Slave Market (13)
Slave Market (13)
The mid-level yokai Guk-sun was dead.
The thugs under him were nothing more than petty criminals. The Magistrate dispatched constables who rounded them all up in the blink of an eye.
The slave market organization's members were outraged that the one arresting them was a petite girl. But there was nothing they could do about it.
They wanted to turn that cute little woman into a slave and spank her ass, but as she was the Magistrate, they had no means to fight back.
\Thanks to you exorcists-nim, we were able to wrap things up. As promised, I'll do anything within my power.\
The Magistrate bowed his head politely in thanks. It was a double achievement: taking down a mid-level yokai and the upstart crime group Shinjakdu Faction in one fell swoop.
With this accomplishment, the Magistrate could solidify his position. No longer dismissed as a young, small girl, he could now truly govern the village as a proper official.
\I don't particularly need any reward. I didn't do this for money in the first place. What about you, Muk young lady?\
Cheong-ui Gongja asked nonchalantly. But the tips of his ears were red.
\Huh?\
Muk Seo-ah, who was responding, was trembling all over like she was about to explode!
His face was almost a perfect shade of red. It was like a persimmon in human form speaking.
Muk Seo-ah pinched her own thigh hard and barely managed to continue. Muk Seo-ah remembered everything vividly. Even Cheong-ui Gongja's embrace, which had turned out surprisingly sturdy when she leaned into it.
\I don't~ need money either~ Ah, Magistrate, do you know a lot of officials? When some high-up has a big commission, please put in a good word for me. That's all I need.\
\Why's sweat pouring out like this? Got a fever?\
Cheong-ui Gongja placed his hand on Muk Seo-ah's forehead. Muk Seo-ah paled momentarily and froze stiff. Her rigid body sprang back a few seconds later, putting distance between her and Cheong-ui Gongja.
\Ack! Don't come near me!\
\What's wrong? Surely the impact from that exorcism battle where you hit your head...\
She'd gotten smashed in the head with a liquor bottle swung by Guk-sun during the fight and passed out. That's why she lost her memory.
That was the rough lie they'd cooked up. Cheong-ui Gongja could say that because he didn't know Muk Seo-ah's stamina.
Even knowing it was a lie, Muk Seo-ah didn't point it out. No, she couldn't.
If it got out that she still remembered, she'd want to die. It felt like human dignity and a man's pride crumbling to pieces.
Let's bury this incident.
I got amnesia from the blow to the back of my head, and Cheong-ui Gongja saw nothing.
Nothing happened. Muk Seo-ah and Cheong-ui Gongja had reached a tacit agreement without a word.
But you can't make what happened un-happen.
Now, every time Muk Seo-ah saw Cheong-ui Gongja, she had a freakout. He knew all her dirty secrets. Acting nonchalant like before was impossible.
Two changes had occurred. One was her relationship with Cheong-ui Gongja, and the other was Muk Seo-ah's body.
Having undergone pleasure training at the slave market, her entire body had transformed into a hyper-sensitive erogenous zone. If she didn't hold back, everyday stimuli could make her climax in 10 seconds flat.
Especially her clitoris—the so-called clitoris—had become extremely sensitive. Because drops of liquor and aphrodisiac had kept dripping onto it.
It had turned into a button that made her cum the instant it was touched.
Muk Seo-ah hated her changed body. But even trying to revert it with Cheonaeyuseon, it didn't respond.
It meant Cheonaeyuseon knew Muk Seo-ah didn't actually hate this body.
'No way! Cheonaeyuseon's broken!'
Muk Seo-ah denied reality.
Cheonaeyuseon was just sorcery. It couldn't break or misjudge. Cheonaeyuseon doesn't make mistakes. If it couldn't exclude something, it was Muk Seo-ah's own choice.
Muk Seo-ah kept her distance from Cheong-ui Gongja like a cat meeting water. To firmly establish boundaries, she spat curtly.
\I'm straight. I'm not the kind of woman you think I am. Don't be nice to me. It gives me the creeps.\
But anyone looking would see her as 'that kind of woman.' Whatever that kind was. Big tits, small face, clear skin, curvy body, long legs—it was a woman's body, at least.
The moment Cheong-ui Gongja touched his forehead, her pussy got wet thinking about it—Muk Seo-ah was closer to 'that kind of woman' than she admitted. When her thoughts reached that point, she shook her head.
This commission had taken a bit longer, but ultimately, Muk Seo-ah could've handled it alone.
Even without Cheong-ui Gongja's help, she would've killed the yokai in the end.
'So I didn't lose. I just won a little easier with some help.'
Muk Seo-ah thought. She was still the undefeated exorcist Mukmyeong.
Guk-sun was just a mid-level yokai. An obvious win, even if she'd been a bit trapped in that frame. Couldn't call it a loss because she'd gotten drunk and made a fool of herself. If they'd kept going, Muk Seo-ah would've won in the end.
Muk Seo-ah maintained her identity as Mukmyeong. But a new identity was budding in her heart.
Muk Seo-ah didn't want to know what it was and shoved it out of her mind.
This incident was big enough to shake her sense of self.
Even drunk, her disgrace had been too much. She'd never make this mistake again.
Mukmyeong—no, Muk Seo-ah vowed.
\Jeez, I help out and all I get is lip. Ungrateful girl. Well, you look fine, so that's a relief.\
Cheong-ui Gongja muttered. Goosebumps erupted all over Muk Seo-ah.
\This fucker's still flirting.\
\Hey, why the cursing? Even if you lost your memory, I saved you, didn't I? That's why the ancients said women need a beating every three days—\
The Magistrate tilted his head watching the two blushing exorcists bicker.
They were pointing fingers at each other, but neither looked angry. If anything, a fresh, youthful vibe emanated from them. The Magistrate thought despite himself.
'Did they fuck?'
No. Rude speculation. Young men and women overcoming life-and-death together naturally sprout camaraderie. Jumping to romance was premature.
The Magistrate sensed something off.
There was Muk Seo-ah and Cheong-ui Gongja. Wasn't there one more?
\Where did Exorcist Hwang Ga-bi go?\
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Hwang Ga-bi had been rescued from an underground secret room. It seemed right after he'd been sold as a slave to a noblewoman.
The room he was locked in had candles, whips, and fishnet lingerie. What had happened in there? No one asked. The moment Hwang Ga-bi was rescued, he wandered off like a soul lost from his body.
\There was a liquor bottle shoved up his ass.\
Cheong-ui Gongja, who'd saved him, said. Everyone fell silent. Exorcism is a job where you risk your life. Saving it by getting his ass violated was break-even at best.
Just Hwang Ga-bi's dignity had died.
The Magistrate released the innocent captives and arrested only the guilty. He promised Muk Seo-ah he'd bring her a major commission without fail.
After everything settled, Muk Seo-ah headed to the secret room.
She'd left the broker tied in the frame for hours. As Muk Seo-ah entered, the broker flopped and yelled.
\Exorcist-nim! I'm sorry! I committed a grave sin! I'm repenting, please spare me!\
\Dripping water drops in a dark room heightens the senses, right?\
Aphrodisiac dripped drop by drop onto the bound broker's dick. Exactly like what Muk Seo-ah endured—a rag soaked in aphrodisiac hung from the ceiling.
The broker's cock stood rigid against his will. Muk Seo-ah swung the axe.
\Gaaaaaaaah!!\
Blood spurted from the broker's crotch. His half-severed dick dangled.
As the broker neared fainting from agony, Muk Seo-ah invoked Cheonaeyuseon to block unconsciousness.
Cheonaeyuseon excluded the possibility of him passing out. The broker convulsed in mind-shattering pain without even fainting.
\Haaaagh!! Gaaaaahhheee!!\
Muk Seo-ah left him there and departed. She returned to the secret room a day later.
The broker begged groveling, out of his mind. But with limbs fixed to the frame, he couldn't rub his hands. He spat apologies from his mouth nonstop.
\Really, really sorry. Please show mercy. I won't even go near a woman, let alone assault one.\
\What 'future' do you have left?\
\You fucking bitch! Cut it out, you crazy slut! You enjoyed it too! Panting like a bitch in heat— Aaaagh!\
Muk Seo-ah brought the axe down.
One of the broker's legs was severed. The dull blade required several swings. Like chopping a tough log, his leg mangled and finally came off.
\Khhaak! Uwaaaaaagh!\
Cheonaeyuseon woke him instantly every time he neared blackout. The broker's senses, left in the secret room, had become hypersensitive.
Vivid pain amplified several times over engulfed him.
Muk Seo-ah hung his leg from the ceiling. Blood dripped from the stump.
The falling droplets targeted his half-dick precisely, splashing into the wound.
The broker foamed at the mouth and screamed.
Muk Seo-ah left him again.
For three more days, she came once a day, lopping off a limb each time. Right leg—left arm—right arm. With all limbs gone, the frame could no longer hold the broker.
His torso alone dropped to the floor.
\Kill... kill me...\
\Whew, feels good. At least I didn't shove a bottle up your ass inside?\
Muk Seo-ah finished her revenge and left with light steps.
She didn't end the broker's life. Muk Seo-ah wasn't a saint, but taking a civilian's life—who wasn't even a yokai—felt off-limits.
Murder leaves a bad taste. The broker wouldn't die anytime soon; he'd survive somehow.
She'd cauterized the wounds well.
Oh, without limbs, maybe he'd starve trapped in the secret room.
Not Muk Seo-ah's problem. With the commission and revenge done, she returned to the brothel in high spirits.
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The Magistrate rescued most of the slaves. Ha Young-su and Juye were among them.
No one wanted to buy Ha Young-su, but the moment Juye hit the auction block, men bid up the price. Juye was moments from being sold to a wealthy middle-aged man when constables burst in and saved her.
She got lucky. Ha Young-su and Juye returned to normal life.
That day's memory was just a nightmare. Ha Young-su and Juye were childhood friends turned current lovers.
As time passed, the slave market nightmare faded. They lived ordinarily thereafter, never tangling with yokai again.
\I'm gonna be a constable.\
One day, Juye declared.
She vowed to become a constable and catch all the bad guys. The slave market experience changed her.
To prevent other innocents from suffering like her, Juye aimed to arrest criminals as a constable.
Ha Young-su cheered her on. Being a constable is tough. But Juye could do it.
Juye was sharp and gutsy. When they dated, she often took the lead. Sometimes Ha Young-su leaned on her.
Time flew, and Juye became a constable.
A woman doing such grueling work? Rare. Ha Young-su kept failing exams and stayed jobless for years.
Juye believed in him and cheered. Even if a bit weak, he was her boyfriend.
Someday he'd do big things.
\Remember that day?\
One day, Juye brought it up.
Right after sex with Ha Young-su. He lay exhausted; she wore a dissatisfied face.
But she didn't show it.
Even after years of sex with her boyfriend, she'd never cum once—but it wasn't his fault.
Saying she wasn't satisfied would crush his pride. Knowing that, Juye sacrificed by suppressing her lust.
\We found who ran that slave trading den we got caught in.\
The word "slave" made Ha Young-su shrink.
A brutally bad memory. He'd nearly lost Juye. Chills hit even recalling it.
\It's the Shinjakdu Faction crime group. Ruled by the mid-level yokai Guk-sun. Yokai's dead, but... remnants remain.\
Juye said softly.
The slave house was taboo between Ha Young-su and her. Neither wanted to recall that nightmare.
But this time, she had to speak.
Recalling near-sale as a slave, Juye's voice turned faintly sultry. Heat rose in her body; the mood shifted. Less gutsy girlfriend, more bitch-in-heat slave.
Juye didn't notice her melting expression.
She wiped sweat, feeling hot, mumbling with slightly glazed eyes.
\I'm gonna catch those bastards. Didn't know before, but constable work's all about results. Nail this, I get promoted. For my promotion, I wanna bag them.\
\Juye, can't you pick another case? Plenty of criminals. Why those...!\
\Young-su, don't worry.\
Juye smiled. She pecked Ha Young-su's forehead lightly.
\I'm your girlfriend. Constable now. Think I'd get hurt by petty crooks?\
Juye smiled seductively. Long straight hair draped over her pale white skin.
Juye lay on the bed and told Ha Young-su.
\If you're really worried... hold me tight. So I can always come back.\
\Juye!\
Ha Young-su hugged her. Unfortunately, fresh off sex, his dick wouldn't rise.
Two rounds in a row? Impossible. Probably for all guys? Nonstop multiple orgasms are porn fantasy.
That's what Ha Young-su thought.
But Juye recalled the slave market.
The broker had ravaged her pussy. Drunk and wasted, he'd shoved his cock in and pistoned wildly.
Tied to the frame, Juye let out near-screams of moans.
Mind hazy from booze, her body remembered that day's pleasure. Lingering in foggy memory.
The broker dumped thick semen into Juye's pussy three times; by the last, she nearly blacked out, tongue lolling in ecstasy.
Recalling made Juye's body twitch. Unknowingly, her pussy soaked.
Juye's eyes widened in shock.
'I... felt it...?'
Never felt this much with Ha Young-su. Just imagining nearly tipped her over lightly.
Juye panted hot breaths. Embarrassed, she couldn't hold back.
The slave market changed her. Body and mind. Maybe both.
Juye trembled in fury, thinking.
Those cowardly thugs who toyed with and sold women—she'd eradicate Shinjakdu Faction.
Despite Ha Young-su's pleas, Juye bravely set off to arrest the criminals.
Shinjakdu Faction was a crumbling crime group. Post-slave market, just petty crooks not worth upper brass's effort.
Small fry can wait. Bigger fish abound.
No support wasted on them. Juye investigated alone. If they pulled something big, she could've gotten backup on that pretext.
'...It's fine.'
Shinjakdu Faction's hideout was near. Juye thought bravely.
Burly, rough men roamed visibly. Nothing like Ha Young-su. Worlds apart physically.
Guards had huge, solid muscles. Could lift Juye one-handed.
Even lifelong training, Ha Young-su couldn't beat them. Born different.
Juye too. She'd trained swordsmanship for constable, but as a woman, physical limits.
But she'd become constable to surpass them.
Ha Young-su's weak, true. But fine. I'll protect him. Became constable to catch musclehead thugs.
Juye boiled with courage. She found a dog hole and sneaked into the hideout.
Find proof of major crimes, drag constables back, net them all.
Ha Young-su waited for Juye.
But months passed since she left for solo infiltration—no return.
He pleaded at constable HQ, got cold reply: Juye missing on solo op.
Last resort: Ha Young-su confront Shinjakdu himself. But too scary. They're gangsters.
Juye's the constable who beats gangsters. Strong and valiant, no way she'd lose to punks.
Ha Young-su trusted, waited powerlessly day by day. Then one day, a visitor came.
Man much taller than Ha Young-su, handsome face. Gold earrings dangled, scary vibe.
He gave Ha Young-su a weird smile and a small box.
\You Ha Young-su, Juye's boyfriend?\
\Y-yes! That's me! Where's Juye—\
\Calm down. She's safe. We're taking good care of her, so relax. Open this box later.\
\What's this?\
\Dunno exactly. Some weird magic tool called saengmeokji. Stand it still, captures surroundings perfectly on paper. Plenty inside—use as needed.\
Use for what? No need for magic paper.
Paper replicating scenery perfectly—what's the point? Ha Young-su dazedly took the box, thanked.
\Th-thank you. But Juye...\
\Pfft, puhaha... kekekekekek...\
The man burst laughing. Couldn't hold it.
He handed off the box, offered handshake. Ha Young-su grabbed instinctively.
Big, firm hand. Ha Young-su's small one crushed in grip.
Man squeezed hard; Ha Young-su winced in pain.
\We're keeping that girl safe. She said give you this saengmeokji. Useful—use well. Gotta go.\
Man left without looking back.
Ha Young-su tried grabbing him for Juye info, but in straw sandals, he was gone.
Fine anyway. If Juye safe, that's enough.
Seemed he'd see her soon. No more fearing gangster death. Ha Young-su grinned.
Then opened the box.
Saengmeokji papers held photorealistic images. Indistinguishable from reality. Literal scene captures.
One image...
A woman surrounded by countless men, back cum-splattered on back and ass.
Face hidden in rear view. Her long hair gripped hard, yanked by one man.
Semen trailed long from her pussy.
Both asscheeks bore huge graffiti: 'S L A V E'. Inner thighs marked with tally marks.
Huge ass kneaded by man's hand. Looked like a well-used fucktoy passed around long-term.
Ha Young-su frantically checked other real-life drawings.
All faces obscured. But same woman. Started resistant, but body gradually debauched.
Near end, she clung to men. Graffiti multiplied: 'Slave', 'Public Toilet', 'Dedicated Cunt Hole', etc.
On full tits: 'Bitch Constable'. Official title just aphrodisiac for men.
Ha Young-su tremblingly lifted last saengmeokji.
Couldn't bear checking. Prior ones hid her face.
But last different. Instinct screamed. Why so ominous.
Final saengmeokji showed grinning woman's face. Lying down, surrounded by thick cocks like wreath.
Ha Young-su locked eyes with pictured Juye. Under ecstatic expression, her handwritten note:
- Sorry. Be back soon.
Years later, Juye returned to Ha Young-su's house with dozens of men.
- Slave Market Arc End. -