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ఌ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

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warnings › bottom trans male reader. Slight horror/gore elements. Body switching. Death, lots of death. Blood drinking and blood bathing. Use of pussy, clit, and hole used interchangeably. Mentions of top surgery scars.

plot › A town isolated from the rest are forced to honor a ritual every reincarnation, a mishap leads to it not being fulfilled. The town soon suffers the consequences for fifty years until a person suddenly moves in, saying he knows the solution. You need to surrender yourself to him; mind, body, and soul.

kinks › blood, public ritual sex, dubcon, oral sex, creampie

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At the age of sixty-five, you’ve suffered more than what normal people would consider impossible.

At the age of fifteen, your friend was murdered and the killer was never found. Soon after your small town began to suffer freak accidents each year.

At twenty-seven, after marrying a woman, she soon died in childbirth to your daughter.

At forty-five, your daughter mysteriously gives birth to a baby girl, stating she had no idea who the father was. That same night, she disappeared into the forest without a trace.

That same granddaughter soon became your grandson. You didn’t understand it at first but you were honestly just happy that at least one family member hasn’t left you tragically.

You babied him, everyone in town knew. Treating him as if he was ten and not a twenty year old man.

He was your only family at this point beside your mother and father. Though you never talked to them much, not after your brother was stabbed through the heart by his own wife on New Year’s Eve at the ripe age of twenty.

They seemed to blame you for some reason. You were right beside the wife when she pulled out the knife. Maybe if you had pushed her, grabbed her hand, even said something so you brother would notice.

No matter. The Shen family felt like a curse.

In a sick sense, you were happy the town seemed to suffer from a similar fate.

Every year, without fail, someone would die a horrible, horrible death.

And somehow, it would always happen in front of a group of people.

Didn’t matter how old you were.

Last year, the victim was a fifteen year boy. From what you heard, he was standing on the balcony of his house and the flooring just… collapsed.

Wood, metal, and glass pierced his body. You hoped for his sake that his death was quick.

You wondered who would it be this year, it was December and no one had died yet. Would—

“Grandpa.”

You glanced up from your tea to see your grandson standing in the doorway, his face expressionless.

“Jianwei?” You whispered, patting your chest as you coughed a bit. “Did something happen?”

Jianwei blinked. “Your mother.”

Oh.

The sight was gnarly. Her head was completely severed from her body. It looked to be an animal attack. Slashes all over her body. A shoe was found a couple of feet away from her. Her left arm bent unnaturally.

At least her death didn’t happen in front of you. You pitied the unlucky few who had to watch.

Whoever cursed your town had a twisted sense of humor.

Her funeral was held the next day, no fanfare. Your father didn’t even spare you a glance. He was coughing violently throughout—wrinkles covered his face and his thin white hair struggling to stay attached to his head.

A couple of strands fell down into his lap as he was hunched over near her urn. The townspeople gave their condolences. Only a few even paying you any attention.

“Grandpa,” Jianwei patted your back, a slight frown on his lips. “We should head back now. It’s getting dark.”

“Ah,” you straighten your back as much as possible. A slight pop could be heard. “Yes.. father, I should help him—”

“No need.” Jianwei shook his head. “He’ll refuse it anyway.”

You didn’t argue, knowing he was right. Seeing no sense on proving him right, you simply nodded and followed Jianwei back home.

Back at home as you got ready for bed, Jianwei stood by your bedroom door. You glanced over at him and gave him a slight smile.

“Grandpa,” he started, his voice low, “what if the talk about those lovers are true? Maybe the murder of that boy really cursed the town?”

“The boy? You mean Wu Bi?”

“No, not Wu Bi. I’m talking about the one fifty years ago. Xu Hei, after his death, isn’t that when there is a freak accident that kills someone each year?”

You frowned, remembering Xu Hei, your friend. “Maybe. But if, the lovers that reincarnate every few years, and one was killed prematurely, it can never be fixed, yes?”

“You were alive longer than me,” Jianwei said. “The only people who can remember anything about a ritual or the lovers are either dead or too old to remember anything clearly. I’ve been trying to look them up at the library but all of the writings have been burned or locked away.”

“Perhaps for good reason.”

“Grandpa.”

“Really, Jianwei, don’t believe what they’re telling you. That whole ritual nonsense of the past wasn’t real. Someone would’ve spoken about it already.”

“Unless they did it on purpose.”

“Huh?”

“Unless they killed one of the lovers on purpose so they don’t have to do the ritual anymore.”

You sighed and sat down on your bed, your body aching. Being old wasn’t easy. “Jianwei, stop reading about those silly stories. There’s no ritual.”

Jianwei stared at you before humming. “Okay. Good night.” He walked away without you being able to respond.

That kid…

It was a New Year, meaning everyone was now tense as they moved about the town.

Jianwei was acting differently—still learning about that ritual nonsense. You didn’t understand but didn’t attempt to try to stop him. So long as he didn’t stop his work, who cared about what he did in his free time.

What was more important was your body. You felt as if you were deteriorating so quickly for a sixty-five year old. Even your father could still move faster than you.

You feared you might be the victim this year. However death wasn’t what scared you—it was leaving Jianwei all alone. He’d essentially be the only Shen left in this godforsaken town.

Days passed as you debated telling Jianwei to leave for Taipei. No one really knew what happened to those brave enough to leave the town. It’s why you haven’t left. But maybe it’d keep Jianwei safe.

It wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Did you hear? Someone moved here.”

“Are they insane? How old are they?”

“They looked no more than twenty.”

You glanced back at your basket of fruits, overhearing the two older women gossiping. Someone moved into the town? Who would be foolish enough to possibly trap themselves here?

Someone Jianwei’s age at that.

The thought was confusing as you finally made it home, groaning at your weaken knees. You placed the basket on the ground as you slowly moved to the living room. There, Jianwei was standing with his back to you.

“Ah, Jianwei,” you muttered, rubbing at your eyes. Even your damn eyesight has gotten worse. “I thought you’d be at the library until dinner. What—”

You froze, noting the other man in the room.

The man was holding a butcher knife. Your body froze, the similar feeling of dread as you watched your sister-in-law pull out a knife on your brother. You felt twenty all over again.

A weak twenty year old man just watching as the killer brandish the knife. Jianwei glanced back at you, his face expressionless as he paid no attention to the man in front of him.

“J—Jianwei..” you managed to stutter out.

“Grandpa.” Jianwei smiled slightly. “It’s okay, I’ve known this was my fate since I was born. Just let it happen.”

“What are—?! Stay away from my grandson!” You yelled out, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. The need to protect your only blood powered your old and weary bones as you managed to rush forward to the killer and Jianwei.

“Grandpa��!”

There was pain in your heart.

You glanced down and saw the blade right in your chest, piercing your heart. A strangled gasp left your throat as blood began to coat your white shirt. Blood dripped from your lips. Your eyes shifted over to Jianwei to see a look of fear on his face.

“You didn’t say you’d hurt him!” Jianwei said.

The killer only hummed, reaching forward and gently caressing your face. “Trust me, it hurts me more than it’ll ever hurt you, Shen Jianwei. Besides, his body needs to die for it to work.” The killer stepped forward as the sunlight finally highlighted his face.

Even after all these years, you recognized that face. It was a little older. But it was him.

“Xu.. Hei..?” You grunted out, coughing more blood that ended up coating his face.

The killer wearing Xu Hei’s face grinned, “even after all these years, you remember this face? It really was your favorite.” He wiped away a stray tear from your face. “Shh, it’ll only take a minute. It’s better than seeing Jianwei die.”

A sharp gasp left you as he pulled out the knife, releasing your body. You collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around you. Your eyesight was dizzy and your hearing was muffled.

You expected a scuffle. For Jianwei to put up some type of fight. But only the sound of a thud filled the room. Jianwei’s lifeless eyes staring right at you.

As you took your last breath, tears pooled your eyes. Jianwei’s eyes had never looked so lifeless before. You had always thought you wanted him to be the last person you saw before you died…

But never like this.

Life was unfair to you since the age of fifteen…

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

我是你的。你是我的徐海源，你喜歡我嗎？

當然。我喜歡你永遠是你的你永遠不能離開我呀。

People had always said Jianwei looked like a carbon copy of you as a teenager. Even more so after he transitioned. It was like a blast from the past was something older folks would say.

You had never seen it until you pulled up old photos you had one day. He was just a carbon copy. Genetics were so strong.

When you had pulled out those photos, you came across ones with you and Xu Hei. He was always a handsome boy back then. A sharp mono-lid eyes and strong eyebrows. Staring contests with him would never result in someone other than him winning.

You often compared him to a black cat.

There was this look he would always give you whenever he came over your house. You’d be sitting across each other on your bed, doing homework. When you’d suddenly glance up and see him staring at you.

His lips would quirk into a smirk—as if he was just waiting for you to catch him. You would always feel your face heat up and quickly kick at him to focus on his work.

Then one night your father caught you two too close. He had yelled at you and kicked Xu Hei out.

That was the last time you saw Xu Hei alive.

The next time, you were cradling his bleeding corpse as you wailed out for him to wake up. It was a crime of hatred. Whoever had killed Xu Hei made sure the process was excruciating and painful.

Those sharp eyes were slashed multiple times. Pieces of his flesh carved out. Stabs all over his body. They made sure Xu Hei had no chance of surviving.

Even as you got married and moved on, Xu Hei’s body would haunt you as you tried to sleep. He had etched himself into your heart and it was the most painful thing you’ve experienced.

So you knew…

That the man staring down at you couldn’t be Xu Hei.

But he looked exactly like him.

You let out a heavy gasp, suddenly realizing that you could breathe. You could swallow your spit. You could look around. Your fingers could flex around. Your hands gripped at your chest as you coughed heavily.

You were alive?

The past body aching wasn’t there anymore. But that was the last of your worries—you should’ve bled to death. No human survives a stab to the heart.

“(Name), shh,” the fake Xu Hei whispered, his hand gently brushing against your cheek. “It’ll feel weird at first… but it’s normal. You’ll get used it.”

“You… You’re not Xu Hei.” You whispered out, moving to sit up.

“Mhm, I’m not. I’m Xu Haiyuan.”

Your body froze, your eyes staring up at him. Haiyuan grinned as his thumb gently pressed against your lips.

“Does that name ring a bell?”

𝙄’𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙓𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙖𝙣, 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚?

𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

Those words once whispered by you and him, but you can’t remember when. It felt as if you had said those words to him ages ago. Forever promising your soul, mind, and body to him centuries ago. A promise to him from your soul.

But that didn’t seem possible.

Jianwei’s past words about the whole ritual nonsense rushed back to you. Was he right? But then… that would mean you were one of the reincarnated lovers.

Would that… explain why your love never worked? You were never supposed to be anyone else’s but Xu Haiyuan’s.

You shook your head, pushing Haiyuan’s hand away. “Where’s Jianwei?” If you managed to survive, maybe, hopefully, he could be awake.

Haiyuan didn’t give you the satisfaction, however, as he quickly explained. “He’s dead. He gave up his soul for the ritual. He wasn’t supposed to have been born anyway.” He walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a glass of water as he held it up to your lips. “Here, drink, Baobei.”

“Baobei..?” You whispered, shocked at the fact this.. thing man or whatever had the audacity to call you baby after saying your grandson wasn’t supposed to be born. “You—explain what the hell is going on! You kill my only family and expect me to accept your roleplaying of being a happy couple?” You harshly slap his hand away, the glass shattering to the ground.

Haiyuan stared down at the glass before glancing up at you. He leaned in close as you froze, remembering how he had killed you with ease moments ago. His eyes softened at your terror as he pulled away slightly and sighed.

“You weren’t supposed to marry Li You, which is why she died in childbirth. Then, your daughter, Shen Yue, reproduced asexually to create a new body for you, unfortunately the body came out as a girl at first—but nothing that couldn’t have been fixed.”

You blinked. “Just what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Shen (Name). You can’t have children with anyone else. What Li You birthed… wasn’t a human.” Haiyuan sat down on the bed, watching your expression. “You’re destined to be with me—any deviation leads to dire consequences. Like Li You’s death. I’m sure you remember how it looked as if Li You wasn’t even pregnant those nine months, because she wasn’t growing a human baby.”

She was growing a copy. Though the copy was unsuccessful at first. So Shen Yue had to create another copy that was Jianwei—his body was exactly as yours, except being born female. You don’t believe genetics could make someone look exactly as you, did you? My Baobei is smarter than that.”

You glared at him. “Whatever nonsense you’re spewing—I don’t care. I just want to understand what are you.”

“I’m your lover. The reincarnation was strained when I was murdered as Xu Hei, the town didn’t get to do their ritual. Unfortunately since this was the first time this has happened, it took me awhile to properly reincarnate to join you.. so you unfortunately aged.” His hand slowly reached out and cupped your cheek, rubbing the smooth skin.

When has your skin been so smooth?

“I simply fixed it so we’re similar ages again. Your older body was dying out because it wasn’t supposed to reach that age and the fact you were spreading your soul into Shen Yue and Jianwei for them to even be created.”

“So.. what..? Shen Yue and Jianwei was just created from myself? No one else?” You whispered, still trying to understand what this truly meant. Did that mean… Jianwei wasn’t a real person..? He was just.. you? But..

Haiyuan hummed. “Jianwei had a bit of his own personality. Shen Yue, she had no personality as she was the first ever copy you created—by accident no less. It’s why she came out as female as well, you just kept thinking that you wanted a daughter.”

You flinched, eyes widening. How did he know that? When Li You was pregnant, you prayed every night hoping for a daughter. This new information made you sick.

So all this time, all of your crying and sadness was towards.. copies of your soul? Then you only truly lost Li You. You caused her death because you were never supposed to be with her. The thought made you sick.

“Baobei, it’s okay, you still thought of them as real people, and that’s okay.” Haiyuan said, gripping your hands together. You flinched and tried to pull away but his grip was strong.

“Let..” Your voice trailed off as you stared at your hands.

They weren’t wrinkly.

You gasped, finally taking notice that your voice was higher pitched than the low pitched that came from your old age. You could even yell without hurting your vocal cords.

Haiyuan grinned, “finally noticed? Come, take a look.” He easily tugged you to stand up. You tried to fight back as he dragged you to the attached bathroom in the bedroom. He flicked on the lights as your stared straight ahead, eyes slowly widening as you took yourself in.

You were… twenty again.

“How…?”

“Jianwei gave you his body. Well, it’s technically yours.” Haiyuan smiled slightly, gazing at you through the mirror with a slight hunger. “He knew from the start who and what he was. He’s known about me longer than you have.”

You glanced over at Haiyuan and glared at him, “you coerced him into doing this!” You yelled, managing to free your hands as you gripped Haiyuan’s shirt.

“If that’s what you believe.” Haiyuan hummed. “It’s okay, I know it’ll take you awhile to understand. But right now, what matters, is that we can finally complete the ritual.”

“Ritual..?”

“Yes. Your little town believed that by killing me they wouldn’t have to complete the ritual anymore so I cursed them to suffer painful deaths each year. I would’ve done more than one person each year but then the population would’ve died out in two years.” He said nonchalantly, his hands gripping yours and easily prying them to release his shirt.

“What does this ritual even entail?!”

“They have to sacrifice five people to us and then we’d die together peacefully, giving the town a good life for fifty years until we reincarnated again.”

You blinked. “So.. it’s like… praying to a god for a good harvest..?”

“That’s how it started, yes. It’s a long story, really, you were always the one that would forget whenever we got reincarnated. I still remember telling you over and over again.” Haiyuan chuckled, bringing your hands to his lips as he kissed your knuckles. There was a fondness in his gaze that you couldn’t understand.

It didn’t look fake.

Your ears began ringing as a sight filled your thoughts. Haiyuan had long hair and was kissing your knuckles again, he was dressed in traditional clothing.

就不要掙扎啊大不了一起崩塌

“Don’t resist,” Haiyuan suddenly said, catching your attention. “Let’s—”

“—Collapse together anyway.” You finished, staring up at him.

Haiyuan blinked as a wide grin pulled on his lips. “You do remember.” He pulled away slightly and stared down at you. “(Name), I understand you’re confused and that you don’t understand, but can you trust me… You know Xu Haiyuan, you know me.”

You frowned. You should feel angry, possibly upset. Confused at how you’re still alive. But you have this feeling of love towards Xu Haiyuan. Xu Hei… you know him, or at least, your body and soul seems to know him well enough to keep calm despite your mind rushing a mile a minute.

It seemed your mind just needed to catch up.

“It’s true..?” You whispered, slowly moving your hands to actually entwine them with his. “Then, Shen Yue and Jianwei, are they—?”

“They’re apart of you,” he squeezed your hands. “No matter the truth, if you truly cared for them as if they were their own people.. then so be it.” He said, you could almost tell that he was simply saying this to placate you.

It was understandable. He was essentially telling you the past fifty years was a lie. That you were at fault for Li You’s death. And if you wished to be cruel to yourself, everyone else’s death was your fault.

But why did the town not want to go through with the ritual? Surely five people dying is better than the fifty years spent waiting for your untimely painful demise.

Haiyuan tilted his head, leaning down as he kissed your forehead. “Shh, let’s enjoy our first night together. The ritual will happen in a month.”

“Why wait so long?” You whispered, unable to push him away as he trailed kisses down your face, inching towards your lips. “Don’t you want to save them..? They’ve suffered long enough, I’m sure they won’t do it again.”

“You really care for them.” He simply said. “But it’s a month because it needs to happen the first night of spring. That was when we first became one.” His lips pressed right at the corner of yours, his tongue teasing your skin before he pulled away.

You hummed. “Okay… Okay, I understand…” A stuttered sigh left you as his hands trailed down your body, gripping your waist.

Haiyuan pulled you close, your chest pushed against his as he stared down at you. He pressed another kiss on your forehead. “Good. Since it’s our first night, I’ll focus on you.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t say anything else as he guided you back to the bedroom, gently pushing you to lay down. You didn’t fight back, staring up at him with wide eyes. Why weren’t you putting up more of a fight?

His hands gripped at your pants—your body twitching at the touch. He didn’t wait a second as he pulled them off in one fluid motion. You shrieked, shocked at his actions but also at how your voice sounded so high-pitched just now.

“Xu He—Haiyuan,” you muttered, subconsciously closing your thighs together to give yourself some modesty. “This is.. really fast, shouldn’t we get to know each a bit more… I’ve only—”

A loud gasp left your throat as his fingers grazed your crotch. You don’t ever remember being that sensitive. You opened your legs wide and sat up to see just what he was touching.

When you caught sight of..

A vagina?

“Where’s—?”

“You didn’t know Jianwei didn’t have a penis?”

“But—when he.. went up to Taipei?! I thought he got the surgery..” You whispered, suddenly realizing you never asked Jianwei anything about his surgery. You were old and didn’t understand it at that point, so long as he was safe you didn’t care.

“I don’t think they’re that advanced yet,” Haiyuan simply said, his thumb grazing your clit. You shivered, reaching down to grab his hand.

“Is it.. supposed to be this sensitive?”

“Maybe. The last time I had one was.. ah, over 1200 years ago.” He hummed, nodding to himself as he tried to remember.

“You had one..? Wait, I don’t—”

“We don’t always reincarnate as men. I was once a woman and you a man. But then we were once also both women. Though there were more times of you being a woman and I a man. However, we’re mostly men.”

“Is.. being born a man our original form?”

“Yes.” He gently pushed your hand away and rubbed your outer lips together. His gaze was focused on your cunt, as if he was studying it. Maybe it had been awhile since he had touched one.

“Ngh,” your hips twitch at his slow touch, you almost felt like a science experiment. “What was your original name..?”

“You’re still the same,” he absentmindedly replied, “asking questions as I try to fuck you. I don’t know my original name. I don’t remember our original life. I only remember after our second reincarnation, that’s been… over.. ah, all I remember is that we didn’t speak Mandarin for the first few times of our reincarnation.”

You perked up at that, forgetting about Haiyuan teasing your pussy. “We were apart of the original indigenous people of Taiwan? Ah, wait, but we aren’t now, how comes?”

Haiyuan shrugged. “Not sure. Our reincarnations only became associated with a ritual in 1729, that’s when we would never reach over the age of twenty. Before we would live long or simply die naturally until we were both murdered.”

“We can’t live past the age of twenty..? Why?”

“I don’t have the answers for everything, Baobei. I simply know this because I don’t lose my memories.”

You gasped, gripping the bedsheets as two fingers sink inside your hole. Talking really made you forget what he was doing in the first place. Haiyuan paused, staring up at you. He experimentally curled his fingers, watching your reaction.

Another gasp left you as you clamp your lips shut. This was strange—it wasn’t a type of pleasure you could handle.

“Uhm…” you sighed, toes curling at as Haiyuan gave your clit a lick. “How does.. how does the ritual usually work..?”

Haiyuan glanced up at you, a slight annoyance in his eyes. “The town kills five people, using their blood to create a circle around us. We fuck in the circle. Then…” his voice was suddenly a little quiet, “I kill you and one of them kill me, it repeats in the next fifty years.”

You frowned, watching as he pulled away slightly. He hesitated for a moment but soon pulled out his fingers. His middle and ring finger were soaked as he wiped them absentmindedly on the blanket. The embarrassment from just how wet you were was forgotten by the look on his face.

“Haiyuan..” You whispered, closing your legs as you watched him. “You have to kill me? Why—”

“I’d never give them the satisfaction of killing you.” He blurted out, as if he had said that a million times. “It’s just easier to kill you myself.”

You slowly reach out and rest your hand on his lap, waiting for him to look you in the eye. It takes a moment before he finally looks over at you. His eyes were downcast, a look of sadness that told a story you wished you could remember.

It didn’t seem fear he remembered everything while you constantly forget. You bit your lip before patting his thigh comfortingly, just like you’d do Jianwei.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you had no better options.” You said, giving him a little smile.

Haiyuan blinked. “Don’t speak to me as if I’m your grandson.” He said, a look of annoyance on his face as he slightly sneered at you.

You flinched, having never expected him to look this annoyed. He simply shook his head and pushed your hand away, sitting up from the bed.

“Sleep, Baobei. I need to dispose of something.” He said, reaching out and gently pulling at your cheek. A slight smile pulled on his lips. “I’ll tell you more in the morning.”

親吻總好過怒罵

“Are you okay?” He whispered in your ear, bringing your thoughts back to him. His hands gripped the soft skin of your waist as he stared up at you. You mutely nodded, sighing at a particularly harsh thrust into your hole.

Your robe was your only modesty to block the others from seeing his cock deep inside you. Though you knew they’d prefer that—judging by the glares they gave you. You decided to ignore them and pay attention to him.

徐浩然 — Xu Haoran

The circle of blood that surrounded you both was still wet, having been recently drawn. Five bodies lay nearby—all killed with a simple throat slit. Haoran pulled you closer against his body, your cock squished against his stomach.

“Haoran,” you moaned out, cupping his face as you pulled him in for a kiss. He eagerly returned the kiss. His hands slipped down to your ass as he began picking up the pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your moans spilled into the empty air.

You reached a shaky hand to dip into the blood circle, coating your index finger. A wet moan left your lips at a particularly harsh thrust. Haoran’s eyes were closed as he thrusted up into you, pulling you down with the grip on your ass.

Your cock leaked dejectedly as you slowly began to write something out on his chest, stuttering whenever his cock grazed your prostrate.

There was talking around you but you didn’t care. This ritual was for these people to have a prosperous life for fifty years straight. They could handle seeing you get fucked by your lover.

It took a second before you could fully write out the characters on Haoran’s chest. Your orgasm taking over at the last minute as you came with a sharp cry. Haoran came right after you, holding you down so his cum would coat your tight walls.

You both stayed still for a moment, clinging to each other. The moonlight shined down on you as you stared down at your handiwork. It was messy and if anyone else looked at it, they wouldn’t know what it said.

A little smile pulled on your lips as you let out a sigh.

“Take care of it already, the sun is almost here!”

A panicked voice made you remember what this whole ritual was for. You sat up and glanced down at Haoran. He wouldn’t look at you or more so, it was as if he couldn’t. His shoulders were tense as he muttered something to himself.

You gazed back at the villager behind him, taking note of the sword in their hand. A soft smile pulled on your lips as you gently grabbed Haoran’s face. He flinched but immediately calmed down as you slowly maneuvered him to look up at you.

He was crying. But it felt like you’ve seen this sight before. You’ve seen this sight many times.

對不起對不起啊請不要恨我請不要....

放心我還喜歡你

You wiped at his tears, giggling slightly. He looked at you as if you were crazy for laughing at this moment. Maybe you were. You nodded slightly and pointed at his chest, letting him read the characters you wrote.

He laughed, “your handwriting… it’s still so bad.”

“Hey, don’t—”

There was a pain in your heart. You blinked once as blood dripped from your lips. Haoran let out a pained cry as if he was the one who got stabbed…

And that it wasn’t you who he just stabbed through the heart. You slumped in his arms, face pressed against his chest as he began to wail. He dropped his knife and hugged your body close, paying no attention to the villager coming close to him.

He didn’t stop his pained wails even as the sword stabbed him through the back. It happened four more times, blood splattering against the grass as he coughed. He slowly fell to his side, arms limply holding your corpse.

Lying there, slowly dying, he thought about the characters you wrote on his chest. You didn’t get to finish the sentence. But he knew what you must’ve been trying to say.

渴望你 — I long for you

Maybe one of these days.. he’d make sure you wouldn’t have to die by his hands ever again.

Xu Haoran closed his eyes and remembered what you said to him.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me, please don’t

Don’t worry. I still like you

In 1821, he died with a smile on his lips.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You awoke with a gasp, gripping at your chest as you took multiple deep breaths. That dream felt real. Too real. Xu Haoran… That must’ve been Haiyuan. And you…

Your cheeks felt hot. The ritual dealt with sex? What type of ritual needed you to get fucked in front of multiple people? And why weren’t you shy at all back then? You shook your head, slapping your cheeks slightly to get the thought out of your brain.

A sigh left the body next to you. You glanced over to see Haiyuan sleeping. You didn’t remember when he joined you on the bed. As you stared down at him, you thought back to how he reacted after killing… past you.

He had to do that for many years by now, without forgetting how you would die in his arms. You got the privilege of being reborn as a blank slate.

While Haiyuan…

That didn’t seem fair at all. You leaned down, taking in his expression. He didn’t look as scary asleep. His eyebrows were no longer furrowed and his lips weren’t pulled into a straight line.

It didn’t seem fair in general. Why must you two die over and over again to give the people here a good life? It only lasted for fifty years at that. Seemed worthless in the long run.

You laid back down, gently pulling Haiyuan’s arm up so you could rest your head on it. Your hand rested on his chest as you simply stared at him.

Even without your memories, you felt a pull towards him.

“Do I still look good?”

You flinched at his words. Haiyuan didn’t open his eyes as his arm moved down, his hand grasping your waist. He pulled you closer to him, letting your face rest on his chest. You attempted to pull away but he squeezed your waist in retaliation.

“Don’t move. Sleep.”

“I… I’m not tired.”

“You are. Old people sleep all day.”

You blinked. “Hah? What do you mean??”

“Your brain is still sixty. Sleep.”

“You—”

Haiyuan slipped his hand into your shorts, his fingers easily teasing your clit. “I can always give you an orgasm to sleep.”

“N-N-N-No need!” You clamped your thighs shut, eyes widen in shock.

He chuckled and only hummed, but he made no attempt to pull his hand away. His hand rubbed between your thighs affectionately as he let out a sigh. Only a second after he was fast asleep once more.

Old people sleeping all day… You rolled your eyes.

If you had to die, at least it’d be by his hands.

It was for the good of the people.

The first of spring came faster than you anticipated. Haiyuan spent most of the time preparing for the ritual and would come back to you at odd times. He didn’t want you to leave the house due to.. your current predicament.

You were fine with it—it wasn’t like you had much to say these days. Haiyuan was different than Xu Hei. There was an air of anger that rolled off of him whenever you caught him off guard.

It was as if he was always seething with rage deep inside. You had tried talking about it days ago but he shut that down quick.

Though it didn’t matter now.

Tonight, you were going to die.

The ritual was held in the forest. A small open space with tall trees circling around. Multiple lanterns and torches were placed in empty spaces to light the area. The moon felt as if it was shining right down in the center.

In the center, there were multiple weapons.

A blade, a knife, a sledge hammer, and a sword.

You didn’t understand what the sledge hammer was for but you didn’t question it.

When you finally entered past the barrier of trees, you saw five bodies, leaking blood onto the grass. All of them looked to be older. One’s head was burst open, brain matter leaking from the broken skull.

A shaken gasp left your lips at the sight. You weren’t sure what you expected for the five sacrifices but it certainly wasn’t this. Wasn’t simple neck slit enough?

“What are you waiting for?” A villager behind you questioned, pushing you forward. You stuttered, bare feet scraping against the sticks on the ground.

Right. Almost every adult you knew of was circled around the circle. Each baring an expression of either fear or anger. The ones who were closer to your father’s age seemed to know exactly what this ritual was for.

You wondered which one of them purposely burned the books that Jianwei tried searching for. They all couldn’t have been naive enough to believe they’d never have to do a ritual again.

“Who is that man?”

“Why are we even here? Mom, why aren’t you explaining anything?”

“Is that Jianwei? I haven’t seen him or his grandpa in months.”

“Why are people just dead on the ground?!”

“To the younger generation,” a voice suddenly said, catching everyone’s attention. Haiyuan walked into the circle, pulling a person behind him by their shirt. “This might seem confusing… but you can all blame your parents for everything you will soon suffer through.”

Your eyes widen as Haiyuan was finally illuminated by the fire. He was bloody, his white robe caked in blood and dirt. There was blood splatter on his face and what looked to be a cut on his neck. Did someone fight back?

You gazed down at who he was holding to see none other than your father. You subconsciously stepped forward to check on him when you noticed the blood coating his face.

Haiyuan smirked as he roughly pulled your father to stand up, “look, the bastard who brought the fifty year curse onto you all.” He loudly boasted, manhandling your father around like a doll so everyone could see.

Your father could hardly speak as he croaked. His eyes were slashed. It looked as if a blade was repeatedly cutting through his eyelids until it struck the eyes. You remembered Xu Hei’s corpse having similar wounds.

“Dad…” You whispered, stepping over. “You killed… Xu Hei?”

Haiyuan smiled at you, “he did. He cornered poor Xu Hei’s in the forest and stabbed him over thirty times in the chest before slashing at his eyes. Then he slit his throat just to make sure. I guess there were no tips on how to kill me.”

You could only stare at him in disbelief. To go that far… you tried to say something but you couldn’t. A pained groan left you as you looked away.

“Baobei,” Haiyuan said, his voice soft. “We should finish the ritual now.”

“Okay…” You whispered, looking back over at Haiyuan just to see him stab your father right through the head with a knife. A scream left your throat at the suddenness. The spectators also let out their own varying degrees of fear and shock.

Blood splattered on your black robe and face. You reached up and gently wiped at it, seeing the red substance coating the tip of your fingers.

“The ritual needs six sacrifices this time around, as an apology for what they did.” Haiyuan said. He unceremoniously dropped your father’s corpse onto the ground. “The blood of the perpetrator that ruined our reunion.”

You could only watch as Haiyuan tore off your father’s shirt, digging the blade into his back. He little to no resistance as he dragged the blade down. Blood squirted out, some landing on Haiyuan’s face.

Haiyuan glanced up at you. He held up one hand and nodded. You could only stare before finally taking his hand, letting him pull you down to your knees. He immediately continued to slash at your father’s back, letting the blood coat his body.

A bit of blood splattered onto you. You flinched at every drop that landed on your skin. You couldn’t look.

The sounds of skin tearing and the shushed gasps of the villagers filled your ears.

“Why can’t I move??”

“I’m stuck!”

“It’s like my legs don’t work…”

寶貝

You opened your eyes just as Haiyuan slammed his lips against yours. A pained gasp left your lips. His eyes were wide open as he stared you down, kissing you like he was a starving man. More blood began to spray onto you both as he continued tearing at your father’s back.

He dropped the blade and pulled something out of your father. Your eyes widen.

Your father’s spine.

Haiyuan chuckled into the kiss as he tossed the spine away. He quickly gripped your face and continued to kiss you. His tongue slipped inside your mouth as you helplessly gripped at his robes.

His bloody hands run across your body, tearing open your robes. You whimper when he pushes you onto the ground. He finally pulls away from the kiss, taking in the sight of you.

You had blood all over you now. Blood coating your lips and cheeks. Blood on your chest and arms. Your robe laid torn on the grass beneath you.

“Haiyuan…” you choked out, tears threatening to fall. “You’re scaring me.”

Haiyuan seemed to pause at that, almost shocked that he could ever scare you. He frowned slightly before gazing back at your father’s mangled corpse. He didn’t even attempt to be nicer as he rudely kicked your father’s body away from you.

The corpse rolled far away, slamming into a tree. A loud cry of screams filled the air.

“I’m sorry, Baobei.” He whispered, grasping your face as he wiped your tears away. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips. “This is the only way the ritual will work.”

You stare up at him, staring into his eyes. With the moonlight shining behind him—you begin to see a different version of Xu Haiyuan. A version that looks to be from a time that you can’t pinpoint.

But you trust him.

You mutely nod, slowly reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Do they have to look?” You whispered, knowing what’s next in the ritual.

Haiyuan shook his head. “I’ll make sure they can’t see at all.” His hands suddenly cup your ears as he kissed you hungrily. You returned the kiss but struggled to keep up with his hunger.

However, now you couldn’t hear the villagers suddenly screaming out in pain.

His hands tore off the remainder of your robe as he pulled away, staring down at you with a look of awe. He gently touched your chest. His thumb gently grazing the scars below your nipples.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, a smirk on his lips. “I think this version of you is a favorite of mine.”

Your face feels warm at his words. “Stop stalling…” you open your legs wide. His eyes immediately narrow at your cunt.

He chuckled. “I don’t have to rush this time.” His hands gripped your thighs, blood coating your skin. Haiyuan leans down between your legs and pulls you up. Your pussy pressed against his lips as he gives a teasing lick at your clit.

You shiver at the first touch. He seemed set on teasing you. His lips kissed around your pussy, leaving bite marks on your inner thighs. Whenever he got close enough to your clit, he’d kiss it but quickly pull away.

The teasing was getting to be too much when he suddenly suckled on your clit, releasing one leg to rub two fingers between your folds. You gasped, fingers digging into the dirt. Your legs clamp around his head just as he sinks in two fingers.

You just remembered the blood that coated his fingers but couldn’t exactly say anything as he fingered you.

“Haiyuan… please.. please,” you whine out, not exactly sure what you were pleading for. The pleasure wasn’t something you ever experienced. And you didn’t exactly let Haiyuan touch you for long before this. Having an orgasm seemed scary for your sixty year old brain.

Haiyuan hummed around your clit, sending a jolt in your body. He released your poor clit and slowed down his thrusting fingers. His middle and ring finger rubbed against your gummy walls. He released your other leg and used the now free hand to rub his thumb cruelly against your clit.

You let out an almost pained gasp, eyes rolling back at his touch. Haiyuan stared you down. He drunk in every moan, whimper, and gasp you let out. Watching every move your body took as it tried to escape the pleasure.

“You’re still the same,” he breathed out, leaning down so his nose brushed against yours. “You can’t handle it without going crazy.”

“Xu Haiyuan…” You gasped out, feeling a strange sensation in your lower belly. “I think.. I’m going to pee.”

“It’s not pee.” He simply answered, laughing slightly. “You’re so beautiful in blood. You need more.”

You whined. You already felt so dirty, how much more did you need? Blood was on your pussy at this point.

Haiyuan stopped his touch, pulling away. You almost cried when he gave you quick kiss on the lips. “Shh, it won’t be long. We need to follow the ritual properly.” He gave you a grin. “Close your eyes.”

You didn’t question him, closing your eyes as your body heaved. The weird sensation was slowly going away.

A drip on your stomach caused you to flinch. You wondered if it was beginning to rain.

“Don’t open your eyes. I don’t think you want to see this.” Haiyuan said, stopping you from opening your eyes.

You obeyed him as more liquid dripped onto yours body. It began to travel up your body, dripping onto your face. You gasped which allowed some of it to slip into your mouth.

The taste was metallic.

Blood.

He was dripping blood onto you.

Your eyes opened as you finally saw what Haiyuan was doing. A shocked gasp left you. He was holding your father’s severed head, letting blood drip all over you. You quickly covered your body with your arms as you curled into yourself.

Though the damage was already done, the fresh blood was coated all over your body. Haiyuan only grinned at the sight of you as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth.

You watched as he began to drink the blood from the severed head.

“Haiyuan…” You whispered.

Haiyuan hummed as he carelessly tossed the head away once he had his fill. “It’s apart of the ritual.”

“The ritual?” You questioned, watching him as he kneeled back down. His once white robe was fully red by now. Blood coated his face entirely. There was no part of his body that wasn’t covered in blood. And you knew it wasn’t just of your father’s.

“You think that I’ll just let them get off without any punishment for killing me?”

“I thought the curse was enough punishment…”

He laughed. “Nothing will be enough for what they did. The fifty year curse was me being nice. Now, let’s complete the ritual. I know you’ll want to bathe after this.”

You frowned. Bathe? Weren’t you going to die right after this?

You didn’t say anything and just opened your legs once more, waiting for him to continue. Haiyuan easily slipped himself between your thighs. He pulled off his robes, showing his nude body.

It was the first time you’d ever seen him fully nude. You bit your lip at the sight. Somehow the blood was doing something to you.

Haiyuan smirked once he noticed your hungry gaze. He leaned over you and captured your lips into another kiss. You eagerly returned it, gripping at his face. His teeth sunk into your bottom lip as his hands gripped at your waist.

His fingers rubbed at your skin before he held you up. He leaned back to sit down as he maneuvered you to sit on his lap. You didn’t pull away from the kiss, allowing him to take totally control.

Your tongue tangled with his as he began suckling on it. You finally pulled away after a moment to finally breathe. As you took a couple of breaths, you gazed over at the villagers. They were so quiet.

It was hard to see in the dark, but you could tell something was wrong with everyone’s eyes. Everyone was pawing at their face in silent panic. As if they were too scared to even make a peep.

Haiyuan glanced back at the villagers before gently grabbing your chin, making you look at him. “Mhm. Ignore them. They can’t see. We have to finish before sunrise, remember.”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. Haiyuan smiled up at you as he pressed a soft kiss on your collarbone.

“It always goes fast here,” he muttered, “anything time I’m inside you, I can’t hold back.”

“Really…?” You tried to hide the embarrassment in your voice, your body felt warm despite the cool night breeze.

“Hm.” Haiyuan hummed, his fingers digging into your skin. “Connecting with you like this is the best feeling.”

You gasped, feeling his cock slowly push inside your cunt. Haiyuan kept a steady hold on you as he pulled you down slowly. The stretch wasn’t what you imagined. It hurt more than you expected.

But it also felt amazing.

Once you were sat fully on his lap, you let a sigh of relief. “Is it all in?”

Haiyuan shook his head. “No, just enough for me to cum inside.” He said, giving you slight smile.

You blinked. “What?! Just how—”

Haiyuan let out a grunt, quickly steadying your body when you tried to move. “Careful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ah.” You smiled sheepishly and pressed yourself closer to him. Your chest rubbed against his, the blood mixing together. “It’s not just his blood on you, is it?”

“No. Does that bother you?” He whispered, raising an eyebrow.

“Any blood bothers me.”

Haiyuan chuckled. He raised one hand that was drenched entirely in blood. His eyes stared right into yours as he pressed his fingers against your lips. You stared at him, letting him rub the blood over your lips.

You gulped, unable to stop yourself as you parted your lips just a bit. Haiyuan took that as an invitation as he slowly slipped in his index and middle finger between your lips. It didn’t take any priding for you to began to suck on the fingers.

The blood coated your tongue as you suckled his fingers clean.

It tasted sweet.

The blood tasted really sweet.

As soon as he pulled out his fingers, you went straight for his other fingers. You hadn’t even noticed that your hips began to move.

You began to slightly bounce on his cock, eagerly cleaning off the blood on the rest of his hand. Your tongue licked his palm before moving down to his arm.

Haiyuan finally pulled his hand away and wrapped it around your waist, pulling your body right against his. He began thrusting up into you, enjoying the shocked moan you let out. He grabbed your right hand and brought your hand to his lips.

Just as you did for him, he began cleaning off the blood from the palm of your hand. He moved downward and cleaned any that dripped down your arm. His teeth left marks all over your skin.

Your moans filled the room as your hole clamped tight around his cock, the familiar sensation coming back with a vengeance. Haiyuan moved to your chest before flipping you to rest on your back.

He folded your legs upward and thrusted deep inside your hole. You gasped in shock, your back arching against the ground. His entire cock was deep inside now. You felt stretched to the brim as he began to fuck you.

The pain from being folded was the last thing on your mind as you moaned freely, forgetting all about the people around you. The pleasure was all you could think about.

Being with Haiyuan in this moment was maddening and sent you completely over the edge.

Your toes curled as you reached down and rubbed at your clit like Haiyuan did before. It was just what you needed to cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hole tightened.

You came with a cry, having never experienced something like this before. You began laughing, overstimulating taking over as Haiyuan didn’t let up. He thrusted deep inside you—allowing each thrust to shake your body forward by the sheer amount of force.

“(Name).” He groaned, perhaps the first time he had ever said your name. You stared up at him and giggled. Haiyuan’s face was screwed up as he chased his own pleasure but he still managed to give you a slight smile.

It wasn’t long before Haiyuan tightened his grip on your thighs as he cummed deep inside you. You grunted at the warmth. It felt oddly comforting.

You two stayed close like a tangle of body parts before Haiyuan slowly began pulling away. Tears began to well in your eyes as you waited for the next part.

This was it.

You almost wanted to ask Haiyuan if there was any other way.

At least you would reincarnate to be with him once more.

After a moment, you opened your eyes when you noticed Haiyuan wasn’t saying anything. You shakily sat up to see him smiling at you.

“What?” You asked, a bit unnerved to see a bloody face smiling at you. It seemed after having the orgasm you could finally think a bit.

“I lied.” He said, laughing loudly.

“Lied about what?”

“The town is doomed.” He stood up, pulling you up with him. He engulfed you into a tight hug. “They’re all going to die with their souls trapped in the town.”

You blinked before pulling away a bit to look him in the eye. “What…?”

“Why would I willingly give them what they want?” He said. “I did complete a ritual, but it was one where they will die and simply be reborn to die in gruesome ways. Does that excite you, Shen (Name)? It’s what you once wished for.”

His hand rubbed your cheek, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t have to hurt you anymore. We’re free.”

Your lips pulled into a grin as you engulfed him into a hug. The two of you hugged and kissed, ignoring the screams of the villagers as they began running away. Though they seemed to have trouble seeing. But you didn’t care.

You were free… free to be with Xu Haiyuan.

我愛你

Haiyuan grabbed your hand as he led you back home. You two cleaned up, made love once more, before packing up and leaving the town once and for all.

Leaving the rest to suffer for eternity.

“Xu Huang,” you whispered, tapping at the wall. A rustle was heard before he knocked back. You sighed in relief, glad the walls in the makeshift prison house were so thin.

“Did they feed you today?”

“No,” Huang simply answered. You wished you could see his face.

“It’s okay, we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“When I see you, I’ll have to kill you.”

You chuckled. “Don’t think about the bad. At least we’ll get to feel each other before death.”

Huang was silent after that.

You hummed and moved to rest your back against the thin wall. “One day, we’ll break free from this town. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out a way.”

“You’re leaving all the work to me?”

“You’re the only one who remembers.”

Huang sighed. “I’ll figure it out… I promise.”

“I know. No matter what we have to do… We will be free. And when that happens, I’ll tell you I love you.”

“Ai! Silence! It’s midnight!”

You glared at the older man as he slammed at your door. You kept silence once he walked away. It was only a second later when Huang knocked against the wall to get your attention.

What he said then is fuzzy. You couldn’t remember. The next night, in 1902, you and Huang died in each other’s arms once again. Forced to repeat it in the next fifty years.

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