Hong Hae-a (1)
Hong Hae-a (1)
Muk Seo-ah was in a real bind because of the Demon King.
The Demon King could open Ghost Gates. If he kept running away and recovering his strength, time wasn't on Muk Seo-ah's side.
Only the Demon King was getting stronger by the minute.
That's when a fireball came flying in and splat—crashed right onto the room floor.
Her tangled-up thoughts cleared in a flash.
"Fuck, what the hell!"
Samadhi Fire. Hong Hae-a was here.
She'd finally come to get revenge on me for killing her old man.
I could've talked her down, insisted I didn't do it, and sent her packing. But nope—Muk Seo-ah grabbed her axe first.
"You nuts? Shooting firebolts?"
Everyone in the Pleasure House might burn alive.
Muk Seo-ah racked her brain for a quick way to douse the flames. Smash the whole building with the axe? Nah, that'd be like burning her own house down.
That's when it happened.
Someone else handled Muk Seo-ah's mess for her.
The wind swirled together, massive clouds blanketed the sky.
Fat raindrops came pouring like a waterfall, snuffing out the blaze in seconds.
The Pleasure House survived, just a bit charred on the outside.
Folks were baffled by the freak downpour but thrilled the fire was out.
Someone slipped in through Muk Seo-ah's window.
Dragging the hem of his long skirt, he blurted right out:
"It's the Sea Dragon King. Mind if I sit?"
High-level yokai. Muk Seo-ah snatched up her axe.
"If you're here to stir shit, beat it. Otherwise, die by my hand."
"Such spirit, newbie. Heard you've barely started in the exorcism game."
The Sea Dragon King flicked a finger, and all the muggy air in Muk Seo-ah's room vanished.
Clothes and walls fluffed up dry. Fresh, clean air rushed into Muk Seo-ah's lungs.
"Came to hire you. You take yokai requests too?"
He plopped down on the floor, bold as brass.
Blue hair spilled over his long skirt. Dragon horns jutted from his head. Eyes half-veiled by bangs gleamed like a lake.
Muk Seo-ah sat across from him.
They sized each other up for a beat.
"...You. Newbie... for real? Doesn't feel like it..."
"My fees are steep. Yokai pay extra."
"I'll give you my Yeouiju. Worth every penny."
Yeouiju was a dragon's most prized treasure.
The thing that could grant any wish, no less. Muk Seo-ah's face flickered with temptation.
"So, what're you hiring me for?"
"Heard rumors of some monster rookie, came on a whim. But up close? I trust ya. You've got potential."
The Sea Dragon King spoke all serious-like.
A sly smile, then he toyed with his lips using those long blue nails.
"Kill the yokai I name from here on out. Gold and Silver Horn Brothers, Great Sage Heaven's Equal, Asura, Jade Rabbit, Underworld Demon King..."
Every yokai on the Sea Dragon King's list was top-tier.
Doable, sure—but Muk Seo-ah's face soured.
"That's harsh. Normal exorcist croaks after two gigs."
"Think you're the only one? I'll shop around to every promising exorcist."
"Why? Yokai civil war or what?"
The Sea Dragon King darkened for a sec.
Should he spill to an exorcist? Quick debate. Newbie in the biz, might blab it everywhere, treat it like gossip.
Then I'll just kill her.
Eyeing Muk Seo-ah's neck, the Sea Dragon King said:
"The Demon King lost his shit."
"Huh?"
"News travels sans legs. Undefeated exorcist Mukmyeong's MIA—nobody left to stop the Demon King."
Muk Seo-ah's cheeks went red. Self-praise from outsiders? Way more embarrassing than she'd figured.
Spotting those rosy cheeks, Sea Dragon King flicked a finger. Cold droplets formed, heading for her forehead.
Got a fever? Shut it.
"Legless rumors gab but don't fib. Word is... Demon King's hunting high-level yokai. Horrific, right? Know how?"
High-level yokai turning up slaughtered in gruesome shape.
Sucked dry of every ounce of energy. Skin-and-bones husks.
Corpses ringed with stinky fluids—piss, cum, the works.
Sea Dragon King scoffed, like what the actual fuck.
Curled his fingers, jammed his index one in between. Crude-ass pantomime.
"Demon King's pulling Absorption Technique. Heard that fucker turned woman?"
Muk Seo-ah reeled in shock.
Psycho. Batshit crazy fuck. What the hell's he doing?
Timing fits. Demon King got hit by that Cursed Gender-Reversal Spell too.
Odds are, he's a chick now.
No fucking way—he's using that body to get off?
Nightmare image hit her brain.
'Sex beats anything for refilling Demonic Aura,' they say...
Muk Seo-ah shook it off.
Thought alone terrified her. Vulgar, grotesque bullshit.
Even if his body's female now, whoring around to power up?
That's human?
Nah. Not human.
Demon King might be evil yokai overlord, but pride as a dude's gotta count for something.
Lately, Muk Seo-ah felt her own male pride cracking.
Hence the extra effort on ego-maintenance. I'm Mukmyeong, unbeatable super exorcist.
"Better off dead than Demon King chow, bulking him up. So off the high-level yokai. Can't nab the predator? Starve the prey."
Sea Dragon King's eyes flashed murderously. Faint mad glint. Culling the herd to stop one yokai's rampage.
"I'll bag high-level yokai my way too. Fewer yokai? Win for exorcists like you. Same for me. Can't stomach trash pretending high-class, strutting around."
Dragon horns sprouted on Sea Dragon King's head, carp scales shimmered on cheeks. Pupils slit vertical. Low chuckle.
Muk Seo-ah gripped her axe.
Vicious yokai, this one. Might be smartest to ice him right here.
But the math checked out. Not bad.
Truth? Tempting as hell.
Gotta kill yokai to reach Demon King anyway.
Toss in Yeouiju reward, Sea Dragon King hunting yokai? Humanity scores big.
"...That Yeouiju. Undo bindings from someone stronger than you?"
Muk Seo-ah asked.
If it restores my body...
"No dice. Power gap's brutal honesty. Yokai my equal? Handful. Demon King's the only one clearly superior."
Sea Dragon King puffed up proud. Perfect chance to flex on newbie exorcist.
"What? Almighty wish-granter, my ass. Can't do that?"
"Heh, power diff's unavoidable... But humans' wants? Money, fame, glory—anything—"
"Need Yeouiju for that? Grind hard, get it myself."
Sea Dragon King's face twisted.
Pupils pinpricked, moisture swirled to him.
Long sharp nails twitchily twirled sea-blue locks.
Bit hair in mouth, chomped it.
"Why... say it like that...?"
"Nah. Thought all-purpose miracle tool. Kinda meh. Pass on the gig. Teaming with yokai? Nah."
Tang.
Sea Dragon King slam—hand to floor.
Face burned with shame-fury.
Pushover type. One jab from Muk Seo-ah, and he raged like a crybaby.
"N-newbie! You clueless? Yeouiju's my lifetime Demonic Aura hoard! Don't diss it! Me, high-level Sea Dragon King—"
"Why fixate on rank? Exorcists slap that label on for easy kills."
"N-no! I'm no trash. You ain't felt my power! Weather's this with Yeouiju—"
Sea Dragon King whipped out a tiny orb from his bosom.
Smooth pearl-job. Fumbled in haste—dropped the Yeouiju.
Kong.
Hit floor, cracked.
"Kyaa, kyaaak! Nooo, my Demonic Aura..."
Sea Dragon King huff huff blew on it, tucked to bosom, rocketed up. Gold repair stat.
Leapt out window, summoned clouds. Form faded in the rain.
"N-next time! Positive review then..."
*Shooooaaa—
Rain swallowed his yell.
Sea Dragon King gone, storm tapered. Muk Seo-ah sleeve-wiped the soggy window frame, muttering.
"Ah. Dangerous yokai, that one... Shouldn't've let him bounce..."
That afternoon.
Village-edge farmers thanked heavens for the timely rain blessing.
Drought-wilted crops perked right up.
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Lee Gak was drenched to the bone. Downpour like that? No way natural.
Yokai messing with weather too?
Lee Gak glanced back sharp.
Red-haired girl trailing.
She eyed him nervous, like exorcist might snap and off her any sec.
Hand mirror? Underworld merch.
Go there-back? Anyone could snag one.
Underworld access screams non-human, but Lee Gak's normie. Pure luck score.
Back at Pleasure House, door open.
Walls singed slight—no biggie.
"Come in."
Hesitated ages on those words.
Yokai = danger.
This bitch nearly BBQ'd the joint. Lee Gak? Dead meat in seconds.
But obedient mega-tits? Tough pass.
Do-anything attitude? Risk life for that pussy, misfire or not.
Humans: brain plans, body does.
Lee Gak: dick decides. Bail scared? Eternal regret.
Idiot move.
Cock stiffened slow, old Lee Gak back. Buddies roving, pussy-plundering Lee Gak.
Wall-lean, beckoned Hong Hae-a.
"Come here."
Gesture made her jolt.
Hated nearing that Demonic Aura mirror. Danger vibes.
"Tsk, not coming?"
Lee Gak scowled, prodded. Life-on-line shit.
Hong Hae-a shuffled close, front and center.
"Wrong way. Turn ass-ways."
Hong Hae-a head-tilt.
Told? Obey. Spun brainless.
Cheolsseok.
Palm smack to her fat ass.
"Eh... Ahh?"
"Sit."
Attack? Pupils slit horizontal. Snort-rage brewing—reason reboot.
No fire rerun. No encore shower luck. Fresh adult. Dad-level weak. Piss off exorcists? Toast.
"Uh, y-yeah..."
Hong Hae-a rubbed smarting cheek, plopped tween Lee Gak's thighs.
Hard-thick somethin' nudged ass-cleft. IDK her.
Lee Gak neck-wrapped, yanked.
"Huh? Reaction's fresh. Virgin?"
"Huh?"
"Age?"
"Kid-weak body, Barrier-bound forever... Dunno."
"Hm. Adult vibes. Kid couldn't grow udders like that."
Lee Gak hand-shot.
Instant spine-chill. Creep-crawl nape.
Yokai tease-time. Die-risk, but boner says fuck first.
Clash juiced his hard-on.
'Fuck it. One life. Dudes dick-live.'
Deopseok.
Clutched girl's tit.
Fingers sank soft skin. Hand-melt heaven.
Bounce-back spring shoved. One-paw too small—boob-slosh palm-edge.
"......"
Hong Hae-a zoned out sittin'.
Hard-hot prod poked ass nonstop. Tit-grope? Meh.
No hurt. Just meat-shift.
Then.
Nip-brush—Hong Hae-a mouth-gape reflex.
"Haaat?!"
Weird tingle body-rush.
Pupils horiz-long, snap-back.
Feral rage barely leashed. Jump-spew fire urge.
"Wh-what...?"
"Nips = weakspot. Pinch, bitch-yelp."
"Ah... Bitch?"
"Why. Hate?"
Hong Hae-a head-shake.
Nip-fiddle loop = brain-fog.
"N-no. I'm bitch..."
"Yup. Slutty mega-udders cow. Apologize-time?"
"Wh-why...?"
"No? Firebug, cocktease bod?"
Lee Gak finger-tap soft tit light, then snap—both nips vicious pinch.
Milk-squeeze style. Mercy-free twist.
Rough paws break virgin.
Waist-buck? Calf-clamp pin. Back-leg lock, no stand.
"Say it. Or nah."
"Uh, s-sayin'! Sorry, lemme go—weird, tit-thing, ah."
"All clothes off, kneel right. No punish."
Hong Hae-a frantic headscarf-yank. Wet-cling clothes? Rip shred.
Rag-bits clung spots. Rain-gloss skin dewy-shine.
Floor-flop, hair-drip plop-plop.
Cold-scare shiver. Man leg-up sit, loomed over her bow.
"S-sorry... Reckless fire-spew..."
"More?"
"Uh, slutty. Mega-tits parade... Horny cow sorry..."
Neck-bow ground-kiss near.
Lee Gak foot to face-under.
"Good girl. Treat. Suck. You soaked me outside."
"Mm."
Hong Hae-a tongue-worked foot eager. Cat-lick groom.
Shameless obey? Lee Gak sly grin.
'What the? All yokai this dumb?'
Prime personal fuckpet material.
Not like chew-discard sluts—this one's elite looks. Tits? Obvs.
That size? Downstairs exorcist tier max. Tit-compare? Hers wins.
"Quit. Crawl here."
Hong Hae-a gesture-crawl.
Lee Gak chin-pet, then hair-yank rough.
Guard melted. Yokai-fear? Gone. Obedient slave now.
"Ow...! No yank."
"Do-all, right? Still."
Pupils slit-long, snap-back.
First rough? Beast stir-crazy. Endure. Exorcist.
Non-exorcist? Beatdown city.
Lee Gak death-dodged thrice clueless.
Silver lining: Downstairs Muk Seo-ah perked at thumps.
"What? Voices..."
Pleasure House? Zero soundproof.
Muk Seo-ah ceiling-stare, ear-cock.
Fire-blah just now?
Suspish chat focus—short-lived.
"Ughh. Gotta...? Weird. Tits tickle..."
Upstairs porn-voice. Muk Seo-ah blush-explode.
"Th-this psycho...! Fuck in Pleasure House. Wait, this is. Still...!"
Muk Seo-ah mid-window-wipe, rag-chuck.
Fever-fan hand-wave.
Privacy meddle? Hate. But neighbor manners.
'One word.'
Resolve set.
Daytime depravity? No.
Lewd tones pinged Yin Mark. Lower-belly Yin Mark glow.
Muk Seo-ah Cheonae Yuseon-focus, squashed it hard.
Nip-stand oblivious, upstairs march.
Corridor dudes gawk-turn.
Gaze-touch = face nuke-red.
Face-sweat trailed jaw.
Drip. Chin-drop sweat plopped tit.