Gambling Goblin (1)
Gambling Goblin (1)
"Uh, um. Good night. If there's anything uncomfortable, tell me anytime. I'll come running right away."
"Yeah."
Kkiik. The door closes.
Muk Seo-ah paced restlessly in front of Yoo Bok-hyang's room.
She had brought Yoo Bok-hyang to the Pleasure House together, but she had no clue how to treat him.
It was purely my screw-up. My screw-up ruined Yoo Bok-hyang's life. Muk Seo-ah twirled her silver hair around her finger as she prowled the corridor.
"Ah, what to do. How, ah. It's ruined. This is seriously bad news."
Geum-gang-ho was a relatively well-behaved yokai. So she'd figured leaving him be for a few days would be fine.
She regretted that call quick and hopped off the carriage to head back, but by the time Muk Seo-ah hit the village again, everything was already too late.
Yoo Bok-hyang's purity was shattered. The real kicker? Her spirit was broken.
That spunky, bright-eyed spark was gone, swapped for a doll-like vacant stare.
'Should I half-kill ten Tiger Yokai right now and drag 'em here?'
Dealing with people was her toughest goddamn puzzle.
Muk Seo-ah yanked at her hair until she finally decided. No way thinking solo was gonna crack this.
'Time to consult.'
She made up her mind.
After slaying the shim-ma, Muk Seo-ah had unlocked entry to the Celestial Realm.
Muk Seo-ah was solidly in shihaeseon territory now. This was exactly when immortals' wisdom came in handy. She could waltz into the Celestial Realm legit.
Daeracheon had booted her once, so lower realms it was. Muk Seo-ah squeezed her eyes shut. A sweet fragrance wafted up from somewhere.
When she popped them open again, Muk Seo-ah stood before a misty shrine.
A pair of massive ceramic dolls guarded it. Cats. The big grinning cat dolls waved paws.
"I'm the Wealth-Calling Cat."
"I'm the Luck-Calling Cat-nyang."
"You showed up in a human body to meet us-nyang?"
"Impressive-nyang."
The two immortals tittered in their annoying-ass drawl. Eyes on Muk Seo-ah brimmed with curiosity.
Muk Seo-ah gave an awkward bow and cut to the chase.
"You know why I'm here, right? My bad. Tell me how to fix Yoo Bok-hyang's wounds."
"Hmm, not tough-nyang."
"But borrowing our sage sight needs a price-nyang."
A price. Immortals rarely jacked up the cost to brutal levels.
Muk Seo-ah nodded.
"What do you want?"
"You're a go-between for mortal world and Celestial Realm. We can't meddle down there direct, but wanna nudge things a tiny bit through you-nyang."
"Hope you'll make us happy in the mortal world-nyang~"
"Got it."
Wealth-Calling Cat shook its right paw at Muk Seo-ah's reply.
Jjarang jjarang, copper coins rained from the sky like a downpour.
"Good-nyang. So lemme spill a smidge of heaven's secrets-nyang. Ung-nyang... Yoo Bok-hyang, that kid's tough as nails-nyang. She'll shake off her wounds on her own real soon-nyang. Your job? Just watch and cheer-nyang."
Sweet news. Prophecy saying shit'd sort itself without her busting ass.
Luck-Calling Cat chuckled buhuhuhu and waved its left paw.
"What we want? You rake in 10,000 nyang down in the mortal world-nyang. Payback for immortals' wisdom—show us you blowing cash wild-nyang."
"Pardon? 10,000 nyang?"
Muk Seo-ah's eyes bugged out round. No hiding the shock.
1 nyang clocked in at 70,000 won by 21st-century Earth standards.
Meaning these two furballs were tasking her with scoring 700 million won.
"No stress-nyang. We already pulled strings via you-nyang."
"Bit of mortal meddling, but Supreme Emperor'll let this slide-nyang!"
The cat dolls buhuhuhu'd. Immortals waved bye-bye to send Muk Seo-ah off.
"Take care-nyang. Was fun-nyang."
"Splash mad cash in the mortal world-nyang~"
Muk Seo-ah blinked, and bam—she was back at the Pleasure House.
Eyes open in the corridor outside Yoo Bok-hyang's room. Muk Seo-ah bit her lower lip, equal parts absurd and pissed.
"No way. Whose mutt gets named 700 mil? Dropping 'earn 10,000 nyang' outta nowhere..."
Right then.
Lee Gak and his two buddies strolled the corridor.
They spotted Muk Seo-ah mid-chatter and shut up. Lee Gak sidled up, grabbing her shoulder casual-like.
Any other chick would've jumped and shoved him off, but Muk Seo-ah? Man's touch didn't faze her.
She just twisted to clock who nabbed her.
"Noona, whatcha doin' here? Free? Let's roll together."
Heat flooded Muk Seo-ah's cheeks.
Hell if she knew why. Flashed on Lee Gak breaking in Hong Hae-a back in his room.
Muk Seo-ah fanned her face hand-style, dodging his eyes without thinking.
Lee Gak clocked it and popped a boner.
Felt like Muk Seo-ah was in mild heat or some shit. Dude didn't miss her vibe's subtle fuck-me fog.
Even when he snaked an arm 'round her waist sly, she left his hand be.
Lee Gak grinned. This'll work. Instincts pegged lay odds high.
"Not free..."
Muk Seo-ah mumbled.
Lee Gak pressed in, waist-wrap full-on, and whispered. Half-glued, his rock-hard dick nudged her pelvic zone.
"C'mon, don't be like that. We're hitting gambling now. Join us. Word is this Pleasure House has a den in the basement."
No friggin' way. Muk Seo-ah cocked her head.
This joint had zero basement. Gambling den? News to her.
Lodging and courtesans only, far as she knew?
'Ah, cat's "hand" meant this.'
Clicking, Muk Seo-ah nudged Lee Gak off light.
"Let's go. Gambling den."
10,000 nyang ain't no cakewalk. Normal routes? Forget it.
But cat-fudged mortal-world gambling den? Piece o' cake.
Muk Seo-ah knuckle-cracked. Zero gambling XP, but confidence maxed.
Muk Seo-ah charged ahead big-stride style.
Strut shook her curvy hips and tits. Massive rack poked out side-view even from behind.
Lee Gak tongued his regret eyeing her ass.
Was thisclose, then Muk Seo-ah's mood flipped. Lewd haze poofed to dust.
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The Employee sat zoned out by the gambling den entrance.
Wait, this Pleasure House had a gambling setup? Eight years on the job, and I missed it?
Employee auto-piloted guest intake. Joint packed with gamblers weeping and whooping.
Then a woman planted in front.
Sharp nose. Porcelain skin. Near-perfect curves. Employee jolted alert, handling her.
Face-turner anywhere.
Employee knew the mug: top-tier guest, an exorcist.
"Muk Taoist-nim, right?"
Muk Seo-ah nodded.
Exorcist at a gambling pit? Total mismatch. Employee guided, baffled.
"Taoist-nims gamble too, huh. Stake size?"
Muk Seo-ah paused, scribbled amount.
1,000 nyang.
70 million won. Her spare cash ceiling.
Exorcism gigs had stacked that much.
Mukmyeong's accounts had more, but her chick bod couldn't touch it.
Piggy bank smash money.
Mukmyeong cash, Muk Seo-ah spend. 10,000 nyang loomed huge. Big bets or bust.
Unlike Mukmyeong's fame, low-key exorcist Muk Seo-ah? Slim earnings.
Dropping 1,000 nyang cold? Employee's peepers popped.
'Family loaded...?'
Employee eyed wary.
"First time, yeah? Stake this fat's no standard table fare. Upper den for you."
Employee swung open back wall. Secret stairs popped. Muk Seo-ah gulped, ascended.
No regular gambling hole.
Murky red glow. Below it, guys-gals mixed in fun-times.
Rabbit-eared gal trickled booze down cleavage.
Bare-assed, pricey liquor snaked her tit-crack.
Boner dude finger-banged her slit, slurping drips off skin.
Degenerate pleasure den at first glance. 10,000 nyang wins needed here.
Muk Seo-ah froze stiff, zero clue start-point, when some dude piped up.
"Missy. New courtesan? Hot piece. Why the ice queen?"
Slap!
Drink-glass guy palmed her ass thick.
Muk Seo-ah spun to snap back—
Dude was black-skinned.
Beefy hunk, ripped muscles. Ink-black hide screamed non-human.
Goblin.
Muk Seo-ah whipped axe, slashed.
Crack—blade sank goblin shoulder.
"Grraaaak! Ex-Exorcist...?!"
"I look like a fuckin' courtesan to you? You shithead fuck."
Whoosh—
Muk Seo-ah yanked axe free.
Mid second chop, den Employee dashed in, blocking.
Upper den perks? Chick Employee's threads wild: sheer silk flashing thighs-ass.
"T-Taoist-nim! Hold up!"
"Huh? Why. Yokai alert."
"We know! Hear us out!"
Cute Employee hopped frantic.
Muk Seo-ah blood-wiped axe, stood. Goblin clutched shoulder, bitching.
Yokai bellowed at her.
"You prick! Bitch dressed slutty like a courtesan. Axin' a gambling den whale? Minor demon or not, I ain't hurt no innocents!"
"Our Pleasure House VIP. Yokai? Yup, but Ruju-nim greenlit him."
Goblins dig bets. Gambling? Peak thrill.
Goblins aced gambling, period.
Muk Seo-ah sized it: setup clear.
Pleasure House = profit machine. Money uber alles. Yokai welcome if they pay.
'Ruju, merchant soul-deep.'
Muk Seo-ah tsked. Hiring Three-Tailed Fox knowing yokai? Planned.
No wrecking shop in their turf.
Goblin milks big bucks for the house. Muk Seo-ah stowed axe, sighed.
Employee chest-clutched relief.
"No helping it. Goblin kills at gambling. Ain't policing gambler fleecings."
Upper pits = whale waters. Humans here? Life-on-line addicts.
Self-doomed to sleaze hell.
Scan 'round: booze, fucks, bets—overkill bliss everywhere.
Their mess. Goblin drain? Tough shit.
Muk Seo-ah turned to bail when Gambling Goblin hailed.
"Hey, missy. Goin' where? Here to win dough? Gambling den means play."
"Beat it while I'm nice. No table-sharing."
"Why so lame. 1,000 nyang bet, yeah?"
Downstairs intel live-feed style.
Muk Seo-ah scowled. Goblin lip-licked her rack.
Naked gamble mode, so his trash dick stood rigid.
Dim light hid it late.
Muk Seo-ah gawked goblin cock awhile, coughed, whipped head away.
Venom drained from her tone.
Glare at goblin? Now coquettish gleam.
Body tweak she didn't clock.
"I'm top dog this den. 1,000 nyang? 10,000's chump change. Round with me?"
Goblin closed in, shoulder-blood clutched.
Up close, height gap put stiff dick at her gut-level.
Muk Seo-ah winced, axe urge hit—but stepped back once.
Lowly minor demon. Loss impossible for her.
No sweat lowlife taunt; my win endgame. Muk Seo-ah victory-sure vs. trash.
"You loaded. Deal. I'll strip you bare."
"...Bitches always yap big. Same till broke-ass."
Goblin smirked shady, hand up.
Signal dropped—Employees snapped to, table prepped slick.