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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Namgung So-yeon gazed at In-ho with an expression of pure bliss.
He sat on the floor, staring up at her with wide, bewildered eyes.
“Lady Namgung…?”
Why was she here?
And what was that earlier? More importantly… what happened to the other Cult members?
Questions bombarded him, swirling in his mind. He felt a throbbing pain in his head.
“Lady Namgung?”
Namgung So-yeon tilted her head at his formal address. She pouted, clearly displeased, and waved her hand dismissively.
“Oh, come on, Young Master Kang. Don’t be so distant. Call me So-yeon, like you always do.”
“What…?”
Ignoring his confusion, she stepped closer.
“You spoke to me so sweetly yesterday. Say it again. ‘So-yeon.’ Your good little So-yeon came to rescue you.”
He tried to pull his hand free from her tight grip, but it was no use.
“Say it~”
Her grip tightened with each urging.
As his hand grew numb, he forced the name out, his voice tight with strain.
“So… So-yeon…?”
“Yes~ that’s a good boy.”
She rubbed his hand against her cheek again.
He felt a wave of revulsion as she moaned softly, seemingly reveling in the scent of his skin. A cold shiver ran down his spine.
As her one-sided display of affection continued, the confusion in his mind began to settle, like sediment slowly sinking to the bottom of a murky pond.
“I love you.”
And then she dropped a bombshell, shattering the fragile calm.
“What? What?!”
His eyes widened in disbelief.
“I love you. We promised to say it to each other every day.”
“What are you talking about…?”
“Why won’t you say it back? You spoke so sweetly to me yesterday, and the day before…”
Her cloudy golden eyes stared into his, and he couldn’t help but tremble.
“Say it. Tell me you love me.”
“Lady Namgung, I don’t know what’s going on… why are you here at the Black Heaven Cult…? Gah!”
Her hand, which had been holding his, shot up and clamped around his throat.
-Thud
He was thrown to the ground by her brute force, and she straddled him, her knees pinning his stomach. She slowly tightened her grip on his throat.
“Say it. Tell me you love me.”
“Gah…! Lady Namgung!”
“So-yeon!!!!”
Her furious roar echoed through the chamber.
-Squeeze
The pressure on his throat increased.
He struggled to breathe, his legs kicking wildly.
“Say it! Say it! Tell me you love me!”
The gentle facade had vanished, replaced by a crazed fury. Her eyes were bloodshot.
“Gah…”
He gasped, his lungs burning, and her face contorted in frustration.
She released her grip.
“Gasp… gasp…”
He sucked in air greedily, his body desperate for oxygen.
Just as his breathing began to return to normal…
Her hand clamped around his throat again.
“Gah!”
“Say it.”
Her voice was a cold command.
She continued to choke him, releasing him just long enough for him to take a few ragged breaths, then tightening her grip again. Each time, the reprieve grew shorter.
As his consciousness began to fade, his body was consumed by pain and terror.
Driven by pure survival instinct, he thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free.
His blood pressure soared, his eyes bloodshot, and blood trickled from his nose.
“I… I l-love… you…”
His fading mind barely formed the words.
“Hehe~”
She finally released him, satisfied with his choked confession.
She nuzzled his face against his chest, her body pressed against his.
“It seems… the Black Heaven Cult has confused your mind. I’ll teach you how to be normal again.”
She smiled sweetly as she gazed at his bloodied face and her tongue darted out to lick the blood from his nose.
-Lick, lick
She lapped up the blood, her hand moving between her legs.
“Ah… I’m so happy.”
She murmured, her voice filled with genuine bliss.
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