Night Play with Cheong-ui Gongja (1)
Night Play with Cheong-ui Gongja (1)
Cheong-ui Gongja returned to the brothel. He and Muk Seo-ah had become estranged. He simply couldn't face her. When they occasionally bumped into each other, they'd exchange awkward greetings and hurriedly part ways.
Muk Seo-ah had lost her memories. She acted like nothing happened, so shouldn't he just treat her normally like before?
But it wasn't easy. Even when Cheong-ui Gongja meditated in the corner of his room, his mind wouldn't settle.
"Ugh."
Thinking of Muk Seo-ah made blood rush to his cock. The slave market scene—her hanging upside down, squirting like crazy—burned vividly in his head.
No matter what he was doing, that image kept popping up. He felt like he was losing his mind. Cheong-ui Gongja chanted sutras alone in his room and meditated like a maniac.
"Huaa! You damn cock, get out of my head!"
Ttokttok. Someone knocked on the door.
Cheong-ui Gongja stopped meditating and stood. Honestly, it hadn't done shit. His dick getting hard just thinking of Muk Seo-ah wasn't a meditation-fixable problem.
"Who is it?"
"It's Pung-rang. I've come to kowtow and beg forgiveness from Cheong-ui Gongja-nim."
He opened the door to find a haughty-faced woman kneeling. Her elegant green hair cascaded over her knees.
"I'm truly sorry. Even if I was ensnared by yokai sorcery, I committed a grave sin."
"No way! Not in the hallway! I'd look like a psycho forcing a woman to kneel!"
"I'll do anything. Please forgive me."
"Come in!"
Pung-rang rose with dignified poise and entered Cheong-ui Gongja's room. For a guy's place, it was ridiculously tidy. Pung-rang couldn't help but admire it.
"You keep it so clean."
"I forgive you. Getting possessed by a yokai? Shit happens. You're a damn strong exorcist, right? No need to apologize—just keep doing good from now on."
"No. I can't accept that."
Pung-rang dropped to her knees again. She didn't stop there, clasping her hands demurely and prostrating fully.
If Muk Seo-ah saw this, she'd flash back to a dogeza. Cheong-ui Gongja lost it and hopped mad.
"No! I said it's fine!"
"What I fired at Do-sa-nim was a killing blow. I know words alone can't absolve this sin. This Pung-rang will become Cheong-ui Gongja-nim's slave. Use me however you like—just give me a chance to atone."
Pung-rang was as stern with herself as her icy looks suggested. No way mere forgiveness would satisfy her enough to leave.
Cheong-ui Gongja clutched the back of his neck. A badass beauty exorcist would make the perfect slave, but he had zero interest in owning people.
"Please stand. I get it completely. Under Guk-sun's drunken haze, anyone would've lost it."
"But Cheong-ui Gongja-nim held out. You even blocked my killing blow... Calling me a strong exorcist? Way too kind."
Pung-rang lifted her head from her prostrate position.
She flicked her eyes to gauge Cheong-ui Gongja's reaction. Cautiously, she spoke up.
"Do-sa-nim. Any chance you've got a tattoo on your left arm?"
"Huaa! How the hell did you know?!"
"I saw the Art of Repulsion binding. Heard there's only one guy who can handle that finicky spell properly."
Cheong-ui Gongja went pale. Pung-rang had sniffed out his ultimate black mark.
By her personality, she wouldn't go blabbing, but to Cheong-ui Gongja, it was dark history supreme.
"If you're that guy, Do-sa-nim, you gotta hear me out. I was Guk-sun's slave, trailing him everywhere, overhearing and eyeing tons. The yokai tangled in the slave market? Not just Guk-sun. There's a way scarier one..."
Pung-rang clamped her mouth shut. Just mentioning it gave her the chills.
"The Jade Rabbit visited the slave market. Saw Guk-sun groveling like a bitch."
Cheong-ui Gongja paled again. Upper-tier yokai Jade Rabbit. What the fuck would a thing like that want there?!
Pung-rang shook her head at his face. No clue on her end either.
"Two things I had to tell you. Jade Rabbit's lurking in the slave market, and I had to apologize proper to Do-sa-nim."
"Got it. Knowing about a yokai doesn't mean you catch it, so head in. I seriously forgive you."
"Yes. Call anytime if needed. This Pung-rang is Do-sa-nim's slave. I'll repay your life-saving grace with my body."
Pung-rang vanished like a gust. Cheong-ui Gongja yanked at his hair.
He seriously didn't need a slave. Her pushy apology was migraine fuel already, and now dropping an upper yokai's name? Brain meltdown.
"Guess sleep's the move."
It was late. Before crashing, Cheong-ui Gongja flashed on Muk Seo-ah again, shook it off with a few meditation rounds, and dozed off.
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He dreamed. Childhood memory time.
Cheong-ui Gongja—no, back when he was fifteen-year-old Lee Deok-sim, pre-exorcist days.
Lee Deok-sim realized he was one of a kind. Grew up in a rough-ass mountain village crawling with thugs and punks.
He scoffed at those lame-ass delinquents.
Ahh, the world.
This world's too damn weak.
Half a day flat to rule the mountain village. Fifteen-year-old him clocked it: I'm different. Special as fuck.
Deok-sim sensed shit others couldn't, saw the unseen.
Word spread of the kid crushing bandit crews young; tough guys nationwide showed up. No punk or fighter laid a finger on Lee Deok-sim.
Art of Repulsion.
Taoist art he naturally grokked and mastered. Realizing fuck-all in the world matched him, Lee Deok-sim's ego hit the stratosphere.
I'm special, born elite.
Unique under heaven. What gives? Why am I this strong, hotshit, one-of-a-kind?
"Ahh, am I a 'god' or what?"
Fifteen, prime wisdom age. Lee Deok-sim figured he better seal his OP power.
Tattooed a dragon on his left arm, wrapped in bandages. Day the 'Black Flame Dragon' breaks free? Hell on earth.
"Keurk. Kuku... Kuhahaha!"
Lee Deok-sim went berserk. Village elders tsk-tsked.
Blood not even dry and already power-drunk, batshit crazy. Village chief finally snapped.
"You punk! That's exorcist talent! Won't help folks, just stir shit?!"
"Ahh, decrepit geezer on borrowed time. Cool it. Provoke me more and my Black Flame Dragon might flip out."
"Crazy fuck...! Crazy fuck...!"
Exorcist? Huh? Curiosity piqued, Lee Deok-sim dug in. Pretty hilarious shit. Others out there slinging weird powers besides him.
Heh, pathetic. One sun under heaven, bitches!
No more truck with weak-sauce punks. Bigger world calls. He split to conquer exorcists.
Years on the road, occasional exorcist run-ins. Nearing adulthood and still immature as hell.
Exorcists blew his mind more than expected. Preemptive strike? Blocked cold.
First fail ever.
But he won in the end. One collapsing exorcist screamed.
"You're that infamous exorcist hunter buzzing lately! Wasting prime talent! World ain't small, kid? No matter your swagger, Mukmyeong shuts you down!"
Mukmyeong? Who's the chump? Hooked, Lee Deok-sim researched hard.
Top-dog exorcist rep. Undefeated, solo'd upper yokai—intriguing AF.
Lee Deok-sim hunted Mukmyeong down.
Crowd thick as clouds, white-haired dude in the middle. Bit younger than Lee Deok-sim. Youngest big-name exorcist? Gold.
Beat him, I'm numero uno.
Lee Deok-sim charged Mukmyeong, talking smack.
"Hey punk! Let's throw down. Don't suck."
"What the fuck. Scram."
Mukmyeong said.
Memory blank after. Upper exorcists swarming him probably yanked Lee Deok-sim out quick.
Woke in a trash heap. Lofty babe looming over. She spoke.
"Hmm, genius huh. Innate talent steamrolling low-rank exorcists. Props."
"What? Low-rank? Bullshit. You saying I only scrapped scrubs? Who're you, bitch?"
Lee Deok-sim barked sharp on wakeup. No idea why trash heap, but mood soured.
Big-tiddy hottie dissing him. Lee Deok-sim ain't taking shit from no chick.
Special existence, unique under heaven. All women kneel!
To cocky Lee Deok-sim, she drawled slow.
"I'm Samjang Beopsa. Upper-rank exorcist. Samjang works."
"Samjang? Solid name. Shame, not my flavor. Older aunties? Pass."
"I'm barely past thirty..."
"Auntie confirmed."
"Aigoo, well frog life. Show elders respect."
Samjang Beopsa reached into thin air—bam, staff. Gold-trimmed shiny number.
But too thicc for staff. Huge, hefty, straight-up iron club. Samjang swung.
Kwaang-!
Lightning to the dome.
Nah, strike-like shock. Pain exploding from that staff hit? Unreal.
"Huaaaa! My head!"
"Can't-tell-up-from-down thunderbolt-headed punk brat, time to learn real power use."
Kwaang!
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"Kieeeek!"
Cheong-ui Gongja jolted from the nightmare. Still nightmare fuel. Shame surged too. Fifteen-year-old dragon tat? Stuck forever.
Why he rocks long sleeves only.
Left-arm Black Flame Dragon exorcist hunter. Pung-rang clocked the dark history. Fresh awake, Cheong-ui Gongja facepalmed.
"Awake?"
Voice stabbed Cheong-ui Gongja's ear. Slow turn: golden-staff woman glaring down.
Samjang Beopsa iced him. Spine crawled.
"Master."
"Never took a disciple like you. Broke out Cheok-ui-sul, shattered your celibacy training. Told you: no cruel spell till your heart's pure steel."
Samjang's staff twitched. Before Cheong-ui Gongja clocked, head lightning.
Ttak—staff-shaped iron slug nailed the crown.
"Huaaaa! My head!"
"You shit! What Blue Prince bullshit! Name's Dogshit now! Dogshit!"
Samjang blew a gasket.
Cheong-ui Gongja head-hugged, rolled ass-over, popped up.
Samjang chin-up, eyed him.
"Why. Spill, Dogshit."
"Without Art of Repulsion, tough matchup. Yokai molesting innocent lady—gotta block first, yeah?"
Kwaang!
"Huaaaa!"
"Dogshit! How many times?! Inhumane yokai kills just wreck your body-mind. Quit leaning on brutal power for justice!"
Then—ttokttok, door knock.
Muk Seo-ah's voice outside.
"Cheong-ui Gongja, up?"
Cheong-ui Gongja's fine hairs spiked. No way Muk Seo-ah catches him with master. Dudes hate ugly reveals. With master? Peak cringe.
Samjang scanned his flinch, hand-to-mouth giggle.
"Oho, oho."
"What."
"Dogshit's got a crush."
"Nah."
"Right."
Samjang ragged him. Good thing she's no marathon troll.
Samjang went serene.
"Dogshit. Not here just to chew ass. Jade Rabbit popped nearby. You bag it. Leave loose, casualties pile."
"Heard. But my level? Suicide."
"Yup. No Cheok-ui-sul this time."
"Huh?"
Cheong-ui Gongja brain-fried. Samjang deadass serious.
"Power vs. power? Wrong path. Yokai-beating with pure human nobility."
"No wait—even full-bore Art of Repulsion's a coinflip."
"Bail? Spilling your kid self to door girl. Heavenly Demon much?"
"I'll do it."
"Good. No more Cheok-ui-sul abuse. Banned till full adult."
Samjang staff-slammed floor. Gold glow swirled, poof—gone. Cheong-ui Gongja hair-ripped solo in room.
'Upper yokai with good vibes only...'
Seppuku order. Celibacy break penalty. Master's plotting my death.
Muk Seo-ah still out there. Cheong-ui Gongja straightened robes, suited up tidy, door open.
Muk Seo-ah peered up. Cheeks rosy flush. Cheong-ui Gongja auto-coughed. Composure-crack tic.
"Midnight matter?"
"Memory blank, total wipe. But you saved my ass—repay time."
"Hehe, nah. Had to. No payback needed."
"Zero need?"
Muk Seo-ah tall gal. Cheong-ui Gongja towered more. Casual down-glance: cleavage city.
No bra. No titty tape. Clueless on wearing. Muk Seo-ah hated stuffy lifetime-no-bra life—freeballin' tits.
"Keoluk keoluk keoluk!"
Cheong-ui Gongja hacked nonstop.
"Come in first..."
Midnight room-date. Master spies? Dead meat. Celibacy training too: 1,000+ days no jerk, no fuck.
Tonight's vows teetered. Muk Seo-ah vibes always rattled his discipline.