Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (2)
Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (2)
Grandma set out a simple meal.
Yoo Bok-hyang waved both hands in polite refusal, but her stomach growled honestly korureok. It was because the only thing she'd eaten was a rice ball lunchbox.
The old couple welcomed her with kind smiles.
Yoo Bok-hyang ended up killing time at the old couple's house until evening. The day was darkening. Grandpa came over holding a small jar and said,
"Child, why's your face so dark like this? At the prime age to be pretty, your worries are stacking up like a mountain meow."
'Meow...?'
Yoo Bok-hyang tilted her head.
But she didn't sense anything too weird. She just figured Grandpa's age was making his pronunciation slip.
Pong. Grandpa opened the jar's lid, and a clear sound rang out.
Inside was steeped liquor. Steeped so long it was practically vinegar. A sour smell billowed out thick and heavy.
No way anyone could drink this. Yoo Bok-hyang had all her nerves tuned to the Tiger Yokai, so getting drunk and dropping her guard was the last thing on her mind.
She politely refused the steeped liquor.
"Oh dear. This is Hwaju I've steeped half my lifetime. Really good for the body. Who else but our benefactor would drink this? Oh dear, oh dear."
"...I'll drink it."
Yoo Bok-hyang had no choice but to share drinks with the old couple. The booze tasted utterly awful, but pulling a face in front of them would be rude. She downed it without letting on she hated it.
Hwaju is Gaoliang Liquor boiled furiously over flames. The name's got "fire" right in it. Potency that burned like mad.
Every gulp scorched her throat like fire, and Yoo Bok-hyang felt the drunken haze hit her fast and hard.
"...Hoo."
She breathed out a sigh laced with buzz. A flush crept over her cheeks.
The leather outfit trapped the heat. Sweat beaded damp under the bandages compressing her chest. Sweat pooling in her cleavage.
'What...? Overdid it...? Feels like I'm wasted.'
First time trying Hwaju. She'd only heard the infamous rep of Gaoliang Liquor, but one taste and she was sloshed with zero adjustment time.
Vision went blurry. Sight hazed out, turning the chubby old couple into cat dolls. Their grins looked just like cats.
A pair of porcelain cat dolls sat right in front of Yoo Bok-hyang.
Must be the booze hallucinations; the rundown house swam in thick fog.
"Let me see. Shall this granny divine your fate real quick?"
Grandma Cat waved her left hand, and straw from the floor gathered into a human shape.
A straw Yoo Bok-hyang doll. It didn't take long before a tiger doll popped up outta nowhere and chomped it dead.
"Heh heh heh, not looking good. Humans can't beat yokai, as expected. Heaven's decree seals the loss..."
Then Grandpa Cat went nyaa- laughing and waved his right hand. Coins went jjarang jjarang spilling from his sleeve.
"Well sure, but ain't nothin' money can't fix, right? Just nudge some wealth her way and boom~"
"Nyahaha. Spending on a good kid's pure fun. Cats got nine lives, two cats. Nine plus nine is?"
"While we're splurging, haggle it up to 99!"
Jjarang jjarang jjarang. Coins dropped, buying up "possibilities." This much cash to give the kid a shot at the Tiger Yokai.
The Wealth-Calling Cat shelled out for 99 chances for Yoo Bok-hyang.
"The rest's on you, child. Save these chances or blow 'em—your call meow."
"Gettin' tossed by fate? Human. Swingin' fate around? Human too. Good kid, this squares what you did for us meow."
The two cats waved and poofed away. In the empty house, Yoo Bok-hyang nodded off drunk, dozing fitfully.
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Woke up with a mind sharp as a tack. Dreamt the old couple turned cat dolls and vanished last night.
Yoo Bok-hyang knew it wasn't just any dream. Not a drop of Hwaju left. The empty jar hummed with mystical vibes all on its own.
Woke up with her clothes all loosened. Drunken heat surged in her sleep, so she'd thrashed around subconsciously stripping her gear.
She hastily cinched her leather outfit and hunted for her matchlock.
Today was execution day for the Tiger Yokai.
Eyes shut, and bam—99 candles lit in her mind. Yoo Bok-hyang just knew deep down.
These flames don't snuff out? She don't lose.
The old couple's parting gift.
'What the hell happened to me...?'
No clue on the divine sorcery. She shook her head hard to clear the hangover fog, zeroing in on those 99 inner candles.
Today, revenge success. Stepped outta the thatched house feeling great.
"Grab her!"
Two dudes lurking by the porch jumped Yoo Bok-hyang. No shot fired before their brute strength yanked the matchlock away.
Yesterday's booted bandits. Here for earlobe payback. Slammed a hard gut punch on her squirming belly.
"Kehk?!"
"You fucking bitch. Shot my ear with your gun!"
Two guys, one gal. The mixed bandit crew dragged Yoo Bok-hyang inside.
Old couple? Grain? Gone. Bandits cursed at the empty rice sacks.
"Fuck, those geezers already split!"
"Shit. My grain..."
The guys went all mopey. Grips slackened as morale tanked. Yoo Bok-hyang eyed her escape window.
Then the woman bandit eyed Yoo Bok-hyang and grinned.
"Damn fine face. Dig it. She's mine."
"What? Spare the ear-shooter?"
"Shut it, ugly fuck. Pissed? Vent on her."
Woman bandit mashed lips on Yoo Bok-hyang's. Slippery tongue slithered in pro-style.
Yoo Bok-hyang flailed legs dodging the tongue. Woman's dizzying tongue-probing melted her eyes slack, drool dribbling from her lips.
"Eump, mmph..."
"Hehe. Adorable."
Woman bandit yanked off Yoo Bok-hyang's top. The guy bandits held her steady, no big thoughts.
Slosh. Top up, chest bandages unwound—Yoo Bok-hyang's tits bounced free.
Bandit faces hit shock mode.
"What, huh? A chick?"
Panic short-lived. Woman bandit smirked.
"...Women work for me too. This one's cute as hell, yeah?"
Guys pitching tents too. Two dudes, two dames. Perfect pairing.
Yoo Bok-hyang fought like hell but three-on-one strength won out.
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"Hyaah... Haek...!"
Naked Yoo Bok-hyang writhed.
On the squirt puddle she'd made, waist bucking with twitches.
Woman bandit mounted slick, sucking tits while fingers wrecked her pussy.
First girl-on-girl. Woman's slim fingers raiding her pussy—Yoo Bok-hyang clutched the woman bandit's body like a lifeline.
"Ahk, stop. Stop... nooo..."
"Hehe... total cutie? Weak right here, huh?"
Woman bandit laughed like a pro courtesan. Tongue flicked snakey.
Then—bam—face flipped. Woman bandit froze.
Dude rammed cock in her backdoor sneak-style.
"Ha, kyaaht!"
"Funny bitch. Yo, Moon-yeon. Callin' others weak with your lame pussy?"
"Ahhk. Hngk, ah, hold up. Slower..."
Half a day of ravaging, and Yoo Bok-hyang clocked their IDs.
Guys: Mae-noe and Su-sae. Gal: Kang Moon-yeon. Childhood pals turned bandits after village wipeout.
They blabbed freewheeling, figuring she blanked out on orgasms.
Mae-noe plop-plopped Kang Moon-yeon's pussy. Hips shaking, hard dick pistoning, white foam bubbling her slit.
Kang Moon-yeon popped off quick. Body flopped onto Yoo Bok-hyang. Already broken in by childhood buds Mae-noe and Su-sae.
"Haek. Uhk. Hey, you two. Slower, I said!"
"Sorry sorry. Why bitchy? Friends normal time, friends fuck-time too?"
"Eut..."
"Legs open."
"Yes..."
Kang Moon-yeon remounted Yoo Bok-hyang, ass up. Mae-noe and Su-sae picked dames, cocks inbound.
Yoo Bok-hyang drew Su-sae. Mae-noe's dick long-straight; Su-sae's thick-curved.
Su-sae's meat invaded—Yoo Bok-hyang screamed bloody.
"Hauuk!"
"Yo, prime pussy this bitch got? Beats Moon-yeon's gash!"
"The fuck?"
Kang Moon-yeon shot death-glare. Mae-noe ponytailed her hair, horse-riding her ass with dick.
Kang Moon-yeon body-jerked, waist bowing curve. Fierce eyes went gooey-melt.
"But our fuck-den Moon-yeon's top-tier. Known her since kids—12 years? Her pussy's solid. Right, Moon-yeon?"
"Huu. Yes, yesss. Master."
"Moon-yeon, smooch that chick."
Kang Moon-yeon tongued out. Pro-kiss ravaged Yoo Bok-hyang's mouth.
Tongues tangled—pleasure exploded, Yoo Bok-hyang bucked wild. Kang Moon-yeon tit-pressed her down, no kiss-escape.
"Haek...! Ahk."
"Kuh, gonna blow!"
"Haaaang!"
Mae-noe and Su-sae hosed sticky cum into both pussies same time.
Yoo Bok-hyang gekk gok eye-rolled and blacked out. Half-out Kang Moon-yeon instinct-humped on.
Day-long fuck-fest wrapped.
Bandit crew mega-satisfied, huffing hot breaths.
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"So you're huntin' that Tiger Yokai, came all this way? Damn, ballsy as fuck."
Su-sae arm-draped Yoo Bok-hyang's shoulder, chatting.
Old couple's ghosted thatch-hut? Now bandit HQ. World got "pussy bonds." Post-fuck, they treated her chummy.
Ear-shot Su-sae? Forgave. Prime killbait, revenge or no.
Kang Moon-yeon hauled grub, whipped up chow.
Yesterday: all-day bang. Today AM: quick soup.
Yoo Bok-hyang clutched soup bowl, awkward reply.
"Yes. Yes..."
"But losin' to scrub crooks like us? Yokai odds?"
"Hn, hngk..."
Su-sae groped tits mid-chat. Nipple-twirl—pleasure lit Yoo Bok-hyang up fast.
Loss streak. Losin' more cranked pleasure higher.
Shame? Faded. Turned straight to bliss.
Yoo Bok-hyang teary on climax-edge—Su-sae yanked hand. Denied bod quaked.
"Haat...!"
"Chill, we ambushed— that's the diff. Silver bullets bought? Gun = yokai dead, easy."
"Yep. Shootin' was pro-level?"
Mae-noe and Kang Moon-yeon backed her. Su-sae awkward-grin. Mae-noe and Kang Moon-yeon dalc-dolced food-mouths.
Yoo Bok-hyang mind-boggled: not lovers, just childhood crew?
"Yo. Know the Tiger Yokai spot? Spill?"
Kang Moon-yeon chewed, tossed it. Yoo Bok-hyang mid-bite bolted up.
Eyes sparked alive.
"R-Really? Tell me!"
"Hehe. Cutie. Chow down first...... Ah, outlast me? Spill beans."
Mae-noe boob-grabbed her words. Kang Moon-yeon quivered, moaned lewd.
"Ahk."
"Fun bet. Yoo Bok-hyang? Grub up, rematch. Beat Moon-yeon endurance? Spill. No sweat—this quick-cummer's trash."
"N-No ain't!"
Yoo Bok-hyang steeled. Knew yokai spot? Ride with 'em awhile.
Yokai kill > all else.
Just fucks. Doable.
"Yes! I'll last!"
That day: Kang Moon-yeon popped every 2 mins. Yoo Bok-hyang squirted every 1 min per thrust.
Zero wins over Kang Moon-yeon.
Heart-candles: 90 flickering. Nine snuffed, wax dripping.