A Lingering Memory

The soft touch of her hand caressed Hwan's cheek. Then, slender fingertips gently lifted his chin, forcing him to meet a gaze that was both greedy and seductively bewitching. Their eyes tangled together, growing increasingly sticky and entangled. He could feel a massive desire writhing beneath the surface. Their breaths, gradually heating up, playfully tickled each other's noses.

"Who knows..." Hwan's answer carried a hint of skepticism. His voice was steadily losing hope.

It had already been more than two years since that day. In just a little while, it would be the new year. Then it would mark the third year. So much time had passed. Yet he still hadn't found even the smallest trace.

Moreover, when he thought about everything he'd learned so far... he couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of humiliations his kidnapped mother might be enduring right now. The longer this wasted time dragged on, the more she would be screaming in endless torment. What if... she was already...

Aaah! He didn't want to entertain such ominous thoughts. But the longer time flowed on so vaguely, the more his anxiety and dark premonitions deepened. The more tormented and desperate he became. The pressure that he had to do something immediately weighed on him, but what tormented Hwan most was the unfortunate truth that there was nothing he could do right now.

It was helplessness. This helplessness had grown as heavy as a lump of lead, crushing down on his shoulders.

Hwan's pitifully trembling gaze met Miho's. She didn't seem to take it very seriously. It felt like his own reflection was visible between her dark pupils.

Yes, there was one more thing. One more thing that made Hwan increasingly anxious as time passed: himself.

The longer he spent with her, the more time they shared, the further he seemed to drift from humanity. Just as that toad had said, the scent of a yokai had grown stronger on him than the scent of a human. Half-human, half-yokai... that was what he had become. And if more time passed from here, who knew what might happen? He might end ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up turning into a full-fledged yokai like the woman before him or that toad.

If that time came... if he completely lost his humanity, what would become of him? What if he even lost his memories of the past, or his thirst for revenge...

Miho drew a little closer. She gently pressed her lips against his. The soft lips carried her warmth. Aaaah... an involuntary sigh of admiration escaped him. The complicated tangle of thoughts and anxiety filling his head threatened to simplify with just one kiss from her. He was pulled free from heavy, painful ruminations.

"I..."

I don't want that. He wanted to remain human. He didn't want to spend his life having his yang energy drained by her. But before he could say it, she raised a slender finger and pressed it against his lips. Then she smiled seductively once more and spoke.

"I..."

Their lips met again. Aaaah! Soft lips blending together, and between them, a sticky tongue suddenly slipped in. Her tongue coiled around his, adding more stimulation. Her tongue was wet and hot. It felt like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her heat was spreading throughout his entire body. And then he felt it—the strange wave of power coiled deep within him beginning to stir little by little. His energy gradually started to flow out through her lips.

Unfortunately, he couldn't resist. He couldn't bring himself to refuse. This was their contract, after all. She had given him the power to take revenge. Even if it was a life with an expiration date, even if it meant gradually losing his humanity, it wasn't a lie. Hwan had wanted revenge, and she had given him the power to achieve it. This was the price he had to pay. It was he himself who had accepted all of this.

Hmm... Hng... Lewd moans filled the space between them. Hwan's hesitant touches gradually grew bolder. He carefully traced her voluptuous breasts. Through the thin, fluttering nightgown, the softness of her flesh transmitted fully to him. Aaaah! The elasticity, the weight, the softness—all of it transmitted to his fingertips, dyeing his mind even simpler.

Their lips parted. A long string of saliva stretched between them, as if mirroring their contract. She playfully smiled, flicked out her tongue to break the strand, and swallowed it with a gulp. Aaaah! Every single one of her actions was unbearably obscene. All of it stimulated his arousal.

"Yes... I haven't forgotten."

At Hwan's answer, she drew a satisfied expression. Then she shoved his chest hard, pushing him down onto the bed. In one swift motion, she climbed on top of him, her eyes gleaming once more. It was the gaze of a predator looking at a delicious meal. A massive greed surged within them.

At some point, pure white fox ears had perked up above her head with a twitch! Was it a sign of her excitement? A white tail had also sprouted, swaying gently as if dancing. Unfortunately, because her power wasn't fully restored yet, only one tail remained—but even that carried immense power within ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her.

Yes, he was hers. Hers and hers alone.

Why had this child been able to hear her voice on that day, at that time, in that place? Why had he been able to hear her voice, come find her, and break the seal? There must have been a reason. Their fates must have been connected... That was why they were bound together as one destiny.

She gently grasped his rigidly erect member. His body twitched. His breathing grew incredibly ragged. He seemed to be anticipating it. Aaaah! The same was true for Miho. She couldn't contain her own excitement. This was no longer a simple act to satisfy hunger—her body craved intense pleasure. She wanted to torment him a little more. She wanted to give him a little more mischievous pleasure. And she wanted to possess him even more. Desire overflowed. To the point she could no longer control it...

She began a gentle stroking motion on the member she held. Aaaah! The heated shaft began to throb wildly in her hand. Before long, sticky fluid overflowed from the reddened tip of the glans. It tangled between her fingers, leaving a slick mess. His panting grew even more urgent. He looked as if he might climax at any moment. The way he desperately held back his urge to ejaculate was so adorable she could hardly stand it. Watching such reactions brought Miho considerable enjoyment.

She slowly bent her waist, wanting to observe his adorably contorted face in greater detail. She etched the sight deeply into her dark, clouded eyes. And in doing so, Miho could feel it too—he was now craving even more intense pleasure. Aaaah! Of course. She could give him as much as he wanted. As much as he desired...

She gently covered his lips with hers once more. Their lips intertwined softly again, and Hwan began to react more violently to her actions. His body grew so hot, his skin endlessly soft. His breath was sweet. His touch was lewd. Every single one of her movements drove Hwan insane. It made it impossible for him to maintain his reason. It granted him shudders he could not possibly refuse. Aaaah! Moans burst out uncontrollably. His body trembled again and again. Their breaths came in hot, uncontrollable gasps, and in their locked gazes, an even fiercer desire writhed and stirred.

Before long, Hwan's hands moved past her narrow waist to caress her thighs, which were so smooth they seemed to steal one's breath. Her body was growing incredibly hot as well. Every time his hand brushed over her soft flesh, she shivered. She wanted it too. She craved the pleasure. A tingling numbness surged from his hardened member. It had swollen larger than ever, throbbing violently as if it might burst at any second. Aaaah! As if to soothe that excitement, her slender hand continued to coil around his shaft and stroke it with rhythmic motion.