Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (5)
Tiger Yokai and Yoo Bok-hyang's Revenge Battle (5)
Yoo Bok-hyang grew afraid of the duels. The humiliation with the matchlock had only happened once that day, but afterward, Heuk-ho tormented her in all sorts of ways.
The worst was when he tormented Kang Moon-yeon in her place. Every time Yoo Bok-hyang surrendered in a duel, the Chang-gwi raped Kang Moon-yeon.
When they returned to the Secret Chamber after the duel, two Chang-gwi were raping Kang Moon-yeon's breasts and pussy.
Kang Moon-yeon was panting with an ecstatic expression. With a face like she was in heat, she took in the Chang-gwi's cocks.
"Haa, haeu...! It feels good! I'm cumming again!"
"Heh heh. Your friend's here. Cum in front of your friend!"
"Yes. I'm cumming!"
Burrur. Kang Moon-yeon stuck out her tongue and squirted.
Her squirt splashed all the way to Yoo Bok-hyang's face. Having slept together, she could tell it was real. Kang Moon-yeon's reaction was genuine. She'd lost her mind from being stabbed by the Chang-gwi's dick and cum.
Kang Moon-yeon was completely corrupted.
She cleaned the Chang-gwi's cocks with her mouth. The two Chang-gwi laughed in satisfaction, slapped her ass, and left.
"You're the woman Heuk-ho-nim has his eye on. I wanted to lay you down with your friend, but too bad."
One of the Chang-gwi said this as it passed by Yoo Bok-hyang's side.
Even though Yoo Bok-hyang felt no stimulation herself, seeing the Chang-gwi's cocks and Kang Moon-yeon lost in the afterglow of her climax made her crotch wet.
Kung, the iron door closed.
Yoo Bok-hyang was trapped in the Secret Chamber thick with the scent of semen. Next to her, Kang Moon-yeon had passed out covered in cum.
The moment Yoo Bok-hyang returned to the room, she stripped off her clothes and touched her pussy. Naked, she got down on all fours like a dog. She began masturbating with her own hand.
Thirty Candles remained in her heart. It was precarious now, but she could afford to lose once.
Yoo Bok-hyang masturbated to the humiliating sense of defeat. The feeling of depravity turned into pleasure and flowed through her.
"Ha, ahn!"
I lost. Admitting defeat in her mind made the pleasure intensify.
Yoo Bok-hyang lost control of her senses and squirted over and over. Even as her love juices soaked her hand, she didn't stop.
Just once. Just this once, let myself go. Yoo Bok-hyang muttered whatever came out without thinking.
"Ha, hauk... More, fuck me harder... I lost... Euheuh, heheuk. Now. Now stop. No. Torment me more. It's okay if you break me..."
Anyone could see her mind was crumbling. Kang Moon-yeon woke up and saw Yoo Bok-hyang.
Yoo Bok-hyang masturbated with a blank face, not even noticing Kang Moon-yeon's gaze. She muttered lewd words and squirted every now and then.
"Heu, aheu. Haat."
"Bok-hyang-ah..."
Kang Moon-yeon couldn't continue. Yoo Bok-hyang, who had vowed to cum just once, masturbated all day long.
Nineteen Candles remained in her heart.
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Yoo Bok-hyang collapsed flat the moment she entered the duel arena. She had no strength left in her body. Her crotch was drenched with love juices even though she hadn't done anything.
She crawled to Heuk-ho on all fours. Heuk-ho realized it the instant he saw Yoo Bok-hyang.
It was the victory he'd been hoping for.
"I... lost. I'll do anything. It's okay if you break me, treat me however you want... Please forgive my arrogance."
"Do you show your sincerity with words?"
Yoo Bok-hyang immediately lay on the floor and exposed her belly. Like a dog surrendering, she curled her hands into circles and spread her legs.
Now, humiliation or defeat didn't matter. Yoo Bok-hyang couldn't think of anything but the pleasure that would be given to her.
"Woof. Woof woof!"
"Good girl. As a reward, I'll fuck you with all my strength. If you feel like you're gonna die midway... run away on your own. If you can, that is."
"Yes, yesss..."
As if she could run away. Her body was already Sang-gun-nim's exclusive bitch. Yoo Bok-hyang smiled happily. Now that massive cock would mercilessly wreck and ruin her pussy.
That was when it happened. As Heuk-ho approached, a hazy thread appeared in the air. Even when Yoo Bok-hyang blinked, the thread didn't disappear.
Looking at the thread, she finally realized after the long duel. Why she could only lose to the yokai. Why all her attacks missed while only the yokai's fists hit.
"...If only I'd known sooner."
Tears welled up in Yoo Bok-hyang's eyes. Clean tears flowed down her cheeks.
It was a useless realization now that it was too late. Her body had already submitted, unable to imagine a future where she triumphed over the yokai.
"Haaheuauk!"
Heuk-ho's cock entered her pussy and stabbed straight to her cervix in one go. Yoo Bok-hyang's entire body slid backward from the force and she climaxed.
From that day on, Yoo Bok-hyang stripped and knelt the moment she entered the duel arena. Even as Heuk-ho ravaged her in every way imaginable, she only wore a happy smile. The will that once shone in her eyes was now empty.
One day, when she looked into her heart, only one Candle remained.
The final Candle. A frail flame that seemed like it would go out with a single breath. It flickered like a candle before the wind, just as fragile as Yoo Bok-hyang herself.
If this flame went out, the number of ways she could win would become zero. Only then would she truly be defeated.
She could become Sang-gun-nim's complete slave.
She wanted to surrender right now and offer up this sow-like body of hers.
Yoo Bok-hyang returned to the room to extinguish the Candle and masturbated. Her love juices splattered, soaking her hand.
"Heuk, heuk!"
That was when it happened. Right before climax, Kang Moon-yeon grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
Yoo Bok-hyang fidgeted restlessly, her eyes brimming with tears.
Kang Moon-yeon didn't let go of her wrist.
"Why, whyyy... I need to cum. I have to become Sang-gun-nim's..."
"Yoo Bok-hyang. Snap out of it."
Kang Moon-yeon's voice was utterly dry. A cold voice like being doused with ice water.
"I flirted with those Chang-gwi bastards and confirmed it. They haven't broken your matchlock yet. It's stored in the fourth room down the right corridor. And this is a cave map. The Chang-gwi told me. They must think I'm totally dick-whipped."
"You, you... didn't submit to the Chang-gwi...?"
"Pfft, me? My body's for Mae-noe and Su-sae, those idiots. My whole body is trained exclusively for them, so other guys' dicks aren't that great. The Chang-gwi cocks were big, but those idiots have better technique."
Kang Moon-yeon pointed to the floor. She'd scratched a map into it with a rock. The yokai didn't know about the dog hole yet.
Even if Chang-gwi guarded the entrance, they could escape through the dog hole.
"Yoo Bok-hyang. Grab the matchlock and go. With the matchlock, you can escape even if Chang-gwi chase you. I'll hold off Heuk-ho somehow. Don't worry about Jeok-ho. She seems totally obsessed with fucking."
"Th-then what about you..."
"It's fine. Someone has to stay and block Heuk-ho. What could happen? They won't kill me. I'm pretty and sexy. Would Heuk-ho kill a toy like this?"
Kang Moon-yeon placed a hand on her chest and struck a coquettish pose.
Her hand was trembling. It was obvious she was masking her anxiety with jokes.
Yoo Bok-hyang cried out in a muffled voice.
"N-no, I'll stay instead! I can hold out with the matchlock! If I'm lucky, I might escape too— Euheup?!"
Suddenly, Kang Moon-yeon pressed her lips to Yoo Bok-hyang's mouth. Skilled tongue play blocked her words. As expected, it was an incredible kiss even on the second taste.
Yoo Bok-hyang's eyes rolled back and her body relaxed. Water flowed between her legs as all tension melted away.
Kang Moon-yeon whispered in her ear. She smiled like a leisurely courtesan, just like when they first met.
"Hehe. So cute. A Chang-gwi will come to fuck me soon. When I attack it...... don't hesitate and run. Don't worry about us."
"But you're the one staying behind...!"
"It's better if I stay. Don't you remember? You cum way easier than me. Hehe, I can hold out longer, right?"
Kkiiik. The iron door opened.
Kang Moon-yeon flashed a bitter smile.
"I've got a secret to surviving all these years as a bandit without dying. Escape alone. Got it?"
Tears flowed down Yoo Bok-hyang's cheeks.
Kang Moon-yeon approached the arriving Chang-gwi with coquettish airs.
She flaunted her body seductively, then when the Chang-gwi tried to rape her, she wrapped her spread legs around its neck.
"Go! Hurry!"
"Uwaaaaaah!!"
Yoo Bok-hyang screamed and bolted. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, she ran down the corridor through the open door the Chang-gwi had come from.
She didn't forget the map. She couldn't forget it.
She entered the storeroom, grabbed the matchlock and Silver Bullets. She snatched up the ragged clothes scattered on the floor like they were hers.
Sounds echoed through the cave corridors. The Chang-gwi's shouts rang out, followed by the black tiger's roar booming everywhere.
The last sound was Kang Moon-yeon's frail, high-pitched scream.
A thousand angers boiled in Yoo Bok-hyang's body. A hot surge felt like it would burst from her mouth.
But she couldn't scream and reveal her position. That would make Kang Moon-yeon's sacrifice in vain.
Yoo Bok-hyang swallowed her rage and threw herself through the dog hole.
Sunlight poured down. She had escaped the cave.
Blood stained Yoo Bok-hyang's hand. She'd gripped the Silver Bullet pouch so tightly that her palm tore.
One Candle remained in her heart.
That single Candle blazed like a sea of fire.
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Her options were few. Wait for Muk Seo-ah, or call another exorcist.
Either way, it would be too late. Inside the cave, Kang Moon-yeon was surely suffering brutal retaliation.
Yoo Bok-hyang lit the cigarette in her mouth.
She wasn't one to smoke normally, but this time she inhaled the acrid smoke deeply.
Yoo Bok-hyang silently disassembled the matchlock. It was in perfect condition.
After minimal maintenance, she loaded the Silver Bullets one by one. She didn't have much time.
'Delusions dragged on too long. Now...'
Yoo Bok-hyang transferred the cigarette fire in her mouth to the matchlock's fuse.
Chiiik, the fuse burned, priming the matchlock.
'It's my turn to hunt you.'