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〈Kiss and Kill〉

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"Make breakfast for me."
You silently get out of bed and skillfully prepare the usual portion at the place where ingredients are stored — with an extra serving of wolf mushrooms. Wash, cook, serve.
Eden eats in silence while you remain motionless.
"I won't let you control me like this forever," you suddenly say. "I know what you're up to."
Eden looks up at you, lips twitching. You hear a disdainful scoff. "Have the guts to try."

War was always bound to start.
Dodging the knife you launched, Eden stands up, ready to fetch a gun. "You picked a nice opening move."
You rush at him, grappling. The hunter, with his experience and strength, nearly overpowers you, but you sense something from his slap. So does he.
"Mushrooms!" he grits his teeth. "I knew you'd poison breakfast, you ungrateful mongrel."

He angrily strikes your cheek, making you see stars, but you retaliate with a punch to his jaw. The mushrooms weaken the hunter, and seeing him in pain brings you some satisfaction.
Straddling him, you punch relentlessly. Eventually, Eden stops moving. Excited blood rushes to your cheeks. You stop, trembling hands nervously checking his breath.

Eden smiles.
You can't escape. The hunter's large hand precisely grips your neck. The suffocating sensation induces fear. He lifts you, his other hand starting to remove your pants. You feel like you're about to die.
"You think you can really do something to me? Prey is just prey," Eden sneers, clearly pleased with the recent events. "The first lesson for a hunter is to never underestimate the prey in a trap."

The suffocation leaves you weak. Your painful attempts to grab his arm yield no results. The hunter's interest is piqued. He even takes the time to comfort you before penetration. You, in a haze, hear his satisfied sigh.
"You like this, don't you?"
He starts, and you're nearly losing consciousness. The hunter's large hand on your neck never releases its grip. He's like— you'd rather he just killed you directly like a rabbit, instead of intentionally pressing on your windpipe with his fingers.

"...Poison was a good choice, but get the dosage right..." You only manage to hear this in a daze. You can't think. The pleasure from intercourse and the sensation of death merge into a deadly stimulant. Tears well up in your eyes as the hunter looks at you intensely.
"Are you listening?"

You're not. You reach climax.
This time it's more intense than before. Thanks to the hunter releasing you unexpectedly, you cry out, surprising even yourself. Your thighs tighten around the hunter's waist. He's already finished, watching your reaction in a daze. "...It's my fault, maybe I was too rough on you."

You can't regain your composure for a while. He tries to separate your legs. Tremors course through your entire body, unpleasant, but you have to admit it feels really good.

"...Next time, I'll find a new approach." You close your eyes, trying not to sound too unconvincing.
"You said the same last time," the hunter gets up, picking you up. Your body shivers at his touch. "Hope you've learned your lesson this time," he says wearily.
"The only lesson I've learned is that I should've poisoned you directly."
"You have to show me respect."

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Neither of you is joking. Whenever you have the chance, you'll try to poison his breakfast. But if the poison doesn't kill him, it'll be you who's close to death.

"Nice try," he knocks away the chain you tried to use to attack him during intercourse — the one attached to your collar. "Maybe you should evaluate your physical condition." His keen intuition caught onto your deepest desires from the very beginning. Your neck is filled with bruises from him; the collar can't cover them up.

"Why can't you just stay here?" He's fascinated by your body, sadly, so are you. Everything he does to you, even violence, can fundamentally subdue you.

"..." Your mouth trembles, your voice hoarse from continuous orgasms, with little strength left to speak.

Eden leans in, trying to hear what you want to say. "Say it again."

"I love you."
Crimson blood trickles down your hand. Eden stares in shock at the knife you plunged into his body. "You b***h—!"
He lets go of you to tend to his wound. You hear a string of curses from him, feeling the remnants of excitement while mentally preparing yourself.

"Despicable!" Eden returns in a furious rage. His merciless punches rain down, accompanied by his insulting words: "I protect you, take care of you, and this is what you give me!"
He couldn't go to work that day because he was busy dealing with you.

He indeed didn't abandon you in the forest for wild animals to invade or attack, which pleases you. Eden still keeps you, continuing to eat the breakfast you make. Even if you poison him sometimes or attack him, he just grumbles and then proceeds to beat and have sex with you.
"You're great, Eden." You hug him, watching a show with him on the two-seater sofa. "I love you."

You see him stiffen for a moment, lips twitching, before finally letting out a sigh. "Go figure." He pats your head.

Meanwhile, you bend down to lick his wound.