Chapter 11

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Chapter Eleven

【Three】

Wu Zhi was shaking. Trembling uncontrollably. That was his body instinctively crying out fear. The person in front of him was wearing the most ordinary button-up shirt and black pants. Filtered by the clouds into its lowest degree, sunlight shone down, leaving glimmering spots of light on that person. He looked so beautiful and pure as though he was an angel that fell into the secular world. His hair was so black that none of its usual gloss could be seen. Under the thin spectacles, red occasionally flashed past the dark eyes. That person’s snow-white face clearly had on his usual cold indifference, but it gave Wu Zhi despairing suffocation and smelled terrifyingly of death, making every cell on his body scream for him to run.

Time seemed to be shackled in place as the surrounding air pressed their way in. The pain of severe tinnitus made Wu Zhi feel like retching. Wu Zhi bit his mouth hard enough for blood to seep down his lips. Ye Qingling’s hand stopped rubbing Wu Zhi’s cheeks. He came closer, licking up the blood bit by bit until he was kissing Wu Zhi’s bloodless lips — it was not a kiss. It was an invasion, an act to vent his emotions. The feelings of destruction entered Wu Zhi’s mouth along with his tongue. Ye Qingling was silently, and icily expressing his rage.

Ye Qingling’s tongue mangled with Wu Zhi’s, barbarically dragging Wu Zhi’s tongue into his own mouth to bite down on it. Wu Zhi struggled with cries, and the two fell onto the ground, biting and tangling together. The sharp pain of his wounds — the water bubbles— popping from his back and being crushed against the ground made Wu Zhi’s vision darken. His limbs weakly lay limp on the ground. The pain of the cement rubbing against his wounds, the pain coming from his tongue, and the suffocating asphyxiation caused Wu Zhi to almost pass out.

What saved Wu Zhi before he suffocated was Qiangzi’s death. When he was finally let go, what his blurry vision saw was the side of Ye Qingling’s face. Wu Zhi followed Ye Qingling’s gaze to the right. Ye Qingling extended his right arm, his long, straightened fingertips penetrating through Qiangzi’s head — he had come closer without Wu Zhi knowing. The penetration was as easy as if he was merely puncturing a tomato. Qiangzi’s eyes were aimed above, rolling to the back of his head in dismay. As if even in his death, he did not understand how Ye Qingling’s fingers had gone through his forehead, right into his skull.

Ye Qingling had no killing intent, no expression whatsoever. He was calm as though he just pinched the most insignificant ant. The pupils under his glasses were so red that it seemed like blood could seep out. Just like this, Wu Zhi watched Ye Qingling’s right fingers move, his finger joints curling slightly — the dig left a giant cavity in Qiangzi’s brain. White cerebrospinal fluid mixed with the red blood, streaming down his head comically like watermelon juice.

Wu Zhi was so shaken up that he forgot to even throw up. His body seemed to have lost all ability to express any emotion. He could only blankly watch the person in front of him lick his own fingers — those very fingers stained by the white and red liquids—

Didn’t you notice—

His overwhelming strength—

His increasingly beautiful appearance—

Misha said: This place has… the smell of the dead.

You noticed it, haven’t you? You noticed it long ago, didn’t you? Of the exact sort of existence “Ye Qingling”, who is licking brain fluids in front of you, is.

Ye Qingling turned his face back, not a single emotion visible on his snow-white face. However, a glimmer of a beast sprung up in his red pupils.

Q-Quick, run— Quickly run—

Wu Zhi didn’t have the chance to escape at all. He never had one, right from the beginning. Ye Qingling’s one hand could restrain all of his resistance. With a single tear, Wu Zhi’s pants were torn into smithereens.

“No—!!!”

The slightly cool, slippery finger stuck into his body. Wu Zhi forced himself not to think about what the sliminess on Ye Qingling’s finger was.

“Get away from me— you monster!”

The finger in his body stopped. Ye Qingling enveloped him, blocking all the sunlight that casted down shadows. The darkness blurred his expression.

“Wu Zhi, I like you.”

The clear, cold voice was as pure as it had always been. But at times, purity was a form of cruelty too.

“Even if the whole world is my enemy, I still like you. I can sell out my soul, I can sell my body. As long as I can struggle to see you within my field of vision, no matter what kind of monster I turn into, I’ll still find you.”

Those were— words akin to a curse.

“Wu Zhi, don’t leave me.”

Wu Zhi looked up, meeting the dark eyes where a fathomless sorrowful rage lurked, so grievous as though he was anxious and frightful of being abandoned by the world. Wu Zhi could not avert his gaze. A smothering rock seemed to be blocking his lungs.

The fingers methodically spread him open. Softly, tenderly. Even in this situation, Ye Qingling’s cruel gentleness still remained. Wu Zhi gritted his teeth, sucking in large gulps of air. His body was still extremely familiar with Ye Qingling’s entirety, and even fiercely welcomed his arrival. Ye Qingling’s fingertips toyed with him — other than “toying”, Wu Zhi could not find a better word to describe Ye Qingling’s actions. The murder weapon that could break through a human skull was soft and pliant; its smooth fingernails scraped the soft inner walls. Bit by bit, slowly taking their own sweet time, they turned left and right, repeatedly poking deeply into and pulling out of the fragile, tender insides. Having relished this pleasure before, his body yearned for more, the hole quivering from the friction. Wu Zhi anxiously knitted his brows, weakly lifting his legs to tremblingly wrap around Ye Qingling. He almost started crying. That person playing with him was gifting him peerless pleasure, but refused to let him reach the peak. The soft inner walls were spreaded open, the emptiness from the air pouring in was absolutely unbearable.

“Bastard, bastard…!”

Ye Qingling held Wu Zhi’s anxiously swaying head, and forced another kiss on him, using his tongue to smear his inner mouth cavity with that slimy liquid. When Wu Zhi finally became aware of it, his mouth was already full of that rusted, bitter taste — that crazed smell of the dead. Perhaps, the virus had already rotted his brain. Wu Zhi thought in a daze, he must have gone insane! He couldn’t even find anything wrong with that thick white liquid anymore!

“……Aahhh…..!”

Wu Zhi began screaming shrilly. He was flipped over by Ye Qingling. And in that instant he was flipped over, that person pulled out his fingers and barged his way in. He frantically started to move as if he was a dying man. Wu Zhi gripped the ground deathly tight, his split fingernails drawing blood on the ground. On his back, Ye Qingling was eating his rotting back—

Ye Qingling was blaspheming him — Wu Zhi thought dazedly. He wanted to drag him into the abyss of death that was as crazy as he was. Ye Qingling’s cold aroma enveloped them. That was the scent of the icy-cold dead. In broad daylight, there they were, naked. Like sharks in the sea, they gnawed, tangled on each other. Even their copulation was stained with the stench of blood. The now blinded woman curled herself into a ball, weakening her presence as much as she could, persuading herself with all her might to not listen, to not pay attention to that bloody copulation.

This was an act of copulation, a banquet, a destruction, a punishment.

“Ye Qingling… You… damn monster…!”

The sound of rotten flesh bitten and torn off rang clearly in the air. There was no affection, no kisses. Only thrusts and bites — forceful, barbaric, ruthless. Pain spread throughout his limbs like electric currents. Wu Zhi lay on the cement ground, collapsed in exhaustion, like he was a dying man who allowed Ye Qingling to enter and leave his body as he pleased. Wu Zhi wanted to laugh. He must have gone crazy, as expected. His mind was completely decayed by the virus. He actually felt pleasure in this massacre-styled lovemaking. The rotten flesh bitten off his back only gave him a ripping sense of pleasure. Pain turned into the best aphrodisiac. His walls burned so fiercely from the overwhelming friction as if they were about to melt. Everything was as addictive as drugs.

“Fucking hell… Why did you… have to be a monster…” Wu Zhi raised his head. From his wet eyes, tears threatened to fall in the next second. “Why… of all people… of all people… did it have to be you…”

Ye Qingling’s tongue trailed past Wu Zhi’s skin that had been opened up. His pale lips were stained by blood, adding to it a charming, bloody rouge.

“Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi…”

“I like you, we are one…”

“Don’t leave me…”

…Stop thinking, stop caring, stop bothering about all that — Right now, his mind has been invaded by the virus, right? So, don’t think about anything anymore, alright?

Ye Qingling’s soft words sounded enticingly in his ear. The places infected by the virus itched. Wu Zhi arched his back, firmly pressing himself against Ye Qingling. When Ye Qingling moved, he rubbed against him desperately, his ass moving in sync with Ye Qingling’s movements. The pain, the bleeding, the tearing, the ramming. The physical pain was exactly what he needed right now. He felt that only with this, that endless itch and burning sensation would subside some. Ye Qingling’s heat filled up Wu Zhi’s insides. Wu Zhi did not know how many times he climaxed, but he tightened his ass, practically shamelessly trapping Ye Qingling within himself.

Hah… Madness. He had gone mad, right? To be making love as he rotted.

Ye Qingling panted heavily on Wu Zhi’s body, forcefully burying that insatiable lust into the warmest, tightest area. They were like two fishes abandoned on land, madly and despairingly tangled together fiercely before death’s arrival.

Madness. It was true madness. Ye Qingling had gone mad. Wu Zhi had gone mad. Everything had gone mad—

This was a hopeless apocalypse. If they refuse to choose madness, they could only fall apart.

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