I think something that gets me so much about Wen Kexing in Word of Honor, is his line "It's too late." He uses it twice when Zhou Zishu is going on about how he's finally found Zhen Yan again, and then a few more times when Shen Shen confronts him about his parents. At that point, he cries out in despair- "They're both dead, along with Zhen Yan." And it's just so completely gutting.
I have a unique experience of being betrayed, of my family being hurt, by people who I trusted, who formed a large part of my community, my identity, and who I thought would help us in time of need. It led to such a horrible traumatic experience, for all of us. And it does feel like a part of me has died. I keep meeting people who are part of this community (and have nothing to do with the others) and they still believe in it and wonder why I don't. But the reality is, I don't have the ability to anymore. I suspect I will regard this community with distrust and skepticism for years to come. It is indeed too late. The part of me that believed is long gone, replaced with anger and trauma that will never fully heal.
I am in a unique position to understand why Wen Kexing had such a burning desire to burn the world down and himself along with it. Because sometimes, all you want to do after such a horrible betrayal is hurt the ones who hurt you. Calling them dogs and demons doesn't even faze me. Even though there is good people in the mix, they didn't do anything to help and so they're going to be part of the pyre too.
So at the end of the series, when Wen Kexing takes his revenge on Zhao Jing, and calls out the Jianghu for namedropping his father but not helping them, it gives me a very sick sense of satisfaction. That's what I wish I could do as well, but I can only engage in the catharsis that fiction allows.
Wen Kexing is a fucked up little guy. But he's my fucked up little guy. And I understand him perfectly.
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sukuna finally, finally gets to see and taste his pretty best friend under him ⁀ ❣︎
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"ryo... stop staring," you whine softly as your fingers thread through his messy pink hair, throat bobbing up and down in nervousness. your best friend had made himself comfortable between your soft thighs, strong and tattooed arms wrapped around them like muscular garter belts, keeping you pried open for him and him only.
what started out as a relatively innocent night, watching movies with ryomen sukuna - your best friend of as long as you can remember - suddenly and somehow ended up with him between your legs, his crimson eyes focused intently on your glistening pussy.
sure, maybe the movie choice got the two of you a bit heated, the two main characters going at it like rabbits, the lewd sounds of squelching filling sukuna's living room. maybe it was the way that sukuna could hear your breath hitch when the male lead went down on the female protagonist.
or maybe it's the way he saw your luscious thighs squeeze together when he finally penetrated her, your body aching for that exact feeling.
and before you know it, the two of you were making out messily to the sounds of heavy moaning from the tv. the pink-haired man swiftly switches it off seeing as he would much rather hear your pretty noises. if he could, he'd inject your whimpers and sighs straight into his bloodstream.
your mind spins with arousal, the tension in the room heady with anticipation as you feel sukuna's warm breath fan against your aching core.
"tch, bossy brat," his gravelly voice breaks you out of your lust-filled stupor, your eyes darting down to meet his ones. "i'll stare for as long as i want to."
his gaze drops from yours and back to the sight before him, his thumb dragging down your slit to collect your honeyed juices as a satisfied hum leaves his throat.
"to think my best friend has been leavin' this pretty thing all to herself," sukuna mumbles to himself, his fingers spreading your pussy lips to let him see more of you. "bossy 'n selfish. ought to be punished."
he watches you, your body clenching and unclenching, clenching and unclenching, that tight little hole almost calling out to him, begging for him to fill it up with his huge and heavy cock.
"and to think i'm the first man to have ever seen this," your best friend spits, the glob of saliva landing straight on your pearl which drags out the sweetest gasp and whimper from you. "aren't i a lucky son of a bitch?"
the rough and calloused pad of his thumb circles that twitching nub on your body, the action causing you to squirm and buck even more, your ankles digging into the muscular planes of his back. your pussy drools onto the couch, your body leaking liquid sugar as he stares at your dribbling hole.
"what a waste," he continues to mutter to himself, another condescending tch leaving his lips. "what would you do without me?"
and before you know it, your best friend clamps his slightly chapped lips against your clit, sucking it harshly into his eager mouth.
"sukuna!" you yelp in response, fingers tugging aggressively into his pink locks which drags out a guttural groan, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through your spine.
"watch the hair, woman," he warns you, settling in and hunkering down between your thighs even more. "you're interruptin' my meal. and you know how i am with my food."
sukuna resumes his ministrations, flicking and rolling your clit with his tongue expertly. he writes his name out, the pink muscle spelling out each letter languidly, staking claim on your pussy – his pussy. it's messy and loud, the squelching that fills the room now, a harmonious yet lewd symphony when paired with your whimpers. sukuna slurps up your slick, his tongue darting into your hole to taste you directly from the source.
"so fuckin' sweet," he groans into you, his nose bullying your sensitive bundle of nerves as he dives in almost impossibly deeper, making out so sloppily with your pussy. "sweetest pussy i've ever had."
"ryo– m'gonna–" you whimper out, legs tensing and shivering, ankles digging, back arching. "please, pleasepleaseplease–"
"please what, brat?" sukuna quips back almost immediately, his crimson eyes pinning you down with a sharp gaze as he focuses on your expressions now. "use your words, pretty girl."
you try your best to formulate your wants, your needs through a sukuna-induced haze that has settled in your mind. your eyes are glassy and teary, drool pooling at the sides of your lips as your best friend eats your virgin body out within an inch of your life.
"please make me cum, ryooo," you hiccup, a harsh whine following your words when he slurps your sweetened juices loudly, causing you to flush in embarrassment and pleasure.
"good girl."
and just like that, he doubles down on his actions, dragging out a yelp of his name from your throat as your fingers tug and pull on his hair. it's messy and sloppy and loud, the noises that sukuna is making from between your thighs. the only thing in his mind right now is to make you cum. and hard.
he wanted to be the only one in your mind, tarnishing your innocent body with such pure, unadulterated pleasure that you wouldn't be able to find anyone else after this...
not that he would let his pretty best friend even have the chance to find someone else. not when you taste this sweet.
the bubble that has been brimming at the bottom of your spine finally pops with a candied cry of sukuna's name as a similar groan leaves his lips. and you realise, your name has never sounded more sinful.
he guides you through your orgasm, his tongue languidly coaxing more of your sweetened slick from your pulsing hole until he pulls away.
but before you could sit up to finally take everything in, sukuna drags his thumb through your swollen slit, an overstimulated whine leaving your lips once again. a dark chortle follows, his crimson eyes meeting your glassy ones, his glistening lips pulling up into a cocky smirk as a cocky question falls from them.
"you can give me one more, yeah, pretty?"
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