Chapter 424: ...Your turn is in a week.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 424: ...Your turn is in a week.
"…I suppose… there isn't a problem."
Sun-woo finally spoke, his words slow and deliberate.
It was because he truly felt there was no issue. There was no flaw in her logic. Assuming that love transcends all, the gap between their species wasn't a significant hurdle. Besides, hadn't she already completed her molting into a human form?
What could possibly be wrong with such a being loving him?
"Really? Truly?"
Upon hearing Sun-woo’s words, Yorang began to hop up and down in excitement. She seemed genuinely thrilled by his positive response.
Squish, squish.
Sun-woo’s expression turned awkward. Yorang was currently clinging to him, buried in his embrace. As she jumped and stomped her feet, he couldn't help but feel the sensation of her breasts against him.
Normally, he wouldn't have paid it much mind, but now that he was conscious of her love for him, the contact felt strangely distracting and uncomfortable.
"I mean it… so stop clinging to me now."
Sun-woo placed a hand on Yorang’s head and began to gently push her away.
"No! I want to stay stuck to you!"
Ignoring his push, Yorang clung even tighter, refusing to let go.
Should I just give her a good smack?
Sun-woo fell into serious contemplation. An internal conflict raged within him over whether or not he should actually bonk her on the head.
"Hehehe… Hehe… I like you, Sun-woo… I like you so much."
Just then, Yorang’s voice drifted into his ear. Looking down, he saw her nuzzling her face against his chest.
Sigh.
Seeing that, Sun-woo unclenched his raised fist. He felt it wouldn't be right to use violence to drive away someone who was simply expressing their affection.
Pat, pat.
Instead of a punch, he opened his palm and began to stroke the back of her head. He decided that stroking her hair was the appropriate response for now.
"Hehehehe."
Yorang let out a giddy giggle, clearly enjoying the sensation of Sun-woo’s touch.
Grin.
Seeing her smile, Sun-woo offered a satisfied smirk of his own. It seemed choosing to pet her instead of hitting her had been the right call.
"Sun-woo…"
Yorang called out to him again.
"What is it?"
"Do you understand now? That I love you?"
"I get it."
Sun-woo nodded. Her sincerity had reached the depths of his heart.
"Then let’s mate!"
"What!?"
Sun-woo’s voice spiked in shock. What on earth was this spiritual being talking about in broad daylight?
"If we love each other, we have to mate!"
Yorang dug deeper into Sun-woo’s embrace as she spoke.
"Wait, you brat. There’s an order to these things!"
"What order! You do it every single night, Sun-woo! Do it with me today!"
Still burrowed in his arms, Yorang began to fumble with the front of Sun-woo’s clothes, pulling them open.
"Wait! Hey! Hey! Don't take them off!"
Sun-woo frantically tried to calm her down. He appreciated her feelings, but this was moving way too fast. She wasn't even acting like a person; it was more like an animal that wanted to get laid the moment their eyes met.
Well, I guess she is closer to a beast.
"No! I’m going to do it! I’m doing it!"
Despite Sun-woo’s protests, Yorang’s hands were relentless. With practiced ease, she completely stripped the clothes from his upper body.
Lick, lick.
Then, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick Sun-woo’s nipples.
"Hey! Stop it right now!"
Lick, lick.
Yorang ignored him, her tongue moving even faster, ensuring Sun-woo felt every sensation.
What the—why is she so good at this?
Sun-woo began to panic at her skillful tongue-work. Though she’d had a husband before, that was back when she was a Human-Faced Spider, before her molting. There was no way she should know how humans engaged in intercourse—the foreplay, the building of heat, and the eventual insertion of a dick into a pussy.
Yet, contrary to his expectations, she was proficient. She was skilled at foreplay and moved her tongue with an uncanny familiarity.
How is this possible?
Sun-woo was bewildered. How could someone who was essentially a virgin in a human body possess such incredible technique? It defied all logic.
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure surged through his entire body. It seemed his body was starting to get aroused by her ministrations.
This is dangerous.
Sun-woo realized that if he let her continue, things would spiral out of control.
Whoosh—
Whack!
Sun-woo raised his fist and brought it down hard on Yorang’s head.
"Aaaaagh!"
Yorang let out a sharp scream.
"That hurts!"
She clutched her head, tears welling in her eyes. Sun-woo had put a considerable amount of internal energy into that blow.
"I told you to stop!" Sun-woo roared.
"Why did you hit me?! Why?! Why did you have to hit me?!"
Yorang glared back at him, her voice rising in defiance.
"Because you wouldn't listen!"
"What’s wrong with expressing affection between people who love each other?!"
"This is a public place!"
"Love transcends everything! Age, borders, nationality, and location!"
"Are you going to keep talking nonsense?"
Sun-woo stared at her, dumbfounded. What kind of absurd sophistry was this?
"I don't care! I don't care! I’m going to finish what I started! I’m finishing it!"
Yorang shook her head violently and lunged at Sun-woo again, intent on ravishing him.
"You little—!"
Whack!
Sun-woo’s fist connected with Yorang’s head once more. A loud thud echoed, and a large bump immediately began to swell on her head. It was such a powerful strike that it had actually broken the skin.
"Waaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!"
Yorang finally burst into tears. The physical pain of the blow was one thing, but the sorrow of Sun-woo not acknowledging her feelings hit her even harder.
"Waaaaahhh!! Why do you keep hitting me?! Why?! You mean jerk! Waaaaahhh!"
Yorang wept bitterly, hurling accusations at him. Usually, she would have just whimpered and cowered for fear of being hit again, but her current rebellion showed just how deeply hurt she was.
Sigh.
Sun-woo let out a long breath as he watched her. There was no sign of her stopping anytime soon. He wanted to give her a few more smacks, but he knew that would only fuel her resentment further. He felt a headache coming on.
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"Waaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!! Sun-woo is a dummy!!! A dummy!"
Yorang cried and cried. An immense sorrow had welled up from deep within her chest. She only wanted to make the Sun-woo she loved happy. She intended to serve him as a female, just like the women he mated with tirelessly every night.
But she had been rejected. And not just rejected—she’d been struck on the head with a fist like iron.
It was miserable. It was beyond miserable. How could he do this?
She had been with Sun-woo for a long time, but she had never seen him lay a hand on his lovers. That realization only made her sorrow grow.
She was his lover too. She loved him too. So why did he reject her and use violence to stop her? Why was she the only one treated so harshly?
"Waaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Yorang wailed even louder, determined to cry until all her sorrow was gone.
Hug.
Suddenly, something wrapped around her, and a warm heat began to spread through her body. Startled by the sudden warmth, Yorang snapped her eyes open.
She saw Sun-woo holding her in his arms.
Grit.
Seeing him like this sparked a wave of defiance. He hits her on the head one moment and hugs her the next? The nerve! Her anger flared.
"Let go! Let go! I said let go!"
Wrapped in Sun-woo’s embrace, Yorang struggled violently, demanding to be released. She hit, scratched, and bit him, using every trick she could think of. But Sun-woo didn't budge.
"Why?! You said you didn't want me! I’ll just go away! Let go! Let go of me!"
Yorang’s resistance grew even more frantic.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Yorang possessed strength that transcended human limits. Clear, heavy impact sounds echoed from Sun-woo’s body as she pummeled him.
Squeeze.
Even so, Sun-woo did not let go. Instead, he pulled her in even tighter, as if vowing never to release her.
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After some time had passed, Yorang’s struggling finally ceased. She had vented enough of her anger.
"Are you calm now?" Sun-woo asked softly.
"Fine! I only stopped because you're not even worth hitting anymore!"
"You sure hit me a lot for someone not worth hitting."
"You were worth it right up until the moment I stopped!"
"Good grief."
Sun-woo let out a hollow laugh at her ridiculous excuse. She had only been learning human speech for a year, yet she refused to lose a single argument.
She really is a genius.
"Anyway, let go now!" Yorang shouted, her voice still sharp.
"No."
"What!?"
"I’m not letting go." Sun-woo smiled faintly as he spoke.
"Why not!?"
"Because I’m afraid you’ll start wailing again."
"I won't! I won't!" Yorang yelled back.
"And because I want to hold you."
"…What?"
"I want to hold you," Sun-woo repeated calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"…"
Yorang fell silent, her mouth clamped shut. She was trying to process what Sun-woo meant by those words.
"Don't joke with me."
Finally, she reached a conclusion. It had to be a joke.
"It’s not a joke. I really want to hold you… Your skin smells like peaches, and I like it very much." Sun-woo continued, a gentle smile on his face.
"Don't lie… I know… you're just saying that… to comfort me… so I don't cry again."
"I am trying to comfort you, that’s true… but it’s also true that I want to hold you."
"…Now you say that?"
Yorang looked up at him with a piercing gaze.
"After you punched me in the head and told me to get lost!"
She snapped at him, her voice rising. She had cried her fill, but the wound from his earlier rejection was still fresh.
"That’s because you lunged at me so suddenly… and in a public place, no less."
"What does that matter?! If you want to do it, you do it!" Yorang argued, genuinely unable to understand.
"It matters. No matter how much you love someone, you have to pick the right place. Who would want to show the world the sight of them making love to the person they cherish?"
"…"
Yorang went quiet. That actually sounded somewhat persuasive.
"And if we just do it the moment we feel the urge, how are we any different from beasts? You said you want to become a Yokai Immortal, right? How long are you going to be a slave to such primal instincts?"
"…"
"Because I love you, I can endure it. Just now, you were too excited and too hasty."
Sun-woo gently pointed out her mistake in a calm tone, trying to make her understand.
Intercourse was a vital part of a relationship. Happiness between lovers could fluctuate based on many variables, such as frequency and satisfaction. Therefore, lovers had a duty to maintain a healthy sexual relationship to provide each other with a sense of fulfillment.
However, one must not become obsessed with it. Everyone has their own timing and preferred locations. If one fails to understand these individual differences and forces themselves on their partner driven by desire, the relationship risks devolving into something unhealthy and inappropriate.
That was why Sun-woo had resorted to violence. He needed to instill proper sexual values into a being who still held the instincts of a beast.
Of course, hitting a woman who loved him was painful, but he wanted her to know the truth: humans are not beings driven solely by desire, but beings who share their hearts.
"But…"
Yorang pouted at Sun-woo’s words.
"You’re always… driven by desire too, Sun-woo…"
"When was I?" Sun-woo asked, looking flustered.
"There are seven women you’ve mated with."
"…"
"Isn't it a result of your primal instincts that you can't be satisfied with one woman and keep looking for new ones to mate with?"
Yorang stared at him with sharp, accusing eyes.
…Damn, when did she get so eloquent?
Sun-woo flinched as he met her gaze. Her words had struck right at the heart of the matter.
"If you can't even control yourself, why are you telling me not to be driven by my instincts! That’s totally selfish!"
"…"
Sun-woo fell into deep thought, wondering how to respond.
"…At least I pick the right places," he finally managed to squeeze out as an excuse. "At the very least, you should do it where no one else is around."
"There’s no one here right now."
"It’s outdoors! How can I do it outdoors? It’s embarrassing."
"Then if I say let’s move to a different place, will you do it?"
Yorang’s eyes sparkled as she asked.
"No."
Sun-woo rejected her flatly.
"Why not this time!?"
"…Because today is the day I promised to hold Ga-ryeo."
"What!?"
"…Your turn is in a week."
Sun-woo spoke with an embarrassed expression.