Lee Ji-yu. Son? What? Become a Concubine?
All stories in this novel take place in a parallel dimension.
February 11th, 9 PM.
Ji-yu's lust was something else entirely.
On top of that, every load of cum she took restored a portion of her stamina, so she'd been pinning me down and riding me nonstop for a while now. Her pelvis rocked up and down while she braced her hands on my knees, that big ass of hers swinging right in front of my face.
Squelch. Slap. Thud.
"Haaang, haaaang!!! Haaang. So good. Ian, I'm cumming. Can we keep going a little more...? Haung..."
I dragged the climax out of myself, and soon the tenth-something load of the day was pumping into her. Intense pleasure. She sank down deep, slowly rolling her hips as if reluctant to let go, and glanced back at me.
"No. I told you earlier. I've got somewhere to be. I have to go."
"Haaaang. Ian, should I come to Hye-yun's place too?"
"Do whatever you want."
Once she felt every last drop had been shot into her, she pulled my cock free of her pussy. Knowing by now that I hated getting it on my body, she quickly squatted between my legs and let the cum drain out for a moment.
Plop. Sluuurch. Gushhh.
An enormous amount poured out.
About 1.5 liters in there, huh?
"You okay? Stomach not cramping? You took five loads."
"Heh. I love it. Feels like I'm pregnant."
I hadn't pulled out through five consecutive orgasms, so her belly was swollen round with a full liter and a half of semen. Squatting there, draining it, she looked back over her shoulder and grinned. Once she'd emptied most of it, she left the rest for later—her stomach was already full from swallowing so much earlier—and climbed back on top of me to lie down.
Her soft body, still slick with sweat, was a little sticky against mine, but I just held her. The smell of cum filled both her body and the room.
"That was good, right?"
She brushed my hair back as she spoke, then kissed my forehead, my nose, my lips lightly.
"Yeah."
She's saying the things I should be saying.
She kept gazing into my eyes with a look of pure affection, stroking my hair. Her body was still trembling with aftershocks of climax.
"I... think I'm glad I got possessed by that aegwi. I'm so happy right now."
"Good. So behave."
"Hmph. I'll watch how you behave first."
I smirked, sat up while still holding her, and she immediately straddled me again, wrapping her legs around my waist.
"No. I told you I have to go."
"Hmph. Carry me to the bathroom. We'll wash together and leave together. I'm going to see that bitch Na-yeon."
"Fine."
I scooped her up and headed for the bathroom, briefly fretting over how the hell I was going to clean a room splattered with several liters of cum.
"Ian, you're going off to make another new woman, aren't you?"
"Yeah. There's a classmate who killed himself—Yeong-ho. While I was ascending him, he asked me to look after a woman. Jeong Yu-ri."
We were dressed and ready to leave by the front door. She crossed her arms and gave me a sulky glare, then, after hearing my answer, leaned her head against me again, snorted a laugh, and opened the door.
We started walking, and suddenly Ji-yu, still arm-in-arm with me, began to tremble violently. At the elevator she went deathly pale the moment she looked inside and clung to me, shaking.
"What is it...?"
"...I just saw something weird. Inside the elevator. I don't want to get in."
Shit, there's a ghost. Soul Eyes.
Soul Eyes
I hadn't had Soul Eyes open, so I couldn't see any spirits. I activated it in a hurry. Sure enough, inside the open elevator an old hag of a ghost was staring straight at Ji-yu. She looked like she wanted to come closer but kept glancing at me and didn't dare approach any further.
"Ji-yu. Monk Hwa-ryun said your Soul Eyes seem to have opened. That's why you can see ghosts. You can't control it yet, so I'll give you a weapon I used to use. Stab anything with this and the ghost vanishes instantly."
"...Really?"
I whispered it, and she peeked her head up. Her face was so white it was pitiful; I stroked her hair and pulled out the short dagger shaped like a silver ornamental knife I'd kept in my pocket—the one made of lightning-struck jujube wood.
"Here. Hold this and draw the blade. Knife made from a jujube tree struck by lightning. Stab with this and they scatter in a second."
I whispered so the ghost couldn't hear. She took the dagger in a daze, separated the scabbard, and stared at the edge. I turned her body, took the hand holding the blade.
"I'll help you. I'll show you how good this thing is."
She nodded. Her body was still shaking. She kept whipping her head left and right, terrified of locking eyes with the ghost. I gently pushed her reluctant body forward. Before long we were inside the elevator, and the ghost was within arm's reach of Ji-yu. The spirit kept licking its lips while still watching me carefully.
Whoosh.
The moment Ji-yu's gaze landed on the ghost, I lifted her hand and drove the blade clean through it. The soul shattered outward from the stabbed forehead, scattering into nothing. The old hag's eyes—full of resentment and shock—looked almost comical now. Since I hadn't killed it myself, the voice of Soul Devour never came.
"Huh?!!!"
"See? Ghosts are nothing. But don't go casually dealing with ones that are attached to people."
I warned her carefully—guardian spirits, ancestral spirits, the "good" kind—because I had a feeling that if it was Ji-yu, she'd just stab everything she saw.
"Okay."
She sheathed the dagger and carefully tucked it into her pocket. Then she spun around, grabbed my face, and kissed me hard.
"Mmph—"
I hit the button for the first floor and kept kissing her. The thrill of maybe being seen made my heart pound. She only pulled away when the elevator chimed that we'd arrived.
"Haa, haa. Thank you. I mean it. If it weren't for you, even after getting treated I would've kept suffering."
"It's nothing..."
She grinned bashfully, linked arms with me again, and we walked out of the apartment complex until we reached the main gate.
Peck.
"I'm going now."
"Yeah. Be careful. Want me to catch you a cab?"
She shook her head, just waved, and turned away. I watched her walk toward the main road, then turned myself toward Muak Cathedral. The church soon came into view; I checked the address numbers as I walked until Ojeong Villa appeared. I looked up at the shabby five-story building, clicked my tongue at the communal entrance that didn't even have a lock.
Tch... so this is where she lives...
We hadn't been close, but she'd never seemed particularly downtrodden or poor. After the divorce, though, it looked like she hadn't managed to keep much of the assets.
Unit 202.
An old door. I pressed the bell. It was almost ten o'clock—rude as hell—but I had a gut feeling I needed to meet her today.
Ding-dong.
[Jeong Yu-ri's POV]
"Mom~~~"
Jeong Yu-ri thought she must have misheard. It was the voice of the son who had killed himself a few months ago. When she pinched her thigh, she felt nothing.
It's a dream.
"Mom~~"
She looked around the room, but Yeong-ho was nowhere. A moment later something transparent came through the door and approached. She should have been afraid, but it was unmistakably Yeong-ho's voice, so she walked toward the shape. The form grew clearer. It was Yeong-ho—wearing the exact same clothes he'd left in the last time he said he was going to meet friends.
"Yeong-ho!!!"
She threw her arms around him. Because it was a dream, she could hold him. Coldness, a chill, came first—but thinking of it as her son's embrace made it warm somehow.
"Mom!"
"Hic... why... why did you make such a stupid choice... you idiot."
"I'm sorry, Mom. Back then I thought there was no other way."
She scolded him, then immediately regretted it. Even if it was only a dream, after months without him she was terrified he would vanish any second. She hugged him tighter so he couldn't escape.
"Hic... you'll keep appearing in my dreams like this, right?"
"I can't. Mom, today's the last time. My reincarnation's been decided. Someone named Jini gave me a special chance."
"Hic... my baby. Okay. Okay."
His body was cold. But the fact that he wasn't wandering the living world or going to hell—that he was reincarnating—brought her relief.
"Mom. Don't do anything stupid. The sleeping pills you collected on the shelf. You were going to take them tonight, but the dose was way too high—it was dangerous. Jini-nim is specially waking you up today. You'll probably wake up the moment I leave."
"I can't sleep, Yeong-ho. ...Okay. From now on I'll quit the sleeping pills like you said."
Sleep truly wouldn't come. She wanted to explain how agonizing insomnia was, but seeing the worry in her son's eyes, she just nodded.
"Yeah. Thank you. And Mom! I already found you a new dad candidate. Remember the winter trip we promised? Once you have a new dad, go on the trip with him. In my place."
Yu-ri remembered the promise. She'd brushed it off casually back then. Looking at Yeong-ho now, she felt sorry.
"I remember. Okay."
"The guy who's going to be your new dad has insane stamina. I peeked when I was a ghost—Mom... if you live with him, you'll be happy."
"What? You little... how can you say that about some stranger..."
"He's a good person. And he's the benefactor who ascended me when I was wandering as a ghost."
"What?"
She lifted her head in shock. Yeong-ho's face was expressionless. When he looked like that, he never lied.
"And I think I have to go now. Mom, you'll meet him soon. Match it against what I said today and you'll know right away who he is."
He rattled off everything he needed to say and then announced he was leaving—so unfair. After months apart, not even five minutes together, she couldn't let him go. She hugged him tight.
"Yeong-ho... you're leaving already, I can't..."
"Mom. I'm going to reincarnate. Don't worry. I love you. And don't think about dying—live well. Look at yourself... huh? You have to make a good impression on him."
She nodded...
With those final words, Yeong-ho dissolved like smoke. Yu-ri stayed frozen in the posture of holding him for a long time. Then she woke up.
Yu-ri got out of bed, grabbed the kettle, and gulped water. An unbelievable dream. After months of aching for him, she had seen her son. The content had been strange, though.
She kept muttering the dream's details over and over so she wouldn't forget, pulling out a notebook beside her and writing them down. Dreams evaporated so easily.
That was when the front doorbell rang.
Huh? It's almost ten. Who at this hour?
She checked the clock and looked toward the entrance. It was an old villa—no intercom, just a peephole in the door—but she'd blocked it recently because someone had been peeping. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and asked who it was.
"Who is it?"
She hadn't eaten a single meal today; with no appetite, the only thing she'd forced down was half a bowl of porridge yesterday morning. Her voice came out weak and a little cracked, so she cleared her throat.
Ahem.
"It's me. I'm a friend of Yeong-ho's. I came to see you, ma'am."
The voice came right away—a low, pleasant tone. A young man's voice around Yeong-ho's age. Instant tension seized her. What if it was that bastard? The only one of the kids who'd tormented her son who was still free in society—that piece of shit Seo Hyeong-cheol. She grabbed the baseball bat she kept nearby.
"Huh? It's not Hyeong-cheol, is it?"
The kids who used to be close with Yeong-ho, who used to come and go from their house, had suddenly stopped visiting. She'd worried a lot; looking back, that was probably around the time the bullying started. And yet a friend still remained...? She was sure it was Hyeong-cheol. Her voice came out sharp, strength flooding her whole body—especially the right hand gripping the bat.
"No. I hate those guys too. My name's Kim Ian."
Kim Ian? First time hearing that name. Yeong-ho would have mentioned... wait. Not a friend?
But he'd given a name, so she stood the bat up, left the chain on, and cracked the door open.
Creeeak.
Through the gap limited by the chain, a handsome young man appeared. Not Hyeong-cheol. And he looked about Yeong-ho's age.
"Hello, ma'am."
"Right. Just a second, I'll open it properly."
She closed the door, unlatched the chain, opened it fully, told him to come in, and turned around. Instant heat flooded her face—the house was a disaster. Before the dream of Yeong-ho, the filthy room hadn't bothered her at all. Now it felt like she'd been thrown back to the chaos from before he died, and the shame was crushing. Dust, a sink overflowing with dishes, leftover food, clothes scattered everywhere. It looked like a beggar's den.
Yu-ri frantically kicked the mess under the blanket with her feet, pulled out a floor cushion, set it opposite her, and sat on the blanket herself. He sat on the cushion. Even in this filthy room, his expression didn't change at all.
"So. You were Yeong-ho's friend?"
"Yes."
But she noticed his gaze drifting to her left. She looked that way—piles of sleeping pills and psychiatric medication packets. Yu-ri hurriedly lifted the blanket and covered them.
For some reason I feel embarrassed.
Maybe that was why her voice came out sharper than she intended—to hide the fluster.
"So. Why did you come looking for me?"
A brief silence. It was almost ten at night, and a young man showing up at a woman living alone was already strange. And if he was really Yeong-ho's friend, he should have come much earlier. Those thoughts made her guard rise fully against him.
"Please don't be too shocked, ma'am. I saw Yeong-ho attached to Nak-jun's mother as an aegwi."
"What!!!! Yeong-ho?"
Aegwi? She didn't know the word, but it sounded like "evil spirit." The idea that kind Yeong-ho had become something like that made her angry for a moment. In the dream earlier Yeong-ho had clearly said he'd ascended. Yet this kid claimed he was still a ghost—her wariness of the young man in front of her spiked.
"Yes. If you commit suicide, you can't ascend. Ah!! But don't worry. I attached an Ascension Talisman and had him reincarnated."
Then this kid is...?
The claim that he'd made him ascend. Yeong-ho had said the same thing, and the student named Ian in front of her was saying it too. Pure coincidence? Yu-ri didn't think so. Still... she simply couldn't believe talk of seeing ghosts and ascending them.
"Hic... I can't believe it. What kind of lie is that. You see ghosts?"
Even as she said it, her face showed relief. And tears fell. Her hands trembled. Reason warned her not to believe, but deep in her heart the conviction was growing that this handsome boy was the benefactor Yeong-ho had spoken of.
"Yeong-ho asked me to tell you. He's sorry he couldn't go on the winter trip with you. And he told me, of all things, to take you in as a concubine and live with you."
"Hic... Yeong-ho!!! Ungh!!!"
Hic, so that really was Yeong-ho earlier. I should have hugged him more gently... I shouldn't have scolded him the moment we met...
Yu-ri sobbed openly, covering her face with both hands. Yeong-ho's words, and the part about living as Ian's concubine, made her feel ashamed. Then the boy named Ian came over and gently held her.
Warmth.
The cozy feeling of being held by parents, the solid reliability she'd felt in Yeong-ho's arms—all of it hit her, and every sorrow she'd bottled up for months exploded.
"Hic hic...."
Pat, pat.
His hand stroked gently down her back, soothing her. She buried her face deeper into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. Months of grief and loneliness seemed to wash away. She cried in his arms for a long time. His chest was damp with her tears, and he waited patiently until the end.
Such a kind kid... concubine...
Her heart was pounding hard. From some point on. And a sweet scent from his embrace calmed her mind; a cool sensation started at her head and spread through her whole body.
"Ah!!!"
A moan almost like a cry of pleasure burst out, startling her. She clung tighter to his chest, ducking her head so he wouldn't see her flushed face. That feeling just now—the catharsis of every negative emotion and thought from the past months being washed clean—made more tears fall and her breathing turn ragged.
Haa, haa.
Embarrassing.
Yu-ri stayed in his arms like that for a good ten minutes, now starting to worry whether her appearance looked ugly. She hadn't washed in days. The image of her messy hair and face rose up and worried her. She wanted to stay like this forever, but at some point she pulled away from his embrace.
When she looked at him, he was smiling at her—not a mocking smile, a warm one. Embarrassed, she changed the subject.
"Did Yeong-ho leave smiling?"
"Yes. He said to take good care of his mom."
Yeong-ho....
She felt relieved. His words matched Yeong-ho's.
"But you were wary of Hyeong-cheol earlier—so you knew Hyeong-seop and the others bullied him?"
The names Hyeong-cheol and Hyeong-seop hit her ears. The rage that had sunk deep inside began to boil up again. Those bastards who had tormented Yeong-ho. As a mother she had only learned after her son died that they'd dragged him around, beaten him, harassed him.
"Grit... yeah. I overheard students talking as they passed by. The four of them dragged Yeong-ho around and bullied him."
Pat, pat.
The fury was so intense she could barely keep her expression under control.
"Don't worry. All four of them have aegwi attached to them right now. Back when Yeong-ho was an aegwi himself, he asked fellow aegwi to latch onto them. They probably won't last a year before they all hang themselves."
She finally wanted to believe that things called aegwi existed, that ghosts were real. Because the idea that her son's enemies all had spirits stuck to them and wouldn't live long made the rage settle and a fierce joy rise in its place.
"Really?"
He flinched for a second, then ran glowing eyes over her entire body and nodded. She glanced at the vanity mirror beside her and saw a disheveled madwoman. Sharp eyes full of murderous intent, mouth twisted into a crazy grin.
To show him this face...
"Yes. Aegwi are attached. And I don't like those four much either, so I have no intention of removing them."
While she was still berating her own appearance, his low voice sank heavily into her ears. And revenge... even if she hadn't carried it out herself, the news that those bastards would all die made tears spill without her meaning them to.
"Hic... thank you. For telling me this. I was sick with rage, but it feels like a heavy lump just dropped out of me."
She buried herself in his arms again and sobbed. Soft yet firm, solid and reliable—his embrace felt addictive. Her heart was pounding. And Yu-ri could feel with perfect clarity her own flushed face and roughening breath.
Now that she thought her son's matter was resolved, the idea that Yeong-ho had chosen this man as a husband candidate kept circling through her head. She wanted confirmation. It had been Yeong-ho's will, not necessarily the will of the Ian in front of her.
"Th-that... did Yeong-ho really tell you to take me as a concubine?"
"Yes. He also said to drown you in pleasure so you couldn't think any bad thoughts."
He nodded with a mischievous smile. Relief. Shamefully, she felt relieved that this boy young enough to be her son was accepting her. Her face burned so hot she jumped to her feet in a fluster.
"Why?"
His puzzled voice followed.
"Th-that... I should wash first. And this place is too dirty..."
At some point Yu-ri had started recognizing the boy in front of her as a man. That was probably why speaking casually felt awkward, and when she consciously switched to polite speech he looked a little uncomfortable.
"But no matter how much Yeong-ho asked, it's still too..."
His words. Putting herself briefly in his position, Yu-ri wondered if she'd been too hasty—if he might think she was some lewd woman—and started making excuses.
"No... starting today I want to live. If Yeong-ho asked, it must be trustworthy. And Yeong-ho... you might not believe it, but in a dream he said he'd decided on a new dad candidate. The person who ascended him, he said..."
He made an "ah" face and nodded. Yu-ri hurried into the bathroom. Looking at her wrecked face in the bathroom mirror, she berated herself and began washing her body thoroughly.