Arrival at the Village
About ten hours after the bus left Lomé, in the evening, it pulled up in front of a lodging roughly an hour from Koutammakou. The sun had tilted westward, staining everything red.
“We’ll stay here tonight and head to our assigned villages tomorrow morning. You must all be exhausted from the long ride, so rest early~ We leave at nine a.m. tomorrow.”
The travelers dragged their tired bodies, gathered their bags, and scattered to their assigned rooms. Su-yeon hauled her own luggage and stepped into the lodging she had been given. It was a simple structure of joined shipping containers, yet it had a bathroom, air conditioning, a bed—everything one might need for a single night—so it was not bad at all.
She leaned her suitcase against the wall, took out her phone, and sent a message to Min-jun.
After sending the message she stripped and went to shower.
She turned the faucet and cold water gushed out.
The icy stream struck her skin and goosebumps raced over her entire body.
Su-yeon flinched and let out a short cry. “Ah!”
“Ah! It’s freezing…”
She clenched her teeth and kept washing. Her whole body was sticky with sweat; she had to rinse even if the water was cold.
Whether from the chill or the long day, her skin soon felt cool and clean.
When she finished she dried herself roughly with a thin towel, skipped underwear, pulled on only the dress she had bought at the Lomé market, and stretched out on the bed.
“Ha… riding that long today really wore me out… I’d better sleep early.”
She closed her eyes and was asleep almost at once.
Su-yeon stood in the living room of her apartment. Min-jun sat on the sofa. His face was pale; tears streamed endlessly from his eyes.
What’s wrong with Oppa?
She tried to walk toward the sofa but something transparent blocked her way.
“Oppa! What’s going on?!”
She called to him, yet it seemed he could not hear.
“Su-yeon… Su-yeon… Please come back…”
Min-jun kept weeping and searching for her.
Then warm, solid arms wrapped around her waist from behind. It was Nicolas.
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered in a low voice.
“Su-yeon. It’s me, Nicolas. You’ve been waiting, haven’t you?”
His hand slid to her breast. Fingers found her nipple and teased it.
“Haah… Nicolas… We can’t… Oppa is… right there…”
Nicolas laughed softly against her ear.
“Haha… But your body is saying the opposite.”
He pinched the stiffened peak lightly as he spoke, then peeled the dress from her body.
“Haah… Nicolas… No… Haah…”
Even as the words left her mouth she lifted her arms to help him undress her.
“Su-yeon… You’re wet here too. I think I can put it in right away.”
His fingers stroked her folds.
“Haah… We shouldn’t… Then… Nicolas… Do it while looking at my face… Haah…”
Smiling, he turned her with his hands and laid her down. He spread her thighs and set the head of his cock against her entrance.
Squelch… Thrust…
“Haeng…”
He drove deep.
Slap… Slap… Slap…
Squelch… Squish… Squelch… Squish…
“Haahhh! Haahhh! It’s… so big…”
Nicolas gripped both her legs and drove harder, deeper.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Haahhhh—!! Haahhhh—!!”
Su-yeon locked her arms around his waist and rolled her hips to meet him.
With one final deep thrust he poured hot seed deep inside her.
In that instant his body began to dissolve like smoke.
“Nicolas…! Nicolas…!!”
She flailed, but he vanished completely.
Crack… Crack…
The transparent wall that had stood between her and Min-jun split with a sharp sound and crumbled away.
Breathing hard, Su-yeon ran to him.
“Oppa… Oppa… I’m here…!”
She opened her arms to hold him tight.
The moment her hands touched him, Min-jun’s body too melted into white smoke.
The sofa, the apartment—everything dissolved into the pale haze.
“Oppa…! Oppa…!!”
Calling his name, she plummeted into a bottomless space.
“Aaaaaah—!!”
She curled into a ball and screamed.
Thud…
After a long fall she landed on hard ground.
White fog filled every direction.
Where… is this…
She lifted her head and searched, but the mist hid everything.
Then a figure slowly took shape inside the fog.
A tall, naked Black man stood there, his body carved with dense muscle.
He looked down at her in silence.
Without a word he mounted her and drove his enormous cock into her in one stroke.
“Haahhhh—!!”
Her back arched hard. Something so thick and hard filled her completely in an instant. Pain and pleasure crashed together.
Still silent, he began to move his hips.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Haahh…! Haahh…!”
Su-yeon trembled and moaned. His massive cock battered her deepest place.
He seized both her legs and thrust even harder, deeper.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Haahhhh—!! Haahhhh—!!”
Her body shuddered violently as climax seized her.
The thick shaft slammed against her womb and flooded her with hot seed.
“Haahhhh—!!”
Su-yeon snapped her eyes open, still riding the fierce peak.
Cold air from the air conditioner washed over her. She curled beneath the blanket and spent a long while catching her breath.
It was a dream… I’ve been having so many strange dreams lately…
She sat up slowly. Soft morning sunlight spilled through the window.
She checked her phone.
8:27 a.m.
There was still a little time before the bus left.
She washed her face lightly, slipped the dress off for a moment, put on underwear, then pulled the dress back on.
8:45 a.m.
Su-yeon wheeled her suitcase outside. A few other travelers were already moving toward the bus. She followed at a calm pace.
When she climbed aboard, the driver smiled.
“Good morning. Today we go straight into the village. About an hour.”
The bus rolled out.
Endless grassland stretched beyond the windows. Now and then herds of goats grazed in the open.
10:00 a.m.
“Ms. Su-yeon, this is the village where you will stay.”
The bus stopped and the door opened. Hot wind wrapped around her face.
The driver lifted her bags from the cargo hold.
A crowd had gathered at the village entrance—men, women, elders, children—all watching her. Women in bright clothes stood on the red earth road; men wore loose shirts or sleeveless tees. Barefoot children ran about, staring with open curiosity.
“Welcome, honored guest from Korea. We welcome you with all our hearts. I am Mansa Batara, chief of this place.”
An elderly man stepped forward, smiling. He was tall, his dignified face touched with white hair.
Mansa took Su-yeon’s hand warmly. His palm was rough and hard—the hand of a man shaped by farm work. Behind him stood a powerful young man, easily 185 cm, with broad shoulders, a solid chest, and thickly muscled arms.
“This is the host who will look after you for the next three months—Kofi Batara.”
Kofi fixed his gaze on her.
Skin he had never seen in the village—milk-white flesh showing beneath the thin dress. The full swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, the curve of her hips wrapped by the fabric… his heart gave a single hard beat.
“A pleasure to meet you. I am Kofi Batara.”
His voice was low and deep.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Park Su-yeon from Korea. Please take care of me.”
Still tense, Su-yeon greeted the villagers. She offered a small smile and bowed at the waist.
Applause and cheers rose around her.
“Su-yeon, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying. Follow me.”
Kofi took her suitcase for her. She nodded and walked after him.
They moved deeper into the village. Kofi’s broad back looked solid and reliable under the sun.
Kofi Batara… somehow he seems trustworthy…
He led her to the Takienta that would be hers, then turned slowly.
“If anything’s inconvenient, tell me anytime. And this evening there’s a welcome ceremony for you. I’ll see you then.”