Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: #2 Night at the Inn (Gyeol Ryeong - Hypnotic Service Sex) (2)
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Money is important.
That's a given, but for Gyeol Ryeong, it was even more so.
There were all sorts of reasons for that, of course. Everyone in the world has their circumstances, and misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes.
But there's no need to list them all out right now.
Still, Gyeol Ryeong's near-obsessive attachment to money wasn't solely due to her personal misfortunes.
Gyeol Ryeong hated work.
She loved money but despised labor. It was downright tragic that you had to work to get paid.
She dreamed of getting money without lifting a finger.
Wouldn't nine out of ten workers in the world agree? Probably. At least, that's how Gyeol Ryeong felt.
'First things first: pile up a massive fortune while I'm still young.'
Gyeol Ryeong currently had some debts.
Debts that even a Special Grade Exorcist's income couldn't easily cover.
They weren't insurmountable, though, and she could already see a path to paying them off. Her life wasn't ruined over it or anything.
So what she was really thinking about was life after the debts were cleared.
Gyeol Ryeong lived with the future in mind, once those debts were gone.
Once there were no more worries weighing her down, once she shrugged off the yoke of debt and everything felt light again.
She'd still need to earn money, of course. She'd rake it in hand over fist. At least until her mid-thirties, she'd work like a dog to stack it up.
Exorcism paid well, but even Special Grade Exorcists had downtime between jobs. And some gigs were downright dangerous.
No matter how elite you were, death came calling eventually. The requests given to a Special Grade like Gyeol Ryeong were especially high-risk. Lose a limb, and it was game over for her plans.
Gyeol Ryeong was in college right now. Thanks to some backdoor connections from her exorcist network, she was attending a top university.
After graduation, she'd land a cushy corporate job or something safe and lucrative.
Exorcism could be a side hustle then, squeezed in here and there. She'd dodge the risky ones as much as possible.
As a freelancer, she had flexibility in picking jobs. That's why she'd quit the Association in the first place—trading benefits for freedom from forced assignments.
Like that.
Once she'd amassed a fortune that way. Once she became a young millionaire.
Then she'd quit the grind and party like a rockstar.
No, not quite. "Like a rockstar" didn't mean living loose and wild.
She wanted to move somewhere cheap, live like a lord.
No money worries, no dangerous exorcisms, no family drama. Just a quiet, peaceful life.
It might sound outlandish, but if she swore off marriage, it was doable. A bit of luxury for one person? Sure.
Anyway, that was Gyeol Ryeong's dream.
The reason she scraped and saved like a dog.
Of course, even with that dream, habits like skimping on taxi fare to take the subway under the Succubus Curse, or buying a cheap five-piece tracksuit set and rotating it died hard. Those were just personality quirks, unrelated to her goals.
For that someday life of leisure, free from toil. A relaxed rural retreat. Or lazy beach days in somewhere like Kota Kinabalu.
For her early retirement, Gyeol Ryeong hustled to save money today, too.
"Man, that's something else,"
the innkeeper muttered, his voice laced with pure admiration and envy.
He'd asked about her personal life to kill time, and ended up hearing all this.
For a man abandoned by his wife, saddled with debts, and fleeing into this fog-shrouded city, it was the stuff of jealousy.
His own debts were peanuts compared to hers.
He'd seen no way out, reduced to hiding in this misty haven.
Yet this young woman brushed off her much larger sum like it was nothing.
She'd pay it off in a few years, then amass enough for life in another handful.
Beautiful, young, retiring to ease.
Envy burned. That glow, that talent, that confidence to choose her path, those shining dreams she shared boldly.
'Whatever. Right now, she's just my personal fucktoy for fun.'
In the room, on the bed.
Gyeol Ryeong lay naked in the innkeeper's arms, her plump breasts kneaded like dough by his hands.
Even before this mauling, his sucking and kissing had left red marks all over her body.
The room reeked of incense like aphrodisiac tobacco, thick with sweet smoke.
It did nothing to the innkeeper, blessed by "That One" into a yokai body, but for a human female like Gyeol Ryeong, it worked wonders.
"Huaaah♡♡ My breasts... being touched... feels so good...♡♡"
"Oh, oh yeah? You love it that much? From a geezer like me?"
"Eek...♡ I love it, love it♡ It's been feeling so good since earlier... feels weird...♡"
"Heh heh. Can't hold back anymore."
He forced her head around for another kiss—who knew how many this made.
This lewd bitch responded to kisses with expert skill, her mouth and tongue working better than any woman or whore he'd known.
Her looks, her taste, her scent, her body's feel—top-shelf, unmatched.
His desire blazed darker as he hugged her tight, groping her breasts. Milk squirted from her nipples, announcing her pleasure.
"Heh heh, talented, young, pretty... why's a bitch like you come here? Money's important, sure, but look at you now. Sorry sight."
"Not... a bitch...."
"Not a bitch? Then what's this?"
"Aang♡"
His hands swept from the base of her heavy breasts toward the peaks.
Pinching and rubbing her nipples between fingers, she reacted sensitively, letting out cute, lovable moans.
Too bitch-like for denial.
Shivering from light touches, sweet-scented, every curve screaming temptation.
The innkeeper tormented her pussy next, after her nipples.
Fingers plunged into her slit, stirring the slick, tight cave lewdly.
Coating them in her juices, he slathered her clit, rubbing from base up methodically.
"Ah, aaah~~♡♡ Cumming, gonna cum♡♡"
No order given, but announcing her peaks had become habit.
Habitually warning, then climaxing as promised. Hips bucked, squirt sprayed wildly.
"Gonna dirty the room, miss? You the owner here? Own the building?"
"Ahit...♡ S-sorryyy...♡♡"
The inn wasn't even his, really.
He'd stumbled into this foggy city, claimed an empty building, called it his.
Most things here mimicked the outside world half-assedly.
Empty buildings, eerie folk aplenty.
No need to nitpick, so he brazenly declared, "Gotta punish the mess," and tormented her clit relentlessly.
With his hands and mouth on her sensitive nub, Gyeol Ryeong came several more times.
"Ooh, yeah, so good. That bitch wife who ditched me? Can't even think of her, it's that fucking good...!!"
And Gyeol Ryeong kept servicing the old man.
Straddling his hips, she moved on her own, swallowing his cock, pleasuring him.
Sweat glistened with each bounce, her luscious tits jiggled. He watched with delighted eyes.
The aphrodisiac haze dulled her gaze to nothing.
A mindless flesh doll, obeying orders, shuddering sensitively at each thrust, servicing away.
"Haah...♡ Ah, feels good...♡♡"
A will-less doll, but instinctively moaning in female pleasure without prompting.
Thanks to "That One," his yokai body made his cock superior in size and power even at rest. Seeing her drool and writhe fueled his smug superiority.
His dick hardened further, pleasure swelled.
Soon, Gyeol Ryeong came again.
Climaxing yet still moving as ordered, servicing through repeated peaks.
Grabbing her waist mid-orgy, the innkeeper came blissfully inside her.
No thoughts of protection, flooding her depths with seed.
She cheapened it with joy, shaking dramatically, sighing in vulgar ecstasy....
