Snail Bride Request (4)
Snail Bride Request (4)
"So you beat it with a chair?"
"Yes... but it wouldn't die."
The neighbors had reported it. Strange noises were coming from that house.
That's how she ended up at the scene. Muk Seo-ah cupped her chin and fell silent for a moment.
The ghost with its limbs broken was screaming.
This was a Water Ghost. It hated dying alone, so it obsessed over people, trying to drag them along as companions.
She must have smashed it hard with that chair. The yokai's legs below the knees were pulverized into a pathetic mess.
"Uwaaaah! Hubby! You betrayed me, betrayed meee! That slut! She's the one who seduced you!"
Minor Demons could be subdued even by ordinary folks with some strength. Yeong Hong-gae's thick arms bulged with muscles honed from fieldwork.
Muk Seo-ah looked at Yeong Hong-gae and said. The man had a slight cut from the knife but wasn't seriously hurt.
"You did well. That's how it is with them. Normal attacks don't kill them easily. Wow, but your fighting skills are impressive? You took it down with just a chair, no talisman or anything?"
"Ah, well. I did have a talisman originally... but the ghost stole it... This yokai put sleeping pills in the food..."
That was when it happened.
The Snail Bride leaped up with her last burst of strength. She charged in a surprise attack and pulled a talisman from her bosom.
She slapped it onto Muk Seo-ah's forehead and stabbed wildly with the Kitchen Knife.
"Die! Die, you bitch! Don't talk to another woman's man!"
"No. You little Minor Demon shit."
Muk Seo-ah slapped the Snail Bride's cheek. She grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the kitchen. She peeled off the talisman from her forehead and tore it up.
She pulled an axe from her mouth and chased after the ghost.
"Want me to exorcise it? It'll be quick."
"B-Be careful!"
Yeong Hong-gae shouted. Muk Seo-ah casually turned to look ahead, only to have the Snail Bride splash boiling bean oil from the pot over her.
Chwaak-
Hot oil bubbled from head to toe.
Muk Seo-ah grimaced in annoyance.
"Ah, shit, it's hot. I'm all soaked."
"Dieeee!"
The charging Snail Bride. Whether stabbed by the Kitchen Knife or not, the blade couldn't pierce her skin anyway. Muk Seo-ah grabbed the Snail Bride's head and dragged her to the hearth.
In front of the roaring firewood, she smashed both shoulders with the axe and said,
"Shall I exorcise her for you?"
Yeong Hong-gae seemed hesitant. The Snail Bride was thrashing and wailing in agony.
"If you're short on cash, I can do it cheap."
"No. Um... there's one last thing I want to confirm."
Yeong Hong-gae said quietly. It wasn't exactly the right timing. The Mistress, who had passed out mid-orgasm, still hadn't woken, and the Snail Bride was moments from execution.
He himself had nearly died and had barely thrown on some clothes.
The exorcist brushed back her long white hair and stared at Yeong Hong-gae. Her seductive eyes seemed to ask what he meant.
Yeong Hong-gae looked down at the Snail Bride and spat out one sentence.
"I don't love you."
"Liar—! You're lying!"
The Snail Bride spun her head around wildly. Muk Seo-ah muttered, 'Ah, what a pain in the ass,' and pinned the head down to hold it still.
Yeong Hong-gae gave a bitter smile. For some reason, he felt pity for the ghost.
"Exorcist-nim. Can I see the yokai's face?"
"Ah, sure, go ahead."
Muk Seo-ah brushed aside the Snail Bride's hair. The face that was always hidden came into view.
Pale skin, a fist-sized nose. Tiny eyes and a flat, no, downright concave bridge.
Yeong Hong-gae looked at that face coldly and said,
"Just exorcise her."
Muk Seo-ah swung the axe down. For the first time, she felt sorry for the yokai. What must it feel like to live as an ugly woman in an erotic game? Muk Seo-ah couldn't even imagine.
Muk Seo-ah wiped the blood off the axe by rubbing it against the hearth. The Snail Bride's bisected corpse dissolved into Yin Energy.
"You made a good choice. Finishing one of these alone messes up your dreams. Since you caught her yourself, I'll only charge a tenth of the fee."
"Really? Thank you!"
"I get that you're short on money, but next time, hire someone. It's too dangerous."
This job had been lucky. The Water Ghost had been ridiculously weak.
If it had been even a bit stronger, Yeong Hong-gae and the Mistress would have been found chopped up like salted fish.
Muk Seo-ah took the money and glanced at the floor as she left.
It was soaked with fluids. In the corner of the room, the Mistress twitched lightly with her eyes closed.
'No way... how much did they do? Enough to soak the floor like that?'
Muk Seo-ah's face flushed red. She swallowed dryly without realizing it. This was an erotic game. Women captured by yokai suffered horrific things.
Remembering that, her imagination ran wild about what the Mistress had endured.
"Exorcist-nim?"
"Ah, y-yeah. Coming. Take care."
Muk Seo-ah lightly slapped both her cheeks. Get it together. What kind of lewd fantasies in front of a victim?
Horny bitch. She had a horny devil on her head.
Muk Seo-ah fanned her heated face with her hand as she left the thatched house.
Now that she noticed, her clothes were rags from the stabs and oil.
But her jade-like skin was unscratched.
No helping the ruined clothes. Muk Seo-ah silently walked back to the Pleasure House.
Men passing by ogled her openly.
Her underboob and smooth waist exposed by the torn clothes. Muk Seo-ah quickened her pace under the uncomfortable stares.
Ever since seeing that Mistress, her body had become strangely sensitive.
It felt hot for no reason, her lower belly itchy.
Suddenly, the thought of touching herself flashed through Muk Seo-ah's mind. Looking down, she saw her hardened nipples.
'Horny bitch!'
Muk Seo-ah bit her lip. Did the Yin Mark still linger? No way. But she couldn't explain this feeling otherwise.
Entering the Pleasure House, she spotted a familiar face. A man in a hooded robe was rolling up his blue sleeves, eating.
Muk Seo-ah quickly approached him.
"Cheong-ui Gongja!"
"Huh? Whoa, what happened to you! H-Here, put this on first!"
Cheong-ui Gongja saw Muk Seo-ah's revealing state and took off his outer robe.
Good thing she was an exorcist; any ordinary woman in that outfit would have been kidnapped a dozen times on the way.
The Pleasure House area wasn't safe. Bandits, thugs, rich gamblers, vagrants with nothing to lose—all came to buy courtesans, making it tough for a lone woman to pass.
Muk Seo-ah walked around covered in blood with an axe, so luckily, no horny bastards tried to chat her up.
Cheong-ui Gongja cleared his throat repeatedly. No matter how strong an exorcist's martial prowess, Muk Seo-ah's behavior was improper.
What was the difference from begging men to ogle her? If she weren't an exorcist, she'd already be a public toilet in some dark alley.
"Ahem! Cough! You should carry spare clothes normally. Or wear protective gear underneath. A woman should think of her body..."
"What? Who you calling a woman? Cheong-ui Gongja, aren't you into inner cultivation?"
It was easy to guess. Even now, Cheong-ui Gongja was muttering an unknown incantation under his breath.
It was inner cultivation to suppress lust. He twisted his body to hide his rigidly erect cock.
'Is he... hard? Why? Because of me...?'
Muk Seo-ah swallowed dryly. A silent tension hung in the air.
'No, no. That's not the point right now.'
She shook her head vigorously.
Muk Seo-ah gathered her wits and spoke. Cheong-ui Gongja was her only hope.
"Does that work? Can I learn that mental cultivation too? Please."
"W-Why all of a sudden?"
"Tell me. I'll do anything."
Muk Seo-ah pleaded with serious eyes.
Her pale, slender hands clutched the hem of his blue robe tightly.
Anything. Cheong-ui Gongja's eyes widened, and he paused.
A few seconds later, he coughed loudly and stepped back. The incantation under his breath sped up.
Cheong-ui Gongja's gaze lingered on Muk Seo-ah's chest before darting away like a startled frog.
"No need for anything. Helping others is only natural. I'll write a letter to my spiritual master, Master Buk-gwak. Tell me your address, and go find him."
Muk Seo-ah's face lit up.
Finally, hope to cast aside impulsive lust and use her pure Cheonae Yuseon.
On the contrary, Cheong-ui Gongja's face darkened.
Years of abstinence training had nearly shattered.
He judged. This woman is dangerous.
Having her nearby would end his days as a Taoist. He'd enter a world of shiny shackles and rice gruel. Only a grim future awaited.
"...Go to Master Buk-gwak. He's a master of meditation and hypnosis. He'll solve your troubles."
Cheong-ui Gongja looked toward distant mountains as he backed away.
She had to be sent away fast. Her mere presence was a threat to men. His 1,000 days of celibacy training had almost broken.
Unaware of his inner turmoil, Muk Seo-ah cheered inwardly. After thanking him, she returned to her room, washed up, packed, and left the Pleasure House.
She set off to find Master Buk-gwak, the expert in meditation and hypnosis. His place wasn't far.
He would straighten her turbid mind.
Her Fengyu Pill-swollen breasts swelled once more with anticipation.
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Yeong Hong-gae holed up in his house for days. He had no face to see the Mistress again.
How could he go out to work?
The Mistress had been raped by the yokai until she passed out. He had failed to protect her.
But that wasn't what truly shamed Yeong Hong-gae.
He quit work, shut himself in, and jerked off nonstop. Gripping his cock and shaking it.
The memories flooded back vividly. The Mistress with a cucumber stuffed in her pussy, crying out like a toy.
He'd feasted his eyes on the naked body he'd longed for, even seen her face melted in pleasure.
She was an unattainable star.
Unlike him, a lowly laborer, the Mistress was a noble rich girl with an owner.
Born different. Countless men besides him must have secretly jerked off to her.
Yeong Hong-gae satisfied himself with memories of her as side dish. Unable to have her, he'd fill the void like this.
"Hong-gae."
It was the Mistress's voice.
Lost in masturbation, he thought it was a hallucination.
"May I come in?"
It was real. Yeong Hong-gae stopped jerking and snapped to attention.
A slender woman stood in the yard. Her small face with sharp features—the beautiful Mistress he knew.
But her outfit was different from usual. Her top plunged deep, exposing cleavage.
Her breasts, soft enough to sink into with a touch, captured Yeong Hong-gae's gaze.
"M-Mistress. Why here?"
"...You haven't come to work. I came to check if you were badly hurt that day."
"P-Please come in. My humble home is shabby, but..."
The Mistress entered barefoot, without even socks. She brushed past Yeong Hong-gae and went into the room where she'd climaxed.
The floor still bore fluid stains. An indelible trace.
"Mistress. I'm fine. More than that, water or something... I have nothing to offer..."
"No need."
The Mistress strode toward Yeong Hong-gae. She grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room.
Yeong Hong-gae, clueless, let the delicate woman lead him stumbling along.
The Mistress sat him in a chair.
She pulled a talisman from her bosom and stuck it to his forehead.
"Mistress...! What are you...!"
"How's that? Can't move like last time?"
No. His limbs moved freely.
Now he saw—it was fake. Just sloppy scribbles on paper to look real.
The handwriting was the Mistress's.
The Mistress sweated with a flushed red face. Her cheeks were peach-like.
"Can't move, right?"
"Yes... N-No..."
"You can't move."
The Mistress reached out both hands. She cupped Yeong Hong-gae's face and pulled it to her chest, saying,
Yeong Hong-gae's nose touched her ample breasts. Just a light press, but his dick shot up ready to burst.
"M-Mistress..."
"My name is Shin Hee-ae. You can't move. Just watch."
Shin Hee-ae looked down at Yeong Hong-gae as she spoke. His face pressed into her cleavage.
Shin Hee-ae released her hands and turned primly. She walked to the room corner, her nape slick with sweat.
"...Eut."
Shin Hee-ae plopped down and hiked up her skirt.
A familiar object appeared between her legs.
A cucumber.
Instead of underwear, a thick, long cucumber was there.
She'd inserted it and come all the way here. Her pussy was already drenched.
Yeong Hong-gae's heart pounded wildly.
"Eut, heut... Haa. Eung."
Shin Hee-ae gripped the cucumber and slowly shook her hand. The cucumber linked to her pussy moved up and down.
As firm as Gak-jot's, it slid in deeper bit by bit. Soon reaching the depths of Shin Hee-ae's vagina.
"Eugh?! Ah, ahhheut...!"
Shin Hee-ae whimpered, but her hand moved faster instead. Tears welled, but her pussy juices gushed several times more.
After minutes of frigging like a bitch in heat, her pussy pushed out the cucumber and squirted.
"Heuk! Ahhuuuuu! Aaang! Hauk!"
Shin Hee-ae arched her back lewdly. Her excited low jeogori had come fully undone.
Half-naked, breasts fully exposed, skirt hiked to show her pussy.
Her long legs trembled, soaked in squirt. Shin Hee-ae pulled the cucumber from her pussy and bit it in her mouth.
She rubbed between her legs with her hand, moaning, then spat out the saliva-slick cucumber and muttered quietly.
"Talisman... effect not worn off?"
Ah.
Yeong Hong-gae's heart raced madly, tinnitus ringing in his ears. His heartbeat exceeded limits.
His reason flew away like dust.
Yeong Hong-gae ripped off the fake talisman from his forehead.
He strode toward the trembling Mistress on the floor.
"The Snail Bride said it. Don't seduce men when you have an owner."
"..."
"You broke it first. Shin Hee-ae, you perverted bitch. You won't leave here intact today."
Yeong Hong-gae snatched the cucumber. Pathetic thickness compared to his cock.
Yeong Hong-gae dropped his pants. His dick, huge as a mushroom, slapped between Shin Hee-ae's legs.
Shin Hee-ae covered her flushed red face with both hands.
Just the touch of his manhood made her hips buck and squirt.
A coquettish breath leaked from the Mistress's lips.
"...Y-Yes... Hubby..."