Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (1)
Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (1)
On the first floor of the Pleasure House, Muk Seo-ah was poking at her food in the dining hall.
With her stamina, she could pull an all-nighter no problem. But for some reason, her body felt utterly exhausted. The root of it was staying up all night masturbating for the first time.
'I should've stopped back then...'
After the guy from the next room showed up, despite thinking she'd quit, she ended up jerking off for two more hours. Worried someone else might come by, she clamped her hand over her mouth to stay silent as she pleasured herself alone.
The floor of her room was still covered in wet stains. Too tired and lazy to clean up, Muk Seo-ah had just come down to eat.
Last night was the day she'd planned to masturbate anyway. It was premeditated, so no guilt.
Sure, the pleasure hit harder than expected and she'd lost her senses for a bit, but Muk Seo-ah, who slayed yokai, wasn't about to lose control to mere sexual desire.
She'd masturbated on purpose, so she wasn't a pervert. She could control her lust. Muk Seo-ah thought this as she worked her chopsticks.
As Muk Seo-ah ate, a young man passing by waved at her.
It was Lee Gak. He was dressed lightly, like he was heading out for a stroll. Through his thin shorts, the thick shape of his cock was visible.
"Pffft."
Muk Seo-ah involuntarily spat out the water she'd been sipping. Lee Gak chuckled as he passed, greeting her.
"Noona, hey. Long time no see."
"Yeah. Hey..."
"You look tired. Jerked off?"
"Pffft."
She couldn't drink water anymore. As Muk Seo-ah's face flushed red and her eyes widened in shock, Lee Gak casually stepped closer to her chest.
"It's a joke, why freak out? Did you really?"
"..."
Muk Seo-ah was speechless. Or more accurately, she couldn't speak. Her face had the flush of someone in heat.
Lee Gak didn't miss the lewd scent wafting from her body. She'd clearly spent the night masturbating.
'...Didn't peg her for it, but she's kinda a perv deep down.'
All the better. An opportunity might come soon. Women with raging libidos who pretended otherwise and suppressed their true nature were the easiest prey.
Blood rushed to Lee Gak's dick. Just as he was about to throw another line...
"Hey."
Someone was standing next to them.
He had delicate features and a small build. His complexion was gloomily dark. His face was cute enough, but his vibe was pure ash-gray.
It was a young boy. A pretty-faced guy was useless anyway. Lee Gak backed off from him a bit.
The boy seemed to be there for Muk Seo-ah.
Muk Seo-ah slammed the table and stood up. Because he wasn't just any ordinary boy.
It was Yoo Bok-hyang in her male disguise. She was even wearing hunter's leather clothes. Her cross-dressing skills had evolved further; it was now hard to tell at a glance.
"Uh, what's up? You okay? Wanna talk somewhere else? Hey, you, scram. Now."
Muk Seo-ah shooed Lee Gak away. He wasn't the priority right now.
Yoo Bok-hyang had finally emerged from holing up in her room. Muk Seo-ah felt massive responsibility for her getting raped by yokai.
Tch, Lee Gak clicked his tongue and left the Pleasure House. If that scrawny little shit hadn't interfered, he'd have scored today.
He had no clue she was a woman in disguise.
Yoo Bok-hyang looked at Muk Seo-ah and spoke. Her face was a dark ashen shade, her eyes lifeless, but deep in her pupils burned a tiny spark of resolve.
"No. I'll talk here. I... I'm going to hunt yokai."
She figured Muk Seo-ah would try to stop her. But no matter how much she begged, her mind was made up.
She was prepared. Even if it meant dying to the yokai, she'd fight.
For the past few days, Yoo Bok-hyang had shut herself in her room, replaying the nightmare.
Thick defeat and humiliation drove her mad. Living wasn't living. Sleep brought dreams of Geum-gang-ho and the Chang-gwi raping her every time. In the dreams, she climaxed so hard she passed out, begging the yokai for mercy.
Waking up, her sheets were soaked. Not just cold sweat—her thighs were drenched in pussy juices. She hadn't felt pleasure. Her body just reacted to the lewd nightmare, against her will.
Frustratingly, her body had learned those sensations from that day.
Yoo Bok-hyang, who normally had zero sex drive bordering on frigidity, now came easily after Geum-gang-ho.
But she never reached a true orgasm. Her own fingers only made her feel intensely, but something was always missing.
Yoo Bok-hyang lived like a shut-in. Sleeping, waking from nightmares, then unconsciously fingering her pussy.
Repeating masturbation and listless sleep, one day she looked in the mirror.
A defeated bitch stared back. The woman wore an expression of utter weakness.
She couldn't keep living like this.
If she couldn't escape the nightmares, she'd overcome them.
If she couldn't overcome them... better to die.
'No more. No more avoiding it.'
Yoo Bok-hyang still hadn't escaped the Tiger Yokai's nightmares. Thick defeat and helplessness gnawed at her body.
But beyond her murky eyes, a faint will flickered. After losing her parents to the Tiger Yokai, she'd lived solely for yokai extermination.
"Even if you try to stop me, I'm going. Even if I lose again... I'll kill that yokai for sure. I'm going to become an exorcist."
Yoo Bok-hyang declared.
It was revenge for her parents—and for the yokai that took her virginity. Resolve steadily burned in her eyes.
Yoo Bok-hyang gazed at Muk Seo-ah. Muk Seo-ah tended to fawn over her out of guilt for failing to protect her.
She'd definitely try to stop her.
But contrary to expectations, Muk Seo-ah sighed and said,
"Yeah, the day has come."
It was the prophecy from the Cat Immortal. In this trial, Yoo Bok-hyang would grow past her nightmares. Muk Seo-ah trusted the immortal's insight.
The Cat Immortal had said: just cheer her on. Yoo Bok-hyang was strong. So believing in her was the right call.
Still, the anxiety was unavoidable.
Muk Seo-ah asked,
"First off... do you have a plan to kill the yokai?"
"Yes. I looked it up. Ways for ordinary folk to kill yokai. Pierce vital spots with silver, or burn them with fire."
"Not easy. Even if you swap bullets for Silver Bullets, you won't hit much. And fire needs to roast them for a long-ass time."
Most yokai ordinary people encounter are Minor Demons. A sturdy guy with a weapon can take one down with luck.
That's why some looked down on yokai. Seeing exorcists slice them effortlessly made it seem simple.
Muk Seo-ah didn't bother lecturing on the dangers. Honestly, she'd never felt yokai were threatening. She'd never faced a life-threatening moment in all her exorcisms.
"...Go and come back safe. Definitely come back. If you're thoroughly prepared, you've got a shot."
"Yes. Thank you. I'll win and return for sure."
Yoo Bok-hyang adjusted the matchlock on her shoulder. She bowed politely and said,
"...If by chance I'm late coming back, don't worry too much. It'll just take time to find the yokai."
A polite way of saying don't follow. Muk Seo-ah got it and gave a wry smile.
"Nope. If it's over a month, I'll come rescue you. If you hate me tagging along, come back before then."
"Yes."
Yoo Bok-hyang set off on her exorcism journey with her single matchlock.
Muk Seo-ah watched her back, groaning anxiously. It felt like leaving a kid by the water's edge.
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"Puha."
Yoo Bok-hyang took her mouth from the water bottle. She'd walked far; her straw sandals were shredded. When tired, she'd nap in the grass and press on.
No requests came to a non-exorcist like her. Meaning few yokai encounters. Yokai she'd once wished would vanish were nowhere now that she sought them.
Her target wasn't some random Minor Demon. Originally Geum-gang-ho, but he was dead now.
To wash away the humiliation from him, she needed at least one rank below. A Tiger Yokai would be ideal.
What Yoo Bok-hyang wanted was a low-grade Tiger Yokai.
She'd plant a Silver Bullet in its skull. Seeing its blood spray would prove her efforts weren't wasted, overcoming the Geum-gang-ho in her nightmares...
After asking around, she learned a Tiger Yokai haunted this area. Yoo Bok-hyang finally reached the desolate field. The whole village was ruins, barely any people.
Entering the village, she tensed up hard and loaded her matchlock.
Thinking of the Tiger Yokai made her legs shake. Tension, excitement, fear all hit at once. Not sexual excitement.
That's when it happened.
Wailing came from somewhere.
"Oh no, oh no. You wicked bastards. If you take that too, how am I supposed to live?"
"Let go, old man! Think we're sparing you 'cause of your age? Be grateful we're only taking half!"
"Oh no—daylight robbers! No, you can't! Someone save us! These heaven-damned robbers are stealing all our rice!"
Some Old Couple was sobbing, clinging to a man's pant leg.
The man, sack of rice in his arms, huffed and shook off the Old Couple's hands.
The Old Couple's wails grew louder. It was a bandit gang: two men and one woman. They were looting the poor Old Couple's rice.
"Oh no. Oh no."
Bullets were limited. She could threaten them, but getting involved would waste ammo.
Every shot counted, especially before battling yokai. Couldn't squander precious Silver Bullets.
Silver Bullets were custom-made anyway, pricey as hell. Hard to get anywhere.
Yoo Bok-hyang tried to ignore the bandits and hurry on, but stopped at the Old Couple's cries.
"...Just threaten, just threaten..."
Click. She raised the matchlock and shouted.
"Hey! Hands off that rice sack! Give it back to gramps and granny!"
"Huh? What's that? Who the hell's that? A young guy in this village?"
"Outsider probably. He's got a gun?"
"Outsider means he's got cash. Let's strip him."
The bandits weren't fazed by the gun. One drew a sword and charged Yoo Bok-hyang.
"Stop!"
"Kehhehe, shoot if you can. At that range, you won't hit..."
Bang!
The male bandit's earlobe flew off.
Yoo Bok-hyang and the man were so far apart, only sound carried. They could barely make out tiny shapes.
A matchlock couldn't hit at that distance. Low accuracy gun. Impossible without a wind-calculating marksman.
"Argh!"
The man clutched his ear and collapsed. Fellow bandits cursed as they rushed to him.
"You fucking idiot! You charge a guy with a gun barehanded? You a wild boar?"
"No shit, I had leather armor..."
"Your head ain't armored, dipshit?"
"Didn't think he'd nail the head from way over there!"
"Tch, we'll see."
One man and one woman grabbed the wounded guy and fled. Yoo Bok-hyang relaxed. If more bullets got wasted, she'd be worried. One was fine. She'd packed extra mags for emergencies.
"You okay?"
Yoo Bok-hyang checked on the Old Couple. They'd been bawling moments ago, but now grinned ear to ear.
Their eyes narrowed like a sly cat's.
Grandpa waved his right hand and replied.
"Nya... thanks to you, we're fine and dandy. You helped us—how can we repay this favor?"
Grandma chuckled ho-ho, waving her left hand. Yoo Bok-hyang suddenly thought she looked like a plump cat doll.
"What to do with all this gratitude? Kiddo, rest at our house before you go."