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Chapter 8: Locked Room
Choseon was a courtesan who'd only recently put up her hair.
Naturally, she was still young and firm. In contrast, the courtesan girl Machil embraced every payday was the cheapest courtesan at Bongyang Inn. He didn't embrace the courtesan because he liked her—his pockets were light, so he had no choice but to select her.
'Today is different.'
Now that his pockets were full, he wanted to embrace a 'higher quality' woman, at least this once.
With the money he had now, he could surely afford a night with Choseon.
In his head, he was already slapping Choseon's plump buttocks. Strength naturally entered his thing.
Worried that people on the street might see, he calmed his excitement for a moment before hurrying again toward Bongyang Inn. Perhaps because of his excitement, his steps were several times lighter than usual, and before long he could arrive at Bongyang Inn.
"Welcome. Oh my, elder brother, it's been a long time."
The waiter at Bongyang Inn recognized him and greeted him warmly. He was a guy who called all regular customers either 'sir' or 'elder brother.' Among those, the word 'sir' meant a customer who looked respectable, and 'elder brother' meant just an easy customer.
Machil knew this fact well, but he didn't particularly care. He knew well that if not here, he couldn't receive 'elder brother' treatment anywhere else.
"Call Choseon for me."
"Choseon? Not that courtesan?"
"Right."
The waiter's eyes became sly.
Of course, Machil knew well what that look meant.
"I have money. Here, look."
He tossed the money in the leather pouch entirely to the waiter. Inside was all of this month's wages. Of course, including the money Mute Sam had given him.
The waiter received the leather pouch, looked inside, and seemed a bit surprised.
"You didn't steal this, did you?"
"You bastard!"
"Ah, never mind then. Why get angry over such a thing? Go to the last room on this floor. Choseon will attend to you shortly."
An inn originally provided lodging and meals, but Bongyang Inn was a bit different.
This place sold accommodation and food, and even sex in addition to those two. It was doing business in connection with the red-light district behind Bongyang's entertainment quarter.
Not just this place—all the nearby inns were doing business in this way. Thanks to that, all these inns that had been dying came back to life. The authorities knew well about this business practice but turned a blind eye. Because among the main customer base here, there were many officials as well. They were receiving hefty bribes on top of that.
Money and women.
Those two moved in connection in any world. In other words, as long as you had money, even if you were of low status, being able to possess a pretty woman even temporarily—that was the essence of the world.
Whether it was found money, stolen money, extorted money, earned money, made money. Regardless of what kind of money it was.
Money didn't have a name tag attached. Money was just money.
The waiter immediately grinned and let Machil into Bongyang Inn. Whether Machil stole the money or not, he just needed to do business. Whether Machil got caught after doing the deed or not was none of his concern.
Machil was offended by the waiter's tone, but didn't argue further and went up to the second floor of the inn. The waiter told another waiter working inside the inn to send Choseon to Machil's room, then came back outside the inn.
In that brief moment, a new customer had come to the entrance.
"Huh? You?"
The new guest was a man the waiter had also seen once before. Though he'd become quite decent, he was still a shabby-looking man. If you lived in Bongyang, you'd mostly have heard his name... no, his nickname—a human from the very bottom.
"Sosam?"
Sosam looked around with a thoroughly frightened face, then nodded his head.
"What brings you here?"
The waiter had already heard the rumors, so he knew Sosam couldn't speak. Knowing he couldn't answer, he deliberately asked that way. If someone like this loitered around Bongyang Inn, other customers might be put off, so he intended to chase him away in advance.
All this unfriendliness was naturally taken based on the judgment that Sosam couldn't possibly be a customer of Bongyang Inn.
However,
Today seemed to be a somewhat special day.
Sosam—no, Dong Bong-su—let out a foolish smile and handed the waiter a pouch containing a few coins. Then, drooling, he said.
"Wo... wo..."
The waiter immediately understood what he was saying.
Snicker.
"You bastard, acting like a man. Go in."
The waiter raised one corner of his mouth and gestured toward the entrance of Bongyang Inn with his hand.
"Go to the second-to-last room on this floor. One of our courtesan will be there soon."
Dong Bong-su entered Bongyang Inn without any further mumbling. The waiter watching his retreating back casually spat out a comment.
"Looking at it this way, the courtesan is also a pitiful girl. Making all of Bongyang's cripples into hole brothers."
Of course, the waiter couldn't see Dong Bong-su's face laughing brightly.
Thud thud thud.
Dong Bong-su, who'd gone up to the second floor, entered the second-to-last room from the end.
That place was precisely...
The room next to where Machil was assigned.
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"Huff huff."
"Aheuk!"
Machil's lower body was moving rapidly. Choseon matched the rhythm to that movement. When Machil struck Choseon's buttocks, Choseon went forward briefly then came back again.
Smack.
The sensual sound of flesh striking flesh.
Machil became the pestle, Choseon the mortar, and the mill work continued. Machil's rigidly enraged yang thing repeatedly disappeared below Choseon's buttocks then appeared again. Each time, Choseon straightened her waist as if her breath would stop and freely displayed excited cries.
"Haaaaang!"
As time passed, Machil's movements became increasingly violent. Now a situation where anyone could see climax wasn't far off.
Swish.
A shadow was approaching behind him, but Machil didn't notice at all. When paradise was right before his eyes, how could he have leisure to pay attention elsewhere?
"Huff huff! Good? It's good! You're dying from how good it is, right?"
"Go-good! Aah! More, more!"
Choseon was also heading to the Western Pure Land together with Machil. At times like this, you wouldn't know even if heaven and earth collapsed. She too didn't notice the shadow's presence at all.
The shadow slowly held the cloth in both hands above Machil's head. And at a certain moment!
"Kuk!"
The shadow wrapped the cloth around his neck and twisted it before Machil could notice.
Machil's pupils dilated. But only a single grain of his scream leaked out. His hands, which had been grasping and rotating Choseon's buttocks, grabbed the shadow's hands, but it was insufficient.
Machil's bloodshot pupils gradually rose upward until the pupils could no longer be seen. His entire body trembled from fear of death. Thanks to that, Choseon was heading toward climax even faster. At Machil's lower body trembling at ultra-high speed like a vibrator, Choseon became completely overwhelmed.
"Aaaak! Ah..."
Choseon didn't know that was precisely the movement of a final surge before death. Finally, Choseon's eyes lost strength. Machil's final trembling was that tremendous.
His intense trembling soon stopped. Immediately after, the shadow pressed Machil's waist with his knee.
Thus beginning exactly the same recoil that Machil had been doing.
"Ahheuk!"
Choseon's body heated up fervently once again.
The shadow's knee recoil formed beautiful harmony with Choseon's buttocks. When his knee went forward, Machil's waist went forward and roughly pounded Choseon's lower body.
"Aaaak!"
The shadow—Dong Bong-su—continued moving his knee without rest. Machil's neck was already completely broken and not functioning. But his yang thing was different.
A rigidly hardened iron skewer.
It was precisely a steel club. Though rigor mortis hadn't set in yet, the rigidity from death was a sufficiently perfect phallus.
Choseon had no choice but to go crazy.
"Ak! Kyaak! I'm dying!"
Leaving Choseon screaming in ecstasy, Dong Bong-su was looking at empty space. That appearance seemed to be confirming something.
In that state, for a while his knee and Choseon's intercourse didn't stop.
After some time.
"Aaaak!"
Precisely at the moment when Choseon violently trembled and felt a climax she'd never experience again in her life.
Dong Bong-su finished confirming what he'd been checking, unwrapped the cloth wound around Machil's neck, and wrapped it around Choseon's neck.
Crack.
With a short noise, her slender neck lost its position and dangled.
"Kk."
Even in the afterlife, Choseon was an unlucky woman. If only Machil hadn't thrown a sudden tantrum today, the woman who died would not have been Choseon but the cheapest courtesan. She departed this life with an excited death cry.
If there was any fortune for her, it was that she lost her life at the point she went to the Western Pure Land.
Who knows?
She might remain in the Western Pure Land and enjoy eternal happiness.
Dong Bong-su looked at empty space and confirmed something, just as when he'd killed Machil earlier. That was the action of confirming experience point changes.
In the experience bar.
There was change. Though very slight, there was definitely a yellow gauge filling the bar. It was almost at the level of a speck, but since there'd been no change until now, he could recognize it at a glance.
Insects and rats had no experience points.
However,
People were definitely different. If there'd been no experience point change from today's murder, Dong Bong-su's subsequent course would have been completely different.
Of course, there was also a problem. The amount of experience points was too small. Because of that, he failed to confirm whether or not there was a difference in experience point amount according to strength. The reason he gave a time difference when killing Machil and Choseon was also to confirm that.
Thanks to that, Choseon was able to go to paradise, though.
Whoosh, slash, rattle, thud...
Work sounds that continued for a while.
Dong Bong-su hung both corpses on the crossbeam supporting between the roof and pillars. Now they'd become suicides. Actually, Dong Bong-su could have put both corpses in his Inventory and thrown them away elsewhere, but he chose the method of processing it as suicide. It was from the judgment that that way would have no repercussions.
After finishing the work like that, he approached the wall. The wall had cloth beautifully embroidered with tiger stripes hanging down like a curtain.
Swish.
Dong Bong-su pulled back the cloth. A wall of wooden pillars connected in a straight line 111111... shape appeared. Wooden pillars lined up side by side like that were supporting the crossbeam, and the crossbeam was supporting the 'ㅅ'-shaped ceiling. Here in Bongyang, most houses were built as this kind of prefabricated building. It was a construction method that carved grooves in various places on wooden pillars and organically connected them to stack up. In this shape of housing, even if one or two wooden pillars were removed, the ceiling wouldn't collapse.
As if proving that, the very last wooden pillar was missing. Instead of the wooden pillar, there was a hole large enough for a person to pass through.
What on earth had happened?
By normal methods, it was impossible to remove only that single pillar. A prefabricated house was like a precise Lego block. It was truly difficult to remove one from the middle without taking them apart one by one in order from the top.
However...
Dong Bong-su was not an ordinary person.
Half-human half-character.
Even things that no one in this place could do, he could accomplish.