Lee Ji-yu

Sadism.

Watching Na-yeon lick Ji-yu's face, I locked eyes with her.

Ji-yu's face was contorted, large eyes spilling tears in steady streams.

Only then did I manage to reclaim some of my senses and recognize that something was deeply wrong.

It's because I browsed Kang Ho's memories.

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Mental Protection had never triggered, and I had let my guard down. Now I would pay the full price for that carelessness.

A savage gaze—eyes that had taken heavy mental damage—turned on me, and I even felt murderous intent radiating from them.

The life Kang Ho had lived in Los Angeles, the one I had casually opened while waiting for him at the café. Reading his thoughts had left its mark on me.

Mental Protection.

A faint drain of stamina washed through me. Then a cool sensation poured down from the crown of my head, wrapped my entire body, and vanished.

Only then did Ji-yu's glaring, tear-streaked face come into proper focus.

A woman who was not even a target of revenge. An almost painfully pure beauty. A pitiful girl who had fallen victim to an Aegwi. Guilt rose in me over what I was doing to her right now.

Yet even that guilt dissolved under the aftershock of Mental Protection, and my mind immediately began calculating how to salvage the situation.

Had I truly crossed an uncrossable river with Ji-yu?

The woman Hye-yun had begged me so desperately to help. The thought of letting a beauty on Hye-yun's level slip away sent unbearable rage surging through me—rage directed at myself.

When I lowered my eyes I saw her pussy twitching. Love juices were already sliding down. I stared blankly, then reached out and stroked the valley between her legs. The slick texture was unmistakable.

I had been reluctant about the dense thatch, yet it was clearly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠arousal, and her entrance fluttered in tiny, involuntary spasms.

She felt it. Watching me fuck her mother.

It was like light breaking into a sealed dark room. Of course I knew even a woman being raped could produce wetness. When I set the guilt I felt toward her against the raw possessiveness she inspired, the scales tipped with absolute clarity.

Since it's come to this, I push forward.

"Uup… uup."

"Miss Ji-yu. I'm neither a sex maniac nor a rapist, so would you kindly drop that murderous look?"

I spoke in a carefully polite tone. Her eyes, however, seemed to be screaming at me to take my hand off her pussy, as if my words never reached her.

"Don't you want to live? You know what an Aegwi is. The one clinging to you right now is a particularly vicious specimen. If I fail to deal with it, I'll kneel, apologize, and do whatever you command."

"…"

The muffled thrashing stopped. Her pupils trembled; the killing intent in her eyes thinned. Inside I roared with triumph.

Those shaking eyes were the eyes of pure conflict. Survival instinct—humanity's oldest hunger. How terrified must she have been, knowing a transcendent ghost meant to kill her?

Once that fear registered, I lowered my head until our faces were inches apart and met her gaze head-on. Clear pupils stared straight back. She was a woman of strong will. An Aegwi, however, was a being no human will could overcome. Her constitution simply made her vulnerable; willpower had nothing to do with it.

"I handled Miss Na-yeon roughly only to drive her yin energy to the extreme. I apologize for that."

Bullshit. Pure self-justification. My mind raced to find any persuasion that might work. The best excuse I could invent in that split second was "yin energy," and even as the words left my mouth I felt pathetic. Still, I kept the Acting trait active and arranged my face into an expression that radiated trustworthiness. Facial muscles moved on their own as I cupped her cheek.

"Uup…"

She flinched and shook her head hard, trying to escape my hand. I refused to break the contact. Backing down now would still let me take her body, but even a slave contract would leave her hating me forever.

Beauty that rivaled Hye-yun's. Possessiveness boiled hotter with every second. The absolute certainty that I could not let her go clawed at my skull. An inexplicable sense of déjà vu—looks aside, some deeper premonition insisted I must keep her.

"Uup…"

She kept shaking her head. I simply stared into her eyes and waited.

Na-yeon, sensing the atmosphere had shifted, had already retreated a step. She still swallowed repeatedly, gaze fixed on the semen smeared across Ji-yu's face.

"Yes. Even Monk Hwaryun said if this man is a fraud he'll punish him himself. Ji-yu. Let's trust him just once. All right?"

Na-yeon's voice was raw with pleading. Pleasure had ebbed; maternal instinct seemed to have resurfaced. She stepped close and stroked Ji-yu's other cheek.

Ji-yu's pupils fluttered. She squeezed her eyes shut and gave a single, tiny nod. Tears rolled free.

"And I won't stop at a simple exorcism. I'll take full responsibility for Miss Ji-yu. If you trust Hye-yun, then trust the man Hye-yun chose as her husband."

Her eyes snapped open. Murderous intent was gone, replaced by a look that said, Fine. Show me.

I nodded, slid down between her legs, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and settled into position. Staring at the twitching entrance, I first laid my softened cock against her clit.

"Uup…"

Feminine shame. Perhaps because she had just consented to the sex herself, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

Throb.

The knowledge that I could finally join with her made me rock-hard in an instant. I gripped my shaft, parted her clenched folds, lined the head against her entrance, and locked both hands around her thighs.

Sliiiide—

"Uup!!!! Ung!!!!"

The moment the glans split her trembling pussy and sank inside, Ji-yu's closed eyes flew wide and her pupils dilated. Pure pleasure flooded her face. Her upper body bucked; ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her cheeks burned even redder. The delicious squeeze of her walls clamping around me sent sparks up my spine. As the head stretched her open and advanced, her whole body convulsed and drool spilled freely around the gag.

Tremble.

Pleasure pulsed through the glans. Then I felt the hymen and stopped.

Soul Eyes.

The moment I reactivated the skill I had turned off, the Aegwi became visible—one hand stretched toward Ji-yu's shoulder, the same shoulder where it whispered without pause. Sex or no sex, the spirit kept pouring malice into her ear and showed no reaction to my approaching hand.

I checked Na-yeon's dazed expression and Ji-yu's tightly shut eyes, then summoned the Byeokjomok Dagger in a flash.

Summon.

Wood settled against my palm. I drove the blade straight through the Aegwi's skull and reverse-summoned the dagger at once.

A surge of euphoria equal to the size of the soul crashed over my brain.

Sliiiide—

Rip.

Something tore. I confirmed Ji-yu's eyes had flown open, then pressed my palm to her forehead.

"Purification!!!"

Soul Purification.

Energy flooded from my hand, caressing her turbid soul and dyeing it pure white. Ji-yu, as if tasting pure catharsis, burst into fresh tears and screamed.

"Ung!!!!"

Her pussy clamped down hard around my cock; a completely different kind of pleasure left her senseless. I kept my hand on her brow. She closed her eyes again, chasing the sensation. When I tried to lift my hand, her forehead followed it.

"Na-yeon. Take off the gag. The Aegwi is gone."

"Really? Are you sure?"

Na-yeon asked again and again through her tears. Ji-yu, mind now clear, looked at her mother with clean, lucid eyes. Only then did Na-yeon collapse across Ji-yu's still-bound arms and sob. A moment later she freed the gag. Ji-yu glanced at Na-yeon once, then fixed her stare on me. Her mouth opened.

"Hey!!!! You fucking bastard. You promised. You said you'd take responsibility for me. Huh?"

"…"

I could only gape at her in pure shock. That such filth could pour from a voice and face so beautiful. When I looked at Na-yeon she was equally stunned, bowing her head in apology.

"I… I'm sorry. After a year of torment by the Aegwi, Ji-yu's personality turned rough. She even cursed at me sometimes… Is she really cured?"

"Yeah."

I had watched the spirit dissolve.

"Hey!!! Move already. It felt good earlier, so hurry the fuck up."

The pain that had been flooding her pussy had clearly flipped into pleasure; her voice turned sticky and demanding, urging me to continue. My temples began to throb. I tried to pull back for a moment of thought, but her legs locked around my waist like steel.

"Don't pull out. You said you'd take responsibility!!!"

She screamed like a child whose toy had been snatched away.

"Is it because you didn't cast the spell you used on Mom? Fine!! Ego servus Kim Ian sum!!!"

Desperation now filled her face. She chanted the Absolute Obedience Contract spell herself. Time froze.

"Wife. Can… her personality really change like that?"

I finished the body modification and kept turning thoughts of Ji-yu over in my mind. Sensing time resume, I eased my cock a little deeper, leaned over her, and cupped her face.

"…Yeah. You're my wife now. Don't be so impatient."

"Then hurry up and fuck me. Now."

Ji-yu was in full heat. Some mechanism I still didn't understand must have been at work. I pushed deeper, found the angle, and lifted her cervix.

"Haaang!!! This is it—good!!!"

"Na-yeon. You're a concubine. Understood?"

"Yes. Should I undo Ji-yu's restraint suit as well?"

Na-yeon flushed and pointed at the straps. The moment I reached out to stroke her cheek, Ji-yu barked again.

"Where the fuck are you looking? Look at me, not that filthy slut. Not that bitch who's wailing while getting railed in front of her own daughter!!!!"

"…Na-yeon. Ji-yu is the wife. You're the concubine. From now on you speak respectfully and you match that filthy personality of hers. Can you do it?"

"Th… yes. May I leave?"

Na-yeon's eyes trembled after the verbal lashing. Understanding her feelings well enough, I nodded.

"Just undo the restraint suit, then you can go."

"Yes."

"Hurry up and undo it. You heard Husband. You're the concubine. Move."

"Th… yes, Unnie."

Na-yeon's expression crumpled, yet love juices still slid down her thighs in thick trails.

Crazy. Was Na-yeon a masochist too?

The moment the restraints fell away, bare D-cup breasts spilled free. Ji-yu surged upright and locked her arms around me.

"I can feel this every day, right?"

"…Yeah. But can you handle it?"

She nodded hard. Then, without anyone teaching her, she began rolling her hips on her own—because I wasn't moving, she moved for both of us.

"Haang… haang… yes, this is it."

Thud.

She shoved me flat onto the bed, planted both hands on my chest, and rode with clumsy, desperate thrusts.

"Haang!!!"

I heard fully dressed Na-yeon slip out of the room. Ji-yu lifted her hips high and slammed down again and again, hard and relentless.