The Popular Guy's Invitation (2)

Osaekja and Taeju Doryeong joined up. Couldn't leave Yu Bok-hyang alone either, so she tagged along too. Including Muk Seo-ah, there were three women, and the only guy was Taeju Doryeong. A boy who looked young sandwiched between three beautiful women—it was a mismatched picture.

Muk Seo-ah rented a single carriage.

To get to the place Jang Cho-un had invited them to, they'd need about five or six hours by carriage. A middle-aged ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coachman took the passengers aboard with a hearty chuckle.

"Come on aboard, ladies! Kiddo, you going on a trip with your big sisters?"

"......"

Taeju Doryeong narrowed his eyes and glared.

Osaekja stepped forward with a cheeky grin and said to the coachman,

"Nah, he's a full-grown adult, you know."

"Ah, my apologies for the rudeness. Please, all four of you, hop on. I'll get you there quick as a flash."

Taeju Doryeong still felt something nagging at him. Is it really okay for me to be tagging along here? Feels like I'm wearing clothes that don't fit.

His mood was strangely uncomfortable.

The carriage set off. Inside, there was just one row of seats. A bit cramped for four people, so they had to sit pressed right up against each other.

Osaekja and Muk Seo-ah ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sat on either side of Taeju Doryeong.

Their thighs and hips pressed in from both sides. The sensation against his skin felt good. Soft texture and warmth radiated through. Taeju Doryeong clammed up.

Taeju-gwi kept snickering, so he blew a whistle wind to shut it down. Taeju Doryeong could control Taeju-gwi a little with his whistle winds.

The carriage rolled on. The women started chattering away. It was the kind of girl talk he'd only heard about.

Muk Seo-ah mostly just listened, seeming hard to jump in, but Osaekja tossed questions around here and there, livening up the conversation.

"Does Taeju Doryeong-nim have any memorable exorcism experiences?"

Suddenly, the conversation turned to Taeju Doryeong. He'd been awkwardly listening, and Osaekja lit up and directed a question his way.

Taeju Doryeong panicked, his tongue freezing up.

He wasn't great with words to begin with, and this situation was insanely uncomfortable. Two curvaceous beauties were stuck right up against him on both sides.

The two women showed no signs of discomfort, as if they weren't even seeing him as a guy. Taeju Doryeong was the only one dying of awkwardness.

The carriage was cramped and stuffy, so the women were lightly sweating. Perfume wafted from Osaekja, gunpowder from Yu Bok-hyang, and some indescribable exotic scent from Muk Seo-ah.

Those scents seemed to heat up Taeju Doryeong's body.

Not knowing how to respond, Taeju Doryeong stammered.

Taeju-gwi muttered. Taeju Doryeong's vision spun and his head locked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up, so he mechanically repeated the words.

"Muk dosa-nim was there too, right."

"Man, I really wanted to shove my d..."

Taeju Doryeong hurriedly clamped his own mouth shut. Muk Seo-ah gave him a weird look. That gaze only stiffened him up more.

Muk Seo-ah tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes, and her silver hair swayed over Taeju Doryeong's crotch.

"What? You okay?"

"O-Of course. Must be fatigue lately; nearly let some nonsense slip. Heh heh heh..."

Taeju Doryeong sputtered. Taeju-gwi tsked in pathetic disdain.

'Shut it, Taeju-gwi. Don't try to corrupt me!'

Taeju-gwi shut up after that. Taeju Doryeong sat in silence on his own.

His body stayed still, but not his mind. Every time the carriage jolted, Muk Seo-ah and Osaekja's bodies pressed tight against Taeju Doryeong, and each time he twitched like he'd been shocked.

Before he knew it, his dick was rock-hard and aching.

Over two hours stuck in that tight space with the women—it was inevitable. Taeju Doryeong found himself sneakily glancing at the three women.

Their thighs touched his scrawny ones on both sides.

Muk Seo-ah had zero aversion to the contact, and Osaekja's skirt was hiked up on one side, exposing her legs.

Osaekja's flawless white legs flaunted their shapely beauty. Taeju Doryeong barely tore his eyes away and stared straight ahead.

By the window, Yu Bok-hyang was dozing off with her head bobbing.

Her brown bob hair swayed with each nod.

Compared to Muk Seo-ah and Osaekja, she lacked that bewitching allure for men, but that was just because Yu Bok-hyang didn't fuss with makeup.

Osaekja was always flashy with her primping and naturally sparkled, while Muk Seo-ah had some inexpressible something that captivated men.

That something above all. Her body was straight-up violent. Her figure alone was hazardous to a young guy.

Sure, she was plainer compared to those two. But Yu Bok-hyang's raw material wasn't bad.

Nah, if anything, some guys might prefer a plain, approachable girl like her. Yu Bok-hyang was, well, easy to talk to.

That's why she'd have plenty of guys gunning for her.

His thoughts reached that point, and Taeju Doryeong smacked his own head.

'Must be possessed by a ghost. No way I'd have these sleazy delusions.'

This was all Taeju-gwi pulling some trick.

Taeju-gwi was a yokai at heart. Yokai were evil beings. Even as a contracted spirit, no room for complacency.

Taeju Doryeong always stayed wary of Taeju-gwi.

'...No matter how much you try to stir up dirty thoughts in me. I won't give in. Seeing women just as sex objects is a nuisance to everyone.'

Taeju-gwi spat that one line and vanished.

Before long, it grew dark outside the window. Late evening was approaching.

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The meeting spot was a private villa owned by Jang Cho-un. They'd agreed to meet at night.

Taeju Doryeong was the only one still awake in the carriage. Even after the long ride, sleep wouldn't come.

"Mmm..."

In her sleep, Muk Seo-ah leaned her head on Taeju Doryeong's shoulder. His heart started pounding fast. Osaekja, dead asleep, had already ended up practically in Taeju Doryeong's arms from the carriage's rough shaking.

Muk Seo-ah mumbled in her sleep and loosened her top collar. Her cleavage came into view. Something peeked from inside her loose clothes.

Looked like a nipple. Muk Seo-ah never wore a bra on top. The whole idea felt awkward, and it was uncomfortable in all sorts of ways.

Taeju Doryeong couldn't tear his eyes from Muk Seo-ah's bare chest. The clothes fluttered softly, making it hard to see clearly.

Taeju Doryeong swallowed dryly.

That's when it happened.

"Uh, sir. We're almost there."

The coachman called out while driving. Taeju Doryeong snapped to and looked ahead.

The rough-bearded middle-aged coachman asked in a low voice.

"Sir, this is Jang Cho-un the exorcist's villa, right?"

"Yes."

"Didn't wanna upset the ladies if they overheard, so I held off saying it till now. Might be nosy of me, but there's rumors among us coachmen."

The coachman lowered his voice further.

"Lots of coachmen have driven to Jang Cho-un's villa. All of 'em carried women passengers. Heard the guy's an upright, good-hearted exorcist. But isn't it kinda weird?"

"..."

"Why are all these women keep heading to his villa?"

Taeju Doryeong furrowed his brow. Hard to answer rashly.

No hard evidence, just circumstantial suspicion—and even that was flimsy.

By the morals Taeju Doryeong knew, you didn't badmouth others on hunches like this.

"He's got a reputation for being upright and clean. Never met him myself, but they say he's a drop-dead gorgeous hunk—wouldn't women come calling?"

"So that's how it is? Sorry about that. Uneducated coachman like me gets suspicious over nothing, heh heh."

The carriage stopped. They'd arrived. A huge villa loomed beyond the valley ahead.

Before the women woke, the coachman mustered courage for a few more words.

"...Still, at my age, I've learned a thing or two. You gotta seize opportunity when it comes. Miss it, and it flies off to someone else quick."

"What... are you trying to say?"

"Nah, just... all three are too good to let slip to another man, right? Jealous of you, sir. Heh heh heh."

What a distasteful coachman. Taeju Doryeong despised how casually he sized them up.

"These women aren't like that. And neither am I. We're exorcists who must act rationally and properly. You think we'd get swept up in base animal lusts over something as petty as man or woman?"

The women stirred groggily awake. Muk Seo-ah wiped drool from her mouth.

Jang Cho-un's villa was just across one bridge.

"Yaaawn... We're here."

The three women and Taeju Doryeong headed toward the villa.