Lee Ji-yu: Starting with Her Mother

"The wooden fish?" Hwa-ryun toyed with the instrument resting before him. "I stopped the sutras and the wooden fish for fear of interfering with the ritual underway in that room. You don't mind, do you, benefactor?"

That was the answer I got when I asked why he wasn't striking it.

"No. But I feel bad for you, Master Hwa-ryun. You can hear the sounds of the rite from here."

Hwa-ryun simply smiled. There was something mischievous in the expression, the dense web of wrinkles deepening as he leaned in close and whispered,

"I'm at an age where the cock neither rises nor stands. It's fine, benefactor."

Holy hell.

The bald, self-deprecating mention of his cock, delivered with complete nonchalance. They say a monk's spiritual power often scales with how foul his mouth is — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and hearing Hwa-ryun's thick, unfiltered banter, time slipped past faster than I expected.

Then, at some point, the exorcism rite cut off. From the room came only a woman's muffled, sobbing cries.

"Looks like they failed. The prayers have stopped. Amitabha."

Tok-tok-tok.

He tapped the wooden fish and flipped through the Chinese-character scripture open before him. The crisp knocks of the instrument set something stirring in my chest, and my head felt strangely clear.

"Maha prajna paramita hrdaya sutra… Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practicing deep prajna paramita…"

The Heart Sutra. Hearing all kinds of things today.

I could feel the spiritual power in it — a resonant voice that struck the soul. It was a strong, upright voice that did not match the small frame of a monk well past sixty, even seventy.

Creak.

Two men in Catholic priest's vestments emerged weakly through the door. Na-yeon lowered her head and wept at the sight of them; the two priests hung their heads the same way, looking like men who had committed a sin. The large bags they carried seemed heavy — made heavier still by their limp, hanging arms.

"Sister, we're sorry. It was beyond our capacity. The evil spirit is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far too strong. But… who is this?"

"Tok-tok. Avalokitesvara. Father Park Yo-han — he says he's Michael's disciple."

Both men's faces brightened at once. Even the exorcist priests knew Michael, it seemed. The priest in his forties — the one called Yo-han — stepped forward and seized my hand.

"Ah!!! I was just about to ask Brother Michael for help, but I heard he rushed back to LA yesterday and I didn't know what to do. The Lord is with us."

"Yes, Father Yo-han. Ah… I'm Father Joseph. His disciple as well, and soon to be ordained as an exorcist of the Holy See."

The younger priest in his thirties approached and offered a formal greeting.

Not that it would have mattered — even if they'd asked Michael, he wouldn't have taken the job. He'd said he only exorcised lust spirits.

"A pleasure, Father Yo-han, Father Joseph. I'm a lapsed Catholic myself, but I was baptized as a child. Kim Andrea. My name is Kim Ian."

"Oh. A pleasure. Lapsed or not, what does it matter? As long as you catch ghosts well."

Yo-han held out a business card and stared at me pointedly — the kind of look that pressed, So why aren't you giving me yours?

"I don't have cards yet."

"Then at least put your number in here. Anyone who would attempt to exorcise an Aegwi of this caliber is someone we'll need help from often. And Michael's disciple, no less."

I typed my number into the phone he held out. Father Yo-han beamed and went over to Master Hwa-ryun. I entered my number into Joseph's phone as well.

"Please let me know the result today, Master."

"Keh-keh. Of course. Proper exorcists have to look out for each other. Amitabha."

The priests picked up their bags, bid Na-yeon farewell, and left the house. The dragging steps they'd had leaving the room were gone; their gait looked almost light, as if a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

Master Hwa-ryun sat before the door again and resumed chanting the Heart Sutra. I opened my Soul Eyes.

Whoa. The monk's soul is about one and a half times a normal person's — and clean.

I checked Na-yeon as well. No spirits clinging to her. I nodded and opened the door.

"Mother, come with me. And when I tell you to strip, you strip immediately. We may need to perform the exorcism with your yin energy already taken in."

Na-yeon looked flustered. For some reason I wanted to torment her further, but the Heart Sutra rolling in from outside kept shaking something in my chest.

"Th… yes."

I stepped into the room. Na-yeon followed. I stared blankly at the woman bound tight in a restraint suit.

The Aegwi was visible beside her, but for the moment it was her face that hit me.

A pure, clear beauty. A beauty on Hye-yun's level.

How were there this many gorgeous women I'd never even noticed before? She even lived in the apartment complex just across the main road from mine.

I examined the Aegwi. It was wearing a Japan Self-Defense Force uniform — Japanese, then. The uniform looked somewhat dated.

"Hmm. Japanese military uniform."

"Amitabha. Then Na-yeon benefactor can rest a little easier. I could only faintly sense the soul's form… How large was it, benefactor?"

"An enormous evil spirit — about two and a half times a normal human soul. Judging by the uniform, an Aegwi at least twenty-five years old."

Tok-tok-tok.

"Amitabha… Maha prajna…"

Hwa-ryun's sigh reached me, then the wooden fish again. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shut the door and looked at Na-yeon. Even with the door closed, Hwa-ryun's chanting came through crystal clear, and the woman named Ji-yu twisted her body every time the sutra rolled out.

"Strip. An Aegwi of this level may be more than Mother alone can handle, but we'll do our best."

"Hic… yes."

Na-yeon's hands were shaking hard. The one mercy was that she was divorced — so this wouldn't be adultery.

"Strip, and repeat after me. Ego servus Kim Ian sum."

I whispered it quietly into her ear, wondering if Master Hwa-ryun knew Latin.

"Ego servus Kim Ian sum."

Time stopped.

"Slave."

She wasn't a Myeong-gi, and she wasn't a Baekboji either — disappointing — but I finished every setting anyway.

Time flowed again.

"Hurry. Strip."

The Aegwi wore an irritated expression and kept whispering rapidly into Ji-yu's ear. The exorcism rite must have agitated it badly. I could see their souls tangled together by about twenty percent.

Deal with the Aegwi after I take Na-yeon, then insert into Ji-yu. That should do it.

Ji-yu had a gag in her mouth, both arms crossed over her chest like a mummy and bound behind her back. Her eyes alone were wide open, listening to every word we said.

"Mmph-mmph."

Even her head was restrained, yet she tried to shake it, glaring at me — a look that said, Just try touching me.

I smirked and watched Na-yeon peeling off her clothes.

Mother and daughter differed considerably in build. Kim Na-yeon was about 160 cm with D-cup breasts and a 36-inch hip; her daughter Lee Ji-yu looked to be in the low 170s.

Kim Na-yeon pulled off her top, then her skirt, and unhooked her black bra.

Sway.

Her breasts swung free, bouncing. The elasticity was surprisingly good for her age.

Whoa. This woman works out too, huh.

A slim waist, and for a fleeting moment a faint pair of abs showed and vanished. She hesitated under my gaze, then hooked her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them where they caught at her calves.

Beautiful. Body, face — all of it.

I really am lucky. Or maybe this is the Constellations looking out for me.

"Mmph-mmph!!!"

Ji-yu had been screaming the whole time, the sound swallowed by the gag. Na-yeon glanced toward her daughter and flushed.

"Go over there, put your hands on the wall, and push your ass out for me, would you?"

I pointed right beside the bed where Lee Ji-yu was bound. Na-yeon's eyes went wide and she shook her head.

"Mother's fluids need to splash onto Miss Ji-yu. That makes the effect stronger."

I said whatever came out of my mouth. She knew nothing about exorcism — and least of all about a sex-based method — so whatever I said was the exorcism rite.

She hung her head deeply, then walked slowly over beside her daughter.

"You really… have to cure her. My daughter."

Na-yeon whispered it low. At the end there was even a flicker of killing intent. She had a temper under the surface.

"Yes. As long as Mother follows properly…"

The rear view of Na-yeon walking toward the wall, and Ji-yu's eyes trembling as she stared at her mother's naked body — it was deeply satisfying. I grinned and started stripping piece by piece.

Hands on the wall, she timidly pushed her hips back.

"Push your ass out more. Arch your lower back as far as it'll go, and keep your upper body upright."

"Yes."

Flexible enough — she took the pose exactly as ordered. I shoved my underwear down and approached her slowly.

My hand settled on her ass and Na-yeon flinched hard. Feeling the springy flesh, I worked my cock with my right hand until it was fully hard. It slapped up against my stomach, so erect it almost hurt, veins ridging thick under my fingers.

I smiled at Ji-yu, who was staring at my cock in pure shock.

"I'll put it in you the moment you've taken in Na-yeon's yin energy. That'll cure the Aegwi too."

"Mmph-mmph!!!"

I'd already shut off Soul Eyes. No need to look at ghosts while having sex.

I took my cock in hand and split her cleft from below, dragging the head upward.

Tremble.

Her outer lips massaged the glans. A clean pussy that didn't match her age — I liked it.

"Hnn…"

The moment the cock touched her she jerked, dropped her head, and let out a soft moan. She looked back over her shoulder; fear showed in her eyes. The size was clearly beyond anything she'd imagined.

"It's too big. That… you're not seriously…"

"It's fine. Think of your daughter."

"Even so. This is… too…"

Thrust.

A hundred explanations mean nothing until someone feels it once. I lined the head up with her entrance and pushed in. The glans forced Na-yeon's pussy wide open as it sank home.

"Haaang!!!! Ah!!!"

She'd been looking back; her mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure surging up through her. Then she faced the wall again and let out a full, raw cry.

That's it. Once it's in, it's over.

Her pussy had been stiff with tension; the moment the pleasure spiked, she poured out slick fluid and began chewing greedily around my cock. The glans parted her inner folds — no, expanded the entire canal — driving deeper. Every time, Na-yeon shuddered and cried out.

"Haaaang!!!!"

"Na-yeon, mind if I drop the formalities?"

I leaned in and whispered against her ear. She nodded.

"Yesh!!!"

I smirked. Then I shoved the head through the gap beneath her cervix and started rotating my hips.

Grind. Grind.

"Aaang!! Aaaang!!"

Na-yeon felt every turn of my waist. I pressed my chest to her back and kneaded her large breasts. Soft. Full and taut, with good spring. Small areolas; the nipples a light brown, standing firm.

I worked her breasts, then rolled a nipple between my fingers while my left hand found her clit and started circling it.

"Haang!! It feels good!!"

"Call me Master. Think you can forget this?"

"No!!! Master!!!"

I switched hands — right on her clit, left rolling the left nipple. The pleasure rising from pussy, clit, and nipples scrambled her completely; she threw her head back and leaned her weight into me.

I stopped the Spinning and slid my hands down toward her thighs.

"Put your arms back and wrap them around me. We're going to fuck over your daughter now and spray her with your fluids. That all right?"

"Yesh!!!."

I smirked again. The woman who'd hesitated so hard about doing this in front of her daughter had already gone mad with pleasure.

She reached back and locked her arms around my body. I brought my spread feet together, lifted her clean off the ground, hooked both of her knees up, and crossed my arms through them to lock the hold.

Deulbak position.

My arms and the crooks of her knees crossed into a stable frame. I climbed onto the bed and planted my feet on either side of Ji-yu's shoulders.

Looking down, I found Ji-yu staring in horror at the place where her mother and I were joined. Bloodshot eyes. Rage climbing all the way to the top of her head.

"Don't hold it in — you have to cum. If you want to save your daughter. On her face. Got it, Na-yeon?"

"Hnn. Yes, Master."

I gripped her waist with both hands and pulled out. When the head reached her inner lips, I drove up hard.

Thud!!!

"Haang!!!"

Thud-thud-thud-thud

"Haaaaang!!!! Ghk… Master, I'm at my limit."

Barely five upward thrusts and Na-yeon's body was trembling all over.

"Cum!!!"

Her pussy fluttered in fine shudders; the signs of climax were already there. Then the surging fluids I could feel around my cock. Confirming she'd peaked, I ramped up the urge to ejaculate and slammed into her hard.

"Ghh… haaang!!!!!!"

Spurt-spurt

I felt my urethra stretch as the semen fired.

Memorization? Not bad. I've had plenty to memorize lately.

The moment the semen hit her, Na-yeon had been choking and gasping; I felt her mind come back online. She leaned against me, breathing in soft, ragged exhales, her violently racing heart transmitting through her back into my chest.

Sensing the ejaculation was finished, I looked down. Ji-yu's face was a mess from the sprayed fluids. I pictured the semen about to drip from her mother's pussy and ruin that face further.

Schlick — pop

Drip. Splat.

"Haang…"

I heard the bright wet sound of cum hitting Ji-yu's face and grinned as I looked down again. White semen painted her; she glared up at me with her eyes wide open. I slowly set Na-yeon down.

Na-yeon's pussy settled against the gag.

"Na-yeon. You have to suck up every drop of spilled semen. It's yang energy."

"Yes?… Yes."

She tasted the cum once, grimaced, then her face smoothed out — and she began greedily licking up every drop that had fallen around Ji-yu.

I went to the desk, picked up a box cutter, and climbed back onto the bed. I moved to the tightly bound legs and cut away the restraint suit below the waist.

Slice. Riiip.

Ji-yu's smooth legs came free. The moment they were unbound she thrashed, trying to kick me. I locked both legs in a hard grip and forced them wide open to either side. She couldn't overcome strength laced with divine power; she glared, then tears spilled over.

Feels exactly like rape.

The thought only excited me further. I sat in tight against her pussy.

Thud.

I laid my fluid-slick cock on top of her panties. She resisted — but the legs locked in my grip didn't so much as twitch.

I pinned her spread thighs with my knees, then cut the waistband of her panties with the box cutter. When I yanked them down, her jungle was exposed. The tightly clenched pussy made my cock surge hard again, twitching.

I clicked the blade back in and tossed the cutter and the panties behind me.

Just then Na-yeon stretched out her tongue toward the semen still on her daughter's body. Watching a mother lick her own daughter's face clean made my cock swell even harder.