Ilsim of the Demon-Slaying Army
After finishing such an intensely passionate session...
Once Hyerim had left...
Pungjin... called for Shura.
Shura had never even dreamed that Pungjin knew she was hiding nearby. She waited on her knees, practically prostrating herself, until he appeared before her.
"I distinctly remember telling you... to go back home..."
"Y-yes, Master... I mean, Jinjin-nim... I did return home.
But then... I couldn't stop worrying that something might happen to you, Master. Especially while you were... enjoying yourself with that female. It wouldn't do to let anything interfere, would it?"
Shura had clearly spent the time racking her brain for the best excuse. She wasn't as dim as she seemed.
"Heh... Is that so? To think you were that concerned about me... I'm so moved I feel like I should reward you.
Now then... open your mouth and stick out your tongue..."
"Huh? ...Y-yes... Ah... Uuugh!!!"
Pungjin grabbed Shura's head and shoved his heavy balls straight into her wide-open mouth.
"Suck them properly...! Yeah, just like that... Mmm... Feels good. Really good..."
The sensation of his balls being licked and slurped by her warm, slick tongue inside that hot mouth was incredible.
Ah... So this is what it feels like. I'd seen it in porn and always wanted to try it at least once...
Now that he'd finally completed his sexual awakening and broken his limit, Pungjin wanted to experience every filthy act he hadn't dared ask of Hyerim—through Shura.
"Ugh... glk...!! Glk!!"
Tears and snot streaming down her face, Shura diligently licked and sucked his cock, balls, and even his asshole with utmost care. Her pure, beautiful face was smeared with pubic hair, saliva, and precum. Her flushed, heated expression and vacant, unfocused eyes created a fantastically erotic sight.
"Haa... Good girl. We've played enough.
I'm going to sleep now, so you head back home."
Having pushed Shura to the absolute brink of arousal and heat, Pungjin fell asleep without even bothering to cum.
Shura sat there with a dumbfounded look for a moment before the unbearable excitement took over and she reached for herself again.
At that exact moment, Pungjin shot upright as if he'd been waiting for it, roaring in anger.
"Hey!!! Shura!
I told you to go home! That's twice you've disobeyed me! From today on, you're forbidden from touching yourself without my permission!!
Got it?! Repeat it back to me!!!"
"Aah... Master... I mean, Jinjin-nim... That's too cruel... Haa... Sob...
No... no touching myself... sob..."
Shura trembled violently at Pungjin's cruel decree, yet her body seemed to grow even more excited, almost delighted.
Uuugh... M-Master... Please torment me like this... Even more harshly... Make me more miserable... Aah... I'm so... so happy...
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"Hehe, so the monsters... or rather, the goblins have already been dealt with?"
The next day...
Ilsim, the monk from the Demon-Slaying Army, arrived in the village a bit later than expected. Hyerim had apparently requested help from the temple where she used to work.
When Pungjin heard the word "monk," he'd pictured the Buddhist monks from Korea, and the overall vibe was indeed quite similar. The man had a buzz cut in a neat sports style rather than a completely shaved head. He pressed his palms together in greeting, wore gray robes, and carried a prayer bead staff—just like the monks back home.
However, the religion itself didn't seem to be the Buddhism Pungjin knew, which worshipped Amitabha or Guanyin. This one appeared to be a more ordinary faith centered around the Sun-Moon Holy Spirits.
And yet... the affiliation was apparently "Shaolin Temple."
Ah... I'd heard all the talk about [Murim] and [Murim] and just assumed it was a figure of speech... but this really is Murim, huh.
But shouldn't Chinese monks wear yellow robes? Why is everything in this world such a weird mishmash?
Come to think of it, Hyerim had also mentioned working as an apprentice shrine maiden at a temple. So women worked there too, apparently.
From what he'd gathered, this Shaolin Temple had branches and sub-temples spread across the entire country, forming one massive unified organization. Among them, the Demon-Slaying Army monks affiliated with the branches would help poor villagers tormented by monsters or use their martial prowess to subjugate bandits and other criminals.
They didn't use magic like witches, though. It seemed they employed genuine Murim techniques—various martial arts and internal energy.
"Hehe... To think such a young benefactor not only exterminated the goblins but even treated the village elder... The Sun-Moon Holy Spirits must be pleased.
Still, to confirm the extermination was done properly, I should take a look around the forest."
"In that case, I'll accompany you."
"Oh? You would do that? I'm grateful. Hehe... What a courageous person you are!"
Pungjin had volunteered to tag along, eager to gather any knowledge he could about this world. The information above was what he'd learned while traveling with the monk Ilsim.
"Hehe... It seems you truly know nothing about us, Benefactor?"
Ilsim asked, clearly shocked by Pungjin's ignorance.
"Ah... yes. I've been living almost completely alone, holed up in the mountains... so I'm rather clueless about the ways of the world. Haha..."
"I see... You must be from one of those remote mountain villages of slash-and-burn farmers."
"Yes, well... something like that."
Chatting about this and that, the two men ventured deep into the forest. Pungjin deliberately steered them in a different direction, worried they might head toward Shura's house.
"There are certainly traces of where the goblins were... Though I apologize for asking, but...
Exactly how did you manage to exterminate them?"
Shit... I wasn't prepared for a surprise question like this!
Pungjin had driven the goblins out, but how exactly had he done it? Alone?
As expected, a monk from the Demon-Slaying Army operated on a completely different level from the simple villagers. Pungjin's lazy plan of showing a few goblin corpse fragments as proof suddenly hit a wall.
"Ah, well, you see... The truth is...
I didn't actually kill the goblins myself. There was a wizard controlling them, and I somehow... luckily... managed to..."
"What? A w-wizard?! You mean there was a wizard?!"
One lie had spiraled into a much bigger one. The situation was getting serious.
Ilsim looked genuinely horrified at the mention of a wizard.
"Why on earth didn't you mention this sooner?!"
"I was afraid the villagers would be even more terrified if they heard about a wizard. And since I'd already taken care of the wizard, I thought there was no problem, Monk."
"No, no, this is serious. A wizard? They don't disappear that easily. There's a much higher chance he tricked you with some magical method or is plotting something else... Aah, Sun-Moon Holy Spirits... A wizard instead of goblins... How terrifying..."
The moment he heard the word "wizard," Ilsim began making a huge fuss, practically having a fit.
"That... w-wizard... it was definitely a man, right? It absolutely wasn't a... a witch, was it? A woman???"
Since Pungjin looked so clueless, Ilsim was double-checking every single fact.
"This is an extremely serious matter, Benefactor. This is something that must be reported to headquarters immediately. Witches... well, there aren't many of them, and they don't usually cause us major trouble. But wizards are on a completely different level.
They're men who try to learn magic, fail at it, and build up stress, so they often resort to twisted and hideous methods to increase their power. In particular...
Some of them even align themselves with the Demonic Cult... becoming kin, subordinates, or relatives of the cult!"
Demonic Cult... Demonic Cult... Damn it, this really is Murim...
Pungjin was more startled by Ilsim's panic than anything else. He racked his brain for a way to escape this situation and began mixing truth with lies as he recounted what had supposedly happened.
"...So that's why the village chief and I went into the forest. Then suddenly this wizard appeared with goblins and kidnapped us."
"What?! Even Miss Hyerim was kidnapped?! By goblins?!"
It seemed that in this world's Murim common sense, the combination of goblins and a young woman immediately led to one obvious conclusion. Ilsim understood instantly.
"Yes... It seems the wizard kidnapped Hyerim specifically to do... exactly what you're imagining. I just got caught up in it by bad luck."
"Ooooh! Sun-Moon Holy Spirits! How vile! How wicked! How horrifying!
Aaaah! These Demonic Cult bastards... these filthy heretics... I must break their spines at once!!!"
Ilsim burned with righteous fury. Pungjin thought it was a bit strange to hear a monk swearing like that, but he simply accepted that this was how things worked around here.
After all, didn't monks here eat meat and sleep with women too?
Anyway, Pungjin excitedly spun his increasingly elaborate fake story. Ilsim was such a reactive listener that it was genuinely fun to keep going.
"...And then!!! ...So what happened was!!!"
They'd been captured and imprisoned in the wizard's house. While the wizard was busy raping Hyerim, the village chief—who had run away earlier—returned out of guilt. Together with Pungjin, they killed the wizard while he was exhausted and sleeping after the act. The lie flowed smoothly from Pungjin's mouth.
And to avoid upsetting the villagers, especially to protect Hyerim, he'd hidden most of the truth and simply told everyone that he'd driven away the goblins. Pungjin laid out his story with great enthusiasm.
"This is... truly a secret I intended to take to my grave, Monk. I'm only telling you because it's you.
If you were to reveal this to anyone... it would be disastrous. For Hyerim's sake... that poor girl... Sob..."
Pungjin put on an Oscar-worthy performance, even pretending to shed tears. The wolf in dog's clothing was in full actor mode.
"Aah... Benefactor, you truly have a kind heart...
Aah... Everything was for Miss Hyerim's sake... I, Ilsim, swear upon the Sun-Moon Holy Spirits that I will never speak of what I heard today to another soul... Aah..."
Ilsim had completely bought into Pungjin's ridiculous, plot-hole-riddled story without question.
Perhaps he was more naive than he appeared, or maybe he was simply too shocked by the lie that Hyerim had been raped to press for details. After all, it would have been difficult to ask for specifics about something so horrible happening to someone he knew—especially cute little Hyerim.
Hyerim... I'm sorry. But it can't be helped.
You'll understand, right? If not, too bad.
The "screw it, I'll do what I want" attitude was slowly taking over Pungjin's mind. Bit by bit...
he was becoming more and more corrupted by evil.