報復 Bàofù III: Homecoming: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Ch 16 NSFW

Blood Wish…..

It whispered sorrowfully, morosely, “Remember, she was yours first.” It’s ghost-like words echoed before it tortured him further, “Mo Yuan, she belongs to you still.” The ghostly voice repeated. The haunting words echoed and resounded in his head, until both sides of his temples throbbed in agony.

The start of another migraine so Mo Yuan began to drink. He drank wine to silence the nagging internal dialog, even though he knew alcohol was perhaps the worst choice of remedy. But he needed something; just a little something to take the edge off to numb the pain. It was a sign of weakness and he was well aware, but he needed something to make him forget.

He chose blindness. Ignorance was bliss and his weakness stoked the corrupt fiend within, as the apparitional tone grew stronger after gathering strength from Mo Yuan’s vulnerability. Bolder, the voice in the darkness. It became audacious as it absorbed and extracted negative energy from his tormented thoughts. Now sounded fierce, full of anger as it snarled, “Mo Yuan… Ye Hua hurts her…hurts her…” The words lingered in the air before continuing with its vicious deceptions, “He defiled her like a whore. She doesn’t desire Ye Hua but he forces himself on her…”

“Kill him…slay Ye Hua…” It hummed, “He doesn’t love her but only took her because he knew you loved and wanted her. He laughs at you behind your back… Your little brother insults you intentionally.” The wan voice deepened to a hoarse hateful sneer, “Did you see the proud smirk on his face as he fucked her mouth.”

Mo Yuan warned aloud and attempted to suppress the obscene dialog in his head. “You foul creature. Your tongue grows too flirty, offensive and I refuse to listen.” But the devil’s voice exercised another approach knowing all of Mo Yuan’s weaknesses. Now tenderly consoled him, as all the disturbing memories from earlier in the day flooded, then immersed his troubled mind.

The demon’s voice, it coaxed and glorified him with sweet but poison dipped lies, “High God Mo Yuan, Great Shifu of Kunlun Mountain, Did you know? Were you aware that your little Shì Qī pretends it’s you, her Warrior God when Ye Hua fucks her? She grows wet and comes thinking of you only…”

This taunting ghost; this provoking phantom that had followed him back from the grave was an unswerving companion. And now, it murmured foul obscenities. It whispered vulgarities in his ear, and even flashed monstrous scenes of depraved wickedness before his eyes, as it had earlier in the afternoon. It showed a sinful image of Mo Yuan killing his younger brother, and raping his beloved disciple.

It was a horrific vision.

Mo Yuan shook his head to clear his clouded and muddled thoughts, after finishing the bottle of wine in his grasp. He audibly commanded and willed the spirit into silence. “Begone, Demon.” But his tired voice lacked conviction, authority and the fiend took note of his frailty, then vocalized more with sinister plans, “Shifu, you know what to do to fix everything… Fix everything… You know how to get her back. One wish, yes…make a blood wish.”

He slammed the empty wine bottle down with full force, heard it shatter and replied in the dark, even though he knew it was dangerous to converse with the devil, “You fool. Nobody can control the outcome of dark magic. I could lose my soul and the forbidden sorcery could make things worse.” Intoxicated Mo Yuan now mocked the ignorant demon wantonly.

The spirit instantly powerful and full of strength returned in a menacing tone, “How can things get any worse, Mo Yuan? What soul do you have left to lose?” The voice laughed at him and ridiculed, “Even now, your brother fills your beloved with his seeds. How would you like to see Seventeen, pregnant with Ye Hua’s child?”

The insulting voice abruptly turned gentle and seductive, “Tis true… Nobody can control the outcome of a blood wish but only you, mighty God of War. Shifu, make one blood wish… Go back before Ye Hua, A-Li and SuSu… Back before he married her and TAKE HER FIRST.” The voice started soft but ended with a growl, “Soon, you will be in her beautiful mouth. Little Seventeen will be in your bed and you between her milky virgin thighs… Drinking her cream…sweet virgin creammm…” This demon knew all of his secret desires. Mo Yuan shuddered, sounded broken and beaten suddenly, “She didn’t wait for me as I asked because she doesn’t love me.”

The voice presently seemed to sense his broken spirit, circle, embrace Mo Yuan and tenderly caressed his skin with its ghost fingers. “If your Shì Qī didn’t love you, why would she fed you blood from her heart and waited 70,000 years? Mo Yuan…she’s still waiting for you…waiting.”

“No, she didn’t wait… It took so long and so much effort to regather my soul. I came back for you, my Shì Qī.” Mo Yuan softly wept as he reached for another bottle of his medicine. However, instead of wine, he felt a sharp shard of glass from the broken wine bottle slice into his index finger. And how odd but he didn’t sense any pain. Still, the distinct metallic odor of blood made him dizzy and his sight hazed, unfocused, dreamy, blurry that he questioned if he were hallucinating or dreaming.

Yes, it had to be a dream and since it was an illusion, he made a dangerous wish. Mo Yuan made a blood prayer, “I wish to go back before everything, before my death. I want a second chance.” He deliberately closed his eyes tight, perhaps stunned, even ashamed of his misconduct. He took several breaths before reopening them and to his newly opened sights, nothing had changed. He was still sitting in his dark room surrounded by countless wine bottles.

He laughed at himself, his situation but mostly because he was intoxicated, and the light knocking sound on his door was a part of his drunken hallucination. It was extremely entertaining, until a youthful voice from the past sobered him instantly as it called out to him, “Shifu, are you asleep? It’s Seventeen. Did you forget about taking me to the assembly? Shifu?”

No, this absurd situation was impossible as he swayed his head back and forth, side to side in total confusion because it was madness. Mo Yuan told himself to concentrate and focus on the present, not fantasy, but he heard another all too familiar mono-toned voice interject. The soft male voice spoke, “What did I tell you? I told you that my brother would change his mind, Si Yin. He hates all the chatter and he never attends the gatherings.”

The conversation continued outside his door, “Shut your Dragon hole, Eighteen. Also, you’re supposed to call him Shifu, not brother, Ye Hua.” The feminine voice jeered then sharply yelped, apparently from a pinch then the mono-toned voice said, “One day soon, I’ll be Crown Prince Ye Hua of Nine Heavens, not Eighteen. And I wouldn’t be so ignorant to someone who knows all your secret, Princess Bai Qian.”

There was a burst of faint but playful laughter between them. Mo Yuan stared at the closed door in utter shock, as the two voices now spoke in unison, “Shifu? Big brother?”

To be continued…..

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