Geum-gang-ho Extermination (2)
Geum-gang-ho Extermination (2)
The people of Burakchon lived peacefully enough on the outskirts of the village in their own way.
If it weren't for the Tiger Yokai, they wouldn't have had anything to fear.
But on the days when Geum-gang-ho came down from the mountain, everyone was gripped by terror. The village chief and the elders turned pale as they stood to block him.
"Why... why are you doing this, Sang-gun? We've been offering up a sturdy young man every month as tribute, haven't we? In return, you promised not to hunt us."
"That's true. But you humans invaded my territory first. And for the purpose of hunting me!"
The chief jumped in fright. Who the hell would do that? Trying to kill Geum-gang-ho was taboo.
Countless people had attempted it before, and they'd even hired exorcists. But Geum-gang-ho, who was on the level of a mid-tier yokai, couldn't be repelled by anyone.
Whenever someone tried to hunt him, the tiger's rage would turn the village upside down.
At some point, people decided it was better not to try at all if they were just going to fail.
It was like picking at a scab.
They just had to offer up one tribute, so why stir things up and invite a bloodbath?
"Ah, no! From our village! Who the hell dared to go after you! It's a misunderstanding, Sang-gun!"
As the chief desperately made excuses, Geum-gang-ho jerked his chin.
From behind the massive tiger's body, the Chang-gwi dragged Yoo Bok-hyang forward.
Faint wounds were visible all over her body.
Her inner thigh was slick with arousal fluid, her buttocks and cheeks were red, and there were light bruises on parts of her body. She was in a pitiful state.
"Yoo Bok-hyang! Haven't I told you over and over? To drop your pointless thirst for revenge!"
The chief flew into a rage.
The villagers watched as Yoo Bok-hyang crawled on all fours, her clothes stripped off.
"You bitch! We took pity on you for losing your family, fed you and raised you, and this is how you repay the village's kindness?"
"Cut it out, Chief-nim!"
Yoo Bok-hyang suddenly shot to her feet. Her eyes burned with intense passion.
"You're all crazy! How long do you plan to live like slaves? Doing whatever the yokai says? You can't even all band together to fight back-"
Peoreok.
A Chang-gwi kicked her leg.
Yoo Bok-hyang's ankle slid out from under her, and she fell to the ground.
The Chang-gwi mounted her fallen body and pummeled her chest wildly. Red handprints were left behind. Yoo Bok-hyang screamed, clutching her chest as she writhed.
"Kyaaak, aa! Ack! Stop! Stooop!"
"Don't raise your voice recklessly. Next time, I won't stop."
Yoo Bok-hyang nodded through her sobs.
Seeing this, the villagers recoiled as if about to flee.
Geum-gang-ho cleared his throat.
"Normally, I'd order a purge on all of you, but in my mercy, I'll give you one more chance. If this woman's bullets wound me, I'll let this incident slide. And not only that—I'll even leave the village."
The villagers' expressions turned complicated.
Hope lit up their faces, only for doubt to darken them again—was that even possible?
Some felt terror at the sight of the yokai, while others got excited watching Yoo Bok-hyang even in this situation.
Yoo Bok-hyang, who usually dressed sloppily and acted like one of the guys, had quite a few secret admirers without knowing it.
The village youths would leer behind her back, wondering if that tomboyish outfit hid a slutty body underneath.
In the world of the young men she was oblivious to, she was the subject of dirty talk and jerk-off fantasies.
All the young guys knew it.
They'd hang out with Yoo Bok-hyang like one of the bros, enjoying the soft touch when things got rough.
Several youths who'd played with her were visible. The body under that leather outfit they'd only imagined.
Yoo Bok-hyang's body was even more fuckable than they'd fantasized—prime bait for men.
Her breasts, once the bandages were undone, were far from small.
"If this ammo belt runs out without a single scratch on me... Hmm... What should I do then..."
The tiger pondered.
He'd never thought beyond just eating them all.
Then, a quick-witted Chang-gwi sidled up to the tiger and whispered.
"Sang-gun-nim! How about this? Those guys standing over there, they look perfect..."
"Hmm, yes. That could be fun too. For every failure this woman has, I'll pick any young man at random and make him breed her."
Yoo Bok-hyang's face flushed with shock.
The boys she'd grown up with like childhood friends, and now this on top of the humiliation? What?
"Wait...! That's."
Two Chang-gwi approached with fists raised.
Yoo Bok-hyang shrank back, covering her head with her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and couldn't say a word.
"Seems no one has any objections. I'm ready, so do it whenever you're comfortable."
A matchlock and ammo belt were placed in front of Yoo Bok-hyang. Geum-gang-ho went off to the side and sprawled out on his belly.
Utterly carefree.
The villagers stood watching from one side, while the Chang-gwi poked at the naked Yoo Bok-hyang with their filthy feet.
"Hurry up and reload. Taking your sweet time?"
"Got a lot of time, huh? I'll give you 10 seconds. Late means punishment."
The gun was caked in dirt from being dropped on the mountain. She had to clean it, get it back to working order, and load the ammo belt.
10 seconds was impossible.
No matter how frantically Yoo Bok-hyang moved her hands, the time ran out.
"Stupid bitch. Can't even do this? And you thought you could take down Sang-gun-nim?"
"Guess she wanted punishment. What a pervert this slut is."
A Chang-gwi flicked her nipple with his finger. A sharp jolt. Yoo Bok-hyang twisted her waist, breathing raggedly.
Just needed to insert the ammo belt now. Her hands trembled violently.
"Ughk, euk. Ah. Don't..."
"So fucking sensitive. Exhibitionist pervert slut. Getting off harder with everyone watching?"
"Ah... No."
Chalak. The gun was ready.
Yoo Bok-hyang aimed at Geum-gang-ho's ear. No way his ear canal was lined with steel too. The ear hole was the only weak point.
Her body wriggled from the nonstop tickling, but she barely managed to aim.
Her fingertips shook, but she somehow fired a shot.
Tang! The bullet narrowly missed, hitting the tiger's forehead.
It didn't even pierce the skull, let alone the fur.
'No!'
No matter how she thought about it, the ear was the only answer.
She had to hit inside the ear. Yoo Bok-hyang had the skill for that.
She could shoot down flying birds. Without interference, she could've pounded him flat.
"Failure! Sang-gun-nim! Which one should it be?"
The Chang-gwi burst into laughter. The tiger casually pointed with his tail at some random guy.
A short, scrawny youth. He'd secretly had a crush on Yoo Bok-hyang—the oldest friend she wasn't close with.
He'd hidden his feelings, but all the village youths knew who he liked.
Only Yoo Bok-hyang was clueless.
He stepped forward in bewilderment.
Yoo Bok-hyang looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears.
"This... This isn't right."
"Do it quick. Before I eat both of you."
Sang-gun growled. The man hesitated as he approached.
He grabbed Yoo Bok-hyang's shoulder. Their heights were about the same. One of the other village youths clicked his tongue.
What shitty luck, losing his virginity to that wimp. Something like that seemed to be the complaint.
The sound came from the tall, rowdy youths who usually bullied people around the neighborhood.
"Sorry. But we have no choice, right? I'll definitely save you. Just play along with these bastards this once."
The man said, looking at Yoo Bok-hyang.
Her slender shoulders trembled.
He was the only one who could comfort her.
Yoo Bok-hyang's friend, Jeong-rim, gritted his teeth.
Yeah. Better this way. At least those thug bastards didn't get picked.
He thought, eyeing the youth with the shoulder tattoo.
Those guys wouldn't respect Yoo Bok-hyang. They'd just dump their filthy lust on her one-sidedly.
He could picture them treating her pussy like a sex toy, ravaging it brutally.
Jeong-rim met Yoo Bok-hyang's eyes.
The bold spark in her eyes was dimmed.
Jeong-rim carefully opened his mouth. He pondered seriously how to comfort her.
"Time's up."
That was when it happened.
Geum-gang-ho lunged like lightning, swinging his front paw.
Jeong-rim screamed as he was sent flying far away.
"Kwaaaak!"
His arm snapped at a grotesque angle.
"Seems there was a misunderstanding. I don't want to watch you humans make love. This is a public execution. To show exactly what happens to those who defy me."
The tiger shifted his massive body. He brushed past the trembling Yoo Bok-hyang with his tail.
Jeong-rim, with his broken arm, wailed pathetically like a baby. He didn't look like a man protecting his beloved at all.
"You humans disappoint me every time."
That was when the Tiger Yokai opened his mouth.
"Sang-gun-nim! Let me do it!"
One man shot his hand up.
His skin was copper-toned, muscles solid. As he tossed off his upper garment, a massive carp tattoo spanned from his shoulder to his back.
The people around him were shocked and tried to stop him frantically. But the youth shouted boldly with a defiant face.
"Those who defy Sang-gun-nim must be severely punished as an example! I absolutely won't disappoint you!"
He was the leader of the village thugs.
The adults clicked their tongues at the gang that terrorized the neighborhood, but no one dared scold them outright.
The only one who'd curse them out was Yoo Bok-hyang. Everyone knew her shooting skills well.
Even the bandit-like thugs never messed with her easily.
Ah, that bitch.
If she didn't have that gun, we'd fuck her like animals. No opportunity though, they'd grumble.
Thug leader Jang Yul sneered at the fallen Jeong-rim.
"Sang-gun-nim! Give me a chance! I'm not like that idiot!"
"Hmm. Your courage is admirable. If you disappoint me, I'll chew you up from the head down."
"Yes! Do as you please!"
As Jang Yul strode out showing off his muscles and tattoos, the villagers backed away.
That bastard, total scum.
Get bitten and die by the tiger already.
Mocking the villagers' hopes, Jang Yul grabbed Yoo Bok-hyang's tiny chin the moment he stepped forward.
Deopseok. He kissed her roughly.
Startled, Yoo Bok-hyang tried to push him away, but she lacked the strength.
Jang Yul forced his tongue in, reaching a hand to her crotch.
He pressed and flicked between her legs with his fingers, making her body shudder violently.
"Ughk, eump! Ha-eup!"
"What's this wetness? You slut, you're a pervert, huh?"
Well then, no hesitation needed.
Jang Yul expertly probed her weak spots.
His long fingers churned her inner walls. Yoo Bok-hyang flailed, then suddenly rolled her eyes back at some point.
"Aheuk?! Ah, aaahuu?!"
"Found it. This spot's fucking weak, huh?"
Jang Yul's fingers moved even faster. Yoo Bok-hyang arched her back, about to collapse.
Jang Yul hugged her tight to keep her from escaping.
As their tongues tangled, she drooled and let out moans.
"Ah, aaahuuut! No, ah! Heuk."
Yoo Bok-hyang squirted, soaking the man's pants.
Jureureuk. Her legs gave out.
Yoo Bok-hyang's calves quivered as she slid to the floor.
Jang Yul kicked her breast to shove her down.
He mounted the fallen Yoo Bok-hyang and stripped off his pants.
"You fucking bitch. Felt good strutting around relying on that gun, huh? Don't resist. Jeong-rim, was it? Your friend. The more you fight, the more I'll beat his ass."
"What...? Th-that's."
Puuk.
A long, hard cock slid between her legs.
A tearing sensation. Like hot blood flowing. Yoo Bok-hyang trembled in shock.
"W-wait—s-sorry."
Jang Yul ignored her, thrusting his hips.
He grabbed her ankles, hoisted them up, and pounded down like pistons.
The hot shaft hit her inner walls.
He targeted her most sensitive spot precisely.
"Ah, aaht. S-sorry...! Please, hng. Ahng! Ha, haaaat! St-stop. Forgive—euk! I was wrong! I was wrong...! Haa, ah! Forgive me! Heuk, sp-spare me...!"
Pain and pleasure alternated in waves.
An unknown sensation pierced her whole body.
Yoo Bok-hyang felt the terror of death. She was going to die like this.
Overwhelming ecstasy devoured her like a tiger.
"Uheuk, het, aheuk. Kkuk. Hn."
Pleasure rained down mercilessly, melting her brain.
Yoo Bok-hyang passed out. Jang Yul rubbed her small clit between her legs, waking her as if he'd been waiting.
"Ahaek?! Haa...! Hn, aaaang!"
Pleasure crashed over her like waves the moment she woke. Yoo Bok-hyang's vision went white. She couldn't see anything. The world spun, her thoughts paralyzed.
"Stop! Aaahuuu! Ehng, ah. Kkng, euk."
Yoo Bok-hyang lost consciousness again. Still, Jang Yul kept stimulating her weak points to wake her, endlessly slamming his cock in.
She'd scream and rise, only to faint in climax.
Pinch her clit, and she'd buck her hips, moaning and begging.
This went on for quite a while. To Yoo Bok-hyang, it felt eternal.
Jang Yul shot his load inside her pussy. Yoo Bok-hyang convulsed all over, accepting the semen.
Her loosened hole offered no resistance.
Yoo Bok-hyang lay like a frog, limbs twitching.
She'd begged him to stop the whole time he fucked her, but at some point, she stopped resisting.
She just made choking sounds, occasionally moaning as she fainted and climaxed repeatedly.
Now Yoo Bok-hyang dangled like a wax doll.
Even without the cock, the aftershocks alone made her hips buck in orgasm.
Semen mixed with squirt leaked from her pussy.
"Heuk, kkuk. Hngk."
"How was that, Sang-gun-nim? A good example, right? Anyone who defies Sang-gun-nim needs to be broken this pathetically."
Jang Yul said with a refreshed expression.
In front of the entire village, he'd raped the most spirited, lively girl around.
The tomboy look meant nothing. Her seductive looks and vibe couldn't be hidden even in men's clothes.
The bold girl who'd hung out with the boys was now a semen-filled, quivering female slave.
From now on, she'd be the village's public cumdump.
Having seen this, she could never go back to her old life.
"Huuut... Uheuk."
As Yoo Bok-hyang kept climaxing, a Chang-gwi approached.
He stomped her sloppy pussy with his filthy foot. Semen and squirt gushed out from inside.
Yoo Bok-hyang's body jolted upward.
"Get up, you useless fuckhole bitch! The bet's not over!"
The tiger sat quietly.
Yoo Bok-hyang barely clung to consciousness and reached for the matchlock. Her hands shook badly.
"Uhu... Uh. Euk."
Yoo Bok-hyang staggered to her feet.
Her legs buckled several times, nearly collapsing, and she almost slipped on the semen pooled on the ground.
But she stood and aimed the matchlock.
"Huu, huuu..."
Yoo Bok-hyang breathed raggedly.
For accurate shooting, you had to hold your breath. Basic basics.
But Yoo Bok-hyang couldn't catch her breath.
Tuk.
The barrel drooped toward the ground.
She set the gun down.
"I... I lost... I was wrong."
She bowed her head. Prostrating flat on the ground, she apologized. Tears of regret flowed.
It's all my fault. I got cocky as a mere female. Realizing her arrogance, Yoo Bok-hyang earnestly begged forgiveness.
"Please, forgive me just this once. I won't touch a gun again. I-I won't go near yokai. So please... I don't want to get fucked anymore... I'll take any punishment gladly. Forgive me..."
The Chang-gwi laughed as they approached and slapped her ass. Yoo Bok-hyang stifled moans with kkuk kkuk sounds.
Each slap made her pussy squirt, expelling the semen inside.
The tiger rose.
In that moment, everything went silent.
"You've truly repented. Now that you've realized your mistakes, considering your youthful impulsiveness, I'll forgive you."
"...! Thank you! Thank y—"
"But."
Geum-gang-ho scanned the villagers.
The youths looked expectant. His beastly senses picked up their lower halves.
Young or old didn't matter. All the men were erect.
"We'll vote. If they forgive you, this never happened. If not, I'll leave you to them and watch."
Only raise your hand if you won't forgive her.
At Geum-gang-ho's words, Yoo Bok-hyang looked around at the people.
Her breathing quickened. Over a hundred men raised their hands.
The tiger sneered.
"...How unfortunate. Even your fellow humans won't forgive you. The sinner, accept your punishment meekly."
The Chang-gwi rushed in and pinned her down. No matter how much Yoo Bok-hyang struggled, she couldn't move.
The highly aroused men pulled out their cocks and closed in.
The tiger had set the stage. Guilt was minimal. No choice, right? Couldn't fight that yokai.
That was when it happened.
Geureureuk—
The sound of metal scraping the dirt floor.
Geum-gang-ho looked toward the noise, and a woman with flowing silver hair approached.
A crude hand axe was in her grip.
Geum-gang-ho's fur bristled from tail to ear tips.
"W-wait!"
"Let's bet."
The exorcist beckoned with her finger.
Cheonae Yuseon's immense spiritual energy crushed and dragged the tiger forward with a ujijik.
Muk Seo-ah grabbed Geum-gang-ho's nose and said,
"Your chance lasts until your claws break. If you land a scratch on me, I'll just leave."
"W-wait, Do-sa-nim! It's a misunderstand—"
"Time's up."
Peoreok!
The axe blade flashed. The tiger's left eye burst. A long gash ran from crown to mouth. Bone was deeply gouged.
Crimson blood poured like water.
"Kheuheok. Kkeuk."
Geum-gang-ho had no choice. He realized it.
Muk Seo-ah wore a demon-like face. Chilled by her eyes yet unable to back down, he swung his front paw.
"Uwaaa! Die! Die!!"
He flailed madly. One hit would kill a human instantly.
At some point, the tiger's front paw dangled limply. Claws and paw broken.
Muk Seo-ah's clothes were shredded, but all the blood on her was Geum-gang-ho's.
"Chance over."
"Uwaaa! Hwaa!!"
Muk Seo-ah swung the axe horizontally.
Cheolpeok, his belly split.
She grabbed his ear and dragged him along. The Tiger Yokai thrashed, spilling guts to survive.
Pinning the tiger to the ground, Muk Seo-ah pulled Yoo Bok-hyang into her arms. The fragile girl trembled faintly in her embrace.
"Sorry."
She stroked Yoo Bok-hyang's hair. Semen stuck to the strands.
Muk Seo-ah peeled off the dried cum from her hair and whispered softly.
"It's all my fault. Sorry. I didn't pay attention because it was personal stuff. Curse me."
Muk Seo-ah's chest grew wet.
Yoo Bok-hyang shed hot tears. Muk Seo-ah hugged the quaking girl tightly, cradling her head and patting her back.
Muk Seo-ah quietly closed her eyes.
Then opened them again. She covered Yoo Bok-hyang's ears.
A demon dwelled in her pupils once more.
"Geum-gang-ho. 10 seconds. Swallow all these people."
"Wh-what. How am I supposed to fit this many in—"
"Got a lot of time?"
Geum-gang-ho bolted like lightning.
Over a hundred men fled in unison.
The Tiger Yokai bounded like thunder, shoving men into his mouth.
Stuffing, chewing, swallowing whole. Smashing to powder, tearing small and gulping.
The men became meat chunks before they could even pull up their pants. Nothing remained where his paws passed.
Geum-gang-ho exterminated them all. His jaws nearly burst, but he crammed them in until his cheeks bulged and forced them down.
"Time's up."
"Ueup, w-wait. This is—"
Jjeoeok.
Muk Seo-ah lunged and cleaved the tiger vertically.
The tiger died, leaving only his pelt. She slammed the axe down repeatedly, blood exploding like fireworks in all directions.
Muk Seo-ah wiped blood from her face and axe.
She turned her clothes inside out. Then went back to Yoo Bok-hyang, knelt, and sat facing her.
"I'm really sorry. I won't... leave you alone again. If you want..."
Shameless and brazen. She couldn't bring herself to say it.
Muk Seo-ah bowed her head.
Then, Yoo Bok-hyang replied faintly.
Muk Seo-ah heard the voice clearly.
"...Yeah. Come with me."
Muk Seo-ah helped Yoo Bok-hyang up.
Leaving behind the gore-soaked ground, the two women departed the village.