83 – You’re Hurting Too

Episode 83: You’re Hurting Too

Eventually, He Yu returned to Team B’s site. The heart buried in his chest was seething.

The words his cousin had said. The expression on the wife’s face just now. He felt as if one of the many veils wrapping around Xie Qingcheng had been stripped away.

That man was like a formless mist. His blood was cold one moment and hot the next; his skin felt like ice, yet it was warm. Until now, He Yu had never truly felt the man’s temperature.

However, it was certain that Xie Qingcheng was hiding a deep secret.

Right now, he was deceiving everyone.

Why on earth did he have to do that?

Was there more truth that I don’t know?

It happened to be break time for Team B as well. Upon returning to his spot, He Yu spotted Chen Man talking with the director. There was no one around them.

He shifted his gaze through the crowd, searching for Xie Qingcheng’s shadow.

Finally, something caught his eye at the edge of his vision.

Xie Qingcheng was sitting in the flowerbed of the police academy playground, smoking a cigarette.

He Yu walked down the stairs, crossed the playground, and abruptly grabbed Xie Qingcheng’s arm.

“Come with me for a moment.”

Xie Qingcheng flinched and looked up at He Yu, his eyes momentarily flashing with anger. Of course, he quickly suppressed this emotion. He figured that getting angry at He Yu would be a waste of energy.

“What are you thinking, hanging around me like this?”

Without a word, He Yu held onto him and dragged him to a nearby empty classroom. After pushing Xie Qingcheng inside, he followed and slammed the door shut behind them.

While glaring at Xie Qingcheng, he reached back and pressed the lock button on the door handle.

Standing before him was Xie Qingcheng, dressed in the winter police uniform. He looked so magnificent that He Yu wanted to seize the uniform and kiss him.

The complex emotions toward Xie Qingcheng threatened to break the cerebral CPU of the rational and intelligent He Yu.

He Yu had been composed even in front of his cousin and the wife. Yet, whenever he met Xie Qingcheng’s eyes, his head felt tingly, as if he had been electrocuted.

“He Yu, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

Two peach blossom eyes stared coldly at He Yu.

In truth, He Yu had intended to interrogate him about the wife as soon as he brought him here.

However, the moment the classroom door locked and Xie Qingcheng’s scent wafted over him, He Yu’s mind went blank as if he had suffered a shock.

A perverse desire craving blood reared its head first, followed by youthful impulse. Looking at the man who had sealed so many secrets, a sense of impatience and irritation surged within him.

He had no room to ask for the truth. The moment he took in the sight of Xie Qingcheng, his eyes turned red of their own accord. He wanted to curse him, violate him, tear him apart, and dissect him.

As his emotions ran wild, he felt as if his entire body would explode from the agony.

Ultimately, instead of questioning the facts, he let his emotions burst forth, his eyes reddened.

Stepping forward a few paces, he did what he always did when he was alone with Xie Qingcheng.

Reaching out as if to wrap around the neck, he grabbed the scruff of Xie Qingcheng’s neck and slammed him down onto the teacher’s podium. Then, tilting his head to the side, he bit hard into Xie Qingcheng’s neck, filled with a sense of revenge and catharsis.

Xie Qingcheng let out a low groan deep in his throat at the sudden pain.

That small sound ignited a spark in He Yu’s spine. Immediately after, the metallic and sweet scent of blood filled his mouth.

The evil dragon sucked the blood of its sacrifice.

A hot, sweet aroma.

It was far more stimulating than the fake blood splashed on a camera.

A hot warmth seeped out from beneath the skin. The evil dragon bit into the human’s neck with sharp teeth and would not let go. As he swallowed the hot blood, rolling his Adam’s apple up and down, a satisfied breath escaped him.

The restlessness from a moment ago—the emotion that had driven him half-mad—seemed to subside slightly along with the crimson vortex.

Due to the continuing high fever, He Yu’s body temperature was boiling. Pressed tightly against Xie Qingcheng, his body felt hot enough to sear the other’s skin through the fabric.

When Xie Qingcheng tried to push him away, He Yu completely pinned the neatly uniformed man against the podium. In the struggle, several police academy textbooks and promotional magazines tumbled to the floor.

“Move… He Yu, move. Get your mouth off.”

That chattering mouth was truly annoying. He Yu slightly pulled his blood-stained lips away and tilted his head to kiss Xie Qingcheng roughly on the lips. The cold voice that broke the mood was silenced simultaneously.

He Yu persistently pushed between the lips. He hadn’t known until now that kissing could feel this good. It was a panacea that appeased the desires natural for someone his age and calmed the symptoms of Psychological Ebola that craved violence.

Since conversation was impossible, Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and struggled. This kiss was hotter, more ferocious, and sweeter than any previous one.

Perhaps it was an action that only stimulated He Yu further, or perhaps it was because He Yu’s reason had half-vanished. Even as Xie Qingcheng struggled and bit back, He Yu pushed forward relentlessly.

In the end, Xie Qingcheng was the one at a disadvantage. How could a man so sexually cold endure such an intense kiss? He gradually began to suffocate. As the thick blood seeping from He Yu’s lips and tongue flowed into his throat, he felt as if he would choke.

Only then did He Yu let him go. Their parted lips were drenched in bright red. It was a trace of their mixed blood.

Xie Qingcheng had also tasted plenty of He Yu’s blood.

“Fuck, I really want to fuck you right here.”

Even in this state, He Yu grabbed and pinned both of Xie Qingcheng’s wrists to keep him from moving. By lifting his body slightly, he could clearly see Xie Qingcheng pinned beneath him, his uniform disheveled.

Hatred, resentment, and impatience all surged to the top of his head at once.

“Seriously, I want to ram it inside you right now. Then maybe you’ll tell me a few truths, Teacher. Right?”

As he finally caught his breath, Xie Qingcheng panted heavily. His chest heaved up and down frantically as he supplied oxygen to his lungs.

The navy blue uniform coat had fallen open during the struggle, revealing the light blue police shirt underneath. He Yu lowered one hand, which had been holding Xie Qingcheng, toward the belt buckle.

Of course, Xie Qingcheng was not the type to let He Yu have his way. The moment He Yu let go, he pulled He Yu down in one swift motion. Then, reversing their positions, he slapped He Yu’s cheek fiercely as he was slammed onto the podium.

“You fucking animal!”

A red mark remained on He Yu’s face. However, far from hurting, it felt refreshing. He was already mentally unstable, and since he was in the middle of a seizure, his violent tendencies were ignited. This kind of violence, akin to an excretion, only pleased his mind and body.

“Keep cursing me.”

“Fine, you animal.”

Xie Qingcheng grabbed He Yu’s hair and threw him [stolen content]toward the chalkboard. After pushing him [visit our site]brutally, he raised his foot and kicked He Yu straight to the floor. The desks and chairs behind the podium collapsed with a crash.

Panting, he straightened his navy blue tie with silver patterns and buttoned his jacket one by one. His bloodshot eyes stared at He Yu like blades.

He Yu, lying on the floor, wiped the blood from his lips and cheek and slightly lifted his upper body. As if the pile of collapsed desks behind him were his throne, he sat leaning back, scanning Xie Qingcheng with eerie eyes.

Eventually, he half-revealed his canines. He tilted his head back and laughed for a long time, as if mocking him. Even though the scent of blood vibrated with every breath he exhaled, he felt an indescribable pleasure.

It was the kind of pleasure that came when the craving caused by a seizure finally found satisfaction.

“You know I’m having a seizure right now, don’t you, Xie Qingcheng.”

“…….”

“When the seizure gets bad, it doesn’t matter if you beat me up. I’d genuinely enjoy it even if a knife were plunged into my chest. I can’t feel pain anyway. Of course, you’d be burdened with guilt for the rest of your life. So don’t pretend to be clean or innocent.”

Panting through ragged breaths, He Yu stared directly at the man with eyes like a predator.

“You’re quite good at camouflaging yourself, Xie Qingcheng.”

“…….”

“It’s not just one or two layers. When you peel off a cocoon, another one appears. Tell me, just how far do I have to peel to find the real you?”

Xie Qingcheng replied savagely.

“What the hell are you talking about? Did you take the wrong meds today?”

He Yu only laughed with a chilling voice.

When the laughter finally stopped, he reached out a hand toward the man.

“Come here.”

“…….”

The moment He Yu uttered the command to come here, Xie Qingcheng’s face—which had swallowed plenty of He Yu’s blood—suddenly turned pale.

He frowned as if uncomfortable. A pallor, as if he were diseased, cast over his face.

Unaware, He Yu repeated himself.

“Come here. I have something to tell you. Xie Qingcheng, do you know? There are no eternal secrets in this world. Listen carefully. You’ll find out why I came to find you today.”

Xie Qingcheng stood frozen for a moment with a pale face, then slowly approached He Yu.

Before taking out his phone and pressing the play button on the recording, He Yu looked into Xie Qingcheng’s pitch-black eyes.

“Do you know who I met today?”

“…….”

“Want to guess?”

“……If you have something to say, just say it plainly.”

He Yu smiled bleakly.

“I hope you can stay that calm after hearing this. It would be even better if you recall the past connection between those two people after hearing this voice.”

The corners of his mouth curled into something close to a sneer. Finally, He Yu added one more sentence, putting emotion into every single word.

“And the acting contract you made back then.”

Click.

The recording began to play.

It was the conversation He Yu had with the wife at the cafe.

The audio file wasn’t long. Xie Qingcheng remained silent for a time longer than the recording itself.

The two remained silent for a while.

Breaking the silence, He Yu spoke first.

“How is it? Interesting, right?”

“……Where did you meet her.”

“In the extra team here on site.”

He Yu slowly lowered the phone.

“I guess you have no intention of denying it.”

“…….”

“Why did you act like that? Xie Qingcheng, for what purpose? What secret are you hiding?”

“…….”

Eventually, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes slowly.

“It’s my private life.”

He Yu leaned his head back against the chair, wiped the [stolen content]blood from the corner unauthorized copyof his mouth, and looked at Xie Qingcheng once more. He scoffed at Xie Qingcheng’s words, which rubbed him the wrong way.

“Private life.”

His black pupils watched Xie Qingcheng. He had no intention of wasting time talking about public versus private matters.

“At my level, I think I can ask about your private life, Teacher.”

He Yu’s gaze crawled like a snake.

“I’ve even had your body. I have the right to know your private life.”

What Xie Qingcheng found most intolerable was He Yu’s manner of speaking, which treated him as if he were a woman.

He slowly opened his eyes. His expression, which darkened in an instant, became even more menacing than before.

“Have some conscience in your life, He Yu.”

“You should be the one to live honestly and tell the truth about what you’re hiding, Xie Qingcheng.”

Unconsciously, He Yu spat out words that sounded like a command with his blood-stained lips.

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingcheng’s body flinched. The blood vanished from his face, which was already grim with anger.

But this time, unfortunately—.

He Yu noticed a strange anomaly.

At first, he was merely puzzled. But suddenly, a certain scenario flashed through his mind. Pausing, He Yu narrowed his eyes and examined Xie Qingcheng’s suddenly unnatural complexion.

“……Xie Qingcheng.”

He Yu asked.

“What’s wrong?”

“No…….”

It was a response that came out like an instinct. Xie Qingcheng shut his mouth stiffly before he could continue.

His chest heaved up and down as he panted. He clenched his teeth as if enduring something, making his jawline stand out sharply.

Then, he abruptly turned his head away.

Ignored, He Yu’s expression soured. He questioned him in a persistent tone.

“Answer me. What’s wrong?”

“…….”

A pale light, like that of a sick person, spread across his entire face. Xie Qingcheng’s back shuddered, and he froze in place. He looked as if he were forcibly suppressing some words from escaping his mouth.

After a long silence, Xie Qingcheng suddenly burst into a severe coughing fit.

He leaned his back against the cold tiles of the classroom and coughed violently. Then, lifting his bloodshot eyes, he looked at He Yu with a strangely bewildered face.

In that moment, seeing that peculiar reaction, He Yu’s heart sank. Could it be…….

“Xie Qingcheng, is this perhaps…….”

He Yu trailed off and immediately shut his mouth.

Looking at Xie Qingcheng, he suddenly recalled something he had experienced in the past.

It was a winter several years ago.

At the time, while studying abroad, he had visited a nursing home and encountered a patient with a severe mental illness. It was a patient who had been forcibly sedated and tied to restraints after the medical staff’s attempts to stop him failed.

However, the large foreign patient broke the restraints in an instant and punched the medical staff while screaming in French.

-I’ll kill you all. Go ahead, lock me up! Try being cruel to me! Hahaha!

At the time, He Yu’s condition was terrible. The problem was that [Read on Read BL Novels]he had been injured and [visit our site]was bleeding. Because of that, the psychological craving [Read on Read BL Novels]for blood had been triggered. To regain his reason immediately, he shouldn’t have been watching such a stimulating scene.

Irritated, he opened his mouth and shouted in French.

-Shut up!

It was just a word he had tossed out carelessly while passing by.

But who would have known that the mentally ill patient’s face would turn deathly pale?

Looking closely, the reaction was as if he had seen something terrifying.

The pain raging inside his body seemed ready to burst out as a scream and shatter his frame.

However, the patient stared at He Yu and desperately swallowed the scream that was about to escape his throat.

It was as if an invisible giant’s hand had covered the patient’s mouth upon hearing He Yu’s single word.

The medical staff present at the scene were all bewildered.

-Do you know the patient?

-……No.

He Yu, also surprised, answered blankly.

The medical staff dismissed the incident as a mere coincidence.

On the other hand, He Yu had a premonition.

Looking at the patient’s pale face, veins were bulging as if he were struggling to endure something.

Suddenly, an uncertain hypothesis flashed through his mind and spread like a thick morning mist.

After the medical staff left, He Yu walked up to the patient, who was still panting.

Then, he glanced at the patient sitting on the bed.

To confirm his hypothesis, he gave a cruel command in French.

-Je veux que tu te suicides.

(I want you to kill yourself.)

At that moment.

The terrible truth pierced through the thick mist.

As the instinctive consciousness fought back [stolen content]urgently, the [stolen content]patient’s face lost its vitality and distorted in pain. His body also began to tremble slightly.

The image of the struggling man was reflected in He Yu’s mirror-like eyes.

Because of the close distance, the patient accurately smelled the scent of blood emanating from He Yu’s body.

A few seconds later, perhaps ten seconds later. The man slowly raised his hand. He looked as if he had finally lost the battle against an invisible force.

With a blurred gaze, he brought his hand to his neck. Then, he strangled himself violently.

Startled, He Yu snapped out of it and shouted before the other could actually strangle himself to death.

-Stop. Stop it!

Only then did the man drop his hand like someone who had lost all strength. His burly frame became limp, as if he had been put through a high-temperature furnace, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Since that day, He Yu realized that if he let a mentally unstable person smell his blood and spoke in a commanding tone, the other person would lose their ego and do as told.

And later, at Cheonggang Psychiatric Hospital, he learned the name of this ability through Xie Qingcheng’s mouth. —Blood Bone.

He Yu fixed his gaze entirely on Xie Qingcheng’s face.

The sight of him losing control to the supernatural ability of Blood Bone. That look of struggling to break free from invisible shackles.

Such a familiar sight.

There is no mistake.

Xie Qingcheng is also…… currently under the influence of Blood Bone.

It felt as if a sharp sword was cutting through the thick mist and darkness.

The streak of light reflected in He Yu’s pupils trembled slightly.

He slowly stood up and muttered.

“……Xie Qingcheng, you…….”

The ever-cool Xie Qingcheng, the Xie Qingcheng who had remained resolute even after having his neck bitten, could not meet He Yu’s eyes now. This sight gave He Yu an even stronger conviction.

With a pale face, Xie Qingcheng turned around and walked hurriedly toward the door.

As Xie Qingcheng turned the doorknob, the lock opened with a click.

Immediately after, he opened the door.

Right then, He Yu stepped up behind him and slammed the classroom door shut.

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Right. It’s certain.

He Yu’s pupils contracted slightly.

There’s no mistake.

He had always been so calm and cold. Yet now, the waist held in his palm was trembling violently, unlike usual.

It was a tremor like a butterfly struggling desperately to escape a spiderweb, losing control in the face of a command but refusing to yield until the end. It was a struggle to break free from the command of the blood bone.

He Yu remained speechless for a while.

Shock, anger, excitement, joy, sorrow… emotions swinging between extremes tangled within his chest.

“So… Teacher, you too…”

He Yu looked at the man trapped between his own body and the classroom door.

This man, who had always been perfect and strong.

Faced with this unbelievable reality, He Yu’s voice cracked as if he had lost his mind.

“Are you like that too, Teacher?”

“…”

“Xie Qingcheng, is it true?”

A wretched, desolate, and despairingly manic voice continued.

“Are you like that too!”

He couldn’t believe the fact that Xie Qingcheng was also someone with a mental problem. The Xie Qingcheng he knew was an infinitely strong person. He was someone who controlled his own emotions and psychology with precision.

He was even a psychiatrist.

If even a person like this was pushed by society to suffer from a mental illness in secret, who could possibly believe that a human’s will could overcome mental illness?

It was a demonic existence that could break even someone like Xie Qingcheng.

Gasping for breath, He Yu grabbed Xie Qingcheng’s hair tightly and forced him to look at him.

Sleek, almond-shaped eyes met peach blossom eyes that looked like stagnant, clouded water.

Their noses nearly brushed against each other.

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He Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Staring at Xie Qingcheng, he stroked his hair with a sinister touch.

He struggled to calm his emotions and lowered his trembling voice.

The emotion hidden within was deeper and more terrifying than when he raised his voice.

Blood-stained lips touched the lips of Xie Qingcheng, who was breathing shallowly. At a distance of not even an inch, he commanded as if talking to himself.

“Tell me.”

He Yu gripped Xie Qingcheng firmly. Once Xie Qingcheng took off his police uniform, there would surely be a large bruise spreading across his waist.

As if trying to grasp the thread of truth from sliding sand, he held Xie Qingcheng tight.

An agitated light flickered in his eyes. His voice grew smaller and smaller, like a shaman muttering a lament.

“Tell me. Are you like that too, Teacher?”

“…”

Xie Qingcheng frowned as if in pain. He Yu asked again and again.

“Tell me the truth.”

He had to uncover the secret hidden in this man’s body. His heart beat terrifyingly fast. His eyes gradually turned red with boiling blood.

“Are you a mental patient too?”