A Bet with the Sneering Ghost Girl

The tastes of monsters are extreme and cruel. Although Dokkaebis are said to have milder tendencies, a monster is still a monster. They inevitably need an outlet to release their stress, the lingering emotions from battle, and their unspent violence. After all, hasn't history proven just how cruel war can make humans? Even humans, whether tacitly or officially, established minimum laws and treaties. But when you combined a medieval setting with the primal nature of monsters, things got incredibly violent. It reached a point where the military had to establish a dedicated place to satisfy those desires. Otherwise, the soldiers might do something bizarre on the battlefield. Emotions are contagious, so if someone made a critical mistake, it would put the commanders in a difficult position. Those who couldn't control their emotions to that extent were usually low-tier trash at the Core Condensation stage, or those who had practiced cultivation methods that turned their personalities violent.

Thus, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠such a place was created. A swirling vortex of pleasure where indulgence and restraint clashed—designed to let them unleash their desires, but only within its confines. The soldiers called it "The Asshole of Desire." It meant a place where you dumped all your stale, filthy desires before walking out.

...You might wonder why the hell it had a name like that, but since when were soldiers' nicknames in the middle of a war ever elegant? In a warzone, as long as it was vulgar, memorable, and funny, that was enough. The official military name, the Desire-Purging Station or whatever, had long been forgotten. Even the guys who could be called generals just referred to it as "The Asshole." Though my sister, Ha-yeon, always made a face as if she couldn't even bear to utter the word.

There were plenty of other nicknames... but I don't really want to say them, so let's just stick to "The Asshole." That was why I felt like shit every time I came here. The soldiers would make stupid comparisons, saying things like, "Man, I took a massive dump in there and feel so light," or "Oh, thank god I got here before I pissed myself, that was a thick one." It's not that I hate vulgar jokes, but that doesn't mean I like filthy ones. There's a clear difference between being vulgar and just being gross. Every time I left this place, I felt like I was the one who turned into shit, and it ruined my mood.

"Fair enough."

Still, this place wasn't purely for satisfying lust. Of course, that was its primary use, but there were also many spells and cultivation methods that restored the body through slaughter. The wounded came here often, so if a place like this disappeared, it would cause major setbacks in the war effort.

"Yeehaw! Kill him! Trip him, you dumbass!"

"Ah! Ah, fuck! You son of a bitch!"

It was a pandemonium that required only the bare minimum of restraint. Most of it consisted of tents, but actual buildings had been erected in a few spots. The cloud ships our army rode on were circling the camp as anti-air defense weapons to prevent sudden aerial raids, keeping a watchful eye on the enemy. And beneath their shadows...

"Hell yeah!"

"Ah, fuck! How did you die to that, you piece of shit?!"

Those seeking pleasure were in full swing, as if they had absorbed the dark yin energy of the shadows. Fighting, forcing others to fight, killing, and wishing for death. If this were an army back on Earth, the leadership would have banned it to maintain military discipline, but here, it was officially and proudly sanctioned. Of course, I didn't feel anything about it.

Oh, but I was definitely annoyed. The pungent, nose-stinging stench and the sticky red liquid splattered all over the ground were incredibly irritating. Just because we were monsters didn't mean we all loved blood and found murder super fun. Ugh, with so many organic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bits shredded and scattered around, bugs were starting to swarm. This was exactly why I never brought my women here. They had plugged their noses and refused the moment they saw it, and I wanted nothing more than to finish my business and get the hell out.

No matter how diverse people's tastes were, couldn't they maintain some basic hygiene? If Dokkaebis weren't practically immune to normal diseases, everyone here would have died of the plague by now. It was that disgusting. Floating slightly off the ground and wrapping myself in a thin barrier of energy to keep the filth off my clothes and shoes, I flew toward the largest building—the main barracks.

"The humans coming out lately have been pretty boring."

Well, it was understandable. As the war dragged on, their army would naturally shrink. But instead of admitting defeat and running away, they were stubbornly holding their ground using formations and barriers. The yields were decreasing while the annoyance only grew, making the situation incredibly frustrating.

"Is that so?"

Currently, we were fighting the cultivator alliance alongside our allies, Seolyogok. Kang Baek-jin and the leaders of the other three major factions seemed to have headed to a larger battlefield. The moment the Samgeuk clashed, the outcome of the war would be decided.

"I did kill a lot of them."

That was a problem for later. For now...

"You're here?"

"Sister."

It wasn't Kang Ha-yeon. It was the second successor candidate, whom Ha-yeon herself admitted possessed talent superior to her own. The 'Sneering Ghost Girl', Kang So-ye.

"Have you come to buy captives again today? You really are diligent!"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

From what I had observed on the battlefield, Kang So-ye was completely unhinged. Well, I already knew she was weird from her nickname, the Sneering Ghost Girl, but seeing her in person was something else. It wasn't like she had mastered some sound-based cultivation method; she just laughed like a maniac while slaughtering her enemies, carving them up with her blade as if crafting a piece of art. And she held another position in this army.

"How is it managing The Asshole?"

"Hoho. You really are wicked, calling it by that name."

The Master of the Asshole. It sounded incredibly stupid when put that way, but aside from the filthy name, the job brought in a ridiculous amount of money. Since most of the entertainment here required payment, the cash naturally piled up. I emptied out my remaining spoils of war and showed them to her.

"Exchange all of this for captives."

"Ahahaha!"

Her laughter rang out, sounding cheerful yet somehow off.

"Because you keep buying up all the incoming captives, the grunts are complaining. They have to use healing spells and talismans just to keep the few humans they manage to get from dying, playing with them while they're practically in tatters."

"Ah, right. Sucks for them."

"But when I told them to take it up with you if they had a problem, you should have seen the looks on their faces."

Well, I was famous. I had recently achieved ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the merit of taking the heads of three human cultivators at the Universal Circulation stage. Even if someone was at the Universal Circulation stage, they would need to be confident in their skills and possess a Dharma treasure like this sister of mine to stand tall in front of me. Ordinary Qi Circulation cultivators were no longer my match. And now, even if this audacious sister of mine went crazy and attacked me, I was confident I could beat her.

"Hmm?"

"What is it?"

"Your eyes are arrogant."

Did she sense that I was sizing her up? Kang So-ye's water-blue hair swayed as she drew a sword hilt from a knotted pouch. A Dharma treasure.

"Well, want to apologize? If you lick my toes and say, 'I'm sorry for looking down on you,' I might let it slide."

"Oh."

She acted like a demure, well-behaved lady in front of the Samgeuk elders, but I guess I wasn't quite at that level yet? The idea of sucking on So-ye's toes wasn't bad, but looking at her blood-soaked shoes, I shook my head. Even if I licked them, they would just taste like metallic, disgusting blood.

"And I'm more of the type to make others lick rather than doing the licking myself."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yeah."

"You've got a fucking mouth on you, little brother."

"So what?"

At one point, I had thought about how to coax and bed her, just like I did with Ha-yeon. But after spending some time around her, I realized something. This girl wasn't soft like Ha-yeon; she was too thorny to be won over with sweet words. The only way to conquer her was to brutally break her thorns and horns, and take her by force. And if that was the case, then I just had to do it.

"Are you going to draw that Dharma treasure?"

"Oh? Scared?"

"Hardly. But drawing a Dharma treasure in an allied camp is going to cause trouble, you know? Military law and all."

"Mmm."

"Even you must be wary of the Samgeuk elders. Put it away before you get fucked over as an example."

Her eyebrows twitched. Her eyes said she knew I was right, but complying felt like she was submitting, which hurt her pride.

"Our dear Thousand-Man Slayer has been on quite a roll lately. I guess you've grown blind with arrogance?"

"Fuck."

Just how many nicknames did I have? This was the problem with warzones. Before the military command—the higher-ups—officially designated an epithet, everyone just called you whatever they wanted.

Wearing a disgruntled expression, I swept my gaze over Kang So-ye's body. Her voluptuous breasts, pale skin, and enticing proportions were a given. With her water-blue hair and blue eyes, she almost looked pure. Her thighs, in particular, looked incredibly plump and toned from training—perfect for a deep creampie and drawing all over. Since her thighs were so wide and pale, they would make an excellent canvas.

"Your eyes are filthy."

And since she wasn't the type to hold back, she fired an awl-shaped Dharma tool straight at my eyes.

"Whoa, dangerous."

But, naturally, the awl ended up caught in my hand, squirming uselessly.

"Tsk. Keep that as a gift, take the captives, and get lost."

Kang So-ye waved her hand dismissively, looking bored. My weight class was a bit too heavy for her to look down on, after all. Of course, I had no intention of leaving things like this.

"Sister."

"What is it?"

"Why don't we make a bet?"

"Aha?"

A bet. There was no way our dopamine-addicted So-ye could resist.

"What is it? Speak up."

"The one who accumulates more military merits gets to impose a punishment on the loser."

"And the merits will be judged by the elders?"

"Of course."

"We can use our respective factions, right?"

"Yes. One's faction is also part of their strength."

The conversation progressed rapidly. The rumors about her loving bets weren't exaggerated; seeing her carefully weigh each condition made her look almost like a child.

"What is the punishment? You go first."

Usually, the one who proposed the terms first was at an overwhelming disadvantage. You could state your terms and get cornered, which lacked style. But it didn't matter. There was only one thing I wanted from this woman from the moment I met her.

"Before that, let me ask you something. You're a virgin, right, Sister?"

"Oh? Of course I am. Do you really think I'd ever whimpering beneath some man?"

"You will whimpering. Once you lose to me, that is."

Kang So-ye's eyes curved into crescents. Her mouth and eyes were smiling, but I knew better. Behind that smile, a crimson tongue was slithering.

"So you mean to pin me down and ravish me?"

"And what is your punishment, Sister?"

"Huhuhu. There is a saying: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Hearing her words, I wondered if there was another reincarnated soul in this world, but I quickly flinched. I had no choice but to.

"Since you said you would plug my hole, it is only fair that I ruthlessly violate and pierce yours as well. Before that, let me ask. If I lose, how many double-hours do you plan to enjoy my hole?"

Ah, this was a dangerous question. I had to choose my words carefully. Of course, my dick was telling me to just go all out.

"I will pin you down and breed you all day long. And after that, the condition will be that you must offer up your pussy whenever I want."

"Kyahahaha! How bold!"

She pulled a spear from her pouch. It looked less like a spear and more like a harpoon or a wedge, lined with backward-facing barbed hooks. It seemed designed for torture rather than killing. Licking it lovingly with her tongue, Kang So-ye smirked.

"If I win, just as you said, I will spend the entire day of our victory plugging and playing with your anus with this. After that, the condition will be that you must offer up your asshole whenever I feel like it."

"Oh."

"Incredibly fair, isn't it?"

No, it's fucking terrifying just to imagine. It was so repulsive that my dick shriveled up. But...

I can do this.

All I had to do was win. If she were just some ordinary woman, it would be one thing, but imagine a woman that beautiful, hot, and completely unhinged spreading her pussy in shame under my command.

"Deal."

"Deal?"

"If I win, I'm taking unlimited access to Kang So-ye's pussy."

"Hohoho. Then if I win, I'll take free passes to Gang Hayun's asshole."

This crazy bitch, she just had to up the ante, didn't she?

"..."

"..."

We stared at each other in silence. But soon, we both smirked. I patted Kang So-ye's lower abdomen, and she patted my butt, growling threats at each other.

"Keep your pussy nice and wet for me, Sister."

"My thoughts exactly. Enjoy the few days your backside remains intact. When I win, I'll shove not only that spear but arrowheads up there too."

Gulp... That was actually a bit terrifying. But she had to be just as nervous as I was, right? For some reason, I suddenly remembered the first time I met Ryeo-ah.