The Fatal Allure of Forbidden Pleasure
The moans of a woman in ecstasy—Aaah... To Hwan, who had never known a woman before, they were far too lethal and sweet a spell. As expected, he could not refuse. He had no choice but to surrender to her sensual gaze. Or perhaps even a man rich in experience with women would have no choice but to submit before her. Even if that being were not human at all.
Hwan’s hand settled on her narrow waist. It slid upward with deliberate care, until it reached the bewitching swell of her breasts. He cupped one softly. Aah! The sigh escaped him unbidden. The plush softness traveled through his fingertips and set his entire body aflame. At the same time, the shaft buried inside her throbbed dangerously. Then came the lewd, heavy sensation transmitted through his palm. She smiled with wicked delight and rolled her hips once more.
Like a lustful serpent, her waist moved with fluid grace while her slick inner walls stroked him, then clamped down tight. Aah! A jolt like high-voltage current stabbed through his length and into the base of his spine. Numbness surged forward. For a moment he could barely breathe. He swallowed dryly again and again, body shivering as he fought the urge to spill right then. A greedy desire took root: he wanted to savor this feeling just a little longer. Yes. Just a little more of this electric pleasure. He did not want it to end so easily.
He forced the rising urge back down and continued exploring her lewd body with slow, indulgent care. Hwan pressed his face into the soft fullness of her breasts. Aah! A wonderful scent enveloped him. He brushed his lips along the upper swell, then opened his mouth and tried to take as much of the abundant flesh as he could. It would not fit in a single mouthful. The yielding softness filled him like rich pudding. He grazed it lightly with his teeth, then returned to sticky, open-mouthed kisses. Meanwhile his tongue circled the nipples that had stiffened like little peaks, teasing them further.
Aah! Her cries grew sharper. The grip around his length tightened even more. She was clearly enjoying his increasingly skilled touches. Her reactions were unmistakable. This was nothing like the first time.
“Aah… Aaaaaah…”
Hearing those keening notes, Hwan grew more insistent with her breasts. One hand kneaded the other mound out of habit while his free hand traveled down her smooth thigh to grip the firm, resilient curve of her backside. Nothing about her was lacking. Every inch of her fed the pleasure. Aah! The constriction around him intensified again. It was addictive. A fatal ecstasy that defied description. Damn it. His vision was already whitening at the edges. Her hip movements had grown slicker, tighter, as though she were wringing him dry. At last his reason snapped.
He wanted to pant like a beast and devour her even more deeply. Aah! He was nearing the limit. The member swallowed inside her, gripped so tightly, grew harder and hotter still. The feeling that it might explode at any second was impossible to contain. His breathing turned ragged. Wet, obscene sounds mingled with her sharp cries. Without him noticing, her abundant fluids had coated him anew. Aah! It felt as if he were on fire.
Hwan’s lips continued their journey, gliding from her upper breast along her collarbone, over her shoulder, and up to tease the sensitive skin of her neck. Over the past two years of these encounters he had learned, little by little, exactly how she liked to be touched and which places made her react most intensely. Feeling her lewd core tighten even more fiercely around him, both of them drew closer to the edge.
“Hngh!”
The gasp tore out of him. At the same moment—
“Haaang!”
She reached her peak with him. In the vise of that sudden, crushing grip he could hold back no longer. A violent explosion erupted from deep inside his core. Thick ropes of semen surged forth like a fountain, flooding her womb in an instant. Their hips jerked and shuddered in spasms until, at last, their movements froze.
They simply clung to each other, savoring the lingering pulses of that shattering release. They wanted to prolong the afterglow as long as possible. Ecstasy rained down on them in waves; they drowned in its heavy, sweet haze.
“Hngh… Hng…”
Her waist trembled with tiny aftershocks. Hwan’s length twitched inside her, wringing out the final drops of his seed. They remained locked together until both were utterly spent. It was then that—
Aah! A wave of dizziness washed over Hwan. This feeling. It dragged him back to reality every time. His yang energy was being stolen. She was draining his life force, taking it little by little. There was nothing he could do. This was the price of their contract. He could not stop it.
Miho slowly lowered her head until her lips brushed his ear. Riding the current of his ragged breaths, she whispered in a voice dripping with satisfaction.
A shiver ran through Hwan’s entire body at that seductive tone. Why? Even as his life force was being taken, the thrill refused to fade. Aah… The satisfaction would not leave him.
The sky hung heavy and dark, as though it might unleash a downpour at any moment. Beneath that strangely ominous canopy lay a quiet rural village. In it stood an old, somewhat dilapidated house. Every light inside had been turned on. In the living room sat an elderly couple.
Yet something was clearly wrong. Their faces were deathly pale. They looked terrified of something. The wife pressed a hand over her mouth, visibly fighting back tears. The husband sat hunched on the sofa, head bowed, nursing a glass of soju with no food to accompany it. The old man’s expression was filled with bitter regret. He kept lifting the glass in silence, swallowing the harsh liquor again and again. His face was gaunt and exhausted. Even so, the fear etched into his features could not be masked by drink.
Then came a knock at the door. Both of them flinched violently. Their eyes met for a brief, startled moment before they rose and shuffled toward the entrance.
“Wh-who is it?” the wife asked in a trembling voice.
From outside came a sharp, venomous reply.
“You called me here and now you ask who it is? You already know. Open the door!”
Startled by the harsh female voice, they hurriedly unlocked the front door. Standing on the threshold was a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. She wore heavy makeup and a brightly colored traditional shaman’s jacket. Though she was not tall, she radiated an eerie dignity and oppressive aura. She was a mudang.
Perhaps it was the combination of her naturally sharp eyes and the thick cosmetics, but her gaze felt even more chilling. The elderly couple swallowed nervously. Without waiting for an invitation, the shaman strode straight into the living room without even removing her shoes. She stopped in the center of the room and silently scanned her surroundings. After a moment she clicked her tongue, then walked to the firmly closed inner door and halted.
The old couple’s tension spiked. They began to shake like leaves in a gale. Their fear seemed to have swollen tenfold. The shaman asked,
“Is it in there?”
The old man’s voice had gone hoarse. He coughed dryly a few times before answering.
“Y-yes… it is.”
The shaman nodded, then reached for the doorknob without hesitation. The couple recoiled in fresh terror. Clearly the source of their dread lay beyond that door. They instinctively backed away, eyes fixed on her.
Yet the shaman, gripping the knob, suddenly froze. She simply stood there, hand locked on the metal, her face tight with visible strain. She muttered something under her breath, then abruptly released the knob and stepped back. Her complexion had paled.
It does not welcome me entering.
The shaman murmured to herself and scanned the house once more. Her eyes fell on a yellow talisman stuck to the doorframe. It was half-burned. She pointed at it.
“What is this?”
The wife stammered, “W-we heard it had some effect…”
The shaman gave a derisive snort.
“It might work on minor ghosts. But what is inside here is no mere spirit. This is useless. To be honest, even I’m not certain I can remove it.”
“Th-then… what should we do?”