Geum-gang-ho Extermination (1)
Geum-gang-ho Extermination (1)
It truly felt like her mind was settling down.
After the meditation, Muk Seo-ah's spirit shone like solid steel.
Satisfactory. Muk Seo-ah let a smile play on her lips.
She owed Master Buk-gwak a debt of gratitude. On the way back, she'd thank Cheong-ui Gongja too.
She had no idea what had happened to her during the meditation.
Muk Seo-ah set off for home in high spirits.
She was waiting at the village outskirts to catch a carriage.
"Wait a minute!"
Someone called out to her and came running.
A boy in rather drab clothes, shouldering a single matchlock, panting heavily.
No, it was a girl. Despite her cute face, her male disguise was so thorough she looked like a pretty boy. Clutching his knees, he trembled with slender shoulders.
Aigoo— Yoo Bok-hyang let out a wail.
Her breath was right up to her chin.
"I'm dying, huff. Together... could we go together?"
Yoo Bok-hyang took off her leather cap and wiped her sweat. Her dirt-brown bobbed hair was matted, sweat trickling down her appropriately tanned skin. As she drew near, a fresh forest scent wafted over.
Chasing after Muk Seo-ah wasn't easy.
He hadn't tired once during a full thirty-minute sprint. Yoo Bok-hyang had barely caught up and now slumped down, catching her breath.
Every hot breath she exhaled made her bandage-wrapped chest rise inside her clothes.
Muk Seo-ah answered awkwardly.
A carriage was coming from over there.
"Sorry. Um, kid. I really don't have anything to teach you. You can't just learn to become an exorcist."
"I'll just watch from the side and imitate. Please! Just one chance!"
She clung so desperately.
Ah, dealing with people is this hard. Yokai are easy—just kill them.
She was used to communicating with an axe.
Muk Seo-ah pondered for a moment. Pushing aside the bitter feeling, she shook her head.
The carriage had arrived and was waiting for her.
"If you follow me, you'll die. Don't become an exorcist. It's a bad job. I'll definitely kill Geum-gang-ho for you."
"Master! Don't abandon me!"
Yoo Bok-hyang tried to climb onto the carriage after her but was stopped. The coachman dragged her down and shoved her far away.
Inside the carriage, Muk Seo-ah bit her lip lightly, feeling waves of discomfort.
'What would she even do if she came along.'
Ugh. As she let out a small groan, another passenger in the carriage looked at Muk Seo-ah and spoke up.
"You look young to be a master. What the hell did you teach that boy to make him act like that? Let me see. Did you teach him how to become an adult or something?"
The man chuckled lewdly, staring at Muk Seo-ah's chest.
His gaze was blatantly mocking.
Muk Seo-ah's emotions sank coldly.
Killing intent flickered in her eyes. The hypnosis suppressing her lust was perfectly in place.
"Say one more word. I'll break your arm and toss you out of the carriage."
"Pfft, scary, huh? Miss. Don't be like that—come with me to a nice place for some tea..."
Sruk.
The axe Muk Seo-ah drew tickled the man's cheek. The axe blade softly sliced his cheek.
Drolly, a drop of blood fell from the man's cheek. A light cut appeared.
"Do I look like I'm joking to you?"
"..."
"Let's go quietly. Leaves a bad aftertaste."
Muk Seo-ah put away her axe and dozed off with a nod.
In the rocking carriage, no one made a sound.
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Yoo Bok-hyang didn't give up. Instead, she changed her approach.
She wouldn't rely on anyone else anymore. She wouldn't beg exorcists for a lifeline.
Revenge was something you seized yourself.
Yoo Bok-hyang smeared mud on her face for camouflage. She held her gun in the middle of the thicket.
'I'll do it myself.'
If they wouldn't teach her, she'd learn on her own. Preparations were complete. It was the time she'd spent training over the past twelve years to become an adult.
Yoo Bok-hyang had become a marksman who could hit the down of a flying bird.
Burning with vengeance, her skills—honed since childhood with the goal of becoming an exorcist—were at their absolute peak now.
Yoo Bok-hyang had no doubts about her own power. She'd dedicated her entire life to killing yokai.
Starting with this Geum-gang-ho, she would become a proper exorcist.
'It's here.'
Yoo Bok-hyang held her breath.
A massive tiger was approaching the trap she'd set up in advance.
Tasty deer meat was laid out. It was structured so that getting close would make it fall into a pit.
At that moment, a Chang-gwi popped out from Geum-gang-ho's cheekbone.
The small, black lesser yokai saw the trap and cackled.
"Sang-gun-nim! Be careful! Some stupid hunter set a trap here!"
"Oh ho, is that so? Whoever it is, what a cheeky bastard."
The tiger chuckled and just picked up the meat.
He carefully avoided the trap. Seeing that, Yoo Bok-hyang's rage boiled over.
"You filthy yokai!"
Yoo Bok-hyang burst from the bushes, raising her matchlock.
Chiik. She lit the fuse with the cigarette in her mouth. She pulled the trigger, firing two shots precisely.
Taang, tang!
She hit the aorta and the eyeball. Geum-gang-ho toppled backward.
'Got it!'
Keeping her distance, she fired more bullets. It was time to reload.
Feeling tension ready to burst, she reached for the ammo pouch at her waist.
No ammo pouch. Her belt was empty.
One black Chang-gwi had stolen her bullets.
"Kekekek!"
"Give them back right now!"
In that instant, someone strangled Yoo Bok-hyang from behind. A Chang-gwi that had climbed down from a tree wrapped its arms and legs around her entire body.
The Chang-gwi that stole the ammo pouch kicked her in the stomach.
A pained groan burst from Yoo Bok-hyang's mouth.
"Ugh, ahhk! Kehek! Kkuk."
"A man has to endure at least this much! You don't even have the chops, and you attack Sang-gun-nim?"
Yoo Bok-hyang turned her head, tears and saliva dripping. Geum-gang-ho was getting up unscathed, grooming his fur.
The bullet was flattened. Even the eyeball shot hadn't worked.
"What a cheeky little brat. The clothes don't taste good, so strip her completely. She's my lunch today."
"Yes! Sang-gun-nim!"
Three Chang-gwi swarmed and subdued Yoo Bok-hyang.
No matter how she struggled, a woman's body couldn't beat three male yokai.
Chang-gwi were weak lesser yokai.
Dwarf-like stature. Strength less than an adult man's.
To Muk Seo-ah, they'd seem like goblins.
Yet even these small, weak lesser yokai, Yoo Bok-hyang couldn't defeat.
"Ugh. Kkuk..."
A Chang-gwi crushed Yoo Bok-hyang's head. It pinned her arms behind her back, immobilizing her.
She was humiliatingly forced face-down, ass up in the air.
Every time she resisted, they kicked her stomach hard—she couldn't do anything.
The Chang-gwi tore her clothes off.
Her bandage-wrapped chest was exposed. Seeing it, the Chang-gwi jumped in surprise and laughed.
"Sang-gun-nim! This bitch is a woman!"
"She was in male disguise! What do we do?"
Sang-gun clicked his tongue.
The meaning of why these little evil spirits were asking was crystal clear.
"Do whatever you want with her. Just clean her up thoroughly after you're done. I'm going to eat her entrails, so don't get her too dirty."
"Kihehe, got it."
One Chang-gwi grabbed Yoo Bok-hyang's hair, another slapped her ass from behind.
As the fully stripped Yoo Bok-hyang screamed, the third kicked her hard.
"Aaak! Ahhuk, heu."
"Is this bitch crying? Should've known your place."
A Chang-gwi licked Yoo Bok-hyang's cheek with its tongue. It was a sadistic, perverted hobby of toying with captured women.
Yoo Bok-hyang gritted her teeth at the humiliation, but instinctively feared the incoming blows and couldn't resist fiercely.
"You... filthy...! Trash...!"
The Chang-gwi dragged Yoo Bok-hyang along. Grabbing her by the hair, she had to crawl on all fours, groaning in pain.
Unbearable shame. She picked up a stone from the ground.
"Hurry up, you bitch!"
"Ugh?!"
A Chang-gwi from behind slapped her ass hard. A red handprint bloomed on Yoo Bok-hyang's white cheek.
Her face and limbs were tanned, but because she kept her clothes tightly wrapped, her body was pale like a child's.
A hunter's job is for men. She'd layered clothes for her male disguise.
But now, that appearance only aroused the Chang-gwi further.
"Puhuhu. This bitch is a pervert, huh. She flinches every time I slap her ass."
"Kk... hut..."
Yoo Bok-hyang closed her eyes at the stinging pain. Her ass hurt so much she couldn't endure anymore.
Finally collapsing face-down, the Chang-gwi in front grabbed her chin and lifted it.
It twisted her wrists behind her back and shoved its cock into her mouth.
The crude, long member entered her mouth.
Yoo Bok-hyang was momentarily shocked by the filthy texture on her tongue, but soon her face twisted in hatred and disgust.
Tears welled up. Seeing her face, the Chang-gwi grew even happier.
"Me too! Let me shove it in!"
"You use the lower hole."
"What about me? There are three of us."
"Is the back hole just for show?"
Yoo Bok-hyang, who had been glaring murderously while sucking the dick, changed her expression. She flinched in horror, her face filled with terror.
One Chang-gwi stroked her ass, another pulled out its cock.
"Eup! Ueup!"
Yoo Bok-hyang resisted desperately with the dick in her mouth.
Not there.
She couldn't lose both her virginity and human dignity at once. Especially not to these filthy yokai!
Yoo Bok-hyang bared her teeth.
"Kuaat!"
The Chang-gwi screamed. Pain like its dick was being severed made it tumble backward.
Yoo Bok-hyang broke free from the yokai's hands, grabbed the stone, and lunged.
She wildly bashed the two Chang-gwi trying to rape her.
"Uwaak! Ak!"
"Die! Die!"
Jjeok- jeok-
A stone smeared with green blood.
As Yoo Bok-hyang attacked fiercely, a growling roar reached her ears. Geum-gang-ho was staring at her.
"Ah... ugh, ueut."
She'd sworn it so much. Vowed to fight with desperate resolve.
But standing before the beast, Yoo Bok-hyang's legs gave out. The young exorcist forged in vengeance was gone. All her male disguise was stripped away.
Her feigned courage melted away. She transformed into a frail woman kneeling weakly before a strong male.
Helplessness sank deep into her bones.
Unknowingly, Yoo Bok-hyang was wetting herself.
Kneeling on loosened legs, she felt her lower body growing wet as she faced the tiger.
'Can't win...'
Yoo Bok-hyang's subconscious realized it quickly.
But her dazed, tear-filled face soon ignited with fierce eyes.
Right. Better to kill herself than be toyed with by these bastards.
As Yoo Bok-hyang tried to bite her tongue, a Chang-gwi rushed in and slapped her cheek.
"You fucking bitch! How dare you bite my dick! I'll kill you!"
"Stop. Cease."
Geum-gang-ho spoke with dignity.
The Chang-gwi barely swallowed its rage. Under the yokai's fists, the woman trembled naked.
Terror of violence and helplessness—Yoo Bok-hyang clutched her head and curled up.
"Heuk, heueu..."
"A mere woman who tried to hunt me. Your courage is admirable, so I'll give you a chance. Pick up your gun and shoot me. If I get hurt before your bullets run out, I'll let you go."
Geum-gang-ho tapped his own neck.
Yoo Bok-hyang lifted her tear-streaked face. She wiped tears from her reddened cheek.
She knew. This was a game, mockery.
Ordinary bullets couldn't pierce that tiger.
Geum-gang-ho knew it too but toyed with Yoo Bok-hyang to the end.
But she had to accept.
This was her only chance, with the enemy off-guard. Yoo Bok-hyang wiped her tears and set a resolute expression.
"Keep your promise."
"Ah, of course. But since I'll just take hits one-sidedly, I'll add a condition. You have to make the bet in front of the villagers. During the shooting, the Chang-gwi will interfere with you."
"What? That's ridiculous...!"
"Don't like it?"
The three Chang-gwi approached Yoo Bok-hyang.
They were ready to rape and kill her at Sang-gun's command.
Yoo Bok-hyang flinched and backed away. Instinctively stepping back, she tripped on a tree root and fell.
"Ugh."
The Chang-gwi jeered at her naked ass-plant.
Yoo Bok-hyang's face flushed with shame and humiliation.
"I'll do it, I'll do it. But I'll add a condition too. If I win, disappear from this village. Stop tormenting people and get lost!"
"Accepted. Then let's go do the bet right now."
Geum-gang-ho nodded his chin. A Chang-gwi grabbed Yoo Bok-hyang's slender ankle. As it tried to drag her like luggage, she twisted her body in resistance.
"I'll walk on my own feet, so let go...!"
"Oh ho, giving orders?"
The Chang-gwi raised its fist.
Having lost her matchlock, Yoo Bok-hyang bared her teeth defiantly, but as the yokai cracked its knuckles approaching, she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ah, no. I'll walk. My ankle hurts. Let go..."
"Talking back?"
"..."
"This bitch still needs more education."
The Chang-gwi flipped Yoo Bok-hyang's body. Her pale ass was exposed atop her dark thighs.
It slapped her soaked pussy with its palm, making Yoo Bok-hyang scream.
"Uheuk?! Ah, ahut! Ah! It hurts! Sorry! I was wrong!"
Clear liquid dripped from between Yoo Bok-hyang's legs. Whether from fear-induced piss or something else, she couldn't tell.
The Chang-gwi noticed and chuckled, lightly rubbing between her legs with its foot.
The erect Chang-gwi toyed with the limp Yoo Bok-hyang's pussy with its filthy foot.
As the knobby lesser yokai's toes touched her, Yoo Bok-hyang unwittingly opened her mouth.
"He... uh?"
"Look at this bitch. Forgot when she was acting tough without knowing her place. Now she's squirting. Lived this long without knowing her own inclinations?"
"Inclinations...? What are you—"
"I thought of a great way to satisfy Sang-gun-nim."
The Chang-gwi lifted its foot.
It smeared its pussy-juice-soaked sole across Yoo Bok-hyang's face.
"Hauwk. Heu..."
Yoo Bok-hyang groaned in humiliation. She had no spirit left to defy.
Her mind was hazy. They said even if you enter a tiger's den, stay alert and you'll live.
She flinched as her face was stepped on.
Unbeknownst to her, her crotch glistened with tides.
Juruk. Transparent fluid squirted from Yoo Bok-hyang's white, smooth pussy.
"Ahh, hek."
The Chang-gwi yanked her hair like a leash, enjoying the sight of her crawling on all fours.
A long trail marked where Yoo Bok-hyang crawled on her belly.
Droplets of her juices left traces in her path.
"I thought of a fun way to interfere with your shooting."
The three Chang-gwi laughed as they followed the tiger.
Yoo Bok-hyang's eyes were somewhat subdued, but a corner of her heart still burned with resentment toward the yokai.
Her mind was just numb. Humiliation, shame, defeat, contempt.
Along with it, some inexplicable sensation tickled the weak spot between her legs.