Sect Master and Psycho Chapter 2 35 Views Mar 30, 2019

“Get up and eat."

In the morning, before I was completely awake, my mouth was stuffed with several sweet and sour wild fruits, which were all very delicious.

He did not give me enough time to swallow the first piece of fruit before continuingly shoving more into my mouth, causing me to turn my head aside and mumbled, "Slow down, can't you see that I can't eat anymore."

Since I became "pregnant," my life had been a lot better off, well at least, the lunatic won't try to get me pregnant with his seed anymore. However, this farce made my heart suffer- being treated as a woman is shameful enough, but I also have to sink so low to fake a pregnancy with this maniac.

My heart clenched in pain as I tried moving my left leg, which was tightly tied to a branch. Not yet… just a bit longer, then I will be able to stand up on this leg. Then, I can get out of the cave and scout for a way to escape.

Suddenly the maniac grabbed my jaw, and using some mysterious technique, he jabbed two fingers at my throat, causing the food to be swallowed. Afterwards, he continued to stuff wild fruit in my mouth, watching my chew and swallow, then repeating his actions over and over again.

The man also knew martial arts, and I'm afraid his apitude was not low. Maybe the reason why he turned crazy was because his training had backfired. After discovering this fact, my need to recuperate and flee became all the more imminent.

"Darling, be good." The man looked happy, stroking my head, and even wiping the fruit juice off the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

I frowned, "Don't call me darling…. My name is Han Qing Yan."

The man smiled at me, seemingly understanding what I had said, "Darling."

"Han QingYan!"

"Darling!"

"Han! Qin! Yan!"

"Darling!"

"…" I rolled my eyes at him, giving up. Why was I wasting my energy dealing with a lunatic. He can call me whatever he wants.

I shut my mouth and stopped trying to correct him. The man seemed to notice my displeasure and handed me another fruit. But this time I didn't open my mouth. I was already full and didn't want to eat it.

"Eat, the child grows… quick." He forced the fruit into my mouth.

The action caused an unknown fire to spark in my heart, resulting in me using my good leg to kick him, "Child, child, child! All you think about is the child!"

He held down my leg and his eyes instantly held a cold look, "No… move, hurting the child."      I tensed up and didn't dare to move, afraid that he'll break my leg.

This demented person is truly sick and bipolar. This great one is giving birth to his child, and he's treating me so harshly. So unappreciative.

I chewed my lips and suddenly placed on a painful expression, "I… My stomach hurts."

"Ah!" Panicked, he loosened my legs and rushed over to see what was happening.

My body was littered with injuries and scars, leaving him clueless on what to do. He resulted to carefully caressing my stomach, telling the non-existent child to "be good and don't cause any trouble."

"It's all because of you upsetting me that I disturbed the fetus' peace (动了胎气).  I, Han Qing Yan, am a person who can both bow and submit and stand tall (idiom: means that he's adaptable to situations).  Since there was not a third person in this room, there is no shame in me pretending to be a pregnant woman to save my own skin.

(动了胎气: I have no idea how to translate this; here's my take on the explanation: basically "胎气" is a traditional Chinese medicinal concept alluding to the fetus, and "动了胎气" happens when the mom is really angry and stressed, which is not good for the growing baby. So technically 动了胎气 means that Han Qing Yan could had "miscarried." COULD HAD.)

The man carefully, as if he was afraid to break me, "Darling, don't be angry," bowed his head down and kissed my belly softly.

I felt creeped out by his actions "Hey, don't always keep touching my stomach. What if you damaged it?"

As expected, the man jolted up and got as far as he can away from me, not daring to touch my stomach.

In the evening, he brought back a fish, something that he rarely does. The skin was crispy, and the meat was extremely tender. Not afraid of being burned, the man broke the meat off into pieces with his hands and fed them to me. Soon after, a majority of the fish had entered my stomach, leaving only the head, tail, and the thorny back.

After assuring that I was full, he went to the cave entrance and wolfed down the remains of the fish.

The fruits the maniac had given me this morning grew on tall branches which were full of barbs. The wounds on his hands had grown more and more abundant, and the even fruits had started to  taste like his blood.

If he had not been so brainsick, or if only he had not treated me like a woman, I would had taken him out of this hellhole when I recovered as a thanks for taking such attentive and extensive care of me. But, it's just a pity…

I took my eyes off him and closed them slowly.

Pity my ass.

I don't know how long I've slept, but I was awakened by a strange feeling between my legs. When I came through, I saw that the lunatic had taken off my pants and was spreading my legs apart.

Fucking hell. I'm pregnant and you still won't leave me alone!

Furious, I wanted to kick my leg out again, but resisted the urge, and instead pretended to be scared, "It'll… it'll hurt the child!"

The man cares about the child more than anything else, so he'll definitely have to stop.

Who knew that the man just continued parting my legs and pulled out his tool, squeezing it into the space between my legs and began to rub.

"No… go in… don't be afraid darling."

If there was a mirror, one can see my face turn black with anger as I felt the heat move between my legs.

Fuck you, you horny son of a bitch. Can't even hold it off for one day? Was it because he had been stuck in the gorge for so long?

Chapter 2 is done.

The author had some idioms and concepts that didn't have an English translation, but hopefully everything still makes sense.