Chapter 3: Descent into Madness
For the first time, Shen Xinghui thought that about what this thing was doing to him.
His mind began to melt, turning into a hazy, syrupy mess.
A tingling sensation, both numbing and sweetly electrifying, spread through him, leaving behind a bittersweet ache that only grew.
The thing invading his mouth shifted its movements, now intertwining with his tongue in a strangely deliberate way.
It stimulated the back of his teeth and the base of his tongue, making his body react involuntarily.
Something sweet and viscous dripped out like honey, and when he swallowed it, a sudden heat surged through his body, as if he had downed a strong shot of liquor.
Wait... could this be... poison?
The thought crossed his mind too late.
By then, his body was already tingling to the core and overwhelmed by an aching heat.