Kang Mina is Beautiful. Just... Fucking Beautiful.
Kang Mina was pretty. Just... fucking pretty. Even showing up in a spring sweater with her lower half basically missing, it didn't come off as tacky. For a woman, 173cm was an astonishingly tall height. Her head was small and her legs ridiculously long, so from a distance, she put supermodels to shame. She was so stunning that no one would dare hit on her.
"Something on my face?"
"Yeah."
She jumped in surprise and whipped out her smartphone to check her face. After staring for a good while and finding nothing, she glared at me again.
"Oppa, what...?"
"Your prettiness is all over it."
Whoosh— Kang Mina's face turned beet red.
Master. Flirting from a bygone era?
My lord, shall I just possess her and ram it in?
You two wanna die?
……
……
The conversation halted from sheer embarrassment, leaving a bit of awkwardness hanging in the air. In moments like this, it was my job to break the ice.
"You wanna learn talisman arts?"
"Yes!!!"
Mina shot up on her tiptoes like she'd been waiting for it, thrusting her right hand high in the air. Wasn't that some anime trope? Seeing her this cute was pretty shocking. The bitchy little sister who cursed at the end of every sentence only showed this side once she became a shikigami.
"Didn't know you had this cute side, Mina."
"Hiiing..."
My compliment turned her ears red again. She lightly tapped the floor with her shoe toe and twisted her body shyly.
"Talisman arts basics!"
I laid my spring jacket over the flower bed ledge and patted it with my hand.
"Sit here first. Gotta nail the fundamentals."
Mongshili, what're you doing? Pull up talisman arts basics.
Ah, I thought you knew it all, Master?
Hurry up. If you wanna live.
Yes.
Mina sat demurely on the jacket I'd spread out, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I pulled out a single yellow Post-it note.
"Let's start with the basics of talisman arts. Alright, quiz time. Why do we use that tacky yellow paper for talismans?"
Mina's eyes went wide at my question.
"Uh... 'cause it's easy to spot? Or maybe shamans buy yellow paper in bulk?"
"Wrong. There's a strict shamanic principle behind it, rooted in yin-yang and the five elements."
I picked up a chunk of red brick from the ground and roughly scratched a cross into the rooftop floor.
"East, west, south, north. And the center. Based on the Five Directions Colors, yellow represents the dead center. The core of the universe, the emperor's color, symbolizing unshakable nobility. This central color is the embodiment of yang energy."
"Yang energy... the stuff ghosts hate?"
"Correct. Ghosts are lumps of yin energy. So yellow paper, symbolizing extreme yang, repels and crushes yin on its own. Think of it like Twisted Kate's 'Gold Card' in that game you love, ROL."
"Ah! The one that stuns and stops them!"
The analogy hit perfectly, and Mina clapped in delight.
"Exactly. That's why for attack talisman arts like Flying Talisman Slash that exert physical force and strike enemies, you must base it on yellow paper to manifest real-world power."
I pointed my toe at another arm of the cross.
"And red. What about red paper? Think Twisted Kate's 'Red Card'."
"No way... area attack??"
"Correct!"
Mina clapped and bounced on her butt. Each time, her panties flashed between her thighs, making me wince a bit, but endurance is sweet. I hummed the national anthem in my head to hold out.
"Red symbolizes fire and blood, perfect for spreading area attacks and the strongest barrier against evil spirits—burning them away."
"Yellow paper for strong physical force, red for power against ghosts. Right? You're a one-hit instructor!"
I was surprised by Mongshili's lecture too. First time I'd heard talismans tied to the Five Directions Colors.
"What about blue paper?"
"I think I get it now! Twisted Kate's 'Blue Card' restores mana! Healing, right?"
"Yes! Blue paper holds wood energy to infuse life force, used for healing talismans."
"ROL looks so deep now. They based the card colors on talisman arts for skills."
"Heh heh heh."
I chuckled and explained the rest of the colors Mongshili fed me.
"White paper uses metal energy to block and isolate—mainly for sealing arts. That's why it's used in jiangshi arts."
"Whoa... I thought all talisman paper was the same. The colors make it totally scientific?"
Mina stared in awe at the bright yellow Post-it in my hand.
"Post-its work as talismans too..."
"Yeah. Color's the key. But using a brush holds more spirit power."
"Ah! That's why they use hanji paper? Hard to brush on Post-its!"
"Correct!"
"Kyaaaa~~~"
Seeing her laugh so innocently made my heart race. Why was her smile that pretty?
"Among brushes, ones made from human hair are called human hair brushes. Shamans sometimes make their own from their hair to infuse spirit power."
"Wow... brushes aren't just brushes, huh?"
"For more power, wild wolf hair makes a wolf hair brush. Stronger ones use newborn baby's hair for a fetal hair brush."
"Wild wolf hair... so tiger hair would be stronger?"
"Right. What we call a divine brush is usually tiger hair—top pick for attack shamanism."
"And fetal hair for defense?"
"Yep! Strongest for blessing and guardian arts."
"Kyaaaa!!"
Mina was flushed with excitement from nailing the quizzes. Her lips pursed like she wanted to ask something but held back.
"Ask if you're curious."
"What if someone copies the talisman drawing exactly?"
"The real drawing differs from what you see. Can't tell without watching the brush strokes."
"Ahh, got it!"
"But why'd you use a ballpoint on that one, not a brush?"
I handed her the Post-it.
"'Cause I'm pretty damn strong. Ballpoint holds enough spirit power for me."
"Whoaaa!!"
"This one's called Flying Talisman Slash. It flies like a blade and attacks a target. Wanna try?"
"Yes!!"
"Pick a target in your mind, infuse spirit power, and launch. Oh, right, connect spirit power first..."
Swoosh—
My lord, it's the girl's spirit power anyway.
Oh. Right.
Mina's eyes bulged as the Post-it floated in midair at her will.
"It's floating! Whoa! This how you use spirit power? Right? Right??"
"Yeah, you're doing great. Now pick a mental target and launch."
Mina steadied her breath, pointing her finger at a flower bud just budding on the rooftop garden tree.
"That flower bud!"
"In your mind."
"Yep!!"
Still pointing her index finger at the bud, her lips moved silently. Shrieeeek!! Thud. The bud dropped to the ground.
Mina clenched her fists and jumped up and down.
"Kyaaak! Hit it! I hit it!!"
"Yeah, you did."
"This is my first time with stuff like this! How?!"
"Just focus. But don't use it carelessly."
"Why?"
"Drains a ton of spirit power. It's for killing."
Mina's mouth slowly closed.
"...For killing?"
"Yeah."
A brief silence fell. Mina spoke cautiously.
"Still... I think I could save Mom with this."
Ah. So that's why she was so desperate.
"Not with your skill level."
"Still!"
"I'll go to Cambodia. Don't worry."
"Huh?"
"Consulting for the police special forces rescue op this week."
"Really? Take me too!"
"No."
"Why!"
"Too dangerous."
"Hiiing..."
I silently pressed a stack of Post-its into her hand.
"Probably won't use 'em all, but be careful. You can recall them too."
"Thanks, Oppa!"
Mina hugged me lightly and pecked my cheek. My face burned. Lips that had deep-kissed me wildly and deepthroated my cock felt different when she did it herself. Virgin freshness, maybe? Her pussy was already worn out by me, but without those memories, mentally she was a perfect virgin.
After pecking me, her face flushed bright. She suddenly clamped her legs together, pupils shaking. Probably love juices trickling down? I turned away, pretending not to notice her fluster.
"I'll head in first. Practice, and don't forget the dentist."
"Yep! Go ahead, Oppa!"
Her voice trembled slightly.
# # #
Kang Suhu. I'd never once thought of him as my brother. Sure, he was handsome, but not my type, and his vibe? Just rubbed me wrong. He was a top student, which pissed me off even more. The old me couldn't even imagine this. I'd called him a 'fucking bastard,' despised him like a bug, hated sharing space with him—those memories were still vivid.
"Haa..."
I touched my lips. The ones that had just brushed Oppa's cheek. The moment they touched, electricity jolted through my whole body.
Why's this happening...?
And the juices trickling from between my legs. If I hadn't clamped my thighs, they'd have streamed down visibly.
"Am I... going crazy?"
Kang Suhu wasn't the pathetic guy I knew anymore. He'd dragged me out of hell in Cambodia, healed my body that couldn't even walk. And implants too... Was he suddenly Prince Charming because he saved me?
"Thanks... Oppa."
I murmured to his lips, staring at the rooftop door he'd left through for a long time. The Post-it talismans in my hand. Where did his limits as a shaman end?
But why? It was just a light peck to show thanks, yet something inside me burned hot. I called him Oppa, but my heart kept urging me past the forbidden line. Remembering his firm shoulders and cool, indifferent eyes, I wished he wasn't my brother—just a man. My right hand naturally slid down between my legs, moving slowly.
Squelch. Squelch.
My erect clit. Dripping juices. Each touch to my pussy sent jolts of pleasure through me.
"You're crazy, Kang Mina! What're you thinking? Don't get ahead of yourself, heart!"
My face burned like it would explode, heat rising to my nape, heart pounding. Like a kid caught sinning, the thumps felt ready to burst from my throat.
"Haa... what the hell!"
I shook my head frantically, cupping my cheek with a cold hand, but the unfamiliar craving that had bloomed wouldn't fade, searing deep in my chest.
Squelch. Squelch.
I'd never even imagined masturbating... but I couldn't stop.
"Haa... me... what's wrong? A virgin shouldn't... haang~♡"
I caressed my clit, fantasizing about offering my virginity to Oppa. Guess I'm falling for him.
# # #
"The one who killed Ma Weiching was Jang Chen."
"...Jang Chen."
"Jang Cheonsa of the Mudang sect. Pretty skilled guy. He was handling Chairman Kang Rokgi's matter with Korean branch chief Park Taejun."
By Chun Mei's side stood the jiangshi made from Ma Weiching's corpse, arms outstretched, standing rigidly. Ma Weijun said nothing, just staring at his brother-turned-jiangshi.
Spring Famine Period. The little brother he'd hugged frozen potatoes to thaw and eat. Time had aged him beyond Ma Weijun now, but he'd cherished him to the end—the last of his blood.
"Shall I dig for more info?"
"No need. We found the killer. Time to let him rest."
Ma Weijun muttered lowly.
"Mudang sect, you said."
"...Yes."
Chun Mei quietly reached out, peeling the white talisman from the jiangshi Ma Weiching's forehead. She pressed a red talisman from her bosom to his chest.
Rumble— With a low echo, the remains ignited.
Ma Weijun's lower lip caught his teeth. A single line of blood tears streamed from his eyes.
Grind.
At the shark-tooth grinding, Chun Mei bowed her head. This rage was beyond her.
"Why... didn't you obey."
His voice was low and cracked.
"If you'd accepted eternal life when I offered... this wouldn't have happened."
In the flames, Ma Weiching seemed to smile. Boyhood him, bright and radiant.
- Big bro, I don't want eternal life. You live long, get revenge, enjoy riches and glory. I'll live normally, then go first and tend to Mom and Dad in their place!
"Ughhhh..."
Ma Weijun's teeth elongated. Bit by bit—then all at once. Lines slashed across his cheeks, ripping his mouth to his ears.
Rage boiled his blood. The torn-wide mouth. Jagged teeth gleaming like spears. A form that would make even demons turn away.
Undying Blood Ghost Lord. The one who'd gifted Chun Mei eternal life. The true master of the undying blood ghosts—Ma Weijun's true form revealed.
"Chun Mei. Call the Undying Blood Ghost Unit. Target: Mudang sect. Kill every last one, spare none. Cut off their heads and turn them into vengeful spirits."
"Yes."
Chun Mei bowed her head in assent.
