Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (4)
Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (4)
"Black Tiger. What a sight, getting done in by a human who's not even an exorcist. As a fellow tiger yokai, it's a bit embarrassing."
Jeok-ho said, sitting in a chair.
Heuk-ho was staring at the mirror stuck to the cave wall, smearing some medicinal herb on the roof of his mouth.
The spot pierced by the silver bullet still throbbed. But the yokai's bizarre regenerative power had already patched up the wound in no time.
"Shut up...! You're about to get promoted to mid-level soon. You have any idea how I feel?"
"Yeah, you should've just gone around gobbling up humans like crazy to get stronger. I didn't hole up in a cave playing around like you."
"Quiet! I'm a gourmet, not some glutton like you—I can't just eat any random human!"
Heuk-ho flew into a rage. Honestly, even he thought it was humiliating to get taken down by an ordinary girl who wasn't even an exorcist. Even if she was a gunner.
Jeok-ho clicked her tongue and stood up. She was in human form. She stretched her massive arms and twirled her tiger tail around.
"One woman, three men, right? You take the woman. The men are mine."
"What? You're gonna eat three all by yourself? You're already plenty strong. Share some!"
"It's not about that. I'm in heat lately. There's something fun about tormenting human cocks."
Heuk-ho's mouth dropped open. He was so flustered he started stammering.
"H-Hey! You crazy giant bitch! If you fuck me, my dick'll shatter!"
"Not my problem. I'll play with 'em till I get bored and then eat 'em anyway, right? I'm taking the three guys. That one with the gun was a pretty boy. Gotta drain his balls dry."
Even as a fellow tiger yokai, Jeok-ho gave Heuk-ho the chills sometimes. She felt downright creepy at times.
A stoic-faced, muscle-bound giantess like that. Better if she didn't take human form. But hunting people in human guise was Jeok-ho's hobby.
Jeok-ho went off to fetch the humans she'd captured. She'd tied them up in one corner of the cave.
She'd considered breaking their limbs, but that felt like it'd ruin their aesthetic value, so she nixed the idea.
The Chang-gwi were guarding the four of them.
One Chang-gwi rushed up to Jeok-ho and saluted.
"Sang-gun-nim! Any injuries?"
"Me? Untie the three men. Time to play for the first time in ages."
"Uh, Sang-gun-nim. One of 'em's a woman dressed as a man."
Jeok-ho's eyebrow twitched. Of all things, the delicate pretty boy she liked best turned out to be a girl.
The remaining two guys looked like total idiots. Zero beauty there.
"No way. Damn it. My cute little pretty boy. Oh well, can't be helped. I'm not into women. Just untie the two men."
The Chang-gwi untied Mae-noe and Su-sae.
The moment their limbs were free, Mae-noe and Su-sae immediately grabbed the nearest Chang-gwi by the throat.
"You filthy yokai bastards!"
"Let us go right now! Or we'll kill this little shit!"
"Kek! Kek! Sang-gun-nim!"
One Chang-gwi was caught by the men. It was Mae-noe and Su-sae's hostage play.
Jeok-ho casually swung her fist and exploded the Chang-gwi's head without a care.
She hoisted the panicked Mae-noe and Su-sae up and slung them over her shoulders.
"I like that spirit. Men gotta have some fight in 'em. I'll rip your cocks out stem to stern and eat 'em."
"Kraaaagh! Nooooo!"
"My dick's gonna break off!"
Jeok-ho carried the two men away.
The remaining Chang-gwi stood guard over Yoo Bok-hyang and Kang Moon-yeon.
Kang Moon-yeon ground her teeth. Watching her childhood friends get kidnapped by yokai wasn't exactly a laugh riot.
"You filthy yokai...!"
She had to bide her time and escape.
Two tiger yokai and four Chang-gwi. Hopeless odds. Even if Yoo Bok-hyang rearmed herself, she couldn't kill that monster of a female tiger.
Worse, Yoo Bok-hyang wasn't in her right mind.
Kang Moon-yeon glanced at Yoo Bok-hyang. She was tied right next to her.
The moment Yoo Bok-hyang saw the Chang-gwi, she started trembling and turned pale. Her hips twitched, drool dripped from her mouth.
"Huu, huu..."
Memories of that day flooded back. Yoo Bok-hyang writhed in terror and depraved pleasure, letting out little moans.
Her eyes were glazed over. The Chang-gwi weren't wearing clothes. Just seeing their cocks crushed Yoo Bok-hyang with defeat.
She had 85 candles left in her heart.
"Grgh. The roof of my mouth still stings."
Heuk-ho entered the room. He was in human form. Yokai had to avoid exorcists, so they'd heard they practiced shape-shifting except when going all-out in battle.
Heuk-ho looked over the two captured women.
Kang Moon-yeon looked like she was scheming at a glance, while Yoo Bok-hyang barely managed a defiant glare but was shaking in fear.
A sleazy grin spread across Heuk-ho's face. He loved when people feared him. Sadistic tastes.
"Kekeke... You shot my mouth. What should I do with you, bitch?"
"Eut..."
Heuk-ho placed a hand on Yoo Bok-hyang's head and spoke. As he stroked her hair, her shoulders twitched.
Yoo Bok-hyang shot back with hot breaths. Her final act of defiance.
"If you weren't my friend, you'd be dead. You're nothing special, but next time, I'll definitely shoot you down."
"Oho."
A thick vein bulged on Heuk-ho's forehead. The yokai ground his teeth.
"You don't know your place, huh? Hilarious. Let's see how long you can keep talking shit."
Heuk-ho's pants came into view. Between his legs was a massive thing matching his bulk. Its shape alone screamed heft.
Seeing Heuk-ho's angry face, Yoo Bok-hyang let out a hiccup. The candles in her heart dropped to 84. She'd admitted defeat without realizing it.
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There was a room in the cave with an iron door. It was pitch dark, no windows. The only passage was the firmly locked iron door.
Yoo Bok-hyang and Kang Moon-yeon were trapped alive in that damp, shadowy space.
No idea how much time had passed. No sunlight in the cave meant no sense of days.
Impossible to even guess night from day.
Muk Seo-ah would come in a month. Hasn't been a full month yet. No news must mean that.
Yoo Bok-hyang trusted Muk Seo-ah. He wouldn't lose to a couple of low-level yokai.
'But...'
If he hadn't found her whereabouts yet, if Muk Seo-ah was still searching for Yoo Bok-hyang.
Who knew how much longer it'd take. Yoo Bok-hyang had come pretty deep into the mountains.
No. She couldn't abandon hope yet. And relying only on Muk Seo-ah was dangerous too.
These yokai could kill Yoo Bok-hyang and Kang Moon-yeon anytime. The reason they hadn't was because they were fun toys.
While the yokai kept her alive for sport, she had to escape on her own.
Life in the cave was hell.
Whenever her spirit started to break, Yoo Bok-hyang closed her eyes and counted her candles.
70 left. Still plenty. As long as the candles didn't all go out, Yoo Bok-hyang hadn't truly lost.
She still had 70 chances to win. But chances were just chances. Seizing that slim possibility was up to her.
Kkiiik. The iron door opened. Yoo Bok-hyang flinched at the sound.
A Chang-gwi stood by the door and called her.
"Female No. 1! Sparring time! No. 2, stay put!"
No. 1 was Yoo Bok-hyang, No. 2 was Kang Moon-yeon. Sparring was a bet with the tiger yokai.
Because Yoo Bok-hyang had bruised Heuk-ho's pride, he made her spar for real once a day without fail.
Of course, sparring was just an excuse. In reality, it was thorough violation and humiliation.
Without silver bullets, Yoo Bok-hyang had zero ways to kill a yokai barehanded.
She'd throw meaningless punches, and Heuk-ho would toy with her lightly.
Sparring always ended in one-sided rape. With his sadistic tastes, Heuk-ho wouldn't let her submit quietly.
He tormented her until she cried, screamed, and begged.
Yoo Bok-hyang's body was gradually being trained, knowingly or not.
Entering the underground sparring room in the cave made her body heat up.
Heuk-ho waited, completely naked. Yoo Bok-hyang had to strip too. Fighting naked was Heuk-ho's rule.
"Kuhuhu. Wanna start right away? If you win, I'll let you go anytime."
"You cheating bastard...!"
"Still got that foul mouth. Not trained enough yet."
Heuk-ho charged. Yoo Bok-hyang awkwardly took a stance. Legs shoulder-width apart, fists up.
Fighting a yokai head-on was absurd. Her only shot was dodging and poking the eyes. Eyes and balls were exposed weak points.
Escape while the yokai was in pain. She could handle the Chang-gwi somehow.
But dodging the yokai's punches was impossible from the start. It wasn't about speed or power. Mysteriously, every yokai attack hit, and hers always missed.
Yoo Bok-hyang couldn't figure out why.
Pueok!
Heuk-ho's fist slammed into her lower belly. She couldn't react again. Yoo Bok-hyang clutched her stomach and collapsed.
"Auuugh!"
Yoo Bok-hyang had realized a few things. This yokai never hit her with a crippling blow.
He wanted to play with her for a long time.
Plus, the strikes pulled punches—more pleasure than pain. Her lower belly felt weird.
Sticky love juices dripped between her legs.
Heuk-ho flipped Yoo Bok-hyang over, mounted her, and pressed down on her lower belly with a huge fist.
Yoo Bok-hyang thrashed. Her womb compressed, sending waves of intense pleasure.
"Ahhuk. Haaang!"
"Still think I'm nothing?"
"Heek, if, if I had my guuun...!"
"Oh. Silver bullet. You mean this?"
The Chang-gwi brought the matchlock. Wick burned down, primed and ready. Just pull the trigger to fire.
Heuk-ho grabbed the gun and her chin.
"Thought of a fun bet. I don't know if there's a bullet in here. Your two friends drew lots at random to load it. Drew three times, so if you're unlucky, all three chambers have silver bullets."
Mae-noe and Su-sae, dragged off by Jeok-ho, had drawn lots. Blank meant no load, winner meant real bullet.
Jeok-ho supervised. Heuk-ho knew zilch about the results.
Chul-kok.
Heuk-ho aimed the barrel. Grabbed Yoo Bok-hyang's mouth.
"You shot the roof of my mouth. Let's test your luck. If it's bad, your palate's gonna blow."
"W-Wait... Urp!"
Heuk-ho shoved the barrel into Yoo Bok-hyang's mouth. Cold hard metal pressed on her tongue. Her pupils shook in panic.
Taang! The yokai pulled the trigger.
First chamber: empty.
Yoo Bok-hyang bucked her hips and pissed herself. Crushing terror overwhelmed her.
The moment Heuk-ho pulled the barrel out, she flattened herself naked on the ground, kowtowing.
Her body kept shaking. Her voice automatically turned submissive.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I, I was all wrong..."
"Lie down and spread your legs."
"Y-Yes!"
Yoo Bok-hyang lay back and spread her legs right away. She held her thighs open with both hands.
Heuk-ho grinned wickedly and aimed the gun. The barrel pressed into her lower belly.
Kkuuk. The cold barrel sensation kept pressing her lower belly.
"Your womb goes off easy when pressed. If you squirt, I'll pull the trigger."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Aaa!"
The barrel relentlessly pressed hard, kkuuk kkuuk, stimulating her lower belly.
Yoo Bok-hyang clenched her teeth and endured, but her well-trained body betrayed her out of habit, submitting to pleasure. Her hips started bucking bigger until—suddenly—she came.
Taang!
Gunshot rang out.
No bullet, but powder explodes. The vibration traveled down the barrel.
Heuk-ho eased his grip, making the barrel vibrate wildly.
That intense vibration spread through Yoo Bok-hyang's lower belly. It reached her womb, making it quiver.
Yoo Bok-hyang flailed her legs, squirting like mad.
"Heeuk, huhaaaang!!"
"Kukukuku. Scared or cumming? Pick one."
Yoo Bok-hyang couldn't answer, lost in continuous orgasms.
Then—
Puk, the barrel slid into her pussy. Cold metal filled her insides.
Yoo Bok-hyang snapped to. Lucky twice, no bullets, but she didn't bet on three.
Heuk-ho shook the gun up and down; the rigid barrel fucked her pussy.
The muzzle touched her cervix inside. Amid the horrific fear, pleasure honestly made her cum.
"Huuut! Hauuuu!"
"Crazy bitch. If there's a bullet, you're dead. Cumming even now? Pulling the trigger might make you happier."
"Aaak! Nooo! Please! Haaang! Eek, I'll do whatever you say! Please, pleeease!"
Taang!
"Hya aaaahuk!!"
Third chamber: also empty. Heuk-ho eased up, letting the powder vibration ripple through the barrel.
The barrel thrashed violently inside her pussy.
Yoo Bok-hyang alternated squirting and pissing, head thrown back.
Her back arched rigid like a bow. Drool streamed from her mouth, down her cheek, soaking her hair.
She had 40 candles left in her heart.