Alle Kapitel von Sacrificing Scumbags at the Honey Altar: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 9

As Vera's alluring figure vanished at the door, my mother turned around, her deep eyes staring at me. "You saw everything."She was not asking, but stating a fact.She walked slowly toward me, using a silver spoon to scoop up a drop of crimson honey from the black pottery jar and send it to my lips. The smile on her lips was more cloying than the honey. "Don't be afraid, my dear daughter. You've grown up. It's time to taste our product now."I retreated in terror, shaking my head desperately. "No! I don't want it! That's not honey, it's—""It's the source of our power," she interrupted me, her tone unyielding, while her other hand caressed my cheek. "Do you want to always be looked down upon by those men, or do you want them to crawl at your feet like dogs?" Her words were like a spell, tempting the darkest desires in the deepest part of my heart.By some strange impulse, I opened my mouth.As the honey entered my mouth, the extreme sweetness instantly exploded before turning int

What was even more terrifying was that countless translucent bees were buzzing within the containers. They had no wings or mouths, so they closer resembled wisps of distorted souls as they swirled rapidly around the blurry humanoid mass, greedily feeding on it.My mother's voice echoed behind me, cold and indifferent. "Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry."She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently.Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen!He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring

I always fell into the same abyss at midnight.Distorted and agonized faces emerged like ghostly flames in the dark. Nicholas and the other men whose names I could no longer recall had their bodies pulled and squeezed by invisible threads. Their mouths were wide open, yet they could not utter a sound.That silent howling felt like the sharpest ice spikes piercing straight into my mind.Nicholas' face was the clearest. His once handsome features were squeezed together. His eyes were full of pleading and malice, as if accusing me of being heartless.Whenever the morning light seeped through the gaps in the curtains and woke me up, that sweet and sticky honey that had been lurking in the depths of my mouth and soul would surge up like a tide. It was rich and domineering, instantly washing away all the unease and chill the dream had brought.I extended my tongue and licked my plump and rosy lips. The flavor seemed to be the essence of Nicholas' soul's greed and corruption after being

Two months later, Dewy Honey Shop's business was only improving. More women kept coming in, and I became more and more proficient.Today, a new customer came in—a young girl no more than twenty years old. She timidly walked into the shop, her eyes red and swollen. She had clearly been crying."Do you really have that kind of honey here?" She asked in a low voice."What kind of honey?" I pretended not to know."The kind... that makes men obedient. " She blushed. "My friend introduced me to this place."I understood now. She was another girl who had been deceived and whose feelings had been toyed with by a player. "Yes, we do have it, but it's very expensive.""It doesn't matter. I have money." She took out a bank card. "My boyfriend cheated on me and used my money to support his mistress. I want him to pay the price."I had heard too many similar stories before. Men always did this—they sweet-talked women to gain trust and then turned their backs on them."Come with me." I led h