The Erection Task Force: Plush and Squishy
Soft, squishy. The weights pressing down on my body were heavy yet yielding. Crammed onto a single narrow wooden bed were one guy and three women all tangled up—talk about a sight.
Paeng So Yeon had claimed my left thigh, Seol A my right. And sprawled brazenly across my stomach was Jegal Jiun, legs crossed in full lotus, chin propped on her hand. The body heat and pressure from all three women came through crystal clear. The firm mushiness of their ass cheeks, the warm dig of thighs into my inner legs.
"......Do we really have to do it like this?" I asked cautiously. I had nowhere decent to look. Lift my head, and I'd lock eyes with Jegal Jiun's pale ass; shift a bit, and I'd catch Hwa Yeon or Paeng So Yeon's flushed faces.
Tsk. Jegal Jiun snatched my hand and wrapped it around her hip.
"You just lie there nice and relaxed, kid. Your big sisters are putting our heads together for some serious brainstorming."
Her hip bone felt hard under my palm. Slim and bony, sure, but those curves? Smooth as hell.
"No, still, this is a bit..."
"Quiet down. We're in the middle of something important."
Paeng So Yeon cut me off bluntly and turned to Jegal Jiun. "So, you're saying just plain arousal isn't enough?"
"Duh. This dummy Taoist's dantian is shattered like a broken jar right now. Pour in all the water you want—it's like filling a holey pot. It'll just leak out like before." Jegal Jiun patted my belly to drive the point home.
"Then what do we do?" Seol A chimed in. Her ass wiggled on my thigh.
"Told ya. It's not about simple stimulation. You gotta tap into his primal urges. Make his brain go, 'Whoa, this is a real fuck-or-die situation!' Something that intense."
"Intense how? Be specific."
Seol A's prodding drew a sleazy grin from Jegal Jiun. "Y'know the stuff Yi Yi's been bottling up? Stuff a proper Taoist like him wouldn't touch—shame, taboo, conquest lust. Hit that hard."
"Shame......?" Paeng So Yeon muttered.
"Yeah. Like... your pretty senior sister from the sect shaking her ass and begging you to pound her. Or the noble Hebei Paeng lady slurping cock and barking like a bitch in heat?"
"Wha—you're insane?!"
Paeng So Yeon jolted upright. Seol A's face went beet red too.
"No way in hell!"
Paeng So Yeon shrieked and buried her face in my thigh. Her shoulders trembled with mortification.
"I... I couldn't do that either."
Seol A shook her head furiously, butt clenching as she dodged my gaze, her face burning crimson.
"Oh? Which one of you was bragging you'd do anything?"
Jegal Jiun tsked mockingly.
"You're the one who did this to Yi Yi anyway. So if anyone's doing it, you go solo!"
"I didn't!!"
Thud, thud. Jegal Jiun stomped her feet on my stomach like a kid throwing a tantrum.
"Urk... hrrk!"
The sudden jolt made me dry-heave, stomach flipping.
"Yeah, I shattered his dantian, but the no-dick-standing? Not my fault! You think I've only dosed one or two guys? It's supposed to keep you rock-hard till all your qi drains into cum—never die, just endless boners. This guy's the weirdo!"
Jegal Jiun huffed and smacked my crotch.
"......"
Silence blanketed the room. Seol A's icy voice shattered it.
"So, what happened to the other guys?"
"They all died." Jegal Jiun shrugged like it was nothing—like answering what was for dinner.
A biting wind clawed at our collars at the edge of the North Sea. The cart carrying us jolted to a halt. The air's texture, subtly shifting days ago, now hit with outright chill.
"This is as far as I go, folks. Can't take the horses farther...."
The driver gripped the reins, hesitation in his eyes laced with pity and worry. We'd reached the threshold no ordinary soul dared cross—an unknown realm.
"Thanks for everything."
Hwa Yeon bowed deeply in a formal clasp, handing over a pouch heavy with silver.
The driver bowed repeatedly, wishing us luck. Then the cart rumbled back the way it came. Fading hoofbeats left an eerie hush.
All that remained: endless snowfields and bone-chilling winds.
"Alright! Let's roll?"
Jegal Jiun stretched and took point. Thin training robes or not, cold meant nothing—her steps light as feathers. Eyes sparkling like she'd finally prove her worth.
"You actually know the way, right?" Hwa Yeon eyed her suspiciously.
"Of course! Who do you think I am? Navigating's a breeze."
Jegal Jiun hummed cheerfully, glancing back.
"You lot keep Yi Yi safe. Blink and he'll turn into an ice statue."
No sooner said than warm bodies pressed in from both sides. Paeng So Yeon hugged my left arm tight, burrowing deep—her round shoulder and soft tits transmitting through my thick coat. Hwa Yeon molded to my right, cradling me like a child, her heat enveloping my chilled frame.
"Not too cold? I'll squeeze tighter."
Paeng So Yeon whispered, slipping my hand into her coat pocket—warm as a furnace from her body.
"Hang in there, Yi Yi. Warm spot's coming right up."
Hwa Yeon cupped my cheek, concern in her eyes. Their devotion made the flensing gale bearable.
We trudged on for ages. Cold seeped from my soles, gnawing my shins. Each step tore at my flesh.
"You really know where we're going? Let's turn back now. Yi Yi's gonna drop dead from exhaustion."
Hwa Yeon glared at Jegal Jiun, worry etching her face—frost riming her lashes. At this rate, none of us would last; we'd all be ice chunks.
Tsk... "That old coot said we'd meet someone freezing to death."
Jegal Jiun wrinkled her nose, scanning around. White hell everywhere.
"Meet who? Who's this old fart?"
Hwa Yeon's patience frayed.
"Y'know, that Shaolin elder with the long nose and blue eyes."
Jegal Jiun gestured impatiently.
"Surabu Monk? Heard he came from farther north than North Sea," Paeng So Yeon nodded, cheeks flushed from cold—something clicking.
"Yep! Said he'd send a welcome party—like him, pointy noses, blue peepers."
Then Paeng So Yeon froze, pointing ahead. "Those guys......?"
Through the blizzard, faint dots closed fast. Gliding over snow, they shrank the distance in seconds. Beast hides draped them; exposed eyes glowed an eerie blue, as Jegal said. Curved blades in hand, mounted not on horses but massive wolves.
Jegal Jiun waved cheerily. "Woo! Privet! Privet!"
"Who are you?"
Undeterred, she yelled again. "Lyubovite!"
"What do you want here?"
Jegal Jiun turned to us triumphantly, shrugging. "See? Told ya! They'd spot us entering their turf."
But the vibe was off. Giant wolves snarled, claws out; blue eyes gleamed murderously. They saw us not as guests, but prey.
"Uh... this is the welcome party?" Paeng So Yeon asked warily, hand drifting to her sword hilt.
"Totally! I said hi—they're thrilled, can't you hear 'em?"
Jegal Jiun beamed innocently—right as the lead man drew his blade with a shing, aiming at us.
"Huh...?"
Her eyes went wide.
"Don't move! Or I'll kill you!"
The others whipped out weapons in unison. Blades flashed through the flurry.
"Is this 'proper talk'? Why the weapons?!" Hwa Yeon yelled desperately.
Jegal Jiun gawked between them and us, then tilted her head and muttered cautiously, "Spasiba...?"