Chapter 58
“Hnngh… Ah, ah! Aah!”
Eun-hwi, who had been breathing heavily as he climaxed, suddenly threw his head back and opened his eyes wide. As if the stimulation of reaching another peak right after the first was unbearable, he cried out in ecstasy.
Moon-beom thrust upwards once more, hitting the same spot. The violently pulsating inner walls suddenly tightened, engulfing Moon-beom’s dick.
“Urgh…!”
The sensation of impending climax that rose up to his neck finally burst forth in Moon-beom as well.
His organ, which had been relentlessly stimulating Eun-hwi’s insides, suddenly stopped moving. The loud sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh also ceased.
“Haa, ha, ah… Hic.”
Eun-hwi sobbed as if in pain, his trembling not subsiding. This was already the second time he had climaxed today. Yet the pleasure that had surged to the top of his head didn’t easily fade away. The last spurt of semen filled the wet condom.
“Moon-beom…”
Moon-beom briefly looked down at Eun-hwi, who was calling his name in a feverish, dreamy state. He lowered the leg that was draped over his shoulder and embraced Eun-hwi tightly.
Their skin clung together as if they were one body. Though he had been held in his arms many times before, being completely naked and fully embraced from head to toe for the first time made his heart pound.
So this is how hot human skin is. This is how warm human body temperature is.
He liked the movement of the ribcage expanding and contracting with each breath, and the vibrations that spread through the body because of it.
Experiencing it firsthand, he realized it was an act that one couldn’t help but be drawn into.
Sex.
Feeling Moon-beom’s dick still inside him, maintaining its size even after climaxing, Eun-hwi stretched out both arms and wrapped them around the mountain-like broad back.
Firmly, as if not wanting to let go to anyone else, intricately, so that no one but himself could unlock the interlaced fingers.
“Teach me more… about this sex play…”
Eun-hwi’s breath, which had been moistening Moon-beom’s ear as it touched his neck, gradually became more irregular before slowly steadying.
Moon-beom’s fingertips touched Eun-hwi’s cheek as he fell asleep suddenly, as if fainting. He pressed the soft area around the mouth, and rubbed the whole cheek, leaving the texture of his fingerprints.
“Mmm…”
Eun-hwi shifted slightly, as if the touch on his skin was ticklish. Moon-beom carefully lifted his head and gently kissed the swollen, closed eyelids.
“I’ll make you human.”
He had lived like a con artist, sometimes for professional reasons, sometimes because he couldn’t trust anyone. With the thought that it was fine as long as he achieved his goals cunningly, just like Jang Gitae whom he hated so much.
But at some point, the calculator that had only been counting usefulness seemed to malfunction and stopped working. A desire to return the kindness he had received, perhaps even more, to the half-dokkaebi before him stirred within him.
No.
This too might be a calculated feeling.
Moon-beom twisted the corner of his lips. Even after finishing his revenge, he might be mentioning a wish of uncertain possibility to have an excuse to keep binding him to his will like this.
Either way, he had no intention of easily letting go of this child he had obtained as a prize from the bet. The more he held this milky white, soft body that he wanted to bite all over without missing a spot, the more firm that thought seemed to become.
He moved his organ back and forth leisurely, as if enjoying the afterglow. Even though he was unconscious, deep in dreamland, the half-dokkaebi’s rear opening twitched greedily, swallowing his dick.
“I told you not to act so lewd.”
The sunlight that had been shining through the window covered with thin Korean paper soon disappeared after casting shadows on Eun-hwi’s body.
The scorching hot afternoon had finally retreated. At the boundary between day and night, Moon-beom slowly closed and opened his eyes as he faced the approaching night.
The blue flames he had conjured quietly circled around the two of them.
Six. Dokkaebi Fire
While the human-faced bird was recovering under the moonlight in a deep cave in the mountains, the spirits (gui) occupying the flat rock beside Yongma Waterfall were chewing on hericium mushrooms as usual.
“That damn bastard Saripgwi, where the hell did he go?”
Mongdalgwi, who was irritably looking around the darkly shaded forest, threw a pebble into the air in annoyance. With no more of his share of hericium mushrooms left, his mouth was parched and his fingertips trembled.
“Maybe he went to the mainland. *Burp*.”
“Damn it. How could he leave without telling us when even the human-faced bird isn’t here?”
Because Saripgwi had disappeared after saying he was going to the toilet, they couldn’t even play with the half-dokkaebi and had eaten all the hericium mushrooms they had. Strong withdrawal symptoms appeared, making it unbearable unless they could steal and chew Saripgwi’s mushrooms.
“How would I know about that fickle bastard?”
“Damn it all. Just wait till he crawls back. I’ll burst his balls and make him a eunuch!”
Mongdalgwi spat out yellow saliva through his sparse teeth. Mongdalgwi, who was once human, was more obsessed with the poisonous mushrooms than other spirits due to his strong resentment from dying as a bachelor. It was because he could feel the sensation of mating through hallucinations.
Mongdalgwi glanced at Eodukseoni, who was leisurely chewing on the end of a mushroom while sprawled on the rock, and spoke commandingly to the naked Yagwanggwi with a luminous body.
“Don’t just lie there, get up, you punk. Let’s go find the mushrooms Saripgwi hid.”
“Aw. Do we really have to go? It’s such a bother.”
“I’ll give you one of the dokkaebi’s shoes later.”
“Hehehe. Really? You promise?”
Yagwanggwi’s body, which steals people’s luck through shoes, shone brightly. He didn’t even notice the axe wrapped in a blue fireball approaching his neck.
“Go on then. Don’t forget to bring mine too.”
A gruff voice rang out, sounding as relaxed as an old veteran who had been through it all. Moon-beom turned his gaze from Yagwanggwi to look at Eodukseoni, an old man with white hair wearing a black durumagi.
A monster that finds the fear deep in one’s heart upon contact, reflects illusions, and crushes its opponent to death with a body that grows huge from eating fear. Eodukseoni.
Moon-beom withdrew the axe aimed at Yagwanggwi’s neck, which was emitting an unpleasant light like a camera flash. Even if he was in an advantageous situation wearing the dokkaebi’s hat, there was no need to deliberately provoke a monster of similar caliber to the human-faced bird.
Not unless he had tested how powerful the dokkaebi power within him was and how he could utilize it.
He had almost ruined everything by seeing red when they mentioned Eun-hwi, even though he knew well that revenge meant stabbing oneself thousands and hundreds of times while holding a sharply honed knife at one’s fingertips, waiting for that one perfect opportunity to arrive.
Moon-beom stepped back and quietly adjusted the axe in his hand. He bit his lip, pondering once again what punishment would be appropriate for those who had carelessly left marks of violence on that white skin that bruised at the slightest touch.
“Ugh… I’m dizzy.”
Yagwanggwi, thoroughly intoxicated by the mushroom poison, got up unsteadily. Unlike Mongdalgwi, who was dressed in full upper and lower garments just as he had been in life, Yagwanggwi was wearing only one fur rubber shoe that he had clearly stolen from the village.
Mongdalgwi made an irritated expression, seemingly annoyed by Yagwanggwi’s precarious gait as he dragged along the oversized shoe that didn’t even fit his foot.
However, with his hands trembling from withdrawal symptoms, Mongdalgwi couldn’t search Wolhwa Mountain alone, so he left the domain of the mountain god together with Yagwanggwi.
“Damn it. Not here either.”
“Not here either.”
“Goddammit! Not here either!”
“Not here either!”
The two spirits, closer to minor ghosts compared to the human-faced bird and Eodukseoni, but with equally strong obsessions towards humans, rummaged through valleys and bushes thick with yin energy.
Squirrels and mountain birds that had been sleeping peacefully leapt up into the trees at the impatient cries that momentarily broke the layers of night’s tranquility. It was wise to avoid them, as there was nothing to gain from confronting such spirits.
“Kyahahaha!”
Suddenly, two Janjahmari jumped out from the bushes and started dancing obliviously. The Janjahmari, with their black bodies resembling gourds and bulging bellies, were somewhat foolish spirits with a mischievous nature like dokkaebi.
The seaweed and grains tangled on their bodies shook noisily as they moved with their waists pressed against each other. It was a vulgar gesture reminiscent of mating.
They continued to make pounding motions as if mocking Mongdalgwi, who had no sexual experience at all.
“You damn bastards! Do you think this Mongdalgwi is a pushover? Get the hell out of my sight right now!”
“Kyuing?”
Mongdalgwi, thoroughly irritated from not finding any mushrooms, kicked the two Janjahmari hard in the back. Unable to regain their balance after suddenly tilting, the Janjahmari flailed their short limbs as they tumbled down the hillside.
“Geez. Did I step on shit today or what? All sorts of crap is happening because my luck is bad. Khaak, ptui!”
“You’re good, so be patient, Mongdal.”
“Where the hell did that bastard Saripgwi hide them? There must be some left. Tsk!”
“Um, just in case…”
“Just in case what?”
“Ah, never mind.”
“Why do you start talking and then stop, you bastard? It’s infuriating!”
In frustration, Mongdalgwi grabbed Yagwanggwi’s neck and shook it violently.
