Jusin
Yunchae's scream went on and on, and even the drawn-out toll of the grandfather clock finally ended. The woman sitting astride me, head thrown back as she cried out, went still—her thrashing and her screams both stopped. Her body was trembling violently. It was reacting beyond her control to pain and sensation she had never known in her life.
I was the same. Through all the nights of my adolescence I had longed for this moment. I had watched endless videos and read every kind of novel, imagining and preparing for the day I would finally experience it myself. I had never imagined it would happen so absurdly, or that I would share it with an occult woman in such an occult situation. The shock and bewilderment of my first time left me barely able to think, yet I could not refuse the thrilling pleasure that wrapped around me so intoxicatingly.
I rested my hands on Yunchae's thighs. A woman's thighs—the first I had ever touched. I marveled at how soft a human body could be, how good it felt under my palms. Eyes closed, I savored the sensation in my hands and the pressure around my manhood. Still sitting on me with her head thrown back, Yunchae only trembled.
Unlike the women in the videos I had watched, she made no active movements. She simply sat astride me and shook. Her situation seemed utterly different from mine. She seemed far less in her right mind than I was. I couldn't even tell whether her reactions came from arousal or from pain.
It was a little disappointing. This was nothing like the first experience I had dreamed of for so long. The only thing that matched my expectations was the physical sensation. I cracked my eyes open and looked up at the woman on top of me. In the dim candlelight I could see her breasts. Viewed from below, they held their own against any of the countless breasts I had seen in videos. Compared to the massive chests of Western women or the surgically perfected ones, hers were equal—or even superior—in size and shape.
I wanted to touch them. Our lower bodies were already joined; surely she wouldn't object to my hands on her breasts under the circumstances. I began sliding the hand that had been gripping her thigh toward her chest. Her head was still thrown back, so she seemed completely unaware of my movement.
The tremors running through her body made her breasts quiver lightly, only heightening the sense of their elasticity and volume. With a trembling heart I laid my hand on her breast. Ah… nothing in the world could feel softer than this. This was the very moment I had waited more than twenty years for.
But that rapturous feeling lasted less than a second. The woman who had been leaning her head back snapped it upright and looked down at me. The darkness and her long hair half-hid her face, yet her terrifying eyes, her expression, and the sheer atmosphere around her came through perfectly clear.
"Ugh!!!"
I cried out without meaning to and yanked my hand away from her breast at once. Was the chest off-limits even when we were joined below? Had her breasts been some absolute forbidden zone for Yunchae? In that brief instant every wild thought raced through my head.
Looking down at me with those frightening eyes, Yunchae opened her mouth. The moment her voice emerged, goosebumps erupted all over my body and my heart seemed to stop. It was a man's voice. A deep, thick baritone far heavier than my own.
"You are now this woman's Jusin."
I was so startled by the voice itself that I didn't catch the words properly.
"W-what? S-senior… your voice…"
Ignoring my stammering, the male voice coming from Yunchae continued.
"Until now I held this woman's fate in my hands. From this day forward, you will take her destiny."
Something brushed through my mind. Was this the Jusin Yunchae had spoken of? Had she truly been possessed by a god? Could something like this actually happen in reality?
"Why… why me…"
Yunchae's face twisted into a terrifying grimace. For a fleeting moment the fearsome faces of the Four Heavenly Kings flashed through my mind.
"You took this woman's virginity. Is that not reason enough? Her virginity holds meaning far beyond mere virginity."
I couldn't speak. I wasn't sure whether I should even play along in a situation this bizarre, and I even wondered if this was some deliberate act on Yunchae's part. She continued in that same frightening expression.
"Do not defy your own fate either. Embrace this woman and you will gain a great deal."
I felt I should at least offer some response.
"Why… why me? Why give your shaman to me…"
Yunchae looked up at the empty air and heaved a deep sigh.
"You are the one who completes what I and this mudang lack. The details will come on a day yet to arrive. Do not reject your destiny—live for the sake of others. Then I and this mudang will be able to aid you."
Having finished speaking, Yunchae threw her head back again. After a brief shiver she began to topple backward. I hurriedly sat up and caught her around the waist. Looking at her face, I saw she had lost consciousness. My erection had already subsided; we were no longer joined. I glanced around. The living-room floor was no place to lay her comfortably, so I lifted her into my arms.
She was a little heavy, but not beyond what I could carry. I carried her into the room she had come from earlier. The room was as dark as the living room, yet it lacked the candlelit atmosphere; it was an ordinary bedroom. I laid her on the bed that came into view. Only then did her naked body lie fully exposed before me.
Fair skin, a modest amount of flesh, breasts a little larger than average and still firm… and even the hair between her legs. I gazed at her as if looking at a masterpiece. Nothing about it felt lewd or erotic. All I felt was beauty.
I stared endlessly at her bare body until I suddenly came to my senses. Looking around the room, I opened the wardrobe beside the bed and took out a blanket. I covered Yunchae with it and returned to the living room. I extinguished every candle and put my clothes back on.
I went back into the room, watched the sleeping Yunchae for a moment, then stepped outside. I locked the front door and the gate as well. It was an old-style gate; once locked, closing it secured it. Leaving an unconscious woman alone in her house felt a little uneasy, yet staying with her and remaining in that house didn't seem like a good picture either. I left her house and started down the path, then turned around and went back to stand in front of her gate. My heart still wouldn't settle.
Thinking I should at least guard her safety from here, I squatted down in front of the gate. Given the neighborhood and the location, no one passed by. I looked up at the sky. Stars were hard to see in Seoul's sky, but here they were visible. I couldn't tell whether those twinkling lights were stars or satellites, yet looking at the glittering heavens seemed to calm me.
What on earth had just happened? I had seen with my own eyes what it meant for a god to possess someone. Even if I accepted that Yunchae was possessed, I still didn't know whether I should believe the words of that being who had borrowed her body to speak.
I still couldn't understand why I had been chosen, or why any of this was happening. Because of this bizarre event, even the thrill I had expected from my first experience had already faded. I could barely remember it. The sensations below, even the touch I had thought supreme in that moment—all of it was growing faint. What had that man's voice been? Had it been Yunchae mimicking a male voice? Or had it truly been the voice of Yunchae's Jusin? Resting my head against the gate and gazing at the sky, I drifted off without realizing it.
The sound of the gate opening jolted me awake. I looked around with sleep-blurred eyes. Day had already broken, and the chill of early morning had forced me to curl up as tightly as I could while I slept. Through the open gate Yunchae poked her head out. She was wearing a cardigan, pulling the clothes tight around herself as she peered at me. I struggled to straighten my stiffened body and rose to my feet. Yunchae regarded me for a moment with an expressionless face, then spoke.
"Come in."
With that short remark she turned and went back inside. I forced my locked joints to unbend and stretched. Then I moved toward the door through which she had vanished.