From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 178: Accept Me
Byung had no weapons on hand so it was his nails he had to use, and in one deliberate motion, he drew his fingers across his chest—not deep enough to cause serious damage, but enough to part the skin in a clean line that welled immediately with dark green blood. The pain was sharp and bright. He noticed a faint glint in the Chieftess’s eyes as the crimson—no, green—liquid began to trickle down his chest in slow rivulets, following the contours of his muscles, catching the firelight like liquid emerald.
Byung didn’t say another word as the blood trickled down his chest, dripping onto the floor in soft pats that echoed in the heavy silence. He placed his fingers to his side carefully like he was trying his best not to spook her, his movements controlled and purposeful, never breaking eye contact with those red eyes that tracked every motion with predatory focus. His mind raced through what he had learned during their fight—the way she had enjoyed fighting with him, the deliberate slowness with which she had dominated the duel, taking her time to push him to the edge, trying her best to rip him in half with pure brutality.
Such violence couldn’t be faked, couldn’t be manufactured from duty or obligation. It was genuine pleasure in the act of causing pain, a sadism that ran deep in her core, and Byung was about to allow her to act out that darkness on his body in a different context entirely.
He gulped, his throat working visibly as he took a few steps toward her, closing the distance with measured strides that made his heart pound against his ribs like a war drum. Only stopping when he was mere inches in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her powerful body, close enough to smell the faint scent of mountain air and something uniquely her—wild, untamed, dangerous. Byung smeared the blood on his hand, coating his palm in the warm, sticky fluid, and stretched his hand forward in a deliberate offering, presenting it to her lips like a chalice of wine. Lick it. Taste what I’m giving you.
The Chieftess looked at him, those red eyes narrowing slightly. Then her gaze dropped to his bloodied hand, studying the green liquid that dripped slowly from his fingers onto the floor with soft plops. Silence stretched, the fire crackling in the hearth the only sound as she considered.
Byung knew if he could give her his blood to consume, if she could taste what flowed in his veins, something might change. His blood had varying effects on women—he had noticed it with Maui after their first time together, the way her skin had flushed warmer, her eyes had dilated slightly, her arousal spiking in ways that seemed disproportionate. The system’s influence, perhaps, or something in his evolved biology that acted like an aphrodisiac when ingested. He was gambling on that now, offering his essence freely. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The Chieftess swiped the strand of white hair behind her pointed ear with one elegant hand, the gesture almost delicate despite the power coiled in those fingers. She leaned forward slowly, her height forcing her to bend slightly even while seated, bringing her face closer to his outstretched hand. Her breath was warm against his palm, sending shivers up his arm. But before Byung knew what was happening, she bit into his hand.
Not a lick—a bite. Her teeth sank into the flesh between his thumb and forefinger with shocking force, piercing the skin and drawing fresh blood that welled around her lips. Byung winced in pain, the sharp sting cutting through even his enhanced tolerance, his body tensing instinctively. But she didn’t let go. She kept on sucking on his hand, drawing his blood with powerful pulls that made his veins throb, her lips sealed around the wound like a leech feeding. The sensation was bizarre—painful but intimate, invasive but strangely erotic, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the room.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only seconds, she released him. Green blood dripped down her chin in thick rivulets, staining her white robe with dark splatters, her lips parted to reveal teeth stained emerald. The look in her eyes was anything but emotionless now—wide, shocked, pupils dilated so far that the red irises were barely visible rings around black voids. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, breasts rising and falling under the thin fabric, nipples hardening visibly.
Byung had to take a moment to process this, his brain struggling to catch up with what just happened. This lady was sucking his blood like some vampire, draining him with the hunger of a creature starved. But the shock on her face suggested she hadn’t expected... whatever she was feeling now. The look in her eyes had softened dramatically, the cold calculation replaced by something vulnerable and almost frightened—like she had stumbled onto a secret she didn’t want revealed.
Byung knew it was his blood having its effect, there was no way someone who was into such a thing would have tasted blood as divine as his. Byung began to wonder if this was the taste the others had failed.
He knew instinctively that she liked the taste of his blood, more than liked it—craved it in a perverse way. But why did she look embarrassed by this fact? This woman had slaughtered countless people in the most gruesome ways possible, torn enemies apart with her bare hands, crushed skulls and bathed in their blood without flinching. So why was this making her flustered, this simple act of drinking from him? The contradiction was stark and revealing—violence she could accept, even revel in, but intimacy, vulnerability, the admission of desire? That terrified her but more so, the taste of this particular fluid.
Byung smiled, the expression soft and genuine, cutting through the tension like sunlight breaking clouds. He reached up with his uninjured hand and gently wiped the blood dripping from her chin, his thumb brushing her skin with surprising tenderness.
"It’s normal," he said quietly, his voice low and reassuring, the first words spoken since entering the room.
"I hold no judgment toward you, nor do I think you’re a monster for this." His eyes held hers, sincere and unwavering.
"You can be yourself here. No masks. No expectations."
He proceeded to wipe the blood from her chin onto his own lips, coating them in green, the metallic taste foreign but not unpleasant on his tongue. Then he leaned slightly forward, tilting his head in clear invitation. A kiss.
The Chieftess stared at him, her expression shifting through confusion, and disbelief. The look in his eyes—it was so sincere, so free of the fear or disgust she had seen in every other warrior who had stood before her. He wasn’t repulsed by her darkness; he embraced it, offered his own in return without hesitation.
Byung leaned forward further, closing the final inches between them, and placed a kiss on her lips. His heart was beating like crazy, hammering so hard he was sure she could hear it from this distance, because he knew there was a chance this could prove fatal. She could bite his tongue off, crush his skull between her hands, snap his neck in a moment of instinctive rejection. But to his utmost surprise, his lips made contact with hers and stayed there.
Soft. Warm. The taste of his own blood mixing between their mouths as her lips parted slightly, not in aggression but in acceptance. Her body remained still, not pulling away, not attacking. Just... receiving.
Huh? Byung wondered in confusion, his mind momentarily blanking. She’s... letting me? The realization sent a jolt through him—not just arousal, though that was there, his cock hardening fully now—but something deeper. Understanding. She wanted this. Needed it. Had been waiting for someone who could see past the monster to the woman beneath.
