Evil Son: C01
CHAPTER ONE
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When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
—-To be continued
The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!
Just like a night such as this one.
Afraid—he was afraid of the night!
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...
—-To be continued
As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
He was afraid of the night.
—-To be continued
Afraid—he was afraid of the night!
He was afraid of the night.
One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
Afraid when the night would come.
There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...
Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, to see the gradual and solemn growth of the coming night's sky. The scent of the sophora flowers permeating the nightly air rose all the way to the fifth floor in galloping bursts. Looking through the treetop slanting in the night sky, the pale curved crescent of a waning moon stealthily peeked. He could feel it, he could sense it, the dusk had long crept away and the shrewd of darkness that is the night was slowly inching closer, bringing with it a nefarious smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
Afraid when the night would come.
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
He was afraid of the night.
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
Afraid—he was afraid of the night!
He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.
Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.
Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, to see the gradual and solemn growth of the coming night's sky. The scent of the sophora flowers permeating the nightly air rose all the way to the fifth floor in galloping bursts. Looking through the treetop slanting in the night sky, the pale curved crescent of a waning moon stealthily peeked. He could feel it, he could sense it, the dusk had long crept away and the shrewd of darkness that is the night was slowly inching closer, bringing with it a nefarious smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.
Afraid when the night would come.
No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"
—-To be continued
After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see. His performance was excellent, his abilities were balanced, his looks were exceptional, and his temperament was warm. Many teachers and student alike had made such comments in private, in addition to them was him being a bit shy personality-wise, him not being that lively, as well as him not being very skilled when it came his performance in sports. But otherwise, Mr. A really perfect!
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
He was afraid of the night.
After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see. His performance was excellent, his abilities were balanced, his looks were exceptional, and his temperament was warm. Many teachers and student alike had made such comments in private, in addition to them was him being a bit shy personality-wise, him not being that lively, as well as him not being very skilled when it came his performance in sports. But otherwise, Mr. A really perfect!
All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.
So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.
In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.
In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.
As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.
Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.
Afraid—he was afraid of the night!
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.
Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.
Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.
His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.
Afraid—he was afraid of the night!
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit...(^^)hard to avoid. So if you don't want to accept my poison, please see yourself out ^_^[]2. The theme for this one is suspense, so for the sake of the plot I'll be replacing the MC's name with Mr. A, please don;t misunderstand me and think I'm too lazy to come up with names.[]3. Can you all guess the meaning behind the title "Evil Son"? ^_^ Here's a hint, it's not referring to Mr. A~
"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"
Afraid—he was afraid of the night!
Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.
Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
Just like a night such as this one.
Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.
CHAPTER ONE
A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.
CHAPTER ONE
All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.
One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!
"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.
He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.
No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...
In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.
There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...
The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!
His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.
Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.
Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, to see the gradual and solemn growth of the coming night's sky. The scent of the sophora flowers permeating the nightly air rose all the way to the fifth floor in galloping bursts. Looking through the treetop slanting in the night sky, the pale curved crescent of a waning moon stealthily peeked. He could feel it, he could sense it, the dusk had long crept away and the shrewd of darkness that is the night was slowly inching closer, bringing with it a nefarious smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.
Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.
All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.
The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!
The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, to see the gradual and solemn growth of the coming night's sky. The scent of the sophora flowers permeating the nightly air rose all the way to the fifth floor in galloping bursts. Looking through the treetop slanting in the night sky, the pale curved crescent of a waning moon stealthily peeked. He could feel it, he could sense it, the dusk had long crept away and the shrewd of darkness that is the night was slowly inching closer, bringing with it a nefarious smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.
Just like a night such as this one.
As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.
CHAPTER ONE
He was afraid of the night.
The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.
Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.
A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.
He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!
But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...
One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!
Afraid when the night would come.
There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit...(^^)hard to avoid. So if you don't want to accept my poison, please see yourself out ^_^[]2. The theme for this one is suspense, so for the sake of the plot I'll be replacing the MC's name with Mr. A, please don;t misunderstand me and think I'm too lazy to come up with names.[]3. Can you all guess the meaning behind the title "Evil Son"? ^_^ Here's a hint, it's not referring to Mr. A~
He was afraid of the night.
When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?
Just like a night such as this one.
No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...
Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.
A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.
There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit...(^^)hard to avoid. So if you don't want to accept my poison, please see yourself out ^_^[]2. The theme for this one is suspense, so for the sake of the plot I'll be replacing the MC's name with Mr. A, please don;t misunderstand me and think I'm too lazy to come up with names.[]3. Can you all guess the meaning behind the title "Evil Son"? ^_^ Here's a hint, it's not referring to Mr. A~
So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.
He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.
Just like a night such as this one.
iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 36 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"
Afraid when the night would come.
In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.
Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.
In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.
No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...
—-To be continued
After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see. His performance was excellent, his abilities were balanced, his looks were exceptional, and his temperament was warm. Many teachers and student alike had made such comments in private, in addition to them was him being a bit shy personality-wise, him not being that lively, as well as him not being very skilled when it came his performance in sports. But otherwise, Mr. A really perfect!
Author's Note:
1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit...(^^)hard to avoid. So if you don't want to accept my poison, please see yourself out ^_^
2. The theme for this one is suspense, so for the sake of the plot I'll be replacing the MC's name with Mr. A, please don;t misunderstand me and think I'm too lazy to come up with names.
3. Can you all guess the meaning behind the title "Evil Son"? ^_^ Here's a hint, it's not referring to Mr. A~
Notes:
This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)
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