Byeolchae
A short while later, Myeongsuk entered my room. As usual, she began to undress. Once she was completely naked, she took my hand where I sat in the chair and led me to the bed.
She laid me down and burrowed into my arms. Curled up, her plump body nestled perfectly against me. I held her, and she pressed her face to my chest.
"Jisin, your heart seems troubled right now, doesn't it?"
It was true. I was unsettled by their true identities, and by the fact that I had been used like a piece on their board. When I stayed silent, Myeongsuk pressed even closer into my embrace.
"I'm staying the night here."
I kept my eyes on the ceiling.
"You never sleep over. Not for anything."
Still curled against me, she answered,
"Today I feel like I need to be beside you."
Myeongsuk reached down and began to toy with my cock. My traitorous flesh stirred and slowly hardened under her fingers.
"I just didn't want our cult leader getting a headache over something complicated."
I looked down at her, but she wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Honestly, Jisin, you haven't lost a thing. All of Minhwa's assets are yours now. And as a bonus, you get Minhwa herself. She's older than you, already married, even has a child—but men who want a woman like that are lined up around the block. She'll never change now. You can keep her at your side until the day you die."
I didn't like the way she put it. I saw Minhwa as a person; Myeongsuk seemed to see her as nothing more than material. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.
"Don't say anything today. If you speak, my resolve will waver. Your words are your greatest power, after all."
I let out a long breath.
"From the beginning, when the Seongyodan pushed Minhwa toward me—was the real goal never her at all? Was it just a way to get close to her father and her husband?"
Myeongsuk didn't answer right away.
"It wasn't that we had no such purpose. Every purpose was woven in together. I genuinely thought someone like Minhwa would be good at your side. It would be good for her too. She was living an unhappy life. The past, when she didn't even know she was unhappy, didn't matter—but once a fragile heart like hers realizes the truth, it becomes hard to endure. She needed someone she could trust and lean on."
She wasn't wrong. Minhwa was a woman with an uncertain future. Myeongsuk slid smoothly down my body and took my cock into her mouth. The sensation was different—sharper, more electric—and I closed my eyes against the rush. I felt ready to come almost at once, so I forced my eyes open again and spoke.
"What exactly are you, Myeongsuk? And that tattoo—what is it? Why do you need Kang Hojung's power?"
She pulled off me long enough to answer.
"There will come a day when you know everything. I have no intention of hiding it forever."
She took me into her mouth again, worked me for a moment, then sat up and straddled my hips.
"I can't wait any longer. A day like this has finally come."
Myeongsuk guided my cock upright and settled onto it with practiced ease. I disappeared into her, inch by inch. Her insides still felt alive, every cell of her walls gripping me. Her tangled hair hid her face, yet even so she clenched tight around me and began to roll her hips.
"Ahh…"
Myeongsuk rarely moaned. Now it seemed she was exciting herself.
"In a few days your new residence will be finished. From now on, live there. We'll select and station two male security officers as well. The shaman, Minhwa, Jeongmi, and Miryeong will all reside there permanently. I want to stay there too, but…"
Her voice trailed off as she drove her hips harder. Over the past day and night I had fucked Minhwa more times than I could count. I would have thought my lust was spent, yet Myeongsuk seemed to be pumping every last drop of desire and seed out of me like some powerful machine. I tried to delay climax by talking.
"Do the rest of the Seongyodan members all have their own agendas too?"
Her rhythm never faltered.
"If we want to get anything done, we need power and allies. Unexpected allies have appeared as well, but every one of them is necessary."
"So we've all been drafted into your personal vendetta? When you first approached me—was it just so you could use me as a pawn to achieve that goal?"
Myeongsuk only moaned, wordless, and the pressure inside her intensified. It no longer felt like a woman's cunt; it felt like some engineered toy designed to wring every sensation from my cock. Her hips sped up. I lost both the strength and the will to hold back. Seed erupted from me, and Myeongsuk's hips finally stilled. She collapsed onto my chest. Her ragged breathing brushed my ear.
"Haa… haa… Jisin…"
I breathed just as hard and closed my eyes.
"I'm truly sorry this time…"
I said nothing, only gathered her into my arms. She held me in return. Her soft breasts pressed warmly against my chest. Still panting, she spoke again.
"And I don't think of you as a pawn. Of course, that's how it began. But as time passed, I started to wonder whether you might truly be the Jisin the shaman speaks of. None of this would have been possible without you. You may not even realize it."
I slid a hand down and stroked her ass. For a woman her age, it was superb. Myeongsuk lifted her head a fraction.
"And this ability of yours is the best. How did you know I like having my ass touched?"
Huh? That wasn't what I meant at all. She buried her face against me once more.
"You hate bastards too, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Even when you punish them, you don't like doing anything illegal, right?"
I nodded again.
"We need your power. No—it's absolute. From now on we become people who truly carry out the will of heaven."
I had no idea what this woman was talking about. But a languid warmth was settling over me, and tonight I simply wanted to stay with her. It had been a long time since I'd felt this kind of thrill.
"So tonight you're staying up with me? No sleep?"
Myeongsuk lifted her head, looked at me, and grinned. My chest tightened unexpectedly.
"That's right. Don't think about anything today. You spent yesterday having fun with a pretty woman, but I haven't had anything for over a week. I'm collecting everything I'm owed."
I smiled, though a quiet fear stirred underneath.
That night Myeongsuk truly kept me up until dawn. She clung to me without rest. After the fourth climax my cock refused to rise, yet she knew exactly how to tease it back to life. I couldn't begin to guess where she had learned such things.
At last, exhausted, I fell asleep—or perhaps I simply blacked out. When I drifted half-awake for a moment and found Myeongsuk still in my arms, a strange peace settled over me. I kneaded her ass; even in sleep, her lips curved into a smile.
When I next woke, the sun was already high. Myeongsuk woke at almost the same moment. The instant her eyes opened she kissed me, and we were fucking again almost immediately. After a nearly dry orgasm she nestled against me and said,
"You're my husband now, Jisin. I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life."
I held her and kissed her. Myeongsuk rose, showered, and checked her phone. The soft look in her eyes sharpened again. She ordered breakfast over the intercom, then left the room with me. In the dining hall Yunchae, Jeongmi, and Miryeong were already seated. I felt a little self-conscious, but no one else seemed awkward. Only Jeongmi sat there smirking.
Ordinary time resumed. I browsed books and the internet, searching for and organizing topics for the next gathering, while Jeongmi and Yunchae lounged naked beside me, each absorbed in her phone. Miryeong mostly lived in my room as well, though she went out more often than the other two.
Yongjin came looking for me. Even when he entered, Yunchae and Jeongmi made no move to cover themselves, and he remained completely unfazed.
"Byeolchae is finished. The interior is done for now—go take a look and tell me if you want anything changed."
I threw on a robe and followed him out. Yunchae and Miryeong slipped into similar robes and trailed after us. We left Simanjeong, crossed the courtyard that served as a parking lot, and headed for the newly completed Byeolchae. When the construction tarps were pulled aside, a white single-story building stood revealed. Its simple exterior and pure white walls pleased me at once.