Don't Mess with Her Body Parts GB

Check out my ongoing story, The Mad Dog's Malignant Possessiveness, a gender-bender romance: [Ruthless, smiling demoness x stubborn, soft-hearted, obsessive commander, forced possession | Villainess and mad dog]

"Irresistibly alluring, unhinged ghost god who doesn't know it x lovesick, self-destructive believer who repeatedly tempts her with his life"

Jieli awoke from her slumber in the realm of ghost gods to find her body chopped into pieces.

Watching her shattered soul drift away, she raised her deadly sickle and set off on a bloody quest to recover her remains.

Now, with her internal organs gone and her body lost, even the hands she used to kill with had been taken from her. She was most unaccustomed to being without them.

For that, Yun Mi, a talisman-maker who had secretly kept one of the ghost god's finger bones, became the first soul in her sacrificial vessel.

At first glance, he seemed sickly and pitiable. At the next, he was treading over flesh and blood: a vicious, mad-dog boy.

But even the most vicious dog has times when he begs on his knees.

When Yun Mi's eyes flared up, he slid to his knees before her, his clothes disheveled.

He seized her hand in a frenzy and pressed it against his burning chest. His seductive red eyes brimmed with bloody tears, and he looked sickly, delicate, and easy to push over.

The boy practically sobbed as he begged: "Kill me... I'll give you the finger bone."

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Yun Mi had worshiped the ghost god for centuries. To die at Jieli's hands was both a comfort and the greatest honor.

He endured tongue-ripping and boiling in purgatory, then had his skin flayed and his blood washed away.

When he finally stood by her side again, he had shed all his sins and become a soldier under the ghost god, a servant at her feet.

And as she journeyed toward rebuilding her divine body, he guarded Jieli all the way:

If anyone looked directly at her, he crushed their eyeballs.

If anyone touched her, he cut off their hands.

If anyone fantasized about her, he crushed their heart.

A hundred years later, a little ghost saw him holding a cinnabar statue of the ghost god and asked, "Have you ever seen the damn ghost god?"

The man replied sheepishly, "I've slept on the ghost god's bed, and knelt there too."

--A few helpful guidelines--

1. As the heroine's believer, the hero is chaste in both body and heart. Absolutely pure.

2. No psychological gender-bender. The heroine is a god, but has a special setup and ordinary anatomy.

3. At first, the heroine follows divine precepts, while the hero harbors forbidden desire. For now, they're just having a vegetarian meal.

4. Don't worry! They'll both go crazy sooner or later. In truth, neither of them is a vegetarian.

5. This story is a special continuation of The Mad Dog's Malignant Possessiveness and can be read on its own.

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Qimian is an evil spirit with no memories. She once slaughtered countless immortals and demons, and her name resounded through purgatory.

More than anything, she wanted to become the ruler of all souls, take the ghost god's place in the underworld, and claim her believers for herself.

Especially Yun Mi, the warden who had a beautiful face and often stood on a high platform, looking down at all the ghosts.

His spirit talismans were fearsome, his words full of harsh rules. He was domineering and aloof, while she watched him from the shadows, her wicked thoughts growing wilder by the day.

When heaven and earth split apart, the warden was attacked. She pierced the rampaging beast with her long fingers.

Later, she lured him into the filthy depths of the prison, and with those same hands, did all manner of things that defied decency.

She would tend to his injured neck, but take the opportunity to place a binding spell on him, savoring the sight of tears about to fall from the corners of his eyes.

His countless attempts to fight back, even his pleas, only gave her more reason to go further.

Even when he hid, she could still break out of purgatory and find him in the ghost god's palace, mocking the sight of him kneeling in the god's lap and crying in grievance.

Who would have thought that tearing off the ghost god's outer robes would reveal strings running through the body like a puppet's?

Qimian laughed even louder. "So the ghost god is a fake."

*

Yun Mi had searched for the ghost god, who vanished during the great battle, for nearly a thousand years. He missed, longed for, and loved the god, and created a puppet to keep the god's throne occupied.

But one of his subordinates was an uncontrollable evil spirit who coveted both the throne and him.

Every touch of hers left him with a shameful mark.

He knelt before the golden statue, filled with shame and hatred, praying that the blade in his hand would pierce her heart.

But when blood welled up, a soul relic unique to the ghost god fell from her body.

He panicked at last, desperately pressing his hands to the wound in her chest, holding her close, calling to her, and begging her.

Later, she opened her eyes. He met her bewildered gaze, as if she were neither alive nor dead.

Qimian: Why are you looking at me? Want to get *hit?

Theme: Even humanity's murderous nature cannot overcome the gods' love for all.