All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 101: Dang Ayeong’s A Dangerous Woman (6) (18+)

[Protagonist’s POV]

"Ah... ahh..."

A moan escaped my lips, though I couldn’t tell if it was a fleeting moment of clarity or a complete loss of control. My mouth hung open, drool spilling out, while tears had been streaming down my face for a while now.

Then, her voice cut through the haze.

"Here~ Your promised reward~"

Pop.

Dang Ah-young uncorked a familiar bottle—the drug I’d been craving all along.

"Mmgh!! Nghhh!!!"

I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head as hard as I could. My release hadn’t even stopped yet. No matter how much I wanted the drug, taking it in this state would—

"Come on~ Open wide~"

Pop.

With just two fingers, she pried my mouth open and jammed the bottle’s neck inside.

Gulp, gulp.

The drug flooded my mouth, sliding down my throat.

"---------!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

SPURT!!!

Semen erupted from me like an explosion. My head felt like it was burning, my vision darkening at the edges. But the drug, now coursing through me, refused to let me pass out, trapping me in this hell of pleasure.

Beep... beep...

No sound came out. Or maybe it did—I couldn’t tell if I was speaking or just babbling incoherently. Was I even forming words, or had my mind shattered, leaving my mouth to flap uselessly?

Twitch! Twitch!

My body still trembled from the aftershocks. The only mercy was that it was finally over.

Flop...

My overworked member drooped lifelessly, and I was in no state to register my surroundings. Dang Ah-young seemed to know it too. She released me from her restraining position and left me sprawled on the bed. It was this small reprieve that let me believe it was done.

"It’s... over now, right...?"

Anger, resentment—there was no room for those emotions yet. For now, the fact that I wouldn’t have to endure more torture disguised as sex was all that mattered.

Rustle, rustle.

"Good work. Thanks to you, I’ve worked off some stress. Just sleep here tonight. I’m still debating whether to let you go," Dang Ah-young said casually, shaking out my cloak—the one I always wore. It didn’t matter to me now; it couldn’t help me anymore.

I’d forgotten about it entirely.

Thud.

Until something I’d received today and tucked into its folds fell out.

Thud.

"Hm? What dropped?" she remarked.

The moment I saw the wooden plaque hit the floor, my body froze. There was only one plaque I’d stashed in that cloak today.

The token from Sword Mistress.

"No."

A surge of dread rang alarm bells in my mind. Dang Ah-young couldn’t see that. I didn’t know exactly what would happen, but it wouldn’t be good—that much was certain.

Tremble, tremble.

Summoning every ounce of strength left in my drained limbs, I lunged for the plaque, but—

Snatch.

"Why the rush? Is it something important?"

Her reflexes were faster. Before I could reach it, the plaque was already in her hands. As I writhed in pain from crashing onto the floor, her eyes scanned it. The scene unfolded in slow motion—her expression shifting from satisfaction to an icy chill, amplifying the warning bells screaming in my head.

Finally, her lips parted.

"...What’s this?"

It was a question loaded with implications, far beyond innocent curiosity. She was demanding an explanation—how I’d come to possess it.

I racked my brain for an excuse, opening my mouth to speak, but her voice cut in again.

"A token with the name Shin Yoo-wol and a plum blossom design... As far as I know, only one person in the Central Plains uses this."

I snapped my mouth shut. She already knew it belonged to Sword Mistress. Any half-baked excuse would only make things worse.

But how?

How could I explain this to satisfy her? How could I defuse this situation?

My mind spun, but after being drowned in drugs and pleasure moments ago, it refused to function properly. The best I could muster was—

"L-Lady, it’s not what you think..."

A feeble protest that only solidified her suspicions.

"...Ha."

Dang Ah-young pressed a hand to her forehead.

"So it was Sword Mistress all along? You’ve got some talent—how’d you manage to charm someone that impressive?"

"N-No, it’s a misunderstanding—"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. If it’s really a misunderstanding, explain it properly! Everything points to exactly what I’m thinking, and you just keep saying it’s a misunderstanding—what am I supposed to do with that?!"

Her voice rose—a rare sight. I couldn’t argue back or even respond. No words I conjured could convince her.

"..."

As I stared blankly into space, she grabbed my hair, forcing our eyes to meet. The pain made me wince, but her gaze made my eyes tremble.

"Say you love me," she demanded, her voice cold as ice.

"...I love you."

I squeezed out every emotion I could muster—to appease her, to escape this. I scraped together even the fake feelings the drug had planted and poured them out.

"I love you... ♥"

With shaking hands, I hugged her shoulders and patted her back.

"Hehe..."

A clumsy attempt at charm to smooth things over, but—

Thud!

"Ugh!"

"...Still not good enough."

She shoved me back onto the bed. My wrists were pinned above my head by her hands, and her legs crushed mine beneath her weight.

"I have to resort to drugs and force just to hear you say you love me or to sleep with you. But her? She probably got it all without any of that," she said bitterly, her fingers brushing my lips.

"She’s heard you say you love her with this mouth, hasn’t she? Your pure, untainted voice, free of any drugs."

That wasn’t true—I felt a pang of injustice and opened my mouth to protest.

"T-That’s really not—"

"Didn’t I tell you earlier?" she interrupted, pinching my lips lightly. Her twisted smile contrasted sharply with her words.

"I don’t trust you anymore."

The trust she’d shown earlier was the last she’d ever give me.

And now, Dang Ah-young no longer believed in me.

"The more I think about it, the more pathetic I feel. Why did I go to such lengths? Even if I force you to say you love me like this, it’s just the drug talking."

Her cold, dead eyes silenced me. I feared any words would only worsen my situation.

"I got it wrong. I tried to trust the elixir instead of you, but even that’s unreliable."

Crack!

"So now, I won’t trust anything."

The bottle that had tempted me moments ago shattered in her grip. Glass fragments clinked to the floor under gravity’s pull.

Clatter. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As the sound echoed, the light faded from her eyes.

"I won’t claim your heart. But your body? That’s mine."

Shiver.

Struggle, struggle.

I didn’t fully grasp her words, but they chilled me to the bone. Pinned beneath her, I thrashed with all my might. I knew provoking her was unwise, but my instincts screamed that provoking her or not, the outcome wouldn’t change much now.

She wouldn’t take my heart but would take my body.

The meaning was clear.

She’d break me completely and turn me into a doll for her pleasure.

"Let... me... go...!!"

I couldn’t let that happen. I fought with everything I had, trying to lift her knee off my legs, to pry a gap in the grip binding my wrists.

But reality was cruel.

My frail body, barely a match for an average woman, stood no chance against her restraints. My struggles were nothing but the futile flailing of a fool.

"What’s wrong? I haven’t even said what I’ll do yet," she remarked casually, feigning ignorance despite having already made her intentions clear.