Lust Demon: Jongchil - 8
We returned to the rundown shack of the Sobak sisters. The filthy house reeked of mildew, and it was no more pleasant on a second look. At least it seemed decent compared to the other dumps in this dirty alley. In my hands, I carried two bottles of strong liquor. We were already nicely buzzed, but we had room for a few more rounds. Surprisingly, the Sobak sisters held their booze well. Folks with tough lives like theirs always had booze as their best friend. That must be why so many beggars were boozehounds. Bang Geukcheon was a drunkard to match his rough looks, and I could handle my share too. When people who chug like fish get together, the party never ends.
Sobak's older sister, Yubak, set out a tiny table. It was small even for four of us, but we squeezed in shoulder-to-shoulder and got rowdy. Sobak made no bones about hitting on Bang Geukcheon, and he didn't push her away. Thick signals flew between them—the classic green light.
Yubak came onto me just like her sister. I didn't stonewall her to kill the vibe, but it was starting to piss me off a bit. Know your place, bitch.
By the time we'd emptied one bottle of liquor, I stood up.
"Gonna check on the outhouse. Wanna come, Brother Bang?"
"Sure. Still got a whole bottle left, so I need to take a leak first. Let's go."
We left the two sisters behind and stepped out. The shack's outhouse was at the alley's end—a communal shitter for the whole shantytown, from the look of it. The ammonia stench hit you from a block away, screaming neglect. No surprise; who the hell maintains public toilets in a beggar slum like this?
I secretly slapped a common sense alteration sticker on Bang Geukcheon's back. He was buzzed enough not to notice the touch. The sticker worked on individuals with maximized effect. Bang Geukcheon was a nobody martial artist, unmentioned in the original story. No way he'd shrug it off. Still, he was a fighter, so how well it'd work was a gamble.
"Brother Bang, looks like little Sobak's got the hots for you. What do you think?"
I probed him first. He scratched his cheek, his voice thick with booze but his intent clear.
"She's a fine woman. I'd tie the knot if I could."
True to his righteous faction bullshit, he danced around saying he wanted to fuck her. Especially this guy—prime hypocrite with his head full of proper thoughts. That mindset only got you screwed in this brutal world. I sneered inwardly. This loser who couldn't even bag a single chick thought he had ambitions?
"Think you could get it up proper for little Sobak?"
"Uh... not sure. Even with all my confidence, the sight of a naked woman kills it down there."
"That's a shame. Brother Bang, how about I show you how to fuck little Sobak this time?"
"Huh? What're you on about?"
"Gonna give you a live demo. A demo."
I straight-up told him I was gonna fuck the girl he liked. Bang Geukcheon steadied his wobbly stance and repeated my words.
"Fuck... little Sobak?"
"Yep. Didn't you say you wanted to learn how to handle women from me? Nothing beats watching the real deal."
"Ahem... but isn't that rape? As a righteous man, I can't..."
Hesitation dripped from his voice. I realized the sticker was already messing with his perception. Normally, he'd be raging from the moment I declared I'd fuck his crush.
"Not rape—it's mutual consent if she likes it."
"B-but without even asking little Sobak..."
Trouble clouded his face. As expected of a martial artist, he wasn't fully bending to mind control. The sticker's effect halved against strong wills. If it was full force, he wouldn't even make that face. His mental strength exceeded my expectations, even drunk as he was.
'Yeah, this sticker's only easy on normies.'
But it wasn't completely useless, so I pushed harder.
"Little Sobak's basically consented already. Inviting two guys home this late at night? She's ready to spread 'em. Anyone would think that."
"Y-yeah?"
My brazen confidence made him waver, but he bought it. The sticker was working. If I'd stuck it on Sobak instead, it'd be smoother—she was a plain civilian who'd fold instantly. But I liked this setup better. I'd twisted plenty of women's wills in the Soul Community world. This time, I wanted to steal a man's will and fuck his crush right in front of him. Sorry, Bang Geukcheon—you're my plaything for the thrill. Bonus: testing the sticker's limits.
He resisted somewhat despite not being a main character, even hammered. 'Better not even try on original key players unless they're weak-minded. Probably won't stick at all.'
Realizing that alone was a huge win. Now, time to fuck Sobak.
'No need to feel bad. This idiot can't even talk dirty to girls properly. If he learns from my dickwork, he should be thanking me!'
We pissed in the filthy outhouse and headed back. The sisters were pouring for each other, still boozing hard. We slid in and drained the last bottle. Then I laid the groundwork.
"Hmm, it's getting late. Hunting down an inn now sounds like a pain... Yubak, sorry, but could we crash here tonight?"
I knew she'd say yes. Her ugly mug lit up as she nodded, probably fantasizing about jumping me. Sorry (not sorry), her looks weren't worth the ride.
"Of course. Can't leave my two benefactors out in the cold. The place is humble, but rest easy."
Sobak snuck peeks at Bang Geukcheon. He smiled back—soft, mismatched with his mug. Her flushed, boozy face went redder; she turned away, smitten. To me, he looked like a bandit grinning at trapped prey. They were like awkward newbies dating.
"I'll set out bedding."
The shack had one room. Per Yubak's call, guys inside, girls in the main area. Her sharp eyes hinted she might sneak in later. Creepy.
I didn't lie on the bedding Yubak laid out. Bang Geukcheon eyed me worriedly.
"You sure? What if little Sobak cries rape to the authorities..."
"Brother Bang, you don't trust me? If not, this'll convince you. Watch with your own eyes how this thing takes down a woman."
We waited till the sisters bedded down. They doused the lamp and hit the futons, snoring drunk. I cracked open the sliding door. The creaky wood echoed in the quiet room.
"Brother Bang, keep your voice low like me from here on."
"Too dark to see. Need to circulate qi."
Bang Geukcheon powered up night vision with inner energy. I waited for my eyes to adjust. Then I alternated glances at the women—no mix-ups on the goods. Confirmed: Sobak left, Yubak right. I went to Sobak.
"Heh! Even sleeping, she looks like a fairy, huh? See okay, Brother Bang?"
"Gulp! Crystal clear."
Excited, his lips twitched. Gone was the righteous hero chasing thugs from shacks; now a bandit plotting to snatch a woman. Sticker's doing? Suited him better anyway.
"Shh! Too loud, Brother Bang. They might wake, drunk or not."
"S-sorry. I'll whisper."
I dropped my pants and underwear. I peeled back Sobak's blanket and mounted her, knees on either side of her thighs to avoid crushing her, hands by her shoulders. My cock dangled over her.
"That's massive..."
Bang Geukcheon gawked at my dick. Felt great. A man's pride is his cock—no guy hates the praise. I shook it exaggeratedly for show—and warmup.
"This'll pierce little Sobak's pussy. What do you think she'll be like, Brother Bang?"
"Like how?"
"Virgin? Or already broken in?"
He stammered at my bluntness.
"Th-that's..."
"Quiet down, Brother Bang. Anyway, she's a virgin. That innocent vibe in her moves. But Yubak next door? Used goods. Her eyes scream experience."
Staying a virgin in this rough hood ain't easy—especially the older sis. Ugly face, but pussy demand exists.
"How do you know?"
"Wisdom from countless lays."
He swallowed hard, voice tense, anxious, horny. The righteous hero who'd booted thugs for this poor girl now thrilled at her rape. The irony thrilled me. Good call sticking the sticker on him, not her.
I yanked off her blanket fully. Her thin nightclothes looked freezing, ragged and torn. I slid a hand to her pant leg. Her sleepy squirms looked so fragile.
"Brother Bang, one favor."
"What?"
"If she wakes, play along like you're the one on her, not me. She'll relax more, pop her cherry happy."
"R-really...?"
Logically bullshit, but his voice was strung tight.
"I trust only you, Brother Bang."
I tugged down her pants and panties. Cold air hit her crotch; she stirred awake.
"Hnnng... umm...!"
Too dark to clock the situation. I signaled Bang Geukcheon. He played along.
"Ahem! Uh... little Sobak?"
"Mmm!? Great Hero Bang? What's going on...?"
Her voice was groggy but calm. Should've screamed at a midnight mounter, but knowing it was Bang? Instant relief. She'd been down to fuck him. Even if he jumped her. A martial artist like Bang was upper class to shantytown trash. Most girls here would spread for him—especially a cutie like Sobak, who'd pick decent over him specifically. In the marriage market, a woman's face is her martial art. She'd open for Bang less for backup, more 'cause she dug him. Objectively, I'd be better husband material—my cash trumped his fists. Money's king.
"Ahem! Sorry for the late hour. Thinking of you... I couldn't hold back my lust!"
Bang nailed the act.
"Heehee! Really? That makes a girl happy."
Sobak purred coquettishly.
"Ahem! So... you wanna share the bed with me tonight?"
He pushed bold. Decent skills—probably slayed if not traumatized.
"Eep~! You're embarrassing me."
Token resistance—green light. I shoved my fat cock between her thighs. Feeling it, she gasped like she'd choke.
"S-so big! As expected of Great Hero Bang! Matches your ocean-deep righteousness. First time... not sure I can take something this huge."
"D-don't worry. I'll make it hurtless."
Bang fed me lines. This fucker's useful. We vibe.
"Mmm~ Hero, hold me. I'm cold."
I crushed her body to mine. But she flinched hard—our builds differed by half. No mistaking us up close.
"W-wait! What the—?!"
"Heh heh! Virgin pussy, bon appétit!"
I rammed my thick rod into Sobak's cunt.