Chapter warning: this chapter contains scenes of sexual content. Please be warned before proceeding.
Tae-eun frantically struggled, but there was no escape under his large frame. Unlike earlier, when he was just teasing her verbally, his quickly probing fingers had her terrified.
“Ah, damn…”
Ji Hyun-ho’s irritable demeanor certainly didn’t help to ease her tension. She covered her face with both hands, now contorted in distress. He slowly withdrew his fingers, brushing back his bangs.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, his broad chest heaving noticeably. He leaned towards her, gently stroking his aroused self from below the belly button.
“Sorry. Don’t cry.”
He whispered, kissing the back of her hand. Her hand moved aside, revealing her large, tear-filled eyes reflecting his panting image.
Suddenly, the weighty tip of his shaft was rubbed against her slick opening. The dizzying sensation made him frown, and she bit her lip. He left a careful kiss on her tightly pursed lips. Her lips parted smoothly. As his tongue slithered into her mouth, his sizable head also roamed, slipping between the moist folds.
Wet sounds filled the air. Her thighs, previously tense, gradually spread open. His swollen cock had nudged its way slightly inside her.
Ji Hyun-ho, without stopping the kisses, gradually tried to enter further. The pressure squeezing him from the entrance was intense. He wanted to nibble on her plump lips.
“Phew…”
Tae-eun clenched her eyes shut and sucked on his tongue. She seemed to brace herself against the impending pain. It was painful because of him, yet she clung to him. He couldn’t find anything more endearing.
“Ugh…”
Only the tip was in, yet her face was pale with agony. Normally, Ji Hyun-ho would have put on his kind mask and worried about her, but now he was thinking only of pushing a bit more, even as he heard her sobbing.
The tense woman clenched her thighs again. The inner walls that enveloped him also tightened. She couldn’t hold back her tears, much like he couldn’t stop the semen that trickled, making its way through the tight space inside.
He continued to look down at the woman, still sucking on his tongue and sobbing. It was pitiful, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. His jawline was prominently tense.
“Ah!”
Ji Hyun-ho thrust forcefully, making a loud thump, as his thick head reached the deepest part instantly. She screamed, trembling as if her body was being torn apart.
“Hooh… sorry.”
He had nothing else to say but apologies. Holding her small body, he tried not to thrust harshly anymore.
Even though he was not moving, his embedded cock still twitched on its own. It felt as though the most sensitive part was being pressed down by dense, warm water. That sensation alone clouded his mind.
He wondered if those who were charmed by him felt this way.
Manipulating people’s minds was his instinct. Like eating when one was hungry, he feasted on people’s clear reason instead of food.
He had once tampered with the dreams of an official sent to Jeju Island, watching him offer sacrifices to an odd shrine to pass the dull time, and had even led soldiers, who dared invade his domain to bury a civilian’s body, to hang themselves.
Eventually, he got bored of it all and slept for decades.
Then, he found a girl who was immune to his illusions. Despite their eyes meeting, she neither surrendered her reason nor stopped shrieking until she fainted. Ji Hyun-ho sat up and looked down at her damp face. Her eyes, now calm and tear-free, followed him. He remained still, meeting her gaze with a loosened expression.
He then gently stroked her wet hair with a tender touch. Erasing the memories contained in that head seemed to be the best solution after all.
Song Tae-eun had forgotten even the memories she shared with the original owner of this body, partly due to his spitefulness. There was no need for her to feel sorry about that, but he never mentioned it. From the beginning, he lacked any conscience, even enough to exploit her kind nature.
“How about now? Feeling a bit better?”
“Yes, but…”
She hesitated, her lips quivering. He leaned in to listen as her soft voice emerged.
“Is it normal to feel this full?”
His arm, which had been supporting him on the mattress, nearly buckled. He exhaled sharply, looking at her innocent face, and gently stroked her lower abdomen.
“Does it feel like it’s being filled up here?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“It feels like I’ve eaten four servings of marinated ribs, a bowl of soybean paste stew, and cold noodles all by myself.”
Ji Hyun-ho chuckled, shaking his shoulders, which caused the head of his cock to twitch inside her. Her body stiffened and squeezed him tighter.
“I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”
Tae-eun looked up at him uncertainly, but he smiled faintly and enveloped her in his arms. As her soft chest was pressed flat against his pectorals, he lifted his waist.
“Ah!”
She clung desperately to his neck as if she might roll off the bed otherwise. He was pleased by her actions and hummed with satisfaction. His movements were short and rapid. A soft moan began to escape from her as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. He carefully observed her reactions, preparing to delve deeper.
Her insides were incomparably warm, moist, and sticky, far beyond what he had vaguely imagined. As he had told her, he wanted to stay inside this skin until it was bruised and peeled. He wanted to lose his reason like those he had once enchanted, to thrust mindlessly. He wanted to remain buried in this cozy haven for a long time.
However, he needed to remember once more the purpose of this sex. He recalled why he had crafted elaborate dreams to lower her defenses since the day they reunited.
“Hoo…”
He licked her ear, just like in the dream she had this dawn, and she gripped his hair tightly.
It didn’t matter how she treated him. As long as she kept looking into his eyes, whether his hair was pulled out or he had to endure the presence of a disturbing spirit within his domain, those things were not major issues.
He had realized over a long time of observation that having memories alone and unilaterally watching someone was quite painful.
“Uh…”
The woman shrunk her shoulders, trying to avoid the overwhelming sensations. He moved his lips to draw her plump lower lip out, exposing the red mucous membrane to the air.
Ji Hyun-ho thrust his tongue roughly inside her and lifted his waist forcefully. He reached the deepest part in an instant. He exhaled a cold breath in that state.
“Ah, ah…”
She shivered to the bone-chilling coldness, but it was only a momentary discomfort. Soon, he would warm her up. She had to repeat this process several times.
The deeper the contact, the better. If a kiss only slightly diminished the influence of the attached evil spirit, then sex could easily rid her of at least one such spirit.
That was the priority over his excitement.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
“Oohh…”
Ji Hyun-ho soothed the trembling woman, repeating the same process. He felt the concentrated evil spirit gradually dissipating. Although it was just one, the burden she was carrying would surely lighten.
He gently shook his hips and released. Simultaneously, he sensed the vanishing spirit’s energy throughout his body. The exhausted woman gaped and blinked her heavy eyelids.
“Hyun-ho.”
“Yes, Noona.”
“My body feels weird.”
“How does it feel weird?”
“I think I’ve lost about 5 kilograms…”
A deep smile appeared on his lips. He gently stroked her hair.
“You can sleep now. I’ll wake you up later.”
He whispered as he kissed her forehead. She slowly nodded off to sleep.
As he carefully moved back to avoid waking her, the hideous, fluid-covered shaft was revealed. Bright red blood was also flowing down its length.
Tsk, he clicked his tongue as he inspected the area between her legs. He then hurried to fill the bathtub with warm water. It was fortunate that she had fallen asleep; had she seen this with her own eyes, she might have fainted.
Ji Hyun-ho carefully picked her up and entered the bathroom quietly. He seated her between his firm thighs and wrapped his thick arms tightly around her. He was almost worried that her soft skin might dissolve right there in the water.
Earlier, Song Tae-eun had mentioned feeling full, but now it was his turn to feel filled. Holding her like this filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction that reached all the way to his throat.
People often talk about joy and sorrow, but he had only guessed at these feelings; he had never truly experienced them. What usually filled him was his obsession with his territory, his desire to possess his belongings and his annoyance at intruders.
That’s why, after meeting her again, he often encountered unfamiliar emotions. He assumed they were influenced by the memories the body held, but now, it seemed like it was genuinely his own feeling.
After all, the original Ji Hyun-ho had died at six.
The person who had just made love to her was himself.
So, this sense of fulfillment was truly his own, having finally claimed her.
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T/N: this is kinda fucked up. not gonna lie. more fucked up scenes in the next chapter!
