Chapter 56
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: #2 The Inn and the Innkeeper (3)
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"You should stop right there. If you go any further, you'll wake up Ryeong too, you know?"
And then.
Suddenly, a voice came from right behind him, making the innkeeper whirl around.
The room was shrouded in darkness. The only light came from the thick laptop screen he'd left on.
From that gloom, someone approached with a soft chuckle.
It was a naked woman. But strangely, she had horns, wings, and a tail sprouting from her body.
A familiar face.
No, forget familiar—she was one of the two girls he'd just been watching on the screen.
The slender one with brown hair...!
"Wha...! You were one of ours too...?!"
"From my perspective, you guys joined our side. But whatever, it doesn't matter which way you look at it."
With that, Dom continued.
"You should stop there. If you go further, you're really going to die."
"...! Shut... up...!"
There was no way a single word could hold him back.
This boiling lust! This surging passion!
He'd forgotten his age, and the magma-like heat surging up from deep in his throat—he simply couldn't contain it anymore.
He would become a yokai right here, knock down the woman in front of him and ravage her, then head to her room and grab Ryeong to ravage her too.
He'd pin down her limbs so she couldn't move, turn the bitch begging him to stop while crying and screaming into a total mess, kiss her senseless, suck on her tits like crazy, and pound her pussy with his yokai cock until it was wrecked beyond closing.
He'd fill her to the brim with yokai seed, thoroughly impregnating her—
"Really, you're such a hopeless guy☆"
He vaguely heard the woman in front of him say something.
For a split second, her eyes seemed to flash gold.
But none of that mattered. He would simply follow his surging desires.
"......?"
As that thought crossed his mind.
A brief blank hit his consciousness. Then it returned.
Before he knew it, he was standing in a dark room. Not the one he'd been in moments ago.
It was pitch black without a single light, but a yokai's eyes pierced the darkness without need for one.
And in his field of vision, he saw Ryeong lying on the bed.
The question of how his position had suddenly changed vanished in an instant.
Forget that—the woman. He had to fuck the woman right in front of him.
"Ooh, ooooo...!!"
Now a yokai, he lunged at Ryeong to pin her down.
He reached out his massive, grotesque hand toward her—
Splat!
And in one stroke, that arm flew off.
"......Wha...?"
In the darkness, Ryeong's eyes slowly opened.
No light in the space, yet her eyes glowed red. Like flames burning fiercely. Red, red...
"What the hell are you?"
"Ah, aah...!"
"You came here begging to die, right? Fine. I'll make it happen. ...But I won't let you go easy, you monster fuck."
The red light traced a line.
Ryeong's body melted into the darkness and vanished.
What followed was utter devastation.
The innkeeper's limbs were shattered to pieces, and stakes of pure white light that burned yokai flesh were driven into his body one after another.
His teeth were ripped out, his fingers twisted in every direction, and several key bones were yanked out with bare hands.
At first, she tortured him deliberately to make him scream in agony, but later she ripped out his vocal cords, complaining he was too noisy.
-She's a witch.
Ryeong was clearly a being who could kill him effortlessly.
Yet she deliberately held back from killing him, inflicting just enough damage to prolong the pain. As if ending it quickly would be mercy.
Her expression, faintly visible in the dark, was utterly calm, like she was prepping fish at a market. Her movements mechanical. But occasionally, between strokes, a faint smile appeared.
-Crazy bitch.
That impression surfaced. His instincts as a living creature—before even yokai—screamed that this female was dangerous.
But it was too late. His limbs were useless, his body pinned to the wall like a bug on display.
"Now for this part. Around the navel. Slice here with this spirit blade, and it'll be a~wfully fun. You'll get to see the shape and color of your own guts up close with those eyes of yours—"
The man regretted it. Regretted not holding back and trying to fuck this woman.
But more than regret, he felt profound disappointment and pity.
At the fact that he couldn't fuck the bitch in front of him.
Even in this situation, she looked utterly fuckable.
Whether calmly and mechanically dismantling him, smiling like a madwoman now and then, or stabbing into him with a blade while drenched in yokai blood.
"...? What the hell? Are you sane? Or is this some animal instinct?"
Ryeong furrowed her brow.
The yokai, pinned to the wall like an insect with stakes, had an erection—his masculine symbol standing tall even now.
That must have grossed her out too.
Without further delay, Ryeong gripped a wooden stick, infused it with spiritual flames, and swung.
A mere fraction of her power, but to the yokai, it was a crashing tsunami of intense spiritual fire.
He ignited in an instant, crumbling to ash and vanishing.
Only Ryeong remained in the room, silence returning—
"Ughaaaaaaaagh!!"
And then.
Consciousness returned, and the innkeeper collapsed to the floor.
He retched toward the ground in agony. Dom looked down at him with a smile.
Her golden-glowing eyes had returned to normal.
With them, the 'dream' and 'illusion' she'd shown him ended.
For a while, the innkeeper couldn't grasp what had happened to him.
He was still reeling from the shock of that death.
Suddenly, a cold hand touched his cheek.
Dom's hand, as she lowered herself to meet his gaze.
"You must've been shocked. It's okay now."
"...Ah, aaah...."
"How was it? It was in the form of a dream, but that's what would happen if you mindlessly attacked that girl. No exaggeration. The real thing might even be worse."
Such a thing. How could that be.
He didn't want that.
He didn't want to die. And even more, he didn't want to fail to fuck that bitch and then die...!
"—I'll let you fuck her. Ryeong. As much as you want."
And then.
At those following words, the innkeeper looked up.
Dom gazed at him with a smile. A gentle, benevolent one, like a saint's. Despite the demon horns.
"Looks like you've calmed down a bit. So, shall we talk some serious business☆?"
Before he knew it, the innkeeper had reverted from yokai form back to human.
And in front of his eyes, on the palm of his hand, Dom placed something.
It was that familiar gem shape, that sparkling light within—the thing called 'Grace'.
"I'll entrust this to you. Let's have some fun. But tonight, let our Ryeong sleep peacefully. Since she helped us out, I want to repay her by letting her rest easy for at least one day☆."
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Morning came, and Ryeong woke with a somewhat uneasy feeling.
She'd had a strange dream last night.
She'd sensed a yokai's presence in her half-asleep state, and before she knew it, the yokai had invaded her room, so she'd counterattacked and killed it.
But upon waking, the room was fine, no trace of a yokai, so it must've been a dream.
Ryeong wasn't a murderer. Exorcist Gyeol Ryeong didn't particularly enjoy exorcising, killing, or torturing yokai.
She did it on commissions, and sometimes tortured for info when needed, but only out of necessity—not for fun.
So, dreaming of yokai naturally soured her mood.
Even killing one in the dream didn't earn her money. It was basically free labor.
Ryeong hated labor.
Especially unpaid free labor. Who wouldn't?
Even paid labor was marginally better, but Ryeong hated that too. Labor felt like beggar's work. She wanted to slack off forever.
Can't I just goof off and get paid...?
'...? Where's Dom?'
The bed beside hers was neatly made, Dom gone.
Did she head out early again? And she hadn't sensed it as an exorcist. Had she slept that deeply?
Maybe she went to wash up first. Or stepped out for something nearby?
Either way, it didn't matter. She and Dom weren't the type to report every move.
Ryeong got out of bed first, grabbed her toiletries and towel, and left the room to wash up.
On the way to the communal shower, she ran into the innkeeper.
Meeting him felt oddly uncomfortable. Probably because of his lecherous gaze. And he looked like he'd stink up close.
"Miss guest. Sleep well?"
"Ah, yes... I did."
She gave a quick nod and tried to pass by.
But the innkeeper blocked her path. He wore an excited smile, like something good had happened.
"...? What is it?"
"Hey now, don't be so cold. I woke up feeling refreshed this morning—let's chat a bit. That'd be nice, right?"
His words left Ryeong exasperated.
Not really.
They had nothing to talk about, and they weren't close enough anyway.
Was this a generational thing? Back in the day, did innkeepers just randomly chat up guests?
Either way, it wasn't welcome. Ryeong wasn't the sociable type.
If he hadn't blocked her, she might've asked if he'd seen where Dom went. But his creepy attitude killed any desire to talk. She just wanted him out of sight ASAP.
"Forget it. No need."
Ryeong tried to stride past the innkeeper again.
But he blocked her once more.
Now it was fine to get annoyed. She'd been plenty patient by normal standards. This guy was being rude as hell.
"No—"
"Come on. Take a look at this."
And then, in front of Ryeong, he held out that somehow familiar gem—its nature obscured by some special power.
The faint pulsing light within the gem. Drawn to that eerie glow, Ryeong's gaze was stolen.
And after a few seconds passed, the light faded from Ryeong's eyes, expression vanishing from her face.
The innkeeper of the inn smiled in satisfaction...
