TWP 3: Honey

Lin You calmly opened the laboratory door.

Number 330712 neither advanced nor made any aggressive moves; he just stood there, offering Lin You a composed smile.

The overwhelming stench of blood combined with this incredibly “friendly” grin caused Lin You to furrow his brow.

Lin You wasn’t about to approach Cole like a fool without being prepared. He simply remained near the door, leaning against it as he glared at him. “Am I amusing you?”

“Not particularly,” Number 330712 shrugged. “They don’t last as long as Honey.” With that, he let out a soft chuckle, flicked the ballpoint pen in his hand, sending a speck of blood-stained flesh mixed with his saliva splattering onto the edge of Lin You’s trousers.

After flicking the pen, he cast an indifferent glance at Lin You’s pants before, seemingly satisfied with his masterpiece, picking up the ballpoint pen again for closer examination.

Lin You took a deep breath of impatience, unconsciously covering his lower left abdomen.

There were still two holes in that area, the result of Number 330712’s fourth escape attempt last month.

Every day, some experimental subject tried to escape, but none had ever succeeded—except for Number 330712, who had managed to flee several times.

But his escapes didn’t seem aimed at leaving this place; rather, they appeared as if he was searching for something… or perhaps playing? Toying with these beings who thought they could control him?

He effortlessly breached even the highest security levels.

First time through sheer force,

Second time by feigning near-death, biting down on the guard’s neck to steal the keys,

Third time using that incredibly deceptive appearance, successfully seducing a female assistant. By the time the guards arrived, he was already gnawing on her head.

“I thought brains of higher intelligence might taste better, but it doesn’t seem it make much difference,” he mused, sitting on the ground. He cradled the head in his arms, its expression frozen in shock and despair as he tore into it. Blood and flesh splattered around his mouth, framing his wide grin of gleaming teeth stained pink with brain matter mixed with blood.

“Although not particularly tastier… she sure was beautiful.”

With those words, he chuckled, then lifted the wide-eyed head and pressed his lips against it.

The fourth time he broke through the defenses, Lin You happened to be present – their first encounter within the research institute. As a welcome gesture, 330712 promptly opened two holes in Lin You’s abdomen.

At that time, Lin You only wanted to get things over with as quickly as possible. He had no idea he’d witness 330712 personally bite through his restraints.

Just like that, grinning into Lin You’s eyes, mouthful after mouthful… 330712 tore through the bindings around him.

This is bad. Having mocked Raid for enduring this madman for so long, Lin You now faced his first life-threatening crisis—perhaps this was what his mother constantly nagged him about: karma.

He reacted swiftly, bellowing at the guards nearby, “What’re you waiting for? Draw your guns!” Simultaneously, he turned and pressed the alarm button behind him. All the guards immediately raised their weapons, aiming them at subject 330712.

The alarm screeched, piercing the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by several loud gun shots, 330712 effortlessly dodged the bullets. With two swift claws, he slaughtered all the guards surrounding Lin You.

Lin You glanced sideways at the guards’ corpses, barely able to catch his breath amidst the distress.

“Don’t move, turn around—” The voice came from behind Lin You, pressing him tightly against the wall. Lin You frowned, trying to slow his breathing, but his heart seemed ready to leap out of his chest. Striving to maintain composure, he slowly turned to face the speaker.

When No. 330712 stood up, he was nearly a head taller than Lin You, his figure blocking Lin You’s line of sight. The shadow cast over Lin You’s face as those golden eyes fixed upon the identification tag hanging from his neck with keen interest.

“Lin You?” No. 330712’s voice was low and raspy, as if unused to speaking for long periods. When pronouncing his name phonetically, there was still some tape residue at the corner of his mouth, making his words slightly indistinct.

“Hey—can you guess what I’m thinking about?” No. 330712 lowered his gaze, a wide smile spreading across his lips. His neat row of teeth, including canines, came into view before Lin You.

“If you guess correctly… maybe I’ll spare you?”

Upon hearing this, Lin You’s pupils instantly contracted.

He tried hard to maintain composure, but his slightly furrowed brow and the sheen of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

No. 330712 swallowed audibly, chuckling softly, “I was wondering…”

“…how tasty your brain might be.”

At these words, Lin You looked up, meeting that pair of bright golden eyes, his own pupils unconsciously shrinking.

Smiling, No. 330712 gently plucked the ballpoint pen from Lin You’s hand, playing with it thoughtfully.

With a soft click, he pressed down the pen tip.

“Assistant Lin You, you’re quite tall,” Number 330712 observed.

As he spoke, he used his pen to lift a strand of hair from near Lin You’s ear, leaving a streak of dark blue ink on his pale skin.

The sensation of the ballpoint pen slicing through his skin sent shivers down Lin You’s spine. He involuntarily tensed his shoulders, a movement not lost on Number 330712.

Noticing the mark by his ear, the corners of Number 330712’s mouth curved into a smirk. “And you’re very pretty too. Eating attractive people is always quite enjoyable.”

He put away the pen, raised Lin You’s chin with one hand, and leaned in even closer.

As if searching for something extraordinary on Lin You’s face, he tilted his head, scrutinizing it intently. His breath puffed against Lin You’s cheeks.

Lin You’s features were sharp and well-defined. Beneath his glasses, his eyes seemed deep-set yet harbored an indescribable gloominess. His lips lacked color, matching the pallor of his face—a hue suggesting prolonged absence from sunlight and extreme exhaustion.

Clearly, the glasses did nothing to soften his facial contours. With his complexion too ashen, and his brows and features somewhat overly pronounced, the stark contrast between black and white gave him an air of cold detachment and emotional shallowness.

Number 330712 smiled; devouring attractive people always made him feel good.

The research institute frequently sent over beautiful women, claiming they wanted him to create children with his genes. He never refused anyone—after all, he liked slender men just as much as full-figured women. Yes, a woman’s fat-to-muscle ratio had to be perfect for her to look pleasing and not become too unappetizing when eaten.

He didn’t have sex with these people; instead, he consumed them. Although Raid tried to separate “food” from potential mates, Number 330712 didn’t care—he actually preferred eating those who looked nice.

Besides, watching an attractive face while biting into someone’s brain was especially satisfying.

Number 330712 carefully examined Lin You’s face before his gaze traveled down to the neck hidden beneath the high-collared sweater. He began fantasizing about licking Lin You’s delicate skin, using his sharp teeth to break through it first. He would start by sucking on that sweet blood, then slowly bite down and chew the tender yet resilient muscles. The brain should be saved for last—it was his favorite part, relishing the slightly sticky grease lingering in his mouth…

Unconsciously smiling, he lowered his head to inhale Lin You’s scent mixed with tobacco smoke.

“You smell so sweet, like honey,” he murmured.

“…Your blood… it’s very unique?” The words tumbled out as if he had discovered new territory, his eyes widening with excitement. He pierced Lin You’s neck skin with his ballpoint pen. The person beneath him shuddered lightly, and blood quickly seeped from the wound.

But a hint of confusion flashed across Number 330712’s face. He leaned in close to Lin You’s neck, sniffing intently. His expression grew somewhat bewildered and strange.

The blood of this person before him smelled unusually strong, like an overly deliberate mix of apples and candy. Yet, he couldn’t deny that this scent was indeed very appealing to him.

He could almost imagine how extraordinary the sweetness would be as Lin You’s flesh melted in his mouth—

As he lay against Lin You’s neck, continuously inhaling that peculiar fragrance, his head suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

“Honey, you’re so fragrant—” 

Number 330712 panted softly, kissing along the side of Lin You’s neck while speaking. He sipped at the blood droplets, each lick sending countless waves of pleasure surging through his limbs. Unable to resist closing his eyes, he let out a soft, sensual laugh. 

“I can tell you’ll be the most delicious one I’ve ever eaten!”

Lin You furrowed his brow slightly.

“…Is that so? Should I thank you for your compliment then?” As he spoke, Lin You pulled away from him, stopping Number 330712’s attempt at a lick-kiss.

Those deep-set eyes held none of the emotions familiar to Number 330712—fear, disdain, or loathing.

Instead, they were utterly calm, unnaturally so, as if the person before him wasn’t a murderous and cannibalistic experiment, but merely a helpless little boy.

Lin You took hold of Number 330712’s hand, pressing the still-bloodied ballpoint pen against his own chest. “If you’re going to eat me, don’t stab around aimlessly. Go for this spot—it’ll kill you faster.”

Oh? Not afraid of death, huh? Or perhaps… just stalling for time?

Number 330712 snorted softly, leaning in close to Lin You’s ear. “How thoughtful of you, honey.” His warm breath tickled Lin You’s earlobe, sending strange currents of heat flowing along the edge of his ear.

He was pleased to feel Lin You flinch with disgust and discomfort, shoulders tensing. The ballpoint pen traced along the side of Lin You’s neck, leaving dark blue marks on that pale, flawless skin, as if trying to coax more sweetly delicious blood from the wound.

“But I prefer biting,” came the whispered response.

The two bodies were pressed intimately close, with Lin You practically cradled in Number 330712’s embrace, their entire forms flush against each other. The man relentlessly ground his lower body against Lin You’s thigh, making it quickly apparent to Lin You that something had changed below the belt.

He glanced downward at Number 330712’s erect form; even the sickly uniform couldn’t conceal the unmistakable tent pitched by his burning-hot arousal.

Lin You stared speechlessly as Number 330712 continued to rub excitedly against his pant leg.

Noticing Lin You’s gaze, Number 330712 didn’t pause but instead flashed him a smile so sweet it seemed dipped in honey—so cloying it nearly made Lin You retch.

“Do you always act this lewd before devouring someone?” Lin You asked silently as he wrapped his arms around Number 330712, allowing the man’s head to rest on his shoulder.

This sudden intimacy caught Number 330712 off guard for a moment. Yet as he breathed in the scent of Lin You’s neck, as if sensing the very essence of blood coursing through his veins, he began contentedly nuzzling Lin You’s shoulder, drowning in an aroma that numbed his mind like a potent drug.

“No, just a fleeting impulse,” Number 330712 replied languidly, basking in Lin You’s embrace and indulging in his scent. He felt utterly relaxed, almost unable to think clearly—a sensation akin to drifting in post-orgasmic bliss after sex.

“Because Honey tastes very sweet, I like it.”

“You enjoy thrusting food, don’t you?” Lin You looked up and said calmly, “Humans don’t have such perverse interests as using food for masturbation before eating it.”

Lin You paused, then emphasized, “Neither do dogs.”

“No, Honey, usually I wouldn’t think of masturbating or thrusting food.” Number 330712 licked the side of Lin You’s neck, enjoying his sensitive shivers and stifled groans. “But I want to thrust into you.”

…That was truly a fucking honor.

“What difference do you see between me and food in your eyes?” Lin You scoffed.

Feeling quite good, Number 330712 didn’t answer his question but only kissed the side of Lin You’s face.

“Honey, although I don’t like eating corpses, just to avoid hurting you, I can also accept necr*philia,” Number 330712 chuckled softly.

Upon hearing this, before Lin You could react, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

Looking down, he saw that Number 330712 had stabbed an ballpoint pen into his left side.

Fuck! The experiment and research institute.

Lin You stared at the ballpoint pen stuck in his stomach, cursing inwardly.

A psycho has opened a hole in my belly, planning to kill me, defile my corpse, and eat me—what a complete process, damn.