasionally talked to Meiling, had completely fled, the Witch Parasite had nothing more to be wary of. A certain witch who had looked into the abyss long ago laughed.