Chapter 43
“There, isn’t this comfortable?”
Although Yeo Moon-beom had bent down as much as possible to match heights, due to his tall stature, Eun-hwi had to raise his heels high to barely reach the right level. Eun-hwi wrapped his arms around Moon-beom’s neck, feeling the stability provided by his firm thighs.
Creak—
The sound of the old wooden floor twisting and the moist noise of flesh meeting flesh echoed all around. The vibrating scent of mint was so strong that it took his breath away, making him dizzy.
However, no sensation could surpass the stimulation focused on their dicks. Eun-hwi buried his face in the broad shoulders now damp with sweat, melting into the heat enveloping his entire body.
“Ah… It’s good, hm. Feels good. Yeo Moon-beom…”
He tensed his feet on the floor and wiggled his hips. The thrill was even greater than when he had precariously held a go stone between his fingertips, and he couldn’t stop.
“I thought you said you weren’t a bunny.”
“…Huh?”
“Yet here you are, moving your hips like a rabbit on your own?”
Moon-beom found Eun-hwi’s boldness incredibly cute, instinctively moving his hips in sync with his hand movements, a far cry from when he had been terrified thinking he was ill.
“I’m not, ah, a bunny.”
“Then what are you?”
“A dokk-kaebi.”
“I thought you didn’t want to be a dokkaebi. Only when it suits you, huh?”
His eyes curved gently, filled with amusement. He lightly kissed the yellow eyes that had lost a bit of focus. The half-dokkaebi raised his head, seemingly unsatisfied, and whined.
“Kiss me, Yeo Moon-beom.”
He was slowly reaching his limit. Moon-beom buried his lips in the soft, plump lips and quickly rubbed their pressed dicks together. The back of his hand, with blue veins protruding, shook up and down relentlessly.
With just a brief kiss, he opened a world that humans couldn’t see or feel. What would happen if they went beyond this act?
Surely, they would face an incredible world beyond imagination.
The dokkaebi power flowing in like a waterfall excited him beyond measure. An indescribable pleasure and bloodlust simultaneously shook his entire body.
“Ah, it’s coming now, uh. C-cum, ah!”
Eun-hwi, reaching climax first, trembled all over as he ejaculated. The liquid that emerged from the tip of his dick was darker in color than usual for his frequent wet dreams.
“See? It’s not urine, right?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Is it because you’re still young? Even though you’ve been doing this every day, the color is still dark.”
The intense scent of evening primrose spread around, almost overpowering the sweet smell emanating from his body. Yeo Moon-beom, slightly curling his lips, felt his body become extremely sensitive as if he had taken some drug, and he too climaxed.
“Whew…”
He hadn’t expected to get so excited while fooling around with Eun-hwi. It seemed that unconsciously accumulated desires had built up while he hadn’t been indulging in his hobby of dealing with gamblers.
Moon-beom wiped his palm, stained with semen, on the undergarments he had been sitting on and leaned back to try and raise the slumped Eun-hwi.
“Eun-hwi. Get up.”
“…Ugh.”
“Can’t get up?”
Perhaps due to the after-effects of his first ejaculation, the half-dokkaebi was disoriented and wobbling. Moon-beom couldn’t help but chuckle at the much clearer face despite the situation. With a lingering smile, he held Eun-hwi in his arms to prevent him from falling backward and muttered,
“Looks like we need to do some laundry.”
* * *
On a night when the crescent moon shone eerily beyond the clouds. In the darkness, the wedge-shaped blade glinted a chilling blue. It was a sharp steel blade that seemed capable of felling even the mightiest tree with a single swing.
However, neither the night-eyed beasts of the mountain nor the demons (gui) with their keen sense for human presence could see the axe wrapped in blue flames. The flames blazing in the darkness were fierce yet stealthy.
The demons (gui) gathered on the flat rocks near Yongma Waterfall, chewing on lion’s mane mushrooms like dried squid and chattering among themselves. They were unaware of the dark shadow looming behind them.
Partly because they were engrossed in playing with the colorful and alluring poisonous mushrooms, but also because they lacked the ability to sense the killing intent of a being that had perfectly concealed its presence.
“I heard the crane-faced bastard got his neck sliced clean off?”
“After all that showing off, only to be done in by a human. Serves him right. Hehehe.”
“Tch. Should’ve died outright.”
Yeo Moon-beom looked at them with contemptuous eyes and twisted his lips. Even supernatural beings beyond the mortal realm were no different from lowly humans who rejoiced in others’ misfortunes.
They were incompatible with the half-dokkaebi who genuinely sorrowed and regretted others’ tragedies.
“Hehehe… Should I go and finish tearing him apart? Before he throws a fit about us having fun here?”
“Shut it. Even in that state, a crane-face is still a crane-face. If your hands are that itchy, let’s go play with that half-breed dokkaebi instead.”
“Come to think of it, haven’t seen that mongrel around lately. Did he go and croak somewhere like his old man?”
“I’m bored, shall we go look for him?”
“Hehe. Let’s hit the outhouse first.”
The straw hat-wearing demon rose from his seat, scratching his neck. Standing at least fifteen feet tall, the massive demon staggered on his pole-like legs, intoxicated by the poison of the lion’s mane mushroom.
“Urgh… I’m drunk. Hic!”
With each step, a not-so-hot heat emanated from him. His eyes, blazing like torches, were unfocused with dilated pupils.
The veins on his hand bulged as he gripped the handle made of hard ash wood.
“That annoying, urp, crane-faced bastard, hic! Serves him right, truly serves him right. Kekeke!”
Although he had only taken a few steps, the straw hat demon had already left the mountain god’s domain and reached a valley where yin energy was strongly gathered. The humanoid monster squatted with legs spread, loosening his front collar to prepare for relieving himself.
“My hands are itching too, you know.”
Along with the sudden low voice, the gleam of the axe reflecting moonlight flashed through the air. Just as the straw hat demon was about to turn around while seated, having heard what seemed like an auditory hallucination,
“…Urk!”
The sharp yet thick blade struck down on the straw hat like splitting wood. Suddenly subjected to such tremendous force, the straw hat demon fell forward with a dull metallic sound.
“Die.”
The axe, heavily imbued with dokkaebi energy, plunged into the straw hat demon’s head. Only when the head split like a log, twisting at an angle, did the cruelly smiling human face become visible to the demon’s eyes.
“This… can’t be… Ugh!”
Before he could even attempt a counterattack with his long, sharp nails, the axe slashed down again. In an instant, the tattered body crumbled and scattered, turning into black ash carried away by the wind.
The soul formed of demonic energy had been struck and annihilated.
Ash darker than the night’s darkness swirled like a whirlwind before disappearing. As if lamenting its inability to even leave behind a vengeful spirit.
Only after the last speck of ash had dispersed did the calmness seep back into the black eyes that had been shining intensely with boiling killing intent.
“Now three… no, four left…”
The night ghost, the dream ghost, the dusk ghost, and the crane-face.
They were the ones who had tormented Eun-hwi for a long time, making him give up on living as a dokkaebi.
Just as he needed to experiment with how much power he could use depending on the level of skinship, Yeo Moon-beom recalled Eun-hwi’s story.
As if they weren’t already irritating enough, he decided to test the divine power he had gained on them.
The more combat experience he had, the more it would help in the upcoming battle with the fox monster. No training could compare to actual combat.
Yeo Moon-beom, holding the axe with its fading flames, took out his phone from his pocket with his other hand to check the time.
He had left the house around 11:30 after soaking the laundry in cold water. Now, with the minute hand having made a full rotation since then, it seemed the effective duration of the dokkaebi power that had flowed through his entire body was roughly thirty minutes to an hour.
It was far from enough time to behead the black fox and completely cut off Chairman Jang Gitae’s breath.
“This. A month won’t be enough.”
The day set for breaking ground on the resort construction was approaching. The pressing time made him anxious, but not so much that he would recklessly handle the unknowing Eun-hwi.
The boy was so vulnerable to stimulation that he had fainted just from fooling around.
He needed to give time for adaptation to their ‘play’ that they would enjoy together, as he couldn’t risk any adverse effects from pushing too hard under the pretext of gaining power.
Sensing the need for drastic measures, Yeo Moon-beom moved his thumb to compose a message. The recipient was Park Jeongbae.
Tomorrow 10 AM gathering
Interim check scheduled
After sending the message, Yeo Moon-beom raised his head and gazed long at the sheer cliff and the semicircular moon.
Was it because of the dokkaebi power that had drained away, leaving his fingertips feeling empty? Or was it dissatisfaction at having taken out only one of them?
He wanted to caress those cheeks, soft as rice cakes, while looking into those two eyes shining brighter than the moon.
Strangely, he didn’t crave the round candy that resembled fox beads. Just by burying his lips in that skin with its fine, soft down, he could enjoy the sweet taste of candy.
