Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Chapter 7: The Karma of Consuming Too Much Smut

Nathan/Seraphel

"Fuck!"

I cried out in agony, nearly collapsing back onto the pile of flesh as a burning pain shot through my lower body like liquid fire. My entire backside felt swollen, heavily bruised, and completely ruined. freēwebnovel.com

The moment I tried to shift my weight, a thick, sticky fluid trickled down my trembling thighs.

That absolute monster had really fucked me half to death.

Tears burned the backs of my eyes immediately, blurring my vision.

"Why the hell am I still here?" I shouted hysterically into the cavernous corpse pit, my voice cracking with desperation. "Why the hell am I not back in my own world?"

Nothing answered my cries except an eerie, hollow silence.

The massive pit suddenly felt suffocating, closing in on me from all sides. The dead omegas surrounding me no longer looked like background characters or nameless plot devices from a smut novel.

They looked terrifyingly real. Some of them looked incredibly young, and I knew they were not fucked by Azriel, but he must have killed them during his crazier moments.

Some of the omegas still clutched each other tightly, holding on even in death.

One omega lying near the corner of the pit had dark, dried tear tracks stained clearly across his pale, beautiful face.

My chest tightened painfully with a mixture of horror and grief. I had treated The Book of Lust like a fluffy story and only read the smut parts, forgetting that it was much darker than that.

This wasn’t what I expected. These people had actually lived and died. And according to the progression of the original story... Seraphel, I was supposed to be one of them.

Panic surged through my veins once again, giving me a sudden burst of adrenaline.

"I need to get out of here right now." My voice shook badly as I spoke the words aloud. "Where is the system?" I asked no one in particular, staring around. "Where is my cheat ability? Where is my inventory? Where is my welcome package? Give me something."

In most popular transmigration stories, there was always a system to guide the transmigrator, but there was nothing.

"You have got to be kidding me." I looked around suspiciously, waiting for a glowing blue screen to pop up. "Hello? System?"

Nothing.

"Oh, this is absolute bullshit!" I screamed again, but no matter how hard I screamed, nothing happened. I couldn’t stay here for long, so I searched for a way out.

Ignoring the white-hot agony screaming through my abused body, I forced myself to begin climbing upward over the unstable pile of corpses.

My shaking hands grabbed onto torn silks, cold arms, and slippery, blood-stained stones as I desperately dragged my weight toward the far edge of the pit.

Several times, my footing gave out, and I nearly slipped all the way back down into the center of the pile.

The smell alone made me want to throw up everything in my stomach.

By the time my fingers latched onto the solid rim and I dragged myself over the top, my entire body was trembling violently from exhaustion.

I collapsed heavily onto the cold, black stone floor just beside the pit, gasping greedily for clean air.

For several long seconds, I could only lie there completely paralyzed, staring blankly upward at the sky.

Then, the absurdity of reality hit me all over again.

I had transmigrated into what I had expected to be a porn novel because I ignored the storyline. I got brutally fucked by the Prince of Lust, and now I was trapped in a dark kingdom where omegas were quite literally discarded like garbage the exact moment the sex was over.

"I am so completely screwed," I muttered, and then I looked around, still searching for any sign of a system, but there was none.

I was completely alone.

A sudden freezing draft of air brushed against my skin, making me shiver, and I froze completely. Slowly, with a sinking feeling in my chest, I looked down at myself.

I was completely naked.

"Oh my God." My face instantly burned with an overwhelming heat of pure horror. "I can’t believe that I am walking around butt naked in corpse juice right now."

A hysterical, unhinged laugh nearly escaped my lips before panic swallowed it whole again.

Was this my karma for consuming too much smut? What the hell was I supposed to do now? Where was I even supposed to go in a place like this?