Each step taken by his wounded feet was a form of torture, delivering excruciating pain. Gritting his teeth against the agony, the man forced his legs to move. The man known as the mightiest general now seemed near death's door, his body riddled with wounds and pierced by numerous arrows. Yet among them, one arrow stood out—a large arrow adorned with green fletching.
He knew exactly who owned that arrow. It belonged to someone he never imagined would do this to him: the noble girl he had been assigned to protect. When the arrow pierced his leg, he knew it was poisoned.
Instantly, he was ambushed by enemies. He managed to kill and defeat them all.
But he had apparently misjudged the situation. Upon arriving at the noble estate, he found it utterly devastated. Strangely, however, the girl stood amidst the ruins of her home. A wide smile graced her face as she ran toward the general and embraced him as if something wonderful had just happened.
"Oh, my dear Il-Seong! Rejoice! Now there are no more obstacles between us…!" With burning blue eyes, Kang Yeo-Jin, the noble girl, grinned wildly like a starved wolf eyeing its prey.
Il-Seong refused to believe it, yet he began to understand his predicament. Suppressing the pain wracking his entire body, he asked her:
"My Lady, why… did you do all this?"
"Why?! You still ask why? That bitch sister of mine was to be betrothed to you! And you… you accepted! You belong to me! To me alone! No one can steal you away!"
The truth shocked the general. Had all this happened over a blind jealousy?
Seeing Il-Seong's horrified expression, Yeo-Jin merely sneered and laughed like a victor.
"*pffft* HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Yes… I killed them all. I conspired with those bandits to attack this place. Do you know how beautifully my dear sister cried while those bandits enjoyed her lewd body…? Ah,in the end they killed her tho~ Haha, foolish girl."
"My Lady…" Il-Seong forced a smile. He knew what he must do. It was too late—far too late to save the person he once saw as a younger sister, the woman he once viewed as pure sunshine.
"Enough, My Lady… Can you hold me? Please comfort me…"
"Ah! I knew this day would come! Now you understand, don't you? I'm the only woman worthy of you~"
Yeo-Jin embraced Il-Seong again, beaming with joy and flushed cheeks—before her expression twisted into wide-eyed shock.
"Il-Seong… my love… Ah… I see… My love still hasn't reached you, huh…?"
A dagger was buried in Yeo-Jin's chest—plunged there by Il-Seong himself.
"Forgive me, My Lady… No… Yeo-Jin… This… is entirely my fault."
"Ah… At last… you called… my name… I… love you…"
Yeo-Jin went limp, her eyes vacant and lifeless. As if the world acknowledged the tragedy, rain began to pour all over the noble estate.
Il-Seong could only sigh before uttering a single word:
"Log-Out."
Instantly, the world seemed to crumble piece by piece, everything devoured by darkness. Then, a young man awoke in his bed. He removed the virtual reality helmet he wore and grumbled:
"Damn it! That stupid and shitty noble girl! Still turned into a fucking yandere! I even introduced her to the hottest guy in the whole kingdom,for fuck sake! And she still chased after me! What a weirdo! Freak!"
After grumbling, Il-Seong sighed and picked up his phone lying on the study desk. He then searched for a contact named "Park Tae-Won" and started typing out some curses and frustrations about the game he'd tried.
'Hey Park Tae-Won!
What kind of trash game is this that you tried to make, huh?
All the characters are garbage! The villain acts like he's possessed by a devil!
What kind of stupidity possessed you to create this trash?
The romance is too forced! Doesn't make sense!
And why does that stupid bitch keep chasing my character!!!
I'm sick of Yandere characters like her!
You better fix this, or just don't make games if you're no good at it!
-- from the handsome Il-Seong'
After venting all his frustration, Il-Seong lay back down on his bed, staring at his bedroom ceiling. Remembering something, he hurried out of his room and went downstairs (recalling his room was on the second floor).
After descending, he saw a girl frying chicken in the kitchen. Her jet-black, shiny hair was tied in a ponytail. Her soft voice was humming the tune of a popular K-pop song at the time.
Her thick, sexy plump ass swayed left and right as she hummed happily. She seemed so carried away by the song's mood that she unconsciously swayed to the rhythm.
Feeling his dick started to errect, Il-Seong slowly approached the girl. He wrapped his arms around her warmly from behind and kissed her neck. Startled while cooking and listening to music, the girl turned around.
Despite the surprise, her expression softened as she said:
"You're so naughty! I told you not to touch me from behind while I'm cooking! You scared me!"
Il-Seong just smiled playfully, then stole a kiss on her lips. She kissed him back passionately. Soon their tongues were dancing and clashing, but before a minute passed, the girl pulled back and freed herself from Il-Seong.
"Alright, that's enough. I'm cooking. Sit down and wait until I finish, then we can have dinner."
"Okay, okay, sorry sweetheart. Seeing your sexy body like this made me want to undress you right away."
"Pervert!"
Seeing the girl focus back on cooking, Il-Seong no longer wanted to disturb her. He obediently sat down on the living room sofa and watched TV. That girl's name was Na-Rae, a college student. Back when Il-Seong's parents died in an accident, his neighbor, Na-Rae, volunteered to take care of him. After many things happened, they eventually started a relationship as a couple.
Their relationship was deeply intimate, yet there was something Il-Seong had hidden from Na-Rae—something he'd never told anyone. It was the presence of a being only he could see: Decimilia, a figure who claimed to be the queen of the succubi. She had appeared before Il-Seong long ago, precisely one month after his parents' death.
A sacred pact had been formed as an oath between the two of them—a promise Il-Seong knew he would have to explain to Na-Rae someday, but not now.
As Il-Seong's thoughts drifted, the figure of a girl appeared, dressed in something almost like lingerie, with long, glossy white hair and glowing red eyes. She then crouched in front of Il-Seong and unzipped his pants. This made Il-Seong jump in alarm, and he protested in a sharp whisper:
"Oi, Deci—what the hell are you doing?!"
Ignoring Il-Seong, Decimilia continued what she was doing. After unzipping Il-Seong's pants, she pulled out his already erect shaft.
"Ah, what are you afraid of, young master? Only you can see me… so isn't it fine?"
"Oi, Na-Rae is right here, so—"
Before Il-Seong could finish speaking, Decimilia began stroking his shaft. She then stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. The sensation made Il-Seong shudder with pleasure, and he fell silent.
With a devilish smile, Decimilia took his shaft into her mouth. Inside, her tongue expertly licked his hot, length. Her skill was so intense that Il-Seong couldn't hold back his urge to climax.
He gripped her hair and thrust himself deep into her mouth, hard and fast. Moments later, he ejaculated inside her mouth, and Decimilia swallowed his cum.
Her face flushed erotically, looking utterly tempting after swallowing his seed.
"Let me clean you up~"
"Do whatever you want. Just- hurry before Na-Rae notices."
Decimilia licked away the remaining saliva and cum from his penis before zipping his pants back up. With lust-filled eyes, she whispered in Il-Seong's ear—
"Thanks for the meal… young master~~ hehe."
Il-Seong could only grumble—this was the nature of their bond. He needed Decimilia, and she needed him, even if sexual act was part of it. Hearing his sudden grunt, Na-Rae turned and called out:
"Honey? What's wrong? Why'd you grunt?"
Flustered, Il-Seong quickly blamed the TV:
"Ah, it's nothing! See that businessman? His attitude is so annoying—pisses me off, haha!"
Though slightly suspicious, Na-Rae shrugged it off:
"Alright then, go wash up. Dinner's ready! I fried your favorite chicken, plus our spicy sweet-and-sour chili sauce!"
"Woah, just the smell makes my mouth water! Na-Rae, you're the best cook I've ever known!"
Hearing Il-Seong's praise, Na-Rae blushed shyly and made a proposal that thrilled him:
"Oh, you… always know how to flatter me. Fine then, after dinner… how about we… have some fun in the bedroom? I bought new lingerie you'll like… kitty lingerie~~ hehe."
With this, Il-Seong's excitement reignited. Instantly, he wanted to devour all of Na-Rae's fried chicken as quickly as possible.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's dig in right now! Besides, I'm absolutely starving!"
Watching Il-Seong's excited, Na-Rae could only smile faintly and shake her head before joining him to enjoy her homemade fried chicken.