[BL] Seducing Male Leads To Survive As A Villain In A Novel-Chapter 296: The Wizard’s Tale VII

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He continued that way, coming to him for the same abuse whenever he was running insane, while also using both of them for his crazy tests that left the two hurt.

"Just wait, this one will work. I’m sure. You’ll help brother, right?" Kyle would say every time.

Lyeian was bruised all over from the pain of Kyle forcing himself on him, but he didn’t know how to fight back.

Kyle locked him inside, and he never went out again. He stayed there while Kyle came to him whenever he wanted and left, leaving him worse than he met him.

Lyeian was losing his sanity. His expression was already pale, and he looked like one who would die anytime soon.

Anytime Kyle came to touch him and kiss him violently, he’d find a new means to sexually abuse him.

As time went on, Kyle discovered a supposed means to tap into his powers better while healing himself.

And so he came and began tearing off Lyeian’s clothes.

"What are you doing, brother...?" Lyeian’s face was soaked in tears and fear.

"I found a way to make it faster. It’ll work this time..." Kyle smiled hysterically at him.

"What... what way...?"

"I’ll suck you from below. Take in your substance from in-between your legs and put mine inside you. We’ll bond that way. I’ll do it today and tomorrow. If we continue, we’ll bond better and it’ll work."

He smiled. "You’ll help me, right, brother?" he asked.

He wanted to rape him fully, and fear crept into Lyeian. He couldn’t believe what was happening. And as Kyle’s hands tried getting to him, he executed the plan that came to his mind.

He slammed a rock over his head and ran away. Kyle fell unconscious and didn’t run after him.

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At that moment, the nineteen-year-old Lyeian had thought he was free.

After a year of staying with Kyle, he ran away without looking back, even though he didn’t know where he was heading.

Months passed, and he survived in the woods alone, journeying without a destination. Snow came, and on the day he lay on the snowy land, hoping for death to find him—Kyle did.

"Brother, you can’t escape from me. We’re meant to be," Kyle said as he pulled him violently by the hair. "Come with me. Let’s go."

"Let go of me!" Lyeian tried fighting back, but to no avail. Kyle was still stronger, and he beat him up, beating him violent until he couldn’t even speak.

Kyle didn’t have a home. He had already left the mountain, so he dragged Lyeian around with him like a slave he had bought.

He took him everywhere he went for his crazy discoveries of magic and witchcraft, using the two of them for his tests while also kissing him whenever he felt like it.

At that moment, it wasn’t a matter of calming himself. He was already used to his lips and his touch, and so he took his lips like drugs or alcohol.

An addiction. He was getting addicted to Lyeian.

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The toxic, ill-fated entanglement between the two lasted a total of five years.

Kyle was now twenty-six years old, while Lyeian was twenty-three. The two had become so brutally entangled that their souls were already tired.

Kyle had done all he could but could never acquire the powers he wished for. He had experimented all he could on Lyeian, but to no avail.

He only got sparks and feelings, but he didn’t get the full power. He felt frustrated and ended up beating Lyeian at moments like that.

Nothing was working.

On a night of a full moon, Kyle lay against a rock, staring into the moon, while Lyeian lay on the floor, bruised and bleeding.

The two silently stared at the moon while Kyle laughed. It was a sudden outburst of laughter, one that felt like the craziness of defeat, one filled with emptiness.

Like the two of them.

"Do you know why I didn’t sleep with you as I said when I found you again?" Kyle questioned while staring at the moon.

Lyeian didn’t speak.

"I don’t know either," Kyle said, laughing. "I don’t know." Tears fell down his eyes in the moment.

"Are my efforts fruitless all this while?" Kyle questioned. "Tell me, brother. Were all my efforts in vain? Why isn’t it working? Why aren’t I getting my powers?"

"Brother, my foot. Don’t you dare call me that..." Lyeian muttered. Kyle heard it. He laughed as he staggered to his feet and walked up to him.

He bent down before Lyeian. "Do you hate me?"

"You shouldn’t hate me! Hate your so-called father that abandoned us!" he snapped. "Hate him for taking his son and leaving the two of us alone and running! Hate him for ruining our lives like this!"

Lyeian managed to look up at his face and spat on him. "You’re a monster."

Kyle wiped his face as he laughed out loud. He said, "You think it’s my fault? That I’m the one who made you like this? Can’t you tell? You’re not dumb!"

"Haven’t you noticed what you have?" he questioned Lyeian. "Powers. Supernatural powers. The ones he lied to you were normal and special abilities from the heavens." He laughed. "How naive. It’s a curse!"

He continued, "He put it in you! He made you a monster. His son had it, but he took it away from his son. He didn’t want his son to suffer like you are. He didn’t want his son to be the monster. And so he put it in you! He lied to you and made you take the curse of living like a monster!"

Lyeian stared at him without words, tears running down his eyes. He had known he was living with a curse he couldn’t explain—powers that messed with him in all possible ways, ones he hated.

But he didn’t know beyond that. And now, looking back, all Kyle had said made more sense to him, even though he didn’t wish to believe it.