Geum-dwaeji Subjugation (1)
Geum-dwaeji Subjugation (1)
"Fuck, I told you it'd work, right? That fucking idiot Heo Jeong couldn't eat it even if it was handed to him."
"Leave it. That pussy-ass bitch. His loss anyway. But this woman is really something. Pretty face, and damn sensitive too?"
His friend kuhk kuhk laughed while tickling Muk Seo-ah's nipple. Muk Seo-ah was blackout drunk and practically hanging off the two men. As her breast got stimulated, her mouth fell open on its own even through her hazy consciousness.
"Ahh, ugh."
"Is she a horny slut dying to get fucked? Why chug booze from strangers like that?"
"That bitch has killer curves. Hear that, sis? Quit the exorcist gig from now on. We'll take real good care of you."
Lee Gak and his friend snickered lewdly. Their pants were bulging hard at the thought of raping the drugged woman.
Muk Seo-ah's silver hair draped limply along with her big tits. She looked tasty enough to devour raw, but bagging an exorcist? Lee Gak's dick throbbed with raw conquest lust.
"Ha, fuck. Can't hold back."
Lee Gak swallowed his spit. The room was on the 4th floor. He was climbing the stairs with his arm wrapped around Muk Seo-ah's waist.
"Ahem, ahem."
A man in blue robes stood on the stairs above. He let out a deliberate fake cough. Clear eyes gleamed from under his headscarf.
"Others might get the wrong idea. Two guys dragging a woman who can't even stand straight out of the Pleasure House... Where you headed right now?"
"What?"
"Hey, the exorcist from earlier today..."
Lee Gak scowled. Pissed at the interruption and about to snap, his friend urgently held him back from the side.
Lee Gak snorted derisively. Exorcists weren't scary at all. That so-called lofty exorcist was the bitch clinging to his side right now.
"I'm just taking her to her room 'cause she's wasted. No big deal, so step aside."
As Lee Gak spoke, Cheong-ui Gongja took one step back.
"Oh dear. My bad. Sorry about that."
"Sigh..."
"But that guy? He's in the same line of work as me. Just some friendly advice—be careful."
Cheong-ui Gongja leaned against the wall, smiling at the two men.
"The reason we're being nice to you lot is 'cause you're human, nothing more. So stay human. Keep doing shitty things and you'll turn into a yokai."
"No, ha... Hold up a sec."
"Hey. Let's just bounce. Why start shit?"
"I'm fucking pissed."
Lee Gak shoved Muk Seo-ah over to his friend. The totally sloshed Muk Seo-ah leaned her head against him.
"Mmm..."
The friend fidgeted anxiously but couldn't let go of Muk Seo-ah. Her head pressing against his chest felt all warm. Hugging her tight like that, the warmth and softness made for one hell of a tactile treat.
While he was holding Muk Seo-ah tight, Lee Gak strode up to Cheong-ui Gongja.
"Hey, you. Go your own way—why pick a fight? Huh?"
Cheong-ui Gongja didn't reply—instead, he whipped out a single talisman and slapped it on. The talisman stuck to Lee Gak's forehead and wouldn't budge. Yanking at it felt like it had fused right into his skin.
"What the fuck are you...!"
Lee Gak lunged forward to chew him out. Wobble—his body lost its balance.
"Wha, wh-what?"
Both his feet were glued flat to the floor. He flailed his arms wildly and barely managed to keep his torso upright.
"What the hell is this! Why's it doing this!"
"My talisman's effect lasts half a shichen. Stand right there and think hard about what you did wrong."
Cheong-ui Gongja turned to Lee Gak's friend.
"I'll take her. Where's this lady's room?"
"Ah... Yeah."
The guy handed over Muk Seo-ah with a reluctant face. Cheong-ui Gongja grabbed her while keeping maximum distance from touching bodies.
"Try to snap out of it. Where's the room?"
"Mmm... Three hundred... room two?"
The friend sighed as he watched the two exorcists walk away. Lee Gak ground his teeth.
"Sigh, that's why you don't fuck with exorcists."
"Fuck... Fucking bullshit."
For half a shichen, no matter how he shoved and pulled, his feet stayed stuck to the floor.
Time passed, and the talisman faded on its own and peeled off. Only then could Lee Gak finally move.
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Muk Seo-ah was surprisingly heavy for someone so slim. Supporting her unsteady body as they went along, the feel against his hands was firm yet soft.
Damn ideal body type. She had curves, but a super slim waist.
"Key. Hand over the room key."
"Haaam..."
Muk Seo-ah dreamily leaned her head against him. Not in any state to comprehend words.
Cheong-ui Gongja gnawed his lip and yelled once more.
"Give me the damn room key. Or I'll ditch you right here."
"Gotta pee..."
"This is insane."
No helping it.
Cheong-ui Gongja carefully extended his hand.
"Gonna check your inner pocket for a sec. Don't get the wrong idea. I asked twice already."
Clothes in this country had pockets on the inside. Outer ones were pickpocket bait.
With security nothing like the 21st century, folks kept valuables tucked near the chest.
"Driving me nuts."
Cheong-ui Gongja tried his damnedest not to touch skin. He slipped his hand toward her chest area.
"Pocket... pocket..."
"Mmm."
Muk Seo-ah grabbed his arm and yanked it closer. A soft sensation wrapped his wrist. The woman's faint heartbeat pulsed through, warm and steady, right into Cheong-ui Gongja's wrist.
"Gaaah."
Cheong-ui Gongja chanted a spell under his breath while frantically patting down her chest area. Inner pocket right by her right nipple.
"Ahhhh..."
"Got it. Key...!"
He yanked the door open in a rush. Tossed Muk Seo-ah inside along with the key, then slammed the door shut.
Cheong-ui Gongja's heart hammered away.
"This is why booze is pure poison. Hell to even play good samaritan to a drunk!"
He muttered a spell to sink those muddy thoughts. Being a guy, his junk had reacted on reflex.
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The next morning, Muk Seo-ah clutched her throbbing hangover head as she woke up. What the hell happened last night? Zero memories.
"Whew... Guess I pounded that free booze hard."
Only those two young guys stuck hazily in her mind. They'd showered her with compliments, bought rounds—good dudes. Seemed like fun conversationalists; she liked 'em.
Muk Seo-ah washed up, brushed her teeth, and headed downstairs. Free grub is divine. Hangover soup for brekkie.
The dining hall was a total racket. Yokai gone, customers swarming. Some familiar faces in the mix.
Two guys spotted Muk Seo-ah and waved. More pals? Three today.
"Sis! Over here!"
Muk Seo-ah waved back and placed her order first. Place was jammed; seats scarce. Looked like she'd join them.
While Muk Seo-ah ordered from the cook, Lee Gak and his two buddies whispered on the sly.
"Hey you crazy fucks. You really bang the exorcist?"
"Jealous? She was wriggling like crazy when I groped her tits."
"Not yet. But soon. Bitches like her are cake. Quit pussying out and jump in. No biggie."
Muk Seo-ah came over with her food tray, and Lee Gak plus one buddy switched up their faces. Beaming smiles to welcome her.
"Sis, you were totally smashed last night?"
"Ah... Don't remember shit."
"Sigh. Moderation, y'know? You went overboard."
Muk Seo-ah felt right at home with them. That Korean-style warmth. Shoot the shit over drinks, boom—friends for life.
Lee Gak introduced his pals. Only Heo Jeong gave her a awkward-eyed greeting.
"Wanna grab drinks tonight too? Got some primo stuff stashed."
"Yeah, hit our room. Right upstairs from yours."
"Ugh, hangover's killing me today."
"Aw, bummer. Tomorrow then. Promise—you gotta come tomorrow."
Chatting along, she'd somehow locked in plans without realizing.
Lee Gak steered the talk, buddies chiming in perfectly.
Their slick coaxing had Muk Seo-ah awkwardly scratching her cheek. So much chatter, no room to think.
"......Maybe?"
"Yeah, promise sealed? Come party at night! We'll stay up waiting."
Felt like total hypnosis. But not a bad vibe.
Lee Gak and his crew were subtly hyping Muk Seo-ah up.
Being convo central was a mix of pressure and fun.
As the hyped-up guys yapped away, another customer plunked down his tray with a fake cough.
Cheong-ui Gongja claimed the seat next to Muk Seo-ah. Sharp as ever even in the morning.
"Ahem. All good after yesterday?"
"Huh? Who..."
"We took down Dueoksini together. Forgot that quick?"
"Ahh."
Muk Seo-ah flashed an awkward smile. Normals were easier than industry folks. Yokai? Simplest—just crack skulls.
Cheong-ui Gongja scanned the two young guys at the table, then addressed Muk Seo-ah.
"Yokai showed up. Got exorcism business to discuss."
"Oh."
Muk Seo-ah looked apologetic, shot Lee Gak and crew a hehe grin.
"What now...? Lemme step away a bit."
"Pro talk among pros, so. Sorry 'bout that."
Cheong-ui Gongja and Muk Seo-ah stood up.
They grabbed their trays and relocated.
Holed up at a quiet corner table with no eavesdroppers, they ate and talked.
"What now? Minor Demons? Handle solo. Gut's off today."
"Why overdo the drinks then. Not minor demons—Geum-dwaeji's snatching people."
Geum-dwaeji.
Fat bastard who looks like Zhu Bajie.
Lives in a cave, kidnaps hot chicks, locks 'em up.
Perverted yokai turns 'em into slaves for personal service.
"Got a commission. His lover went to purify the thing and hasn't come back... Looks like the exorcist who beat us there got nabbed."
"Oh shit. Better rescue fast."
Exorcist's a killer job. Hazard pay fattens the wallet. Yokai fear and loathe 'em, so beaten exorcists? Bad endings galore.
And this world's an eroge to boot.
Muk Seo-ah remembered that after ages.
"Bad vibes. That exorcist a chick?"
"Yeah."
"Rescue op today."
"Body's wrecked though?"
"Queasy as hell, but whatever. I'll win."
Pure stamina-based swagger. Muk Seo-ah wolfed her food and popped up.
"Going now."
"Gotta prep talismans. Link up in one shichen."
"Some poor sap's in a pervert yokai's clutches—what prep? Where's the cave? I'm fine solo. Heading first to hack it apart—hurry up."
Cheong-ui Gongja groaned through gritted teeth.
"...Take care."
"I don't lose. I'm hella strong."
Muk Seo-ah grinned all confident.
That other exorcist? Probably cocky as fuck too—right up till she got caught.