Sakaki Yui, seventeen years old. Her only wish was to greet each tomorrow quietly, without ever being hurt by anyone. However, her daily life—corroded by domestic violence and isolation at school—is completely trampled by the trap of a human trafficking organization, and her body is sold into an illegal underground pleasure district. Amidst violence, drugs, and endless exploitation, Yui's heart disconnects from emotion to protect itself, transforming the very act of "living" into mere instinctua
The Corpse Flower Blooms at Night - "Corpse Flower Blooms at Night" Episode 4: "The Gluttony Madness, or the Remains of Innocence"
One
At the end of June, the humidity of the rainy season precipitated mercilessly into the basement of the mixed-use building.
From the ventilation duct, water droplets mixed with rust dripped intermittently, striking a plastic bucket with a dry sound that echoed through the room.
Sakaki Yuii sat deeply in a pipe chair, staring intently at her own flat lower abdomen. Even through her clothing, her body trembled faintly from within. It had been only two days since her last "inhalation"—emotional predation. No matter how much malice and supernatural creatures she devoured from the city, the fundamental thirst that the inhuman factor demanded had already begun to distort beyond the point of permitting surface deception.
Ah, I'm so hungry. It was an obscene and sweet madness, as if her internal organs were being caressed directly by a hot tongue and slowly burned. In the depths of her lower abdomen, beyond her very womb, an indecent heat coiled like a serpent, dissolving her rational mind into a viscous pulp and causing her slender body to shake violently. The mucous membranes of her throat contracted repeatedly in a sensual manner, seeking the supreme life force that was as moist as love's essence, and with each breath, the hardened tips of her chest rubbed against the fabric of her clothing, releasing hypersensitive cries. Her brain, her thoughts, were completely dominated by a melting, sensual thirst. With glistening eyes, Yuii sought out the presence of "concentrated prey" that would fill her to her absolute limit with an air of desire. It was the very pinnacle of lust emanated by an inhuman beast—a primal desire to greedily devour the soul itself with wanton abandon.
At that moment, the shop manager appeared with a strained smile.
The man called "Tominaga"—an underworld magnate of immense power, a pleasure-murderer who had destroyed countless women both mentally and physically, a wealthy pervert—had placed an enormous sum of money to request Yuii by name.
The moment Tominaga entered the room, he double-locked the door from within. His movements possessed the undisturbed quietude that only the practiced held. He removed his well-tailored expensive suit jacket and hung it carefully on a hanger. What emerged beneath was an unnaturally pallid arm, lean and skeletal.
"So you're the girl they say drains everything dry. I see—there's no light in your eyes. A truly magnificent vessel."
Tominaga's voice was low and possessed an almost ecclesiastical composure. Yet deep within his glassy eyes swirled a thick, turbid fervor of sadistic ecstasy. He placed a black leather case that he'd brought on the bed and quietly unlocked it.
What emerged was a medical syringe and vials filled with an amber-colored suspicious liquid. Along with them came dull titanium restraints and various thin metal instruments whose purpose remained unclear.
"First, let's put that impudent self-awareness to sleep for a while."
Without hesitation, Tominaga seized Yuii's arm and drove a thin needle into her flesh.
In an instant, intense vertigo assaulted Yuii's brain. Her vision warped rapidly, the world's boundaries dissolving. As the synthetic drug penetrated swiftly, Yuii's knees buckled and she nearly crumpled to the floor.
Tominaga observed this with evident pleasure, then lifted her body with practiced ease and tossed her onto the center of the bed.
"My, your legs are already unsteady. How pitiful. But this is just the beginning."
He connected leather belts from the case to the heavy fixtures installed at the four corners of the bed. Yuii's wrists and ankles, unable to resist properly as she swayed, were relentlessly fixed in place by cold metal and hard leather. Click, click—the mechanical sounds of freedom being stolen echoed coldly through the room.
Gazing down at Yuii, spread-eagle and pinned to the bed, Tominaga exhaled with satisfaction, though madness underlay his breath. For him, this "ritual of incapacitation" was nothing less than the prologue to supreme pleasure.
# Two
Tominaga's excitement accelerated rapidly once Yuii was restrained.
His breathing grew ragged, and his once-refined features began to twist grotesquely with sadistic glee. He withdrew a silver probe with a fine, sharp tip from the case.
"This drug amplifies pain sensation a hundredfold. At the slightest touch, you'll scream. Now, entertain me."
Tominaga ruthlessly tore away Yuii's clothing, dragging the instrument across her exposed white skin with cold precision.
The thin metal point was driven into her collarbone, between her ribs, and into the hypersensitive flesh of her sides. He waited eagerly for the moment when terror would twist Yuii's face and she would beg for her life. The only thing that satisfied his warped sexuality was violating her body and hearing the snap of her spirit breaking at the precipice of despair.
Yet Yuii's reaction betrayed his expectations.
Though the drug distorted the world around her, the golden ring that flickered at the boundary of her iris burned with even greater luminescence. The drug that should have amplified pain and the violation from the sharp instrument felt to Yuii, whose senses had transformed at an inhuman level, like little more than "slightly intense pressure."
(...Ah, this person... smells amazing.)
What struck Yuii's nostrils was the scent rising from the man's body—the fragrance of "abnormal sexual desire and sadistic madness." It was more concentrated than any villain she had ever encountered, a delicacy so sweet it was like rotting fruit melting on her tongue. It was the supreme aroma of an exquisite feast.
Yuii's body, burned from within by starvation, began to tremble with ecstasy. Saliva like love's essence overflowed from her throat, and she unconsciously moistened her lips with her tongue.
"Why won't you cry? Why don't you fear...! Look at me, despair!"
Tominaga, enraged by Yuii's blank expression, drove the instruments deeper and intensified his verbal assault. Yet for Yuii, this very naked hostility and desire for dominance were the finest soup of all.
She had reached her limit. She couldn't wait another second.
With a snap, otherworldly supernatural power exploded through the room.
The titanium restraint fixing Yuii's wrist was torn from its base with incredible force. Screws flew, leather belts snapped apart. In the moment Tominaga's eyes widened in shock, Yuii's slender arms were already wrapped around his neck from behind.
With movements that defied gravity, Yuii violently pinned Tominaga's thin body to the bed. The positions reversed in an instant.
"Ga, ha...!? Wh-what is this strength...!"
Yuii silenced Tominaga's cry of astonishment with her own torn lips. Not with fangs like a vampire. She exchanged deep, repeated kisses with fervent passion, pressing against his mouth and the exposed flesh of his neck.
The thick, congealed abnormal sexual desire and sadistic madness overflowing from the man's brain flowed into Yuii's throat as an invisible, dense fluid. Yuii sucked it up greedily and forcefully, like drawing through a straw.
With each touch of skin came the sweet pulse of the prey's hot blood against Yuii's eardrums. With each swallow of energy, her throat trembled in ecstatic shivers, and her limbs arched in ultimate pleasure. Pure madness was drawn directly from the man's very existence into her organs, and every cell in her body awoke with rapturous cries. There existed an obscene yet overwhelmingly seductive exchange between feeder and fed, a melting together into one inhuman communion.
The light of madness gradually faded from Tominaga's eyes. After violent convulsions, completely drained of everything, his face took on the serene smile of a saint from which even fear had vanished. Subjected to complete infantile regression and cleansed into harmless infancy, the man collapsed limply onto the bed.
# Three
Silence completely dominated the private room deep underground.
On the bed lay Tominaga, reduced to an empty husk, his madness and ego completely drained. His face bore not a trace of the sadistic cruelty from moments before—only an innocent, pure smile like that of a newborn infant.
On the floor lay the titanium restraints and mysterious silver instruments he had brought to torment Yuii, scattered haphazardly. And filling the gaps between them: thick envelopes spilling vast bundles of cash—an astronomical tip that even the shop manager had never seen.
Yuii sat at the edge of the bed, chin resting on her hand, observing the blank slate of a man before her.
The golden ring that had flickered ominously at the boundary of her iris now lay tranquil, suffused with deep satisfaction. The inhuman, savage hunger that had burned her organs so intensely had vanished as if it were all a lie. Each cell of her body was filled with supreme energy, and the black threads that had writhed beneath her skin now slept contentedly.
(...Delicious. The best so far.)
Yuii traced her own lips with her fingertip.
The "abnormal sexual desire and sadistic madness" she had extracted from the man's brain was such an exquisite, sweet delicacy that merely remembering it left her throat subtly moist. Few humans possessed such a high concentration of "negative legacy."
Under normal circumstances, Yuii would have rationally and coldly erased all traces by completely "consuming" the man whole. She would have masticated every fiber of his clothing, every drop of blood, swallowing it into a stomach like a black hole, leaving nothing behind. The police investigation, the underworld's pursuit—all would be completely obscured.
But into Yuii's uneducated yet instinct-driven, flat thought process, a new option suddenly appeared.
(Wait. ...If I eat this person completely right now, does it just end?)
Yuii tilted her head slightly, observing the man on the bed.
No matter how much she consumed, her body would begin screaming with ravenous hunger again within days. She had learned this cruel truth only too well over these past few days. Repeating the process of finding new prey, engaging in life-or-death combat, and performing tedious cover-ups was far too much "trouble" for someone who desperately desired peace.
(This shop has regular customers who visit repeatedly. The manager calls them valued clients.)
That was it—killing and consuming humans on the spot was extraordinarily inefficient.
What if she could "domesticate" this man without killing him? What if she could make him regularly bring her that melting, delicious madness that he would generate internally of his own accord? Like extracting fresh milk from a dairy cow. Or harvesting fruit from an orchard.
(If I keep him alive, that delicious madness will keep being created. When I'm hungry, he'll go mad for me. ...That's much better.)
The golden ring in Yuii's eyes regained its cold intelligence, flickering once more with brilliance.
For her, the underworld magnate before her was no longer a terrifying serial killer or an arrogant tycoon. He was merely an efficient "self-generating premium food source"—nothing more.
# Four
Yuii approached the bed and pressed her slender fingers firmly against Tominaga's chest.
The man neither resisted nor spoke—merely exhaled innocently and gazed back at Yuii's cold, golden eyes with the look of a lost child seeking his mother. Into the abyssal depths of his soul, Yuii decided to drive her inhuman will like a wedge.
"Listen carefully. I'm giving you one important rule."
Yuii's voice was so flat it dissolved into the basement air, yet it possessed absolute weight.
"From now on, whenever your head starts feeling wrong again, whenever you can't resist wanting to do those things... you come here. Not to anyone else. You come to me. Understand?"
Tominaga's body twitched slightly, wracked by both instinctive terror and the residue of overwhelming pleasure. Deep in the whitened region of his brain, Yuii's words were engraved as an "irresistible survival
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