The Clam Shell [Short Story]

[I just suddenly felt like writing this. Please don't flame me QAQ]

[There is no such thing as a plot]

He is an Immortal Venerable, an elder revered by everyone, and the sect leader's most feared junior brother.

But in the end, the sect leader's position still went to the current sect leader.

He brings home a disciple he found outside. Beneath his cold, hard shell, the disciple is soft-hearted.

Crossing the line, the first time.

The disciple he brought home has feelings for him that he shouldn't have.

For reasons he can't explain, the next day he pretends nothing happened.

After all, he'd been drunk. It's only natural that he doesn't remember.

His senior brother, the sect leader,

orders him to punish his own disciple. This is the second time he crosses the line.

He lets himself sink deeper, but in the end, he hurts them both.

The man who had once been cast out suddenly becomes the Demon Lord.

His disciple kills a member of the sect right in front of him.

The coward doesn't even feel any resentment, but...

“Master, are you going to save them?”

The clamshell is pried open by force, and the coward cowers, trembling in the corner.

“Love only me.”

“Don't lie to me.”

Cowards need to be cherished. If you can't be bothered, please don't fall in love with one.

Theme: Love and eternity.