INV 8

However, even after he had finished ejaculating those two times, the sadistic sexual encounter continued as if he were washing his mouth of any promises.

“Three times…!”

“I can’t hear you well. What did you say?”

“I said, I came… ugh! Again…!”

“You have to speak properly for me to hear you, don’t you?”

“Nng, ugh.”

“Now you’re just being like this.”

Kwon Yihyeon knew he was losing it unlike his usual self, but he didn’t feel like correcting it. Was it because it was his first time having sex? His desire was uncontrollable. Whether it was Jae Angshin or a yokai, he didn’t give a damn; he just wanted to keep gouging him with his cock.

Before that, he wanted to wreck him with his hands and turn him into a pitiful mess who would cry just from the insertion alone.

Kwon Yihyeon, who had poked the cock-hole to the point where it felt a bit excessive, smiled broadly even as he looked at the half-senseless, convulsing Chacha with a look of feigned awkwardness.

The fact that he still wanted to poke him even after seeing such a sight meant normal sex was over for him. For the sake of his partners, Kwon Yihyeon must never have sex with anyone other than Chacha. In an era where human life expectancy is a hundred years, a lifelong restriction had been created. It was fucking shitty, yet ecstatic.

Kwon Yihyeon slowly slid down Chacha’s body and discovered the broken cock standing stiffly and dripping thin, watery fluid, so he slapped it hard with his palm thwack. At that, Chacha’s limbs convulsed without a sound. Thin cock-water was squeezed out as if he were being milked. Kwon Yihyeon quietly watched the shivers of the curled toes before finally grabbing Chacha’s pelvis and taking a position.

“I’ll give you one last chance. If you say you don’t want to right now, I won’t poke you.”

“…”

Both Kwon Yihyeon and Chacha knew. Chacha was awake right now.

But it seemed Chacha liked being treated this way.

Confirming the slight curl of the lips, Kwon Yihyeon aligned his glans with the hole.

And then he rammed it in with all his might.

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“Was it good?”

Upon hearing that question, Kwon Yihyeon wanted to die a little.

The reason wasn’t because Chacha left Kwon Yihyeon’s embrace as soon as the sex ended as if he hadn’t been tired at all, nor because he lit a long pipe with a bored look before that, nor because he let out a hollow, thick breath and stained the room’s wallpaper with tobacco smoke. It wasn’t because he felt the roles had somehow been reversed.

It was because he couldn’t deny that question he threw, knowing the answer full well—the question of whether it was good.

While Kwon Yihyeon was thinking of a reasonably cool and prickly response, Chacha left Kwon Yihyeon with light steps. It was he who had ruthlessly violated Chacha, but Kwon Yihyeon somehow felt as if he had been used and tossed away after losing his purity, and he approached the window. He didn’t know what kind of Jae Angshin the other was, but he was already disaster enough for his life. If Kwon Yihyeon had to keep taking responsibility for Chacha, he would continue to grab that white body in the future and do what he did earlier…

If a cold wind hadn’t whipped his cheek just then because the window opened, Kwon Yihyeon’s imagination would have taken flight even further, and his body, having no tact, would have quietly prepared for a new event again. Fortunately for Kwon Yihyeon, who was already soaked in self-loathing, it ended with his face just flushing a little. By the time Kwon Yihyeon sat back down on the bed irritably, the warmth Chacha had left beside him had almost vanished.

‘Was it good? Is that even a question?’

To be honest, it was good. In the end, it was he who had been swept up in lust and pushed forward recklessly.

‘But why am I so annoyed?’

Ultimately, he could not find the answer.

Instead, around the time he was becoming anxious about the fact that Chacha had left him alone for too long for a new bride who had spent his first night, a friend called him for a quick drink.

Kwon Yihyeon didn’t know if this was allowed.

So he tried to ask his relatives, but everyone seemed to be gathered at the shrine as if they didn’t want to interfere with Kwon Yihyeon and Chacha’s sleeping arrangements.

Wow. Should he call this unpleasant, or should he be grateful?

Even if he thought about going in to ask, the shrine always aroused a sacred yet nauseating atmosphere in Kwon Yihyeon.

Ever since he was a child, Kwon Yihyeon truly hated that scent of incense.

Thinking that way, his thoughts naturally flowed like a rogue. In any case, he had fulfilled his “duty” to Chacha, and no one told Kwon Yihyeon what more he had to do. Isn’t this enough for today? What Kwon Yihyeon needed was a hazy mind and a silly laugh. That damn fox guy would find him and bother him later on his own anyway. It wasn’t as if Kwon Yihyeon was in a position where he had to beg for sex. Seeing him wandering around just fine on his own, it’s not like he has separation anxiety!

So, Kwon Yihyeon made the major decision to descend the great mountain in the middle of the night.

…To be honest, he almost died a few times from slipping.

However, for some reason, he managed to get down alive thanks to strange and mysterious luck, such as tree vines catching his ankle before he fell off a cliff.

But even after taking a taxi from the goddamn big mountain to the city, Kwon Yihyeon felt uneasy. It wasn’t just because the taxi driver tentatively asked, “Did you climb that mountain to commit suicide?” and then blurted out things like, “Well, you still have to live,” when Kwon Yihyeon didn’t answer.

Even standing in a busy district, he felt as if the mist unique to the big mountain was wrapped around his entire body, and the fact that the people here didn’t know about the disaster that had befallen him was so terrible he couldn’t stand it. He felt like his head was going to explode. Kwon Yihyeon wanted to shout something. His life had been flipped upside down, yet everyone was peacefully enjoying the city’s prosperity. The moment he wanted to scream, “Does this make any sense?”

“Hey! Kwon Yihyeon! Over here!”

“…”

“Why are you spacing out? You’re always chugging alcohol here.”

As soon as Kwon Yihyeon saw his friend’s face, he felt a sudden sense of calm that was so strange and unfamiliar he almost wanted to run away from this spot. However, the smell of pork ribs wafting from the shop next door was incredible today…

The friend, who finally succeeded in seating Kwon Yihyeon and ordering seasoned pork ribs and soju, asked as soon as the soju filled the glass to the brim.

“I heard a massive rumor going around about you. Is it true?”

“What kind of nonsense did you hear?”

It was a voice so irritable he even surprised himself.

But in reality, it was a very difficult question to answer.

There were several massive rumors in Kwon Yihyeon’s life.

First, the most troublesome one was the false rumor that Kwon Yihyeon was involved with gangsters. Since he was the child of a shaman, after all, people whose identities he’d rather not know often frequented his house or suddenly acted like they knew him. One of his college friends must have misunderstood something significant after seeing that. This false rumor was currently Kwon Yihyeon’s biggest headache, and since he could feel his close classmates subtly avoiding him or acting scared of him, he was in a state where some action was needed.

The next headache was, naturally, Chacha. Kwon Yihyeon had become Jae Angshin’s contractor without even knowing why. He didn’t know much about this world, but would the life of ‘Jae Angshin’s contractor’ actually be smooth? The friend sitting in front of him, Park Seongjun, was also from a shaman family, and unlike Kwon Yihyeon who had lived normally, that one was already a baksu-mudang who had received a spiritual initiation. That meant he was someone who had known from the start that things like these gods and yokai actually existed. That was likely why he was asking.

‘No, wait a minute.’

Does that mean these crazy events have already been rumored all over the neighborhood?

‘Does everyone even know about the “duty” I have to perform for Chacha?’

Fuck. You’re telling me the news about a Jae Angshin with a ridiculous name like Chacha spread that fast and reached his ears?

‘In the time it took to do night work just once?’

Kwon Yihyeon downed a shot of soju to shake off the terrible thoughts. However, far from getting drunk, his mind only became sharper.

Park Seongjun, who was watching that sight, must have guessed something as he let out a sigh.

“Anyone who makes shamanism their profession had no choice but to know that ‘it’ had opened its eyes. We simply… felt it. I know it sounds like some cult talk. But listen to me. Because now you have to understand too.”

“…”

Kwon Yihyeon, who had been poking at the meat with tongs so it wouldn’t burn, immediately poured another shot of soju. And he silently downed it in one gulp.

“Well… the eyes that see ghosts are commonly called the Spirit Eye, right? The third eye, the Ajna chakra—call it whatever you want. It doesn’t matter as long as you can understand. Since it’s not a sense limited to vision once you cross over to ‘this world’ anyway. It would be correct to call it a sixth sense that goes beyond the five senses. Or rather, ‘spiritual inspiration’ would be more accurate.”

“So?”

Park Seongjun answered in a somewhat slow and unclear tone.