The Yellow Talisman and a Forbidden Kiss
Kang Minah was beautiful.
Just… fucking gorgeous.
Even when she showed up wearing a spring sweater and those “bottoms missing” style shorts, she didn’t come off as cheap at all.
At 173 centimeters, her height was shockingly tall for a woman.
With a small head and legs that seemed endlessly long, she looked like a supermodel from a distance.
She was so pretty that people were actually too intimidated to ask for her number.
“Kang Minah. Why the hell are you suddenly speaking so politely?”
“Just… because?”
It seemed the virgin ghost’s obedient nature had seeped into her unconsciously.
I didn’t find Minah’s polite tone strange at all. In fact, it felt completely natural.
It made her feel more like a little sister, which I liked even better.
“Is there something on my face?”
“Yeah.”
Startled, she quickly turned on her smartphone to check her reflection.
After searching for a while and finding nothing, she stared at me again with wide eyes.
“Oppa, what… is it…”
“Beauty. It’s all over your face.”
—Whoosh.
Kang Minah’s face flushed bright red like a ripe tomato.
Master. Isn’t that flirting a bit outdated?
Your Excellency, shall this humble one simply possess her and give her a proper pounding?
You two want to die?
……
……
The conversation halted for a moment in embarrassment, and an awkward silence lingered.
In times like these, it was up to me to clear the air.
“You said you wanted to learn talisman techniques?”
“Yes!!!”
Minah shot her right hand straight up on her tiptoes as if she’d been waiting for the question.
Wasn’t that the kind of pose you only saw in Japanese anime?
It was quite shocking to discover she could look this cute.
The foul-mouthed, trash-talking delinquent little sister was only visible now when she became a shikigami.
“So Minah has this adorable side to her.”
“Hehe…”
At my praise, her ears turned red all over again.
She lightly kicked at the ground with the toe of her shoe and twisted her body shyly.
“The basics of talisman techniques!”
I took off my spring jacket and laid it neatly on the concrete ledge of the flowerbed, patting it down.
“Sit here for now. We should start from the fundamentals.”
Mongsil, what are you doing? Bring up the basics of talisman techniques.
Ah, I thought Master already knew everything…?
Just tell me if you want to live.
“Yes.”
Minah sat primly on the jacket I’d spread out for her, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I pulled out a single yellow sticky note.
“We’ll start with the very basics of talisman techniques. Alright. Here’s a quiz. Why do talismans specifically use this tacky yellow paper?”
At my question, Minah’s eyes widened into perfect circles.
“Um… because it stands out? Or maybe because shamans who sell them buy yellow paper in bulk?”
“Wrong. There’s a very strict shamanistic principle rooted in yin-yang and the Five Elements hidden behind it.”
I picked up a piece of red brick that had fallen on the ground and roughly drew a cross on the rooftop floor.
“East, west, south, north. And the center. Based on the Five Directional Colors, yellow represents the exact center. It symbolizes the center of the universe, the emperor’s color, absolute and unshakable nobility. This central color is the crystallization of yang energy.”
“Yang energy… the kind ghosts hate?”
“Correct. Ghosts are masses of yin energy. Yellow paper, which symbolizes extreme yang, has the power to strongly push back and suppress yin all by itself. In simple terms, think of it like the ‘Gold Card’ that Twisted Fate throws in the game you love so much.”
“Ah! The one that stuns and stops them!”
When the analogy hit perfectly, Minah clapped her hands in delight.
“Exactly. That’s why in offensive talisman techniques like Flying Talisman Slash that exert physical force and strike enemies, you must always use yellow paper as the base. Only then will strong physical power manifest in reality.”
I pointed at another direction of the cross with my toe.
“And red. What about red paper? Think of Twisted Fate’s ‘Red Card.’”
“Don’t tell me… area attack??”
“Correct!”
At my answer, Minah clapped again and bounced her hips excitedly.
Every time she did that, her panties were clearly visible between her thighs and it made me a little hard, but patience was sweet.
I had to silently recite the national anthem to hold myself back.
“Red symbolizes fire and blood. It’s used for wide-range attacks that spread out, and it also serves as the most powerful exorcism against evil spirits, burning them away.”
“Yellow paper is strong with physical force, and red paper is strong against ghosts. Right? You’re like a top instructor!”
I was surprised by Mongsil’s lecture too.
This was the first time I’d learned that shamanism was connected to the Five Colors.
“What about blue paper?”
“I think I get it now! Twisted Fate’s ‘Blue Card’ restores mana! So it’s for recovery, right?”
“Correct! Blue paper carries the energy of wood and is used mainly for healing talismans that infuse life force.”
“Now that I think about it, ROL seems pretty amazing. They matched all the talisman colors when they made the skills.”
“Hehehe.”
I laughed and explained the remaining colors that Mongsil told me about.
“White paper carries the energy of metal and is mainly used for sealing techniques that block and isolate energy. That’s why white is used in Jiangshi techniques.”
“Wow… I thought all talismans were the same. The color of the paper completely changes how they’re used. It’s totally scientific?”
Minah gazed at the bright yellow sticky note in my hand with eyes full of wonder.
“Even Post-its can be used as talismans…”
“Yeah. Color is the most important thing for talismans. However, using a brush lets you infuse more spiritual power.”
“Ah! So that’s why they use hanji paper for talismans? Because it’s hard to write on Post-its with a brush!”
“Correct!”
“Kyaaaa~~~”
Watching Minah laugh so brightly, my own heart started pounding.
Why was her smile so damn pretty?
“Among brushes, the ones made from human hair are called human-hair brushes. Shamans sometimes make brushes from their own hair to better contain spiritual power.”
“Whoa… so even brushes aren’t just ordinary brushes?”
“To raise spiritual power even higher, they use wolf-hair brushes made from wild wolf fur. For even stronger ones, they use fetal-hair brushes made from the hair of newborn babies.”
“Wild wolf fur… then wouldn’t tiger fur make them even stronger?”
“Right. The ones usually called divine brushes are made from tiger hair. They’re considered the best for offensive shamanic techniques.”
“Then is the fetal-hair brush for defense?”
“Yes! It’s most powerful when used for blessings and protective shamanism.”
“Kyaaaa!!”
Minah looked completely excited, as if getting the quiz questions right was the most fun thing in the world.
It was obvious she was holding back a question, pursing her lips.
“If you’re curious about something, you can ask.”
“What happens if someone else copies the exact same drawing on a talisman?”
“The actual drawing on a talisman and what it looks like are different. Unless you see the brush strokes directly, you can’t tell.”
“Aha! I see!”
“But why is the talisman you’re holding written with a ballpoint pen instead of a brush, Orabeoni?”
I handed her the Post-it I was holding.
“I’m pretty strong. So even a ballpoint pen is enough to contain plenty of spiritual power.”
“Whoaaa!!”
“Here. The talisman I made is called Flying Talisman Slash. It’s a technique where the talisman flies like a blade and attacks the target on its own. Want to try it once?”
“Yes!!”
“Just decide on a target in your mind, infuse it with spiritual power, and throw it. Oh right, you need to connect your spiritual power first…”
—Swoosh.
Your Excellency, it is the young lady’s spiritual power anyway.
“Ah. Right.”
Minah’s eyes became as wide as saucers when she saw the Post-it float into the air by her own will.
“It’s floating! It’s floating!! Wow! This is how you use spiritual power, right? Right? Yes??”
“Yeah. You’re doing well. Now decide on a target in your mind and send it flying.”
Minah quietly steadied her breathing, then pointed her finger at a flower bud just beginning to bloom on a tree in the rooftop garden.
“I’ll hit that flower bud!”
“In your mind.”
“Got it!!”
Minah kept pointing at the bud with her index finger while her lips moved silently.
—Sssssssshhh!!
Thud.
The flower bud fell to the ground.
Minah clenched both fists and hopped up and down.
“Kyaa! I hit it! I actually hit it!!”
“Yeah, you did.”
“This is my first time doing anything like this! How did it happen?!”
“You just need to focus. But don’t use it recklessly.”
“Why not?”
“It eats up a lot of spiritual power. This is something you use to kill.”
Minah’s mouth slowly closed.
“…To kill?”
“Yeah.”
A brief silence fell.
Minah carefully opened her mouth again.
“Still… I feel like I could use this to go save Mom.”
Ah.
So that’s why she was so desperate.
“With your current skill, that’s impossible.”
“Even so!”
“I’m going to Cambodia. Don’t worry.”
“What?”
“I’m participating in the rescue operation this week as an advisor for the police special forces.”
“Really? I want to go too!”
“No.”
“Why not!”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“Hiiing…”
Without a word, I placed a stack of Post-its in Minah’s hand.
“You probably won’t use them all, but be careful. You can retrieve them too.”
“Thank you, Orabeoni!”
Minah lightly hugged me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
My face instantly burned hot.
Those were the same lips that had sucked my dick wildly during sloppy deep kisses and deepthroating, but the kiss from Kang Minah herself felt completely different.
It had that fresh, innocent quality unique to virgins.
Even though her pussy had already been completely ruined by me, Minah herself had no memory of it, so mentally she was still a perfect virgin.
After kissing me, her face flushed bright red.
She suddenly clamped her thighs together tightly and her pupils began to quake.
She was probably dripping with arousal.
I pretended not to notice her panic and turned away.
“I’ll head in first then. Practice a bit, and don’t forget to go to the dermatologist.”
“Yes! Go ahead, Orabeoni!”
Her voice trembled slightly at the end.
Kang Suho.
A man I had never once thought of as my older brother.
He was handsome, but not my type, and the aura he gave off… somehow felt unlucky.
Maybe it was because he studied ridiculously well that it pissed me off even more?
What I was doing now was something the old me could never have imagined.
I still clearly remembered calling him a “fucking bastard” and looking at him like he was a bug, feeling nothing but disgust at sharing the same space with him.
“Haa…”
I touched my lips.
The lips that had just touched my brother’s cheek.
The moment my lips met his cheek, a tingling electric current had swept through my entire body.
‘Why am I like this…?’
And the love juices flowing from between my legs.
If I hadn’t clamped my thighs together so tightly, I would have shown him everything dripping down.
“Am I… crazy or something?”
Kang Suho was no longer the pathetic person I used to know.
He had pulled me out of that hellish place in Cambodia and healed a body that couldn’t even walk.
He had even treated my scars…
Did he suddenly look like a prince on a white horse because he had saved me?
“Thank you… Oppa.”
I murmured softly, staring for a long time at the rooftop door he had walked through.
The Post-it talismans in my hand.
Just how far did his power go, turning me into a shaman?
But why?
It was supposed to be a light kiss to show my gratitude, so why was something inside my body burning and throbbing so fiercely?
I was clearly calling him Orabeoni, but my heart kept urging me to cross a forbidden line.
Every time I recalled his solid shoulders and those indifferent, cool eyes, I found myself imagining what it would be like if he weren’t my brother but simply a man.
My right hand naturally slid down between my legs and began to move slowly.
Squelch. Squelch.
My swollen clit.
The love juices flowing out.
Every time I touched my pussy, an electric pleasure began to sweep through my whole body.
“You’re crazy, Kang Minah! What the hell are you thinking right now? Stop it, my heart!”
My face burned like it was about to explode, heat spreading all the way to my neck, and my heart pounded wildly.
It felt like the throbbing would burst out of my throat like a child caught doing something wrong.
“Haa… what is this!”
I shook my head desperately and pressed my cold hands to my cheeks, but the unfamiliar desire that had bloomed refused to fade. Instead, it began to heat up the deepest part of my chest even more.
Squelch. Squelch.
I had never even imagined masturbating before…
But I couldn’t stop.
“Haa… what am I… why am I like this? A virgin shouldn’t be doing this… Hng~♡”
I was caressing my clit while imagining offering my virginity to Oppa.
It seemed I had really fallen for my brother.
“The one who killed Ma Weicheng was Zhang Chen.”
“…Zhang Chen.”
“He is a Grand Master of the Wudang Sect. Quite skilled. He was in charge of Chairman Kang Rokgi’s matter together with the Korean branch head Park Taejun.”
Beside Chunmei stood a Jiangshi made from Ma Weicheng’s corpse, standing motionless with both arms outstretched.
Ma Weijun remained silent.
He simply stared at his brother who had become a Jiangshi.
The Spring of Poverty.
The younger brother he had held frozen potatoes to his chest to thaw and fed.
Though time had aged him so that he now looked older than Ma Weijun himself, he had still cherished him until the end. His only blood relative.
“Shall I dig up more information?”
“No need. We’ve found the culprit. Now we should let him rest.”
Ma Weijun muttered in a low voice.
“You said Zhang Chen belongs to the Wudang Sect.”
“…Yes.”
Chunmei quietly reached out and peeled off the white talisman stuck to the forehead of the Jiangshi that had once been Ma Weicheng.
She took out a red talisman from her pocket and placed it against his chest.
Rumble—
With a low vibration, the remains began to burn.
Ma Weijun’s lower lip was bitten until it bled.
A streak of bloody tears flowed from both eyes.
Crunch.
At the sound of shark-like teeth grinding together, Chunmei bowed her head deeply.
This rage was not something she could handle.
“Why… didn’t you follow me.”
His voice was low and cracked.
“If you had accepted when I offered you immortality… this wouldn’t have happened.”
Within the flames, it seemed as if Ma Weicheng was smiling.
The boy from their childhood, bright and radiant.
—Big brother, I don’t want immortality. You should live a long, long time, take your revenge, and enjoy wealth and glory. I’ll just live out my natural lifespan and go ahead to serve the father and mother who left us first!
“Uuuuugh…”
Ma Weijun’s teeth began to lengthen.
Little by little—then all at once.
Lines stretched across his cheeks as his mouth tore open all the way to his ears.
His rage made his blood boil.
A mouth ripped wide open.
Jagged teeth gleaming like spears.
A form so hideous that even a malevolent spirit would turn its head away.
The Lord of Undead Blood Ghosts.
The one who had gifted Chunmei with immortality.
The true master of the Undead Blood Ghosts—Ma Weijun’s true form was finally revealed.
“Chunmei. Summon the Undead Blood Ghost Corps. The target is the Wudang Sect. Kill every single one of them without exception. Then cut off all their heads and turn them into vengeful spirits.”
“Understood.”
Chunmei bowed her head in reply.
