The Power of the Shaman
Jo Ye-rin led Kim Namhu into one of the small rooms and locked the door, ensuring no one could disturb them from outside.
Inside, a small refrigerator held a variety of simple foods and drinks for two.
She took out two beers and brought down a bowl of peanuts from the shelf above the fridge.
Ye-rin sat opposite Namhu and drank the cold beer.
Her gaze held a mysterious, intriguing light as she looked at him, then she suddenly spoke.
"You aren't a typical host. Your aura is extremely seductive. Normally, this would ruin a woman's life, but you're using it for fortune-telling."
Listening to her words, Kim Namhu felt he could guess her true identity.
"A shaman, perhaps?"
Ye-rin smiled and nodded.
Namhu already knew that powerful shamans who served the political world or the chaebol world were treated like teachers.
During elections, many in politics consulted renowned shamans for expensive rituals costing tens of millions.
In the corporate world, they even consulted for the placement of buildings and the choice of auspicious sites for family graves.
'So she's one of those renowned shamans.'
Receiving invitations to private parties and special treatment showed how highly she was valued by those above her.
Namhu himself did not believe in shamans.
He believed only in his own abilities.
Guessing her correctly about him now was straightforward.
The rumors about him had spread through the upper classes.
If she was a shaman serving the elite, she would know his appearance and traits in an instant.
Namhu smiled leisurely and said, "I have a secret that I haven't even told my parents. Would you like to guess what it is?"
Namhu had not revealed to his parents that he had returned from the future.
If the shaman correctly guessed that fact, he would gladly believe she served a deity.
But Ye-rin said something else.
"Trying to test a shaman that way isn't good. I can only answer what my general deity tells me."
Kim Namhu wanted to ask why the general deity had revealed details of his past to her but not his secret, but he did not.
He was here as a host, and she was the client.
Ye-rin picked up peanuts one by one and ate them.
The conversation fell silent again.
After Namhu took a few sips of beer, he spoke first.
He could not keep up the awkward silence forever.
"You said I have an extremely seductive aura, right? So you are drawn to me too, Ye-rin?"
"With my level, I don't get drawn in that easily. I just chose you out of curiosity."
Ye-rin maintained her proud demeanor to the end.
That was also her way of living.
If only one man controlled her and the rumors spread, her mysterious aura as a shaman would vanish.
This was an important issue tied to her livelihood.
"What were you curious about?"
This shaman was also a woman who had voluntarily joined the party.
There was no reason for a woman to come deep into the forest just to drink with a handsome man.
All the women here were like fertile female dogs in heat.
They wanted to freely take hosts and play with them.
Namhu had sensed it in the scent of the women.
Although all the women acted as if they had no interest in the host, they emitted a dense pheromone smell unique to women in heat.
'Just do some sex and that's it?'
He had no intention of forming deep relationships with the women who came to this party anyway.
He could only treat as regulars the women who liked sex, but the women here were twisted by desire and had gone beyond normal.
Namhu moved closer to Ye-rin.
He placed a light hand on her shoulder.
He felt her body growing hot through his palm.
Her body was even slightly sweaty.
'Did she take something before coming here?'
The upper classes sometimes took drugs at these sex parties.
It opened their minds more and gave them even greater pleasure.
Ye-rin's reaction now was not strong drugs, but it was not normal either.
No matter how much in heat, a woman who reacted so intensely to just a subtle touch was uncommon.
"You seem a bit warm. Shall I help you shower?"
Ye-rin knew her own state.
She nodded.
This room was designed for sex, so it had a shower.
The two moved toward the bathroom.
Kim Namhu acted like a helpful servant attending to her.
He helped her remove her clothes and neatly folded them, stacking them aside.
He himself slowly undressed too.
To wash her, he had to remove his own clothes.
Ye-rin examined his naked body with interest.
After returning to the past, Namhu had steadily trained and taken protein supplements.
Originally lean, he had the knowledge from high-end personal training in his previous life, so he quickly developed the lean muscles women loved.
He built a V-shaped body with back and shoulder training and defined his abs.
For sexual stamina, he trained his lower body too, making his thighs firm.
He was literally a body made to seduce and have sex with women.
'How did the rumors about me spread?'
Namhu knew the rumors about himself had spread.
But he did not know the exact content.
And seeing Ye-rin's reaction now, he realized his reputation for sexual skill had also spread quite far.
'What? That's good for me.'
Being known as a man who was good at sex was a big advantage for a host.
They entered the shower room, and Kim Namhu pretended to wash her while slowly caressing her body.
She was just an ordinary Korean woman.
Lean, and with little exercise, her whole body was soft.
But she had some hips and was not too old, so she had not gotten soft.
'This is much better than dealing with the aunties outside.'
When Namhu gently touched her small breasts, her nipples quickly hardened.
He applied body wash to build foam and caressed her body, his touch magically arousing her.
In the end, Ye-rin could not hold back her excitement and threw herself at Namhu.
She hugged him tightly.
She lifted her face and tried to kiss him.
Kim Namhu turned on lukewarm water to wash the foam off both their bodies.
As he slid his lips down her body, he continued kissing her.
Under the hot water, he gently sucked her nipples.
Namhu observed her reactions.
She was still enjoying the foreplay, and insertion would be fine now.
But while under the influence of foreplay and the drug, her face still retained that proud look.
It seemed her shaman instinct was still unconscious.
'I wonder if I can see that face break.'
So he decided to prolong the foreplay.
He kissed strongly on her collarbone, leaving a mark.
Some female clients hated kiss marks.
They had to maintain social lives, so they feared traces left behind.
But Ye-rin did not mind at all.
On the contrary, the fact that Namhu left a mark on her body seemed to excite her even more.
Next, Kim Namhu held her small breasts in his hand, squeezing them as best he could, and licked her nipples.
He pinched her nipples with his fingers and spun them around.
A moan escaped from her mouth.
Next, Namhu moved down her belly.
His tongue slid along her vertical abs and headed toward her pussy mound.
For a moment, his tongue danced on top of the pubic hair.
Naturally, Ye-rin expected that Namhu would now lick her pussy.
But Kim Namhu lightly missed her expectation.
'Sex that only follows expectations isn't fun.'
Doing actions that went against the other person's expectations added a special flavor to sex.
Kim Namhu's mouth was aimed at her soft inner thighs and calves.
As a result, more fluids flowed from her pussy than if he had directly licked it.
Before her eyes changed from pleasure to hatred, Namhu placed his hand on her pussy.
He spread her pussy lips with both hands and brought his mouth underneath.
He drank her fluids like holy water.
Ye-rin in her mid-twenties had fresh fluids.
Now his tongue entered deep inside her.
A broken moan came from her mouth.
Her pussy pressed down against his face as it moved lower.
Her leg strength was slowly loosening.
Kim Namhu looked up.
Her proud demeanor had disappeared a lot.
In its place, happiness as a woman had settled on her face.