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At the summit of a mountain littered with countless corpses and bathed in shed blood, long after any sound or breath escaped the living; a lone body rose from the ground.
Dressed in white clothes stained in dried blood and ruined by continuous battle. With ink-black hair cascading down and following along its hunched figure, it stood in the center of the desolate battlefield.
No sound escaped its mouth as it slowly left its grave.
~
It's been a few years since Cheong Myeong had returned to Mount Hua. His and the five swords' recent mission to catch the impersonator yielded great results in the form of recovered martial arts techniques. But when they wandered around the Hundred Thousand Mountains, something else seemed to have lurked around.
Cheong Myeong reported to the sect leader and was about to head to the training cave to work on the secret technique when something caught his attention.
"Cheong Myeong-ah?"
The other disciples noticed his sudden vigilance and tensed as well. He only slowly drew his sword, looking in the direction of the quickly approaching presence, which scaled the mountain, heading straight at them. Cheong Myeong's face darkened when he could better recognize it. The dark feeling reminiscent of monsters he met in Yak Son's grave and the North Sea.
"Jiangshi …"
The five swords quickly turned their heads at his words, and soon, the swiftly moving enemy appeared on the horizon. They drew their swords in unison and took battle stances. Baek Cheon was about to shout something, but the jiangshi lunged right at them. Only a quick command left his mouth when it attacked with killing intent.
Clang!
A roaring sound echoed as Cheong Myeong's sword clashed with the jiangshi's claw.
"Ugh …!"
A pained groan escaped his mouth at the force of the attack. He gritted his teeth and clenched his sword tighter, pushing its arm back, trying to offset its direction.
Pang!
Its claw tore through the ground and an eerie noise resounded as it was dragged farther along. Its lowered form was alike that of a predator. Cheong Myeong was about to rush at it again, when the jiangshi turned around first, revealing its face from behind the messy black hair.
"Wha …"
It was him.
No, rather, it was his former face. It was the corpse of his previous life. Cheong Myeong was distraught. It was a jiangshi made from his body. But he didn't have any time for shock as it suddenly disappeared. Thrown out of his thoughts, he quickly raised his sword to block the incoming attack.
"…!"
"Cheong Myeong-ah!"
The five swords rushed to his aid, aiming their swords at the back of the jiangshi. As they were about to attack, the jiangshi lowered its posture. Leaninh closer to Cheong Myeong, it firmly held down his sword with its claw. The jiangshi then spun around, pushing Cheong Myeong and the five swords away.
"… Ack!"
"Ugh …"
It moved for Cheong Myeong again.
"This damned …!"
He gritted his teeth. More blows were exchanged between the two of them. Heavy wind and piercing sounds emanated from each clash, showing just how much strength the jiangshi held. It was getting harder to block the blows. Cheong Myeong cursed at the power that the corpse retained a century after it died.
"Fucking corpse!"
Cheong Myeong pushed the jiangshi away and jumped to distance himself farther. But it didn't take long for it to recover from the blow and leap after him. It attacked in a frenzy, blindly charging after Cheong Myeong and baring its claw. Its movements were rough but still retained habits, that Cheong Myeong formed on the endless battlefield. The more time passed, the better its movements became; as if that stiff body was warming up from the exchange.
Clang!
The jiangshi pressed harder on Cheong Myeong's blade, halting his movement with its overwhelming strength.
"This …!"
It opened its jaw, trying to bite his neck.
"Just!"
He blocked the bite with his arm, pushing it deep inside its mouth.
"Stay!"
Pushing his own weight against it, Cheong Myeong kicked at jiangshi's knees.
"Down!"
Thrown off balance, it fell to the ground together with him.
Slam!
"Phew … Will you?"
He sat on its torso, legs trapping the jiangshi beneath him, leaning down above with his arm still locking its jaw. He was panting and vigilantly watching out for any attack, pushing jiangshi's claw deeper into the ground with his sword.
Cheong Myeong glared at the corpse but soon noticed that it didn't move. Confused, he tried pulling his arm out of its mouth.
"Cheong Myeong-ah!"
The five swords ran to his side but slowed down, seeing that neither he nor the jiangshi moved. He slowly turned to them, a weird expression painted on his face.
He then glanced back to the corpse with a grimace. Pale face looked at him with no emotion or any life present in its eyes. Messy hair clung to the corners of its mouth, blood painting its nude lips bright red. He checked his own arm. Deep teeth marks made their way to the still-sipping dark blood, which stained his clothes and slowly gathered together before dripping onto the jiangshi's robes.
… It drank the blood?
"Is it dead?"
"It was already dead, Geol-ah."
"Ah, why bother about that? So, is it defeated?"
They looked at Cheong Myeong in question, waiting for an answer or any other confirmation. He didn't turn to them and soon stood up and sheathed his sword. The five swords sighed in relief and tried to move closer but saw Cheong Myeong still focused on the jiangshi.
"Stand."
As soon as the command left his lips, the jiangshi obediently moved up from the ground. The disciples quickly turned to their blades, but Cheong Myeong's cold voice pierced their ears.
"It's fine."
He had his back turned but his mood was clear.
"Kneel."
It promptly obeyed, getting down onto one knee. Cheong Myeong walked closer and grabbed its chin in a firm hold. He looked over its face; his own face. It was barely any different than he'd seen in his past reflections. No rot or decay ruined its image, and the pale colour it bore seemed to emphasize its scarce soft features.
Even as a corpse, it was still handsome. Cheong Myeong's eyes turned dark, he clicked his tongue with disgust. How vile.
~
The light coming into the cave painted the two figures sitting within in its curling and rising shadows. They danced around their faces; turning Cheong Myeong's face darker and making the jiangshi look even more eerie.
The corpse seemed to have come to Mount Hua after Cheong Myeong. The body was still his, and it sensed it as well. The blood that it ate and the essence that it received brought it closer to its former soul. He realized that, after feeding, it seemed to calm down. Even if decades had passed, it was still strong, so he resigned himself to keeping it because of its prowess and his ability to control it.
It needed to be fed regularly, with either blood or saliva holding internal energy, but he found it bothersome. Not only did he need to give it frequently, and a lot of it, but the bite marks faded slower than other wounds. And so, he decided to find a more viable solution.
He stood from his seat and walked towards the jiangshi, looking over its figure. It was dressed in new clothes. Black robes covered and contrasted its pale skin. Sole empty sleeve draped along the side. Messy hair was left flowing down, long fringe hiding its face.
Cheong Myeong grabbed its chin and lifted its head to face his. Hollow eyes looked at him from behind its dark locks, completely empty and devoid of life; the only thing left was the fierce hatred burned deep within.
He brushed his thumb over its dry lips revealing sharp fangs that grew more prominent upon the corpse turning into a blood jiangshi. He squeezed its jaw harder, ordering it to open its mouth.
He kissed it delicately at first but soon swept his tongue over the corpse's own, making saliva flow down its chin. Being fed with internal energy made it more active in mimicking Cheong Myeong's movements. Opening his eyes slightly, he looked at the jiangshi after noticing it reciprocate the kiss; he leaned into it more, tilting his head to the side. Smacking and licking sounds echoed in the quiet dark cave.
It lasted long, way too long for Cheong Myeong's liking.
He tried to break away, but the jiangshi's hand was behind his neck, holding him in place. His breaths became shallower and quicker, warm pants hit the jiangshi's face but it didn't budge and continued the exchange.
"Ngh …"
Quiet moans escaped from Cheong Myeong as he gasped for air. He was clutching onto its black robes, trying to push it away. His mind was starting to get hazy. Not only was the kiss unfairly good, but the jiangshi didn't stop for even a moment. He had forgotten that it only followed him because he fed it. Given the opportunity, it would do its best to get more of his internal energy.
He could tell it to stop when it drank his blood, but now he couldn't speak.
Slowly sinking down, he fell onto the jiangshi's lap. He barely kept himself up, only held by the jiangshi's arm. It gripped him tightly and didn't budge even as Cheong Myeong struggled to get away. It invaded his mouth forcefully. Cheong Myeong flinched and tugged at its robes harder under the pressure when it suddenly bit his tongue.
"…!"
Using his internal energy to pull himself away, he scrambled backwards almost falling down.
"Hah, hah, hah … Hah …"
He wiped his mouth, smearing the blood onto his cheek.
"Phew …"
Kissing was no good.
He stood up slowly, holding onto his shaking knees. He glared jiangshi's way; it was motionless, seated as before. Only the slightly crumpled clothes and a smear of blood evidence of their exchange.
"Tsk."
Cheong Myeong straightened up, stretching his hands behind his back.
Feeding the jiangshi with blood was bothersome, and kissing was too dangerous … So how else could he feed it? He stared at it intensely. Having it absorb his internal energy through these methods was very troublesome, and it wasn't really viable to simply transfer it over. The jiangshi was closer to a beast, rather than a warrior, so how could it contain energy given in such a way?
"Ugh …"
He rubbed his temples at the misery of his situation.
Walking closer, he stared at it coldly from above. It looked at him in turn, as if waiting for what he'd order it to do next. Cheong Myeong only clicked his tongue and untied the jiangshi's robes. He removed the belt holding the coat together, which revealed its pale chest. He looked over its skin, tracing along where its wound had been. He made sure to have the jiangshi look presentable, filling the gaping hole in its stomach and stitching it shut. Other scars were also taken care of, so as not to have any more skin ripped off the corpse.
Even if it was a jiangshi, it was also his own body. He couldn't have it look as if it were to fall apart at any moment.
"Ugh."
Why did it have to be so fucking cold …?
He took his hand away and ordered it to prop itself on its knees. He undressed it further, involuntarily grimacing as more clothes fell.
"…"
It… Why did it feel so fucking weird? He needed to do it if he wanted to dual cultivate, but seeing himself like that … Seeing his own body presented to him in such a way was really unpleasant.
He furrowed his brows tighter and touched along the entrance, internally complaining at how annoying it was. He inserted his saliva-covered fingers and worked to stretch it. Sliding down farther, he spread his fingers inside, moving around and feeling how it was.
It was very fucking stiff. Of course, it would be; it was a corpse. But it just needed to slide in easily enough. It wasn't a person, so he didn't need to worry and only focus on himself. He gritted his teeth and readied himself at the entrance. When he pushed inside and winced at the coldness that surrounded him. He tried thinking of anything else but the corpse beneath him.
Slap, slap, slap.
"…"
Slap, slap.
"…"
Slap.
"…"
Grit.
"Argh!"
His dick would freeze over before he feel anything! He pulled away, holding his fists tight and ruffling his hair. Looking at the jiangshi again made him even more frustrated. It stayed still and was hard as a rock, so he found it very unpleasant. What possessed him to think of doing it with a corpse?
"Bleeding's better! Even kissing is fine! Doing it with such a stiff and cold thing …! Fucking turn-off!"
He was about to pull his pants up when the jiangshi grabbed his arm.
"… Huh?"
Cheong Myeong looked back at it, but the grip tightened. Its reddened nails dug into his skin.
"The hell are you …!"
Then he was suddenly pushed to the ground. He tried to resist, flipping around, but still ended up being shoved down, pinned with one knee under his stomach and the other leg trapped under jiangshi's weight. It pressed on his back with its hand, making him unable to turn around or move away.
"What are …!"
He flinched, feeling the jiangshi shift closer and a certain thing brush against his back. Breath hitched in his throat as he realized what the jiangshi was trying to do.
It sensed that it could get energy that way.
"… Are you angry you weren't fed?"
And because he didn't finish; it wanted to do it the other way around …?
He tried lifting himself from the ground but was pushed down even harder. He groaned in pain and glanced behind his back, only to see the jiangshi looming even lower and prepping itself for him.
"…"
Sweat rolled down his face as he watched it lean closer. A cold sensation made itself present from him moving around.
"Wait, stop!"
But it didn't listen to him and tried pushing against his entrance. His face paled, and he struggled even more, but the jiangshi increased its force instead. It pushed its hips forward, making its penis slide onto Cheong Myeong's back.
"…!"
It really didn't seem to be stopping! He was panicking even more as the jiangshi was trying to penetrate him again.
"Stop, ah, wait …! Stop!"
He could feel it align itself properly and place itself right at his entrance.
"This …!"
When it started pushing again, he sensed that it would get in, so he protested even harder. He knew that he couldn't get it to stop, as it wasn't listening, but he wouldn't do it like that.
"Okay, okay, wait! Stop! I'll do it, okay? So stop and wait …! Wait a moment!"
Maybe because his voice was so desperate, or maybe because he agreed, the jiangshi backed away. It kneeled down, removing its hand from Cheong Myeong's back. He sighed in relief before sitting back up. He glanced at it reluctantly; it wasn't moving but was ready to pin him down if he tried to get away.
What did he get myself into …? But he already agreed and wouldn't be let off. He groaned and removed the rest of his clothing. Having the jiangshi watch his every move was very upsetting. He started stretching himself to be able to accommodate the jiangshi, grimacing at the size his previous body had, cursing, that he had to bear it. He didn't even use it! What was it so big for! But he got to "enjoy it" after his death; how ridiculous was it!
He worked on himself until he thought it was loose enough. His dick was erect, he explained to himself inwardly that it was a normal reaction, and that he wouldn't have reacted like that under normal circumstances.
He got on his knees like the jiangshi did before, red flushed his face and ears when he thought about how indecent he must have looked. He shivered when the jiangshi placed its cold hand on his back, slightly scratching his skin with its long nails. He bit his lip, anxiously waiting for it to move. It propped itself against his entrance, seemingly already familiar with the process. It pushed stiffly, only concerned with getting in.
"Slowly."
It softened its movements, making Cheong Myeong exhale and relax more.
He squeezed his eyes, feeling as it slowly made its way inside, stretching and filling him thoroughly. He shifted away, uncomfortable at the unpleasant sensation and the coldness, that was inside him. The jiangshi only pushed in farther and wrapped its arm around Cheong Myeong's waist to keep him close. He groaned in pain as the jiangshi was still slowly moving deeper, pulling him to its hips.
"Ugh …!"
He lowered his head as the jiangshi fully connected their lower parts, pressing against Cheong Myeong's bottom. He whimpered at how big and hard it was, filling him until he found it difficult to breathe. It hurt.
It then started slowly pulling out, as carefully as it did before. He gritted his teeth, sucking in long and deep breaths. It moved slowly and rhythmically, pulling out and pushing to the base, sliding in easier with each thrust. Cheong Myeong shifted around with its every move, feeling more uncomfortable the longer it went on. He was groaning and breathing heavily, keeping his head down, his eyes squeezed shut. Each time he was filled, it rubbed against the same places, the cold sensation made his insides burn.
"Ah …"
He moaned, feeling the jiangshi press harder against a certain spot when he shifted in place. The jiangshi also seemed to notice where it was supposed to move as Cheong Myeong relaxed more. It pushed in precisely, hitting against the same spot. Cheong Myeong whimpered and sank lower, making the jiangshi grip him harder. It continued its movements despite Cheong Myeong sliding down, earning louder moans from his mouth.
"Um … Ah, ah, ngh …"
His mind was going hazy, he was stretched and fucked very slowly, each thrust rubbing against his walls. The coldness was still there, and the firmness made it more intense. He couldn't breathe properly, constantly having the jiangshi push its whole length inside. He gasped for air in between his moans, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes.
"Ah …!"
He shifted slightly, which made the jiangshi hold him tighter and push itself deeper. His mouth was wide open, saliva flowing down to his chin, tears and sweat dripped from his face. He could only moan as any words slurred on his tongue and wouldn't come out clearly.
"Ah, um, fa … Ah, faster …"
When he finally got the order out, the jiangshi sped up. He moaned louder, gasping for air, scratching at the robes he knelt on. It hurt to be stretched so widely; he could only whimper and suffer under the intensity. Pain numbed his senses and mixed together with pleasure. Each thrust burned with coldness, and the firmness and pressure made it hard to breathe.
He sobbed as the jiangshi pounded him fiercely, unchanging its rhythm and pushing him down to the floor from the force. He was barely held up by the arm still wrapped around his waist. It pressed against his own dick, which leaked clear liquid with every thrust he endured.
"Ah … Um, ah, mo … Move …"
Even if the words he uttered were crude and slurred in between his moans, the jiangshi seemed to understand his intent. It removed its arm, making Cheong Myeong slump to the ground. He laid down listlessly, shivering in pleasure.
The jiangshi placed its cold hand on Cheong Myeong's back. He groaned and shifted his legs, spreading himself more. His hips swayed lightly from the force, tears and drool pooled beneath his mouth as he couldn't keep it closed.
"Ah …! Um, ah …"
He could feel the jiangshi reaching even deeper inside him. He whimpered as he got closer.
"Ngh …"
The jiangshi moved unchanging, bringing him over the edge. Cheong Myeong trembled, held down under its hand. Liquid sprayed over his stomach as he came for the first time in years.
"Ah, ah, um …"
Softer moans left his mouth; his mind was hazy and filled with pleasure. He was still fucked, stimulated through his orgasm. Incoherent sounds left his mouth, broken by choked moans and gasps. The jiangshi didn't stop moving and tirelessly thrust into him, spreading him farther and quickly bringing him to the edge again. Cheong Myeong squeezed his fists, whimpering as he came for the second time. He sobbed, tears flowing down his face and blurring his vision fully.
"Slo … Ah, ah, slo … Slower…"
He gasped as the force suddenly changed, gradually pulling out and stimulating him further. He lifted his head slightly. The jiangshi was moving at a snail's pace, making the coldness burn at his insides more.
"Ah … Ah, no … No, no more …"
Weak sobs left his mouth as he spoke through tears. His moans were drawn out as the jiangshi rubbed against his insides. It pushed to the base again and again, connecting their lower parts. Cheong Myeong whined on the ground, clawing at the robes beneath.
"Sto … Ah …! Stop, stop …"
Any more … And he would die …
"Ah …!"
He gasped loudly as he felt the length finally leave his backside. He twitched weakly, slumping down, cloudy liquid stuck to his stomach and thighs.
"Hah, hah … Ah … Hah …"
He laid limp, sprawled out on the ground. Quick, shallow breaths left his mouth as he calmed himself from the peak. With a grunt, he turned to the side, freeing his legs from under his weight. He sighed in relief and weakly stretched his arms out, exhaustion quickly washed over him and he couldn't move his limbs anymore; they felt heavier than steel.
With barely half a mind left, he glanced at the jiangshi kneeling next to him.
"Ah, clean this up, will you?"
He snorted internaly; if it even could.