Three Travelers Set Out for the City
As soon as Hyerim’s father, Namgyu, had roughly patched up his health…
It was time for Hyerim to return to the city and resume her duties as an apprentice priestess.
Pungjin, too, had received a meager payment from the villagers for exterminating the goblins. It was basically an installment plan.
Since they had no money to speak of, they could only give him what they had now, with the rest promised… next year…
That was the condition.
Pungjin had planned to leave for the city with Hyerim, so the small sum left him bitterly disappointed. But Shura had a decent amount of money on her, so it wasn’t a huge problem.
He had briefly considered just staying at Shura’s house, learning magic from her, and living a quiet life. Still, he ultimately decided that heading to the city and experiencing all sorts of new things would be better.
Besides, magic apparently felt completely different depending on one’s race. Learning it from another species was nearly impossible. Especially for a human man to learn magic—it was said to be an incredibly difficult task.
True to his original personality, Pungjin gave up rather easily and started thinking he might as well try becoming a healer.
Back in modern Korea, becoming a doctor required not only insane academic talent but also years upon years of study—Pungjin wasn’t even sure exactly how many—followed by internships, residencies, and who knew what else. At the very least, he knew it was an extremely, extremely difficult path.
But here, becoming a healer didn’t seem quite that hard… or so he hoped.
Of course, witches could fix even the most severe injuries in the blink of an eye using healing magic or recovery potions. Yet it was extremely rare for those witches to bestow such grace upon humans. Instead, they sold the potions at ridiculously high prices, essentially swindling people.
Anyway…
Using the Heal magic that appeared in fantasy novels to instantly, effortlessly fix the sick and injured—that was the true romance of a man, wasn’t it?!
Of course, the healing arts used by humans rather than witches couldn’t mend people in the blink of an eye. It took quite a bit of time and required various procedures, but it was said to be capable of curing most serious injuries and illnesses.
Could it even perform medical miracles that the best hospitals and doctors in Pungjin’s original world couldn’t achieve?
If so, then even cancer—which modern medicine still hadn’t fully overcome—could probably be cured without much trouble.
If he learned this healing art and returned to the modern world… maybe he could make a living with it?
That was Pungjin’s simple, almost childishly naive thought.
In any case, to learn more about the Murim world, Pungjin set out on the road with Hyerim.
He had wondered if they could ride the flying horse that Hyerim had used when she came to fetch him before. But that creature was specialized for short distances. Using it continuously for long periods without rest would cause its magic stone to wear down rapidly and shatter.
Short, intermittent uses were fine, but even if you slowed the speed, prolonged continuous operation would still drain the stone completely.
Besides, if they rode the flying horse, they’d have to return it to the village somehow, and there was no one to do that for them.
The flying horse seemed to be strictly an emergency reserve—something used only for urgent messages or truly desperate situations.
After Hyerim had used it, Pungjin had never once seen the village’s flying horse taken out again.
The same was true in the city. Flying horses were used only by postal carriers, messengers, or for carrying small amounts of cargo in specialized, frequently-stopping operations. Larger flying boats apparently served roles similar to ambulances—transporting critical patients or dispatching emergency guards, like a fantasy version of 119.
Nobles and royalty did use flying horses and boats in daily life, of course. But even those couldn’t be deployed en masse for things like war or large-scale cargo transport, for the reasons mentioned earlier.
And witches and archmages, who stood above even the nobility, used their own unique magical means of travel.
That was why Hyerim had pushed herself so hard to ride the flying horse when she came looking for Pungjin. If she hadn’t prepared at least that much when asking a witch for a favor and bringing someone back, the witch would never have agreed. That was simply common sense in the Murim world.
And so Hyerim and Pungjin set off on the long, long road.
A journey on foot, without even a single horse.
When Hyerim had first come to Mahari, she had been lucky enough to hitch a ride with a merchant’s wagon. Thanks to that, she had learned of Miwol’s existence and the location of her house. But on the way back, even if they had money, there was no convenient transport to be found. They had no choice but to walk.
The two of them traveled far from the village before meeting up with Shura.
Shura, naturally, had brought her own means of transportation—the goblin-pulled carriage.
“Are you insane? What the hell were you thinking, dragging this thing around? What if humans see it?!”
Pungjin gave her a thorough tongue-lashing while Shura burst into tears with a pathetic “Boo-hoooo…”
As an incubus with zero common sense about humans, she really was a hopeless child.
She may have evolved into an incubus princess, but her magic skills were still lacking. She couldn’t wield magic as skillfully as most witches, so she was incapable of high-level spells like teleportation or levitation magic.
The three of them began trudging along on foot, just as originally planned.
Whenever they came across a passing farmer’s cart or a merchant’s wagon, they would ask for directions. If it was heading the right way, they would pay a small fee and hitch a ride.
That was how they traveled.
After a full day of walking, when evening fell, they prepared to camp in a remote, sparsely populated area. Pungjin ordered Shura to go hunt something nearby.
Once Shura disappeared and only the two of them remained, the atmosphere suddenly grew strange.
After sharing such intense passion that day, the pair had become strangely shy with each other ever since. They would only blush and avoid meaningful conversation.
When Pungjin said he would go to the city with her, Hyerim had grown even more embarrassed. She had been relieved that Shura would be with them the whole way, providing a buffer with her constant chatter.
But now that evening had come and they were alone again, the two of them once more fell into awkward silence.
“Um… H-Hyerim…”
“Ah… Jinjin… oppa… you said you’d speak casually to me…”
Hyerim suddenly accelerated at full throttle!
Even after they met again, she had gone back to speaking formally and hadn’t called him “oppa” at all. But the moment they were alone, she switched right back.
“Ah… r-right… H-Hyerim-ah…”
“Yes… oppa…”
Hyerim looked up at him with flushed cheeks, blinking rapidly. Those intense, unmistakably female, predatory eyes… Pungjin couldn’t handle them at all!!
Avoiding her gaze, he spoke.
“Are… are you tired? Your legs don’t hurt?”
“Ah… no. Are you okay, oppa?”
“Mmm… yeah, it’s a little tough. Anyway, Hyerim-ah…”
“Yes?”
“You know… last time… I said I’d keep going until I was… satisfied…”
Ah… crap.
Maybe he really shouldn’t have said that back then?
Should he have just closed his eyes and said “This is the last time”?
Or maybe “Just two more times”… something like that?
Hyerim felt a cold sweat run down her cleavage. She had completely turned the tables on him and now had him by the balls.
“Y-yes…? Ah… yes… o-of course…”
No matter what, a debt had to be repaid. Words once spoken had to be kept. That was the way of life for the Murim people of this era—living and dying by loyalty and honor. It was their basic philosophy. And that rule applied to women and commoners alike.
“Hup!!”
The moment Hyerim answered, Pungjin yanked her close and crushed his lips against hers!!!
“Looks like I won’t be satisfied even until the day I die. What should we do about that?”
Huh? What kind of nonsense was that?
Hyerim’s eyes widened in shock.
“Hehehe… Hyerim, that means you’re mine forever now…”
“N-no… oppa, even so—”
“Mmm… mmph… chuup… chuup… chuup…”
Ignoring her protests, Pungjin kissed her even more deeply.
The instant their lips met, an overtly lewd, passionate kiss began—as if it had been waiting for this moment. Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing freely.
“Mmph… ngh… chuup… chuuup… aah…”
It was as if the heat had suddenly risen between them. They couldn’t bear to be apart for even a second. They kissed endlessly, hands roaming greedily over each other’s bodies.
Hyerim’s full, firm breasts and plump ass were once again roughly kneaded and distorted by Pungjin’s strong hands.
“Aah… Hyerim… your tits… they’re so good… so big… so soft… ngh!!”
“Aah… oppa… I like it… harder… squeeze them stronger, please!!”
Even though he was already gripping them hard, Hyerim begged him to squeeze even harder, as if she wanted him to crush her breasts. The powerful grip sent sharp pain mixed with electric pleasure surging through her.
Pungjin kept squeezing and kneading until her breasts and ass turned bright red.
Meanwhile, their other hands were already rubbing each other’s genitals frantically through their clothes.
“Ahn… oppa… oppa… oppa’s cock… it’s so hard… aah… Hyerim’s pussy is getting so wet… rub it… aahh…!”
“Ngh… H-Hyerim-ah… touch the thing… underneath… yeah… that’s it… my balls… mmm… like that… ngh…”
“Aah… th-this… these are your balls? Does it feel good when I touch them too?”
“Y-yeah… it feels good… ngh… Hyerim’s chubby pussy… your sloppy, dripping wet pussy…! I’m going to fuck it until the day I die… ngh…!”
“N-no!! Then how am I supposed to get married?!”
“Ughhh… you already promised… even after you get married, you can just give it to me!!”
“Aahk! How can you say something like that?!”
Hyerim, who had naturally assumed he would ask her to marry him, was utterly shocked by Pungjin’s outrageous statement that completely defied common sense and heavenly laws.
Hyerim's body had already been thoroughly corrupted by Pungjin's yin energy. The more she tried to resist, the stronger the obscene pleasure grew, binding her deeper to him with every touch.
