Chapter 60
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: #2 The Fuckhouse-Cleaning Bride Exorcist (Gyeol Ryeong - Naked Apron)
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In the innkeeper's room, rhythmic thump-thump-thump sounds echoed from the small attached kitchen.
There were also the clicks of lighters igniting and the plop-plop of ingredients hitting the pot.
A mouthwatering aroma wafted through the open kitchen door—the rich scent of kimchi stew bubbling with perfectly fermented kimchi.
Mixed in was the nutty fragrance of freshly steamed rice.
For this room's owner, it had been ages since he'd smelled anything like it.
His staple diet had become instant ramen for as long as he could remember.
And even that had given way to takeout once the piled-up dishes became too much of a hassle to deal with.
"Ooh..."
"Just a moment longer☆ Dinner's almost ready☆"
"There's still a ton of cleaning left. Won't finish before we eat."
With lunchtime approaching, the innkeeper's room buzzed with meal prep and tidying.
Not just Gyeol Ryeong—Dom had been summoned here too, via that 'blessing' just moments ago.
The trash-heap excuse for a home now looked halfway livable.
Thanks to Gyeol Ryeong handling the cleaning while Dom prepped food in the kitchen.
He'd figured a quick sweep of the big garbage would do, but Gyeol Ryeong was shockingly thorough and fast.
In no time, she'd sorted the mess by category and ruthlessly tossed the rotten, untouchable stuff.
About thirty minutes ago, the floor had been invisible. Now it gleamed.
"You're handier than you look."
"? Isn't this just basic?"
Basic? Her precise, meticulous touches said otherwise.
And the way she aligned every item perfectly hinted at near-obsessive neatness.
Dom chimed in from the kitchen, agreeing. "She's right. That girl's surprisingly delicate about it all."
The innkeeper lounged idly, occasionally shifting a couple big pieces of junk.
Gyeol Ryeong was doing nearly all the work solo.
Heh, life's good.
He was one lucky bastard.
Young, gorgeous beauties voluntarily cleaning his stinky, filthy room—and cooking on top of it.
And the one scrubbing right now? Gyeol Ryeong, in nothing but a naked apron, utterly defenseless from every angle.
Every time she bent to grab something, her ass jutted out, stealing his gaze whether he liked it or not.
Dom in the kitchen was dressed the same.
As he snuck up behind Gyeol Ryeong, lost in her cleaning, and groped that perfect rear, the meal finally finished cooking.
"Dinner's served~☆ Shall we eat before it gets cold?"
They set the table in the room and sat around it, the three of them.
Flanked by two stunners, the innkeeper took the head spot, waited on hand and foot.
It was lavish treatment, but the food was so damn good he forgot all about that, lost in bliss.
Even Gyeol Ryeong marveled at Dom's cooking skills.
Back at the mansion, she'd relied on Dom's talents every meal—and every one had been a highlight.
Dom usually stuck to fancy traditional Korean dishes or Western fare there, but she nailed everyday home cooking too.
A flawless, all-around beauty.
She seemed pleased by their praise, if a bit bashful.
"Y'know, I noticed at the mansion too, but Gyeol's got perfect table manners."
Dom said it like it surprised her.
And sure enough, Gyeol Ryeong sat ramrod straight, prim and proper.
Her chopsticks moved with elegant slowness, back perfectly straight, chewing her food quietly before swallowing.
"Eh? Seems normal to me."
She herself acted oblivious.
Like her cleaning thoroughness, Gyeol Ryeong often showed unexpected sides.
A refined lady, demure beauty—that vibe.
Proper young miss from a good family.
Well, more young master than miss, technically.
Hard to picture her in those baggy tracksuits she favored.
The naked apron suited her way better...
Her manners were ladylike, sure—but her appetite? Voracious.
They'd made enough for seven, generously portioned. She polished off nearly all of it solo.
Dom, who knew, stayed chill. The innkeeper? Mildly shocked.
Cleaning resumed post-meal.
The room hadn't been touched in forever, so mold lurked in corners alongside the trash. No quick fix.
The kitchen was the worst—Dom had screamed, face he'd never seen before, upon first sight.
She'd cleared enough to cook, but it needed a deep clean too.
The attached bathroom needed work. Plenty to do, but the small space meant they'd finish today.
"Sorry to dump everything on you two."
"Not at all. We're here to serve you, Master. I'm thrilled to help. Gyeol feels the same, I'm sure."
"Yeah? Tell me yourself."
"...Y-Yes... I-I'm happy to... serve... Ngh..."
Gyeol Ryeong murmured from the innkeeper's lap.
While Dom scrubbed away, he fondled Gyeol Ryeong's breasts and pussy to his heart's content.
Liking the look from earlier, she was still in her naked apron.
He half-watched a cheap B-movie rented from the video shop, idly groping to kill boredom.
His hobby: renting trashy tapes from the shop.
TV here just looped the same crap anyway.
He went for B-flicks with busty actresses.
Script, direction, acting—all garbage. But the women were decent, and the occasional nipple slip was bold.
Or pointless close-ups flaunting their curves.
Before, he'd loop those scenes endlessly for jerk-off sessions. Now? Two or three times max.
"Heh, you're way hotter than that chick, miss. Yankee faces ain't my type. Big tits and ass are great, though."
"Nngh... Ahh...♡ Th-Thank you...♡"
Savoring the plush feel, he kneaded her mound relentlessly—then slid fingers into the slick slit.
The intrusion, her sensitive walls churning around his thick digits—it drew a blissful sigh from Gyeol Ryeong.
[OH, OH, SEX, SEX~!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!]
Soon, cheesy dialogue heralded a clumsy fuck scene, B-movie style.
Right on cue, the innkeeper plunged his cock into Gyeol Ryeong's holes.
By film's end, he'd used pussy and ass once each.
Spurt... Spurt...
Feeling thick cum fill her ass, Gyeol Ryeong collapsed face-down in orgasm again.
Sex didn't stop after the movie.
Entertainment was scarce in this foggy city. For an old, broke, smelly guy like him? Nonexistent.
He'd exhausted the rental shop's stock, so it was re-runs or new genres.
Thus, fucking was the only fun left.
Banging women never got old.
This young, slutty one especially. See her, touch her, pound her—no boredom.
Not just his imagination.
She had that special allure.
"Here you go, Master☆ Ahh~."
"Ah~."
Dom fed him grapes from beside them.
One straight from hand to mouth. The next, she peeled, rolled in her own mouth, then passed mouth-to-mouth.
Beauty spit tasted sweet. Paired with a deep, lingering kiss? Perfection.
He lapped at the grapes and her lips with smug satisfaction.
Smack, smack, slurp.
Naked Gyeol Ryeong serviced him with a blowjob between his legs.
After all-day fucking, his cock stayed rock-hard and vicious. Its yokai stench only fueled her arousal.
"Mmph...♡"
Another climax from oral alone—her slender shoulders quivered.
"Damn, you're incredible. Never dreamed it'd get this spotless."
"It's nothing☆ Cleaning and cooking are my specialties☆"
"Perfect little bride material... My bride."
"Oh my, bride...? I'm delighted...☆"
Dom blushed happily. The innkeeper felt a spark, age forgotten, heart racing.
Palpitations. Excitement.
"Heh, you're my wife. This one's... a pet, or fuckhole. Sex-toy hole fits perfect."
Gyeol Ryeong's treatment was rough.
But she had no complaints.
It thrilled her masochistic side, shivers racing through her.
Anyway, the pigsty was now a fresh home.
He'd hoped for a mere floor-visible cleanup. This? Guest-room ready.
...Hmm...
Surveying the room, glancing at the pair, the innkeeper pondered.
"What're you thinking, Master?"
"Hm... Got an idea..."
He shared his fresh thought with Dom.
An idea for running the inn.
Dom smiled, intrigued—like she'd heard it before somewhere.