Memories of Murder
"Ugh... ngh..."
Pungjin slowly withdrew his cock from the succubus's pussy. A sharp, electric thrill raced up his spine. His member, exposed to the air after such a long time, trembled violently as if complaining from the exhaustion of its prolonged labor.
Pungjin had been so deeply lost in the intense, intoxicating sex with the succubus that he had no idea how much time had actually passed. Had she cast some kind of spell on him? Was this what sex with a succubus was like? The experience was so bizarre it left him wondering.
Whether it was the succubus's pussy that was abnormal, or something about Pungjin himself, or perhaps the estrus drug—or maybe all three acting in combination—he couldn't tell. With a dazed mind, he slowly straightened his own clothes and the succubus's.
Just in case she woke up, he first bound her hands and feet tightly once more, securing her to the pillar.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
The succubus now radiated a clean, refreshing scent and no longer seemed to emit any yin energy. Her complexion had returned, and she even looked healthier than before. Strangely, Pungjin didn't feel particularly tired or drained either. On the contrary, it felt as if he had just woken from a refreshing sleep, with energy surging through every inch of his body.
"Hmm... but where did Miss Hyerim go...?"
Since he'd been having sex for so long, maybe she'd curled up somewhere and fallen asleep. Well, that was understandable. The succubus's home was carved directly into the rock like a cave. She clearly hadn't wanted to bother building a proper house and had simply used magic to hollow out the stone in the most brutish way possible. Since Miwol's house had been the same, Pungjin was already familiar with this style of dwelling.
"Ah... over here."
Hyerim was lying on the bed in what appeared to be the succubus's bedroom, breathing softly in deep sleep.
"Miss... Miss Hyerim."
Whatever the case, he couldn't let her sleep deeply in such an emergency. Pungjin carefully shook her awake. The sensation of her soft, feminine body—those plush curves—made his fingers tingle.
"Ah... is... is it over? I-I'm sorry... I must have dozed off..."
Hyerim's face flushed bright red with embarrassment at having fallen asleep.
"No, it's alright. I just thought we should discuss what to do next. Whether we should return to the village... or what we should do with that... succubus."
"Ah... we can't exactly drag the succubus back to the village. Maybe one of us stays to watch her while the other goes to the village? And that despicable village chief... what are we going to do about him...?"
It was already quite late; the faint light of dawn was beginning to creep across the sky.
"Speaking of the village chief... if he claims he was threatened by the succubus too, that he had no choice but to sacrifice people to save the village, we might not have any way to punish him. In the end, we didn't suffer any major losses. Does the village chief hold a lot of power there?"
"Hmm... that's true. He has many relatives and sons. It won't be easy to deal with him..."
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"What? Hyerim's back? Thank goodness, thank goodness..."
"Oh, is that so? Well then, that's a relief. Heh heh..."
The village chief had claimed he had no idea what happened after the two disappeared—saying they had gone to gather herbs and then simply vanished. His heart was now pounding furiously as he wondered what had gone wrong. At least Pungjin hadn't returned, so he assumed they hadn't both escaped the mage. He also figured that since he hadn't heard any village gossip about his betrayal and the resulting kidnapping, the situation probably wasn't too serious yet.
"Village Chief, sir... I need to speak with you urgently."
Hyerim called the village chief aside in secret, her eyes filled with fear.
"The... the mage is asking for you. She said she'll give you a reward for this incident."
"What? Again?! Ah, really now... If she wants to give a reward, she should come herself! Ahem!"
The village chief grumbled and put on a show of bravado at the news that the mage was summoning him again.
A short while later, the two left the village.
"My dear girl... you mustn't resent me for what I did. Even if your father had been the village chief, he would have done the same. This is simply the fate of a leader, the duty of one who bears responsibility. To protect everyone, sometimes you must shed tears and cut off your own arm. Ahem... The goblins may be a bit rough, but they say the women get pregnant and give birth quickly. Just endure it for a month or so..."
Fuck you, old bastard. Then cut off your own damn arm. Why are you doing this to me?
Goblins? Pregnant? Give birth?
What the hell is he talking about?
Hyerim swallowed the curses rising in her throat and continued walking in silence.
"Where is she? Where is the mage?"
The village chief's expectations grew as he looked around eagerly for the promised reward.
"The... the reward is... a-actually... m-my body..."
With trembling words and a shy demeanor, Hyerim slowly began to loosen her clothes.
"What? What did you say?! Ah, this... this is... How does the mage know my heart so well? Aah... As expected of the mage. Yes, yes... Before you fall into the goblins' hands, you should at least taste a man first, right? Heh heh heh..."
Hyerim had already undone her top, revealing her pure white shoulders in a tantalizing display.
"Aah... this is so fucking hot. The mage is giving me such a huge reward... ugh..."
Squelch!!
"Ugh!!"
"Aaaaaargh!!"
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!
I... I just stabbed a person...!!!
Pungjin had crept up as quietly as possible while the village chief lunged excitedly toward Hyerim. Using one of the crude goblin spears, he executed the only bayonet technique he'd learned in the military—Stab!!—and drove it straight into the man.
The spear sank in with surprising ease. The village chief screamed in agony.
"Y-you—!"
Pungjin yanked the spear out and stabbed again. The next thrust missed.
"Aaaagh! P-please... ugh... s-spare me!!"
Squelch!!
He stabbed once more. This time it hit true.
"Take that!!"
Hyerim, who had shed her outer garment to expose her snowy shoulders, pulled out the small knife she'd hidden and stabbed the village chief as well.
"Uuuugh!! S-spare—"
"Shut up!!"
Pungjin didn't want to hear any more screams, excuses, or pleas for mercy. He drove the spear into the village chief's throat.
"Guh!"
The village chief's body twitched and convulsed for a moment before finally going still.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Pungjin's heart felt like it would explode from the adrenaline. To think he'd killed a person so easily. No matter how terrible the things the village chief had done to him and Hyerim, no matter that it was revenge, taking a life wasn't something one should do lightly.
Yet secretly killing the village chief like this was the cleanest method. It allowed them to tidy up the entire matter without a word. This had been the conclusion both of them reached, and both had agreed.
After the horrific experience with the succubus and the unbelievably intense sex that followed, Pungjin felt that he was gradually changing.
Though Hyerim was a woman, she had grown up in this world where death was never far away. She had always heard such stories and accounts. In the culture of Murim, those who lived by its code believed that one must risk everything to take revenge for wrongs done to them. To her, this conclusion felt natural.
For two people with no prior experience of murder, Hyerim had offered her own body as bait so they wouldn't hesitate at the final moment. It was an extreme and coercive method—if they failed, she would have to sacrifice herself. Suggesting such a desperate "burn the bridges" strategy had naturally been Hyerim's idea.
This way, even if hesitation arose at the last second, the situation became a kind of half-forced threat: if he didn't act now, Hyerim would have to give up her body. It left him no choice but to make a swift decision and take action.
Just how wise is this woman... and how terrifying...
Pungjin dragged the village chief's corpse to the pit they had dug earlier and covered it with dirt. Hyerim, who had put her clothes back on, helped him. For a long time, the two worked in silence, cleaning up the scene of the murder—the memory of murder.
"So... where should we go now? Back to the succubus's house? Or to the village?"
"I'll stay at the succubus's house and keep watch over her. I should look around and see if there's anything useful to take."
"Understood. Then I'll come with you."
"Shouldn't you go to the village to look after your father?"
"Father has gotten much better. After he took that medicine we found at the succubus's house..."
"Oh, really? That's good to hear."
Compared to Miwol, the succubus was surprisingly tidy. There were several potions clearly labeled Recovery Potion. Hyerim had tested one on herself first to make sure it was safe for humans, then brought the rest straight to her father upon returning to the village.
"There was quite a bit of money at the succubus's house too. All sorts of medicines, a bed, blankets, plenty of clothes... We could probably just live there..."
Hyerim's face suddenly turned red as she made small talk.
"Let's split the money between us. The furniture and anything else of value too."
"No, what are you saying? What did I even do? The one recovery potion I gave my father is more than enough. Of course you should take everything, Jinjin."
Hyerim didn't seem to realize the implications behind her own words, and Pungjin's talk of dividing the money left her feeling frustrated.
When they returned to the succubus's house while chatting, the succubus was still tightly bound, breathing softly in sleep.
"Hmm... shouldn't we just kill this succubus now while we can?"
"Y-yeah... Cleanly... just..."
Once you've done it once, the second time comes easier. Were they already becoming accustomed to murder?
Seeing that the succubus no longer seemed capable of functioning as one after losing her yin energy, the two felt a surge of courage. They confirmed first that, unlike the initial attempt, there was no longer any rebound force.
Pungjin picked up the goblin spear, aimed it at the succubus's heart, and—just like before—put his full weight behind it.
He drove it in with all his strength.
Squelch!!!
