When Beauty Destroys The BL World

Chapter 118~Consumed by Passion~

*TRIGGER WARNING: This contains some themes and depictions that might be sensitive to certain readers. HEAVILY contains sexual content that is unsuitable for children.*

Irene's knees buckled beneath her, forcing her to collapse onto the cold, unyielding ground of the ethereal realm. Helplessness washed over her like a suffocating wave, her body trembling as she curled into herself. She didn't know what to do anymore-every path seemed blocked, every hope shattered.

"Is there no other way?" she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation, eyes lifting to the luminous figure of the Goddess before her.

The Goddess's expression remained serene, her ethereal form glowing faintly in the dim light. "No, child. There is no other path."

Tears spilled down Irene's cheeks, hot and unrelenting. She clutched her hand sobbing openly.

The thought of her to die to end this curse, completely broken her.

"Why me? Why did you choose me? What makes you think I can do anything about this curse?"

The surroundings began to darken once more, shadows creeping in from the edges like ink bleeding across paper.

The Goddess's voice echoed softly, carrying a weight of finality.

"I can't give you an answer, unless you escape here. It is up to your own will and strength to stand against Dacia, to escape this cage within your mind. When you do, reach for the vessel. Only then will you learn how to break the curse. Remember you and Dacia share the same body, which means you share the same strength. The key for your escape is your own." With those words, the Goddess faded, her light dissolving into the void. Irene watched as everything turned dark again, the comforting voice vanishing entirely.

Defeat crushed her spirit, tearing at her heart like jagged claws. She was completely broken, despair swallowing her whole. Her body went limp, and she slipped back into unconsciousness, the darkness claiming her once more.

Time lost all meaning in the abyss. How long she drifted, she couldn't say.

She sat there in her despair, unmoving, her emotions a chaotic storm. Sorrow drowned her, pulling her under until she could barely breathe.

As time goes by, she awoken by a sudden rush of heat surged through her veins.

Her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. Her senses sharpened to an unbearable edge-every whisper of air, every distant sound amplified.

What's happening? Irene wondered, panic flickering in her chest.

A gasp echoed nearby, followed by an intense wave of warmth radiating toward her. Then her name, spoken softly.

'Irene...'

Her eyes snapped open. Nickolai stood before her, his face etched with desire, his bare chest heaving.

What?

Confusion gripped her. She tried to move, to pull away, but her body wouldn't obey.

It moved on its own. Panic exploded in her mind as her hand reached out, trailing slowly over his bare skin-fingers gliding across the hard planes of his abdomen, feeling the heat of his muscles tense under her touch. He gasped, his breath hitching.

No, no, no! Irene protested silently, horror flooding her.

She couldn't stop it-her body was a puppet, dancing to Dacia's cruel tune.

No! Stop! Dacia, stop this! She knew it was Dacia doing, twisting her every will.

Helplessly, she watched her own lips descend, pressing soft kisses to his forehead, then his eyelids, his nose, his chin. She moved lower, to the pulse at his neck, and bit down gently. Nickolai's arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as he murmured her name again, voice rough with desire.