INV 60

In Chinese anecdotes, Xi Shi was called “Sinking Fish” because the fish in the river, upon seeing her, were so entranced by her beauty that they forgot to swim and sank.

Wang Zhaojun was called “Falling Goose” because, upon seeing geese flying by, she played the pipa out of sorrow at leaving her hometown; the geese, captivated by her beauty upon hearing her performance, forgot to flap their wings and plummeted to the earth.

When Diaochan looked at the moon in a flower garden, a piece of cloud obscured the moon, leading an observer to remark, “The moon has hidden behind the clouds out of shame,” hence “Shaming the Moon.”

As Yang Guifei strolled, her fingertips brushed a flower, and because that flower curled its petals in shame at her beauty, she was called “Shaming Flowers.”

No matter how great a beauty one is, one cannot boast of beauty that bloomed in ancient times before the camera was invented to the present day. Thus, they continue to shine into the present through anecdotes and stories passed down through generations.

To put it conversely, that which is not spoken of is forgotten. Such is the providence of history and the natural order of time.

If Chacha wishes to remain in history, he too needs a story. Does Chacha possess a story rivaling those who caused nations to crumble?

‘Of course. Forget a nation; I brought the world to ruin.’

However, that is a story that cannot be told. No storyteller speaks of him. His history and his deeds have been erased, and now, the ghost story of a certain Jae Angshin who supposedly nearly annihilated the Celestial Realm ten thousand years ago is only whispered among those involved in shamanism.

The majority of the populace does not know him. Just as the world of the occult is not known to the general public.

Because the spiritual world is terribly perilous for ordinary people, The Jade Emperor gave them the opportunity to remember eerie superstitions merely as superstitions. Specifically, He left no evidence of the spiritual world behind. Should evidence remain, He erased their memories.

That was the providence and the natural order. Therefore, it was only natural that Chacha was not spoken of. Because the Celestial Realm kept quiet about their shameful past, which was like a dirty secret, he became an even more forgotten existence. An ancient spiritual being that is not spoken of or remembered deserves to fade away, but as the Jae Angshin is the very embodiment of an anomaly… Chacha neither faded nor perished. He simply remained forever as an impure existence.

And he has lived until the present day.

‘As expected, as intended, as desired.’

In this era, the camera has been invented. Thus, if Chacha wished, he could remain in history as much as he liked. However, what Chacha truly desired was not to leave behind a great name to be passed down through generations. Such fame could be sufficiently satisfied by raiding the Celestial Realm once more. What Chacha truly desired was simply a heart. He wished only to remain as an ineradicable meaning in one person’s heart.

In truth, because that was even more difficult than engraving one’s name in history, Chacha decided to remain as a momentary pleasure. He decided to pin him down so he couldn’t move, play with him, and tantalize him. He did not feel secure just because he had taken the first time. What was so special about the memory of losing one’s virginity? To be remembered as an extraordinary sexual encounter, the partner must be exceptionally good, love must be added, or it must be an insanely ecstatic affair.

Thus, Chacha decided to gift him an insanely ecstatic affair.

That was the reason Kwon Yihyeon opened his eyes in an unfamiliar place.

“Where… am I?”

The surroundings were dark. A single dim light bulb hung precariously from the ceiling overhead, but a single light source was insufficient to illuminate the entire space. Kwon Yihyeon judged this place to be a large, empty room or a warehouse. The basis for his guess was the ceiling. The height was so great he wondered if there was a second floor, giving it an open feel.

When he turned his head, he saw a wall of mirrors lining the area behind his back. Kwon Yihyeon was startled by the sight of his own image reflected repeatedly, then tried to remain calm. Chacha was in front of him, and behind Chacha was a chair. In the vast space not blocked by mirrors, a single chair sat all alone. Two people, but only one chair. He was suspicious of the intent behind the design of the space.

Kwon Yihyeon spoke while slightly tense.

“I asked… where this is.”

“Is that important?”

Chacha replied with a beaming smile. Then, leaning against Kwon Yihyeon as if putting his weight on him, he whispered in his ear.

“What’s important is that there’s no one here…”

A heat like a brand was imprinted on his ear. Just as Kwon Yihyeon instinctively tried to cover his earlobe with his fingers, Chacha’s knuckles gripped Kwon Yihyeon’s shoulders. A strong grip turned Kwon Yihyeon around. Coming to his senses, Kwon Yihyeon realized he was now in the spot where Chacha had been standing a moment ago, and he was pushed down into the chair. Into that very single chair that had been behind Chacha until just now.

“Bridegroom?”

“You were sexy this time.”

“What?”

Kwon Yihyeon wanted to ask, “Pardon me?”, but as Chacha sat sideways on Kwon Yihyeon’s lap and let his long silver hair fall over the nape of his neck, his reason flew away. In an instant, his cheeks flushed and heat circulated through his entire body. And Chacha, looking down intently at Kwon Yihyeon with deep eyes, moved his lips.

“I said you were sexy.”

“What… what do you mean by that?”

But instead of answering, Chacha moved his fingers, and soon after, a sharp metallic sound resonated. Clink. Kwon Yihyeon reacted a beat late and lowered his head. He saw silver handcuff loops caught on his forearms. “What is this.” He was watching with both eyes wide open, yet, clink. The other side was fastened to the armrest of the chair.

Kwon Yihyeon, suddenly bound to the chair and handcuffs, glared at Chacha as if demanding an explanation, and Chacha laughed clearly, like the sound of jade beads rolling.

“It’s cute that you’re triumphant when you hold the initiative, but today’s event is service, Yihyeon. And devoted service at that.”

“Yes, that’s true. So I should be providing the service…”

“You melting me down is for your own benefit.”

“…”

Hearing that, it wasn’t exactly wrong, so Kwon Yihyeon clamped his mouth shut as if he had eaten honey.

Chacha burst into a pleasant laugh, as if he knew perfectly well that he would admit it readily.

“If it’s service, you should do something that’s good for me.”

“What should I do…?”

Kwon Yihyeon looked up at Chacha tentatively, and Chacha, sitting astride his young bridegroom’s thighs, tucked his long hair behind his ear and declared brightly.

“Become a dildo. Kwon Yihyeon.”

“…”

Kwon Yihyeon couldn’t respond at all for a moment. Then, he slowly asked back.

“Pardon?”

“That’s today’s mission.”

Chacha laughed loudly. Then, with a light gesture like an orchestral conductor, he secured Kwon Yihyeon’s remaining arm and legs to the chair with handcuffs. Kwon Yihyeon still hadn’t processed the situation, but in the next moment, everything changed rapidly. Chacha reached out his fingertip and, with a well-groomed nail, flick, undid the coat string.

Thud, the white long robe fell to the floor. Kwon Yihyeon looked up at Chacha with a dazed face, and Chacha was now targeting him with a seductive gaze, the smile gone from his lips. The moment he thought he might be possessed by those red eyes, the collar inside the robe, flick, came loose. His chest was revealed beneath his white neck. Flick, flick, flick, every time a button fastened up to the neck was undone one by one, pure white skin was revealed. Having undone all the buttons, Chacha took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, thud. The gaze fixed on Kwon Yihyeon did not waver in the slightest.

Now the blood was rushing to Kwon Yihyeon’s head so much he felt dizzy.

Chacha was smiling as if he had expected as much.

“I’ll let it slide if you masturbate to me. Yihyeon.”

“Please. Let’s talk after you undo this.”

“Ah, you’re tied up, aren’t you?”

“Undo it, please…”

“Watch closely. I’ll forgive you even if you dare to use this body as side dishes…”

Vulgar words. Words that grated on the ears. Had someone else blurted them out, he would have glared at them for being filthy, but just because Chacha pronounced them, Kwon Yihyeon was stimulated. The fact that the speaker was Chacha, by that alone.

It was a trivial reason, to the point of hurting his pride. At the same time, it was a reason so rational he wondered what else could possibly be the reason. A Jae Angshin who has lived for over ten thousand years is willing to endure such vulgar words just for me; if not this, then what…

Thud, rattle.

Chacha stood up. His trousers slid down his thighs. Now the monster was naked.

His pure white, glowing body felt dazzling.

Veins popped out on Kwon Yihyeon’s forearms. Rattle. Rattle. The handcuffs rubbed against the armrests of the chair, making friction noises. If only those damn handcuffs weren’t there, he would be kissing that body and thrusting into the deepest part.

“Fuck…”

His suppressed desire was being refracted, craving something even more violent. Does he even know what he has awakened? Though his raw desire turned into a blatant gaze and felt up the naked body, Chacha instead lifted Kwon Yihyeon’s chin with his fingertip as if to provoke him. He laughed lowly and even went so far as to kiss Kwon Yihyeon’s eyes—where broken capillaries were about to appear from his excitement—as if he were cute.

Kwon Yihyeon obsessively indulged in everything about Chacha with eyes that had turned dry from the rising heat.

And he realized what Chacha wanted.

The bride was wishing. For the bridegroom to submit… To kneel before the pleasure he gave.

That was truly an easy task. He only had to open his chest and show his heart.

He only had to reveal the raw desire hidden in his depths.

To think that you will handle me to your heart’s content.

“Please, do something to me…”

Rather than service, was this not actually a miracle…? Kwon Yihyeon moistened his dry lips with his tongue.

Foreseeing the coming pleasure and feeling half-elated.

“Don’t be impatient, my young bridegroom.”

And Chacha laughed while looking down at “his.” At the pitiful man who had melted sweetly into desire.

“I’m going to eat you up.”

White hair descended over Kwon Yihyeon’s shoulders.

Soon, the two shadows overlapped.