The Searing Light of Her Eyes
The pregnant woman's vision flashed with a brilliant light. And then...
"Gaaahhh!!"
The old man Yoon suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed to the floor in a heap. Ah! Both of the old man's arms, the ones that had been gripping the sickle, had been severed clean off. Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, he writhed and twisted on the ground, screaming wildly. Blood pooled heavily beneath him.
Meanwhile, Hwan casually yanked the sickle out of his own neck with a dull thunk. Astonishingly, the wound healed in an instant. The old man Yoon, witnessing this bizarre sight, trembled violently all over.
"Y-you... just what the hell are you..."
Hwan's tightly shut eyes trembled violently before slowly opening. The familiar ceiling of his room came into view. He blinked several times. A slight wave of dizziness washed over him. With a sigh, he dragged a hand down his face.
His gaze then fell on that hand. Once it had been the soft, callus-free hand of an ordinary student who only ever held pencils. Now it was covered in rough patches of hardened skin. The coarse texture spoke volumes about the hardships he had endured. After all, that day had forced him into an entirely different life.
Two years. In just two years, Hwan had changed beyond recognition.
He slowly sat up. As the blanket slid away, his completely naked body was revealed. It was covered in lean, compact muscle. With every breath, those muscles twitched and shifted. Compared to before, the difference was like night and day. Especially for someone who had been hopeless at even basic school physical education. Who could have imagined he would end up with a body like this?
Just then, he sensed movement beside the bed. As the blanket slipped down a little further, there she was—an impossibly beautiful woman whose presence alone could steal one's breath. It seemed she had just woken up as well. Her eyes opened languidly, and she offered that same captivating smile she always wore.
"Mmm. It's been a while since I felt this full."
The words she spoke were strangely out of place for someone still in bed. But Hwan had grown used to her reactions. After all, two whole years had passed.
Once again, Miho had absorbed his yang energy. That vitality became the food that sated her hunger and, in turn, restored her power. And the strength she regained became his own. The more he used her power, the more yang energy she required.
If it meant he could have his revenge, reclaim his mother, and track down the monster that had destroyed his family, Hwan was willing to give her everything. Yes. From the day he was reborn through her, he was no longer human. He had become a yokai just like her. A half-human, half-yokai being.
"Looks like you were having a nightmare?" she asked.
Hwan frowned, his expression turning bitter. Sure enough, memories of that day had resurfaced in his dreams for the first time in a while. He wasn't sure why it had come back to him today of all days. Well... it wasn't anything special. That day's events were memories he could never forget in his lifetime. Even now, two years later.
The one small mercy was that the media and the police seemed to have quieted down. They had written the incident off as the atrocity of a cult, naming the old man Yoon as the ringleader. The police still hadn't managed to identify him. They probably never would. After all, he had already met a lonely death in some remote mountain no one knew about. With both arms severed, no less.
And the story of the other missing person—his mother—remained a complete mystery. Some still suspected she might have been another cult leader, but they had no proof. No one knew where his mother had vanished to that day. Not even Hwan.
Ever since that day, he had been relentlessly searching for her. More precisely, he was hunting the monster that had taken her. But he had found no trace of it anywhere. That was precisely why he could never forget that day's memories. No, he must not forget them. Because even now, his mother might still be...
Hwan frowned again. Another wave of dizziness had hit him.
At that moment, Miho gently sat up. She too was completely naked, yet she showed no concern at all. Like a mother comforting her child, she pulled the suffering Hwan into her embrace. She pressed his face against her soft, full breasts and slowly stroked his hair. She said nothing. There was no need. By now, she knew him better than anyone.
Hwan didn't need words of comfort either. Just having her offer her embrace like this was comfort enough. The anxiety in his heart gradually settled. She smelled of flowers. An incredibly fragrant scent. That aroma soothed his troubled mind.
He slowly lifted his head. Their eyes met. She gave him a bewitching smile, gently caressed his cheek, and pressed her lips to his.
Suddenly, he remembered their first kiss. That day, he had felt a woman's lips for the very first time. He could never forget it. The soft, warm sensation. Though truthfully, he didn't remember it in perfect detail. It had been his first time, after all; he hadn't had the presence of mind to savor it properly. What he did remember was the intense shiver that had raced through him the moment their lips touched, as if it had struck his brain directly. For a second, it felt like the world had gone white. That was all, yet it was a feeling he could never forget.
Even now, it wasn't much different from back then. Though he had grown used to it, the kiss she gave him still sent that same electric thrill through his body. Even the way her breath softly tickled the bridge of his nose was exactly the same. And Hwan, on the receiving end, felt the same. If anything, his resistance toward her seemed to have grown even weaker.
He knew full well that these acts were all ways of stealing his yang energy. He knew they were acts of having his life force drained by her. Yet Hwan could not refuse. No, he didn't even want to refuse. This body already belonged to her. In return, all she had to do was help him with his revenge.
She smiled with satisfaction. Then she pushed gently on his back, guiding him to lean against the headboard. Her lips traveled from his mouth, down across his chest, and slowly made their way toward his stomach.
Ah! A tickling sensation spread through him. It turned into a tingling that made his whole body shiver. Her red lips moved steadily lower. Under her skillful caresses, Hwan's body seemed to melt away. His flesh, filled with anticipation, began to burn hot.
Ah! His heart pounded as if it would burst.
Finally, her lips reached his bare groin.
"Mmm..."
She took a deep breath, savoring the thick, masculine scent. Then she softly kissed the tip of his cock.
Ah... His body jerked involuntarily. A breath he had been holding escaped in a rush. Blood began rushing to his lower body once more.
Miho sensed every change and, without hesitation, continued planting soft kisses on the head of his cock. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew that every lewd act he shared with her was ultimately him falling under her spell and having his yang energy stolen. But was it because she was so seductive? Because she was so beautiful? Or because he himself had always been lewd? He seemed to have become addicted to the pleasure he found with her.
Ah! Every single thing she did for him felt like it was soothing the pain of the past. That was why he found himself relying on these acts more and more, even though he knew he shouldn't.
"Haa... haa..."
Hwan's breathing grew ragged. Her lips touched the tip of his now fully erect cock once more. It twitched hard. Ah! Sticky precum began leaking profusely from the head. Miho pressed closer, more insistently. Under her expert touch, it felt like his cock would melt completely. Her soft lips wrapped around his shaft. Her slick, wet tongue slid slowly up the entire length of his throbbing member.
Ah! Damn it! Another shiver ran down his spine. His cock jerked wildly in front of her, and a thick spurt of precum burst out like a fountain. Miho gave a sultry smile and licked up the overflowing fluid with her tongue, swallowing every drop. Every single movement she made drove Hwan insane. Even the way she smiled with her eyes was enough to rob him of his sanity.
Before the seductive, sensual temptation of this woman, Hwan was utterly helpless. Moreover, he still couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman would do these things to him. Was that why every time felt like a dream?
"Aah..."
A low moan escaped him. His cock twitched and trembled nonstop. And finally, she took him fully into her mouth.