Master Buk-gwak (2)
Master Buk-gwak (2)
"Through meditation, I explore my own inner self, and with hypnosis, I can plant suggestions. What do you want that brought you to me?"
Master Buk-gwak lit the candles.
They were the only light in the dim room. As his deep voice resonated under the glow, Master Buk-gwak looked like a grand master in his field.
Muk Seo-ah, trusting him, cautiously opened her mouth.
It was a worry she couldn't just blab about anywhere.
"Me... To use Taoist Magic, I need to control my mind. But it's not easy."
"The mind, huh. Humans have all sorts of mental images. Exactly which mind are we talking about...?"
"Uh... lust?"
"Kulruk, kulruk!"
Master Buk-gwak suddenly coughed violently.
He went into the kitchen and gulped down a glass of cold water.
His eyes shook.
Muk Seo-ah was wearing paper underwear that barely covered her cleavage and hips—really just the essential bits.
A woman in that state talking about lust. Master Buk-gwak gripped the glass tightly.
'What the hell? Is she seducing this old man?'
Well, she was still young and fresh. There's that saying about men being like meju—fermented soybean blocks that shine brighter with age.
Master Buk-gwak confidently rummaged through the kitchen drawer.
He found some sleeping pills and dropped them into the glass.
He handed the water to Muk Seo-ah, who had been waiting blankly.
"Sorry about that. Got something stuck in my throat. Warm water's great for relaxing body and mind, so chug it down and let's get started."
"Ah. Yes."
Muk Seo-ah drank the water without a second thought.
The warm water, laced with dissolved powder, slid refreshingly down her throat.
Master Buk-gwak kept a serious expression as he relit the candles. A languid heat rippled through the room.
"Just sit still in the chair. Trust me. From now on, I'll plant a suggestion to remove that lust."
Master Buk-gwak snapped his fingers—ttak.
Hearing the sound, Muk Seo-ah gazed at the incense with hazy eyes.
"Ah... Why am I so sleepy?"
"It's normal. The hypnosis is taking hold nicely. Meditate. No matter what, don't open your eyes or get up from the chair."
Ttak. Finger snap.
Muk Seo-ah's eyes slowly closed. A hazy, drowsy... sinking sensation.
Ttak.
"If you can hear me, answer."
"......Mm."
"It's working perfectly."
Master Buk-gwak clenched his fists and cheered inwardly.
All those years studying hypnosis to bang women had paid off. Hard work really does get rewarded.
"Time to plant the suggestion. She's the disciple's referral, after all."
No way was he gonna half-ass this.
Sister-in-law happy, brother-in-law happy—what could be better than killing two birds with one stone?
Ppak—
This time, he clapped.
Muk Seo-ah frowned at the sudden loud noise.
"Ugh..."
"From now on, whenever you hear this sound, you'll go into heat."
Master Buk-gwak clapped his hands together.
Then he gently brushed the back of his hand over Muk Seo-ah's upper chest. Supreme softness transmitted to his skin. Perfect harmony of suppleness and firmness.
"Can't hold back anymore."
No one else was coming to the house today anyway.
Master Buk-gwak boldly pulled aside the paper underwear covering Muk Seo-ah's breasts.
The flimsy paper underwear peeled away helplessly downward. Her ample tits jiggled at his command.
"Uhng."
Master Buk-gwak reached out and groped her breasts.
A thin moan escaped Muk Seo-ah's lips.
Ppak—
"Hng?! Haa, eung...!"
Every clap heightened Muk Seo-ah's sensitivity.
Fingers that had been plainly kneading her tits now made her nipples harden just by grazing her skin.
Master Buk-gwak trailed his fingers from Muk Seo-ah's collarbone down to her navel.
Tok. He flicked past her stiffly erect nipple.
Muk Seo-ah jolted, arching her waist. She was about to tumble from the chair.
"No! If you wake up midway, you could fall into Shim-ma. Sit up straight!"
Master Buk-gwak shouted.
The semi-conscious Muk Seo-ah startled and straightened her posture. Her eyes still closed, her mind still hazy.
Muk Seo-ah's lips twitched, and she spoke.
"My chest feels stuffy."
"Looks like an inner issue. I'll treat it, so bear with any discomfort. Absolutely do not wake up."
Muk Seo-ah nodded.
Master Buk-gwak's hand gripped her jaw.
He peeled the sweat-dampened hair from her face.
Holding her chin, he shoved his thumb into her mouth and stirred.
He felt the texture of her inner cheeks, tongue, teeth, the roof of her mouth.
"Hup. Eh..."
Saliva dripped from Muk Seo-ah's open mouth.
Keeping her mouth agape, he prodded inside with his fingers, making long strings of drool fall onto her chest.
Ppak. Master Buk-gwak grabbed and pulled her tongue.
With the clap, Muk Seo-ah's expression changed.
"Eh, hek."
Like a distressed, needy puppy, she bucked her hips.
Just her tongue gripped by two fingers made her waist twitch and tremble.
A wet stain formed on the wooden chair.
A trickle of fluid leaked from between Muk Seo-ah's legs.
"I could rework that mouth into a full erogenous zone too. She's got talent."
Master Buk-gwak smiled, stroking Muk Seo-ah's head. She shuddered and instinctively shrank back.
Seeing that stirred his sadistic urges.
Master Buk-gwak dropped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Bigger than most young guys'.
Compressed under his underwear, it released a musky stench upon freedom.
He brought it to Muk Seo-ah's nose, and she instinctively pulled her head back.
"From now on, this smell will make lust impossible to control."
Ppak, he clapped to seal the suggestion.
Grabbing her hair, he yanked her forward. He rubbed his cock against her pale cheek.
Master Buk-gwak's heart pounded like mad.
If an Exorcist caught him doing this, he could die.
But no regrets—this woman was too slutty.
Flawless skin, perfect jade body. Every bit of her beauty drew men in. Heaven-sent Dohwasal.
No man could resist her up close.
Her gorgeous face and lewd aura contrasted her defenseless state.
"Kuh."
Master Buk-gwak shot his load.
Sticky, turbid semen splattered across Muk Seo-ah's face and hair.
Muk Seo-ah stood on tiptoes under the chair, legs fidgeting uncontrollably. Her thighs kept spreading and clenching, over and over. Her hands flailed, lost.
Chwap.
Master Buk-gwak slapped the inside of her thigh with his palm.
"Haat! Kyaaheuk...!"
Muk Seo-ah shoved both hands between her legs, clamping her thighs together. She pressed the slapped spot and stomped her feet.
Ppak—
He clapped and grabbed her hair.
His cock, spent once already, swelled back up. He laid the hardened dick across her nose bridge.
"Ahh, ah... ha... hu... eung..."
Muk Seo-ah, trembling as she clutched her thighs, gradually relaxed her body in languid surrender.
The suggestions were sinking in perfectly.
The cock touching her face. The pungent smell spread, and the hypnotized Muk Seo-ah stuck out her tongue.
She spread her legs. Past the reddened handprints on her thighs, she tentatively touched her pussy.
Tok. The moment her hand met her pussy, she unwittingly shot both legs up.
"Haaaah...!"
She thrust her legs straight forward.
Her toes quivered. The fluid soaking the chair now dripped to the floor below.
Even convulsing in pleasure, she didn't turn her head. His cock hovered just out of tongue's reach. Muk Seo-ah panted raggedly, sweat pouring like rain.
"Ha, haa. Ahh."
"No. Wait."
Master Buk-gwak commanded. Implanting unconscious suggestions into the bitch in heat.
Your climaxes and everything are under someone else's control. The whining bitch can't do a damn thing without her master's say-so.
Ppak—
"Hueut?!"
He clapped and spoke.
"Normally, you'll keep your lust locked down. But this sound turns you back into a bitch in heat anytime. Got it? Answer."
Ppak—
"Yes, hng, eung. Yeees."
"Hearing the clap makes desire uncontrollable right away. And..."
Master Buk-gwak pondered briefly.
What if the Exorcist resisted the suggestions later? If they broke for some reason.
He'd be dead meat. He needed insurance against her hunting him down.
"...And if you hear 'bitch.' Then you become a dumb pussy that submits to cock. You can never defy cock—you always lose."
This was a strong suggestion. High chance of failure.
Muk Seo-ah even tilted her head.
Her subconscious was resisting.
Damn. Risky.
Master Buk-gwak quickly slipped his hand between her legs.
Two fingers into the paper underwear, rapidly rubbing and stimulating her pussy.
"...Haa. Ah! Haat?! Ah, aaang!"
Rough male caresses. Stimulation from a stranger's hand.
Muk Seo-ah's waist bucked wildly as she let out near-screams.
"Aaaah! Haauk!"
"Do as you're told!"
Ppak!
The clap and pleasure thundered through Muk Seo-ah's mind.
"Haang! Uaang, yes! Yes! Ah, aaa!"
"Cum, you bitch!"
Chwak. He pulled his hand out.
The rapid friction on her sloppy pussy under the underwear vanished.
Sudden stop after the frenzy—her subconscious, fighting to hold back orgasm, shattered.
"Eut."
Pewshuk.
Fluid squirted up like a fountain. Soaking the paper underwear translucent, streams leaked from the tiny triangle sides.
Tide burst, drenching her calves and ankles.
Muk Seo-ah convulsed full-body, flopping like she was electrocuted—squirted juices from her spasming feet splattered her toes.
"Kkk. Kk. Kk."
Muk Seo-ah couldn't breathe, slumping against the chair back.
No, she collapsed. Sitting but flat as if lying down.
A huge puddle formed under the chair, and Muk Seo-ah slid down into it, knees buckling.
Her sweat-slick upper body barely draped over the chair as she struggled to peek her eyes open.
Nothing visible. Even open, the world flashed white. Stars twinkled, tinnitus ringing in her ears.
"...Can't hold back. Not a one-day plaything. I'll make her my slave for sure."
Ppak!
Clap echoed. The cock carrying its foul scent drew near.
As her vision faded to unconsciousness, Muk Seo-ah's subconscious didn't forget the suggestions.
Independent of her reason, both hands fondled her nipples.
'Huh, am I... doing this to myself right now...?'
Muk Seo-ah's awareness drifted away.
Like dreaming. Her own hands groping her breasts.
"Hik."
Tok.
Slender fingers instinctively flicked her nipple.
In a flash, intense pleasure pierced her body like a spear. Muk Seo-ah tumbled from the chair into the puddle and passed out.
Whatever.
All that filled her head right before blackout was how good it felt.
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"Wh-what do I do...?"
Beyond the paper-screen door, a dirt-smeared woman tore at her hair. Her clothes were a mess from rushing down the mountain.
She'd found an Exorcist who could kill the Tiger Yokai. Planned to learn from him and become an Exorcist herself, but she'd seen what she shouldn't have.
'Master Buk-gwak is the village's top scholar...!'
She'd followed for no good reason. Now she was powerless. Few options: forget what she saw and go back to being a normal hunter, or report the shameless old perv.
Would the villagers believe her?
No. Master Buk-gwak's position was rock-solid.
As the girl who got called a tomboy for toting a matchlock everywhere, she had no way to convince folks. If he played innocent, it was over.
'What do I do, what do I do!'
Clutching her pounding heart, she squatted by the door. Anxious face chewing her glove instead of nails.
By chance, the raised matchlock's stock bumped between her legs.
"Hueut."
A sudden shiver ran through her body. The crotch of her pants was wet.
Never even touched herself, just spied on someone else's climax. She hurriedly covered her moaning mouth.
"...Who's there?"
Master Buk-gwak turned at the moan.
Aspiring Exorcist Yoo Bok-hyang clamped both hands over her mouth.
'Caught! I'm caught!'
"...Meow. Meeeow—"
"Who's there!!"
No choice—she'd help the Exorcist lady. Yoo Bok-hyang resolved boldly.
Master Buk-gwak, caught mid-attempted rape, was hastily pulling up his pants. Clothes not fully straight yet.
Yoo Bok-hyang shoved her matchlock through the paper screen.
"Don't move, you pervert bastard!"