No Feeding the Paranoid Evil God

Jing An looked at the body that had fallen from high above, charred all over and lying barely a handspan from his car.

A cat was still clutched in its arms.

"Meow." At the sound of the cat, the corpse opened its eyes.

At the crowded intersection, he seemed to be the only one who stopped and noticed.

Jing An touched his damp eyes. Had he been crying?

After that day, Jing An's nightmare began.

His direct supervisor was sent to prison after failing to force himself on him.

The place where he had lived for years was repeatedly rocked by riots.

Worse still, the apartment next door to his was a serial killer's den.

The guy next door pressed the tip of a knife to Jing An's throat.

"Darling, you'll save me, won't you?"

At that moment, the corpse appeared again.

A withered-looking cat stood on the corpse's shoulder.

As if staking its claim, it moved behind Jing An and wrapped its arms around him, its wet tongue wandering over the back of his neck.

"Good boy. Do you want me to save you?" The devil whispered.

Jing An looked at the blood spilling in front of him. He knew there was no escape.

"Save... me."

He had been claimed by a demon.

The corpse was no longer charred. Flesh and blood grew wildly.

Yet the strange incidents did not lessen. Jing An simply stopped being threatened.

Because everyone who threatened him died.

"Good boy. Cry for me again, will you?" Suji licked Jing An's dry eyes.

But Jing An couldn't cry, so Suji could only take his broken moans into his mouth and thrust deep inside him.

"See? Now you're crying, aren't you?"

Suji kissed his tears, while the tentacles behind him writhed wildly at their master's excitement.

The withered cat sat by the bed, lazily yawning and letting out a hoarse cry.

Theme: Feeding on love, flesh and blood growing wildly