TCGAD 26

“What are you talking about, I’m worried about you.”

“What?”

As if he had heard something unexpected, Bulkan’s eyes opened wider than usual.

“You said you were worried about me?”

And then, he let out a loud euhaha! and started laughing. He seemed to find it so funny that he rolled on the ground, pounding the floor of the square with his fists, kwang kwang. For a moment, with the heat flaring up all over my body, I just stood to one side, looking down at him. I bit my lower lip hard.

“There’s a limit to making fun of people, to do this to someone who says they’re worried… huh?”

Bulkan pushed the table away with one arm. Wajangchang! The plates shattered, making a loud noise. He snatched my waist, put me on the table, and sat me in front of him. I’ll say it again, the clothes I was wearing were just a piece of cloth wrapped around my body, so I had no underwear. I could feel something dangling inside like a bell, and my cheeks flushed hot.

“What are you doing, all of a sudden.”

He suddenly pressed his forehead against mine. Even with that simple gesture, I was pushed back with a tung. The searing heat was vividly transmitted through our touching skin.

“I wouldn’t mind smashing my head against yours and dying!”

“What?”

If such a thing were to happen, the one who would die would not be Bulkan, but me, of course. It wasn’t like an egg hitting a rock; it was a rock charging at an egg, so the impact would be even more severe.

“Shall we die together?!”

At his sudden shout, I was about to ask what kind of nonsense he was spouting now, but Bulkan rushed at me with his throat wide open. He poured on a sloppy kiss. He acted as if he would not just s**k my tongue but swallow it whole. The root of my tongue was pulled so hard it felt like it would be ripped out. He l**ked my gums as he pleased and even lightly scraped my tongue with his sharp molars.

“Eum, haah.”

And then he m**ned, saying how much better he felt.

“…Eut, heu… I can’t breathe.”

It really felt like I was being eaten whole. In the end, even my chin was thoroughly soaked and dripping. Tuk tuk, his saliva dripped onto my knees. I was panting, trying to catch my breath, when his blazing gaze poured onto my face. At the unprompted, sticky kiss, gasps of heok burst from those around us. Naturally, all eyes were drawn to us. I pounded on Bulkan’s chest with my fists, tung tung. My lips finally broke free, and I let out a sharp breath.

“This body wants to s**k your n**ples.”

At his blunt words, my face flushed hot. It had been quite a while since we had been intimate, in case it might harm the baby in my womb. The doctor did say that I had entered the stable period, so it was okay to have se-sexual relations.

Tomorrow was the day of an important match. I gasped for breath like a fish pulled out onto land, my gills flapping. My chest was pounding.

“Don’t get hurt.”

I knew that even if he got a scratch, he would be able to recover. Nevertheless, it’s not like he couldn’t feel pain at all….

A dark scar, like a snake crawling, still remained on Bulkan’s abdomen. Every time I saw it, my heart ached as if I had been stabbed myself, and my eyelids would grow hot.

I can’t tell you how much I regretted it after Bulkan rashly threw his hat into the ring for the Olympian Games. …If only I hadn’t spilled the wine on that guy’s body at the agora, this wouldn’t have happened. Furthermore, if only I had properly stopped Bulkan, who was furious as a fire, things wouldn’t have gone awry like this.

“Really, don’t get hurt.”

I hoped that Bulkan wouldn’t get a single scratch.

The day I prayed would not come dawned. When Bulkan entered the square, the heat in the stadium grew even hotter. Kill him, beat him with your fists, break his legs…. and other words of an unbelievable level followed. The people surrounded the two athletes in a circle, and all sorts of violent chants poured out from the surroundings. Everyone seemed to have bet a large sum of money, as they were intoxicated with immense excitement.

I bit my lower lip hard. Seeing him standing face to face with his opponent like that, my eyes kept stinging as if Bulkan had become a fighting dog again.

Under the sun, which was so hot it felt strange, his ever-threatening n**ed body shone golden.

“Kraaaah!”

Bulkan disciplined himself by beating both sides of his chest with his fists. It was hard to believe that such a cruel game was so popular.

Was it thanks to the promise he made with me yesterday? Throughout the journey to the final match, Bulkan did not get a single scratch. His opponents couldn’t even land a punch on Bulkan’s face and repeatedly rolled onto the ground and fell.

“Waaah, kill him!”

At Bulkan’s momentum as he pushed forward with irresistible force, his competitors fell like bowling pins hit by a bowling ball. The sprawling competitors were dragged away by other people.

Now, all that was left was the final match. As fate would have it, the only match remaining was against the champion of the previous year and the year before that, that d**ned b**t**d.

“Euaaaaaak!”

Demetrius, who was standing in front, shouted loudly, showing off. He was pounding the ground with his fists like King Kong, kwang kwang. But something caught my eye.

“What is that?”

As I muttered to myself, information flowed from the side, typical of the people of this country who love to show off their knowledge. It was Nicholas.

“It’s a caestus, isn’t it? Isn’t it cool? It’s a caestus made by my uncle. A very terrifying thing.”

From his hand to his wrist, it was covered in leather. Good heavens, there were blades embedded in it. If he were hit with something like that, Bulkan’s body would surely get a scratch. Of course, Bulkan was very strong, half a god, and immortal. However, in this event, the loser almost always died, they said. No matter what, it wouldn’t be easy for a person to kill another person, so he might be using some kind of trick. Given that big guy’s vile personality, there might even be poison on those blades.

I looked at Bulkan’s abdomen. I looked at the scar that remained, as if a snake were burrowing into his body, and asked a question.

“I-is there no way to surrender?”

Nicholas showed me his index finger.

“You can raise your finger in the middle of the match. But that’s tantamount to social suicide in this society.”

A voice suddenly popped out from somewhere and joined the conversation.

“There’s no idiot like that idiot! A real man would rather die honorably in the match!”

That’s right, that’s right! Cheers of agreement erupted from here and there. It seemed that if you gave up in the middle of the match, you were publicly treated as an idiot. It was a fight that Bulkan, who lived for form and died for face, would never give up on. My temples ached, and I put my hand to my forehead.

“That fucking b**t**d, is he crazy to be so cheap, really.”

I unknowingly shouted at Demetrius in Korean and pushed through the crowd to the front. I was jostled here and there by the frenzied crowd, but my only thought was that I had to inform the referee of this fact quickly.

“Referee!”

The referee, holding a large staff in his hand, turned to look at me. To think this was a game where they had to subdue the competitors with something like that. They were truly, utterly insane.

“Look at what’s wrapped around that opponent’s hand!”

The referee’s eyes followed my finger, then traveled up my arm.

“Is there a problem?”

For a moment, I wondered if there was something wrong with this b**t**d’s eyesight. On the soil of the Republic of Korea in the 21st century, there were countless people who wore glasses because their eyesight had worsened from playing computer games secretly in the dark without their parents’ knowledge or from excessive smartphone use.

In a place like this, without a single common electronic device, I really couldn’t understand why they had put such a guy in the referee’s seat. I could feel the waves of the crowd continuously pushing me from behind. I swayed like a water plant helplessly fluttering in the current, yet I continuously expressed my sense of injustice.

“I’m telling you, there are blades embedded in that b**t**d’s hand! If the opponent gets hurt by that… isn’t it a foul? You must stop the match immediately!”

The referee burst out into a hearty laugh, euhaha.

“Hey! Where’s the foul in this joyous Olympian Games?”

Laughter also erupted from the current that was continuously pushing me from behind. All the spectators were mad with interest. For a moment, all the strength drained from my body, and my shoulders slumped.

I realized that further words would be useless and was pushed back. The referee lowered his staff, then raised it up again. The match, a contest of death, began.

In fact, the outcome was already as good as decided. It was just a matter of how effectively Bulkan would beat his opponent.

“Kid, were you waiting for me to be gentle with you?”

Demetrius sneered, tapping his blade-embedded fists together, tak tak. Then, like a bull seeing a red cloth, he rushed at Bulkan. A monstrous cry filled the square.

“Guaaaaah!”

Bulkan, like a Greek stone statue fixed to the spot, just stood there and watched.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds…. Every scene flowed in slow motion. Demetrius’s fist flying nimbly, and Bulkan, tilting his head to avoid the heavy fist, then mercilessly planting his own fist into his opponent’s face.

Ujikkeun! I could really hear the sound of his nose bone breaking.

As if he had been knocked out instantly, the opponent stiffened like a log and fell backward, spread-eagled. Kuung, a huge roar echoed throughout the square.

What on earth just happened? A cold silence swept through the stands for a moment. It had happened so quickly that everyone seemed too busy to grasp what had happened.

And then, a cheer like a victory cry of waaaah flowed out. The opponent was already knocked out and rolling on the ground of the square, and the referee was joyfully shouting Bulkan’s victory.

However, Bulkan, like someone possessed, strode over to the prone opponent, raised his fist, and repeatedly beat the opponent’s g**in.

“Kuok, ku-eok, keuak!”

At that gruesome sight, the high-pitched cheers turned into groans of eu-eu. Everyone’s face turned pale, and seeing them all clutching the space between their legs, it seemed they had put themselves in his situation.

The competitors, who had been gathered like a herd of bulls, had all fallen, and the only one left standing alone in the stadium was Bulkan.

The heat of the Olympian Games, which had lasted for several days, continued even after the games were over. The square was filled with excitement, and in the midst of it, the awards ceremony continued.

The winner was given an earthenware jar and a laurel wreath. Despite being the one who had proudly achieved victory in front of everyone and received a great deal of cheers, Bulkan was as impassive as ever.

“I recognized him! He’s my friend!”

On the contrary, Nicholas was making an even bigger fuss. Perhaps he was deeply emotionally invested, as he shouted waaah and encouraged the crowd to cheer. Leaving Nicholas, who had suddenly become Bulkan’s best friend, behind, we returned to the chariot.

I, still intoxicated with excitement, looked into the jar. I had wondered why there was a savory and sweet scent coming from it, and it turned out to be full of olive oil. Bulkan took the laurel wreath he had been holding loosely in his hand and placed it on my head. My bangs were pressed down by the laurel wreath, and my vision became slightly blurry.

And Bulkan’s eyes, visible through my hair. Those two eyes were blazing fiercely at me.

“You are to my liking.”

In the world of the extraordinarily self-confident Bulkan, being to his liking was the highest form of expression. It was Bulkan’s way of saying I was very pretty. I had nothing to say, so I raised one corner of my mouth and smiled.

“What is that called?”

“What?”

“Your lips, the thing hanging at the end of them.”

Bulkan’s thumb caught on the corner of my mouth with a teok.

“Ah….”

My lips trembled. But the small breath failed to form a word and scattered faintly like an afterimage. Hoo, hoo. As I only blew out air, Bulkan mocked me.

“You don’t know?”

A smile or a laugh. There was no way Bulkan would ask about such simple words because he didn’t know them. But he asked as if there was a special name just for me, and for some reason, my tongue felt like it was turning to mush. That was why my lips wouldn’t part. I couldn’t say anything at all.

“…That is.”

Because of his eyes that demanded an answer without fail, my face flushed as if I had been overworked all day in broad daylight. Thump thump. My heart began to beat as if it wasn’t mine.

The corners of his fierce eyes narrowed sharply.

“Thump, thump, thump.”

Bulkan, whose hearing was several times more sensitive than an ordinary person’s, furrowed his brow slightly and then mimicked my heartbeat with his mouth, thump thump.

“Why is this happening?”

He tilted his head to the side, as if puzzled. This is bad. As my heart pounded, my breath quickened in tandem, and my body temperature rose for no reason. Bulkan, who would notice even the slightest quickening of my heartbeat.

“Is my bride in heat?”

…There was no way he wouldn’t know about such a change. A voice, deep like a swamp in a dark forest, crawled into my ear.

“Finally?”

The atmosphere was flowing strangely. I bit my lower lip hard. My toes curled inward on their own.

It was only natural… from the moment my heart started beating so hard it felt like it would break through my ribs. There had been something repeatedly poking at my b**tocks.

“Heok.”

Moist breath scattered in clumps onto the nape of my neck. Bulkan rubbed his lower body against me and mounted me. I could feel his fully aroused c**k. It had been quite a long time since we had been intimate, so Bulkan’s state right now was no different from a volcano that could erupt at any moment. He would seethe as if he would easily explode to his limit with just a slight stimulus.

“Just a moment….”

Isn’t the place too open, even if it is open? No matter how big a chariot we had brought, we were still on a roadside where people were coming and going. It would be a disaster if someone just peeked into the window. There would be no pornography like it. What sin did that person commit?

However, Bulkan’s eyes had already flipped a long time ago.

“Krrrr.”

Despite having a human mouth, he growls and barks like a dog. With the growl, blue veins popped out on his thick neck. The hand digging into my thigh was incredibly hot.

Bulkan had often rubbed his body against mine, or spread my b**tocks and l**ked my hole while masturbating with his own. Every time I saw him press the head of his c**k against my navel and e**culate, my face would get so hot with vulgarity. My cheeks turning red like someone who had been slapped repeatedly was a bonus.

“Bulkan.”

His eyes, locked with mine, were bloodshot red. He was staring at me with his eyes wide open, without even blinking, as if they didn’t feel dry. His blazing, fiery gaze was desiring me with great ferocity. Looking at it, I felt as if I was being assimilated by that immense heat. My breathing naturally became ragged.

“Don’t your eyes hurt?”

Rationally, I should have said let’s go back to the cave quickly. At the very least, I should have said let’s find a place to stay nearby and spend the night. But it seemed like the moment I said it out loud, he would immediately run out of the chariot, grab someone, and beat them to death.

He had never been this excited, not even when the crowd was cheering so wildly. I hesitated, wondering how much he must want it to be like this. I soon grabbed Bulkan’s chest tightly. My mind was already made up.

“The doctor said it’s okay now.”

I lifted my clothes. I could feel Bulkan’s eyes on my n**ed lower body. My pathetically thin body, with only my belly roundly swollen, was exceedingly strange. It was a body so unspeakably shameful that I could never show it in front of others. Likewise, my thighs were frail and my g**in was insignificant, but Bulkan was so excited that he rumbled deep in his throat.

“Heut, ah!”

Fully aroused, he lifted my body with his hips and repeatedly struck my b**tocks with his p**ic bone, tang tang. He was rushing me in his haste, but since it was our first time in a while, I needed something to moisten me inside. I wondered if there would be such a thing in a chariot like this. Just then, something caught my eye.

It was the jar of olive oil I had received as a prize. As I reached out with both hands and brought the jar over, a sweet scent lingered at the tip of my nose.

“I think it will work if I pour this.”

I tilted the jar over my waist, which had been kneaded like dough and was flushed red in places. The sticky liquid flowed down my waist and into my thighs like a snake, seumul seumul. A brown hand shamelessly caressed and kneaded the soft flesh on the inside of my thigh over and over.

“Heut, haah…!”

For some reason, my b**tocks trembled. I rubbed the c**k I was sitting on as if shaping it. Every time the shaft of his c**k, which was tightly wedged in my crack, rubbed against the entrance and was rubbed against my inner walls, it felt like sparks were flying from my hip bones.

Bulkan’s lips parted, and a bright red tongue crawled out into the world. It l**ked up the olive oil in a long line from my thigh to my waist. It was so ticklish it gave me goosebumps, and I trembled from the tips of my toes. The tongue, thoroughly soaked in olive oil and glistening, bent bewitchingly towards me.

“…Why don’t you have red hair on your body?”

He whispered m**ns into my ear. He s**ked on my hair continuously. He acted obsessively, as if trying to l**k every pore on my scalp. He was as single-minded as a bee fixated on honey.

“Someone must have stolen it.”

“Haeut, no, I was born without it.”

Bulkan, fully aroused, panted, heok heok. He scooped up a handful of the olive oil that was generously poured on my thigh with his palm, and with his now thoroughly slick fingers, he shoved them into my hole, puk puk.

“Haah.”

My hole seemed to accept it tightly at first. When I relaxed my waist to make it easier for him to enter, the penetration became much easier. His fingers broke through the tightly closed inner flesh and dug deep, gouging at my sensitive inner walls.

“Aheut…!”

Bulkan, who had been prodding inside me with his fingers,  soon undid his waistband. He hastily penetrated my hole right then and there. The chariot rocked wildly.

Every time the c**k that filled me up completely pulled back, I could feel the skin inside me stretching stickily and popping out. Bulkan, his eyes narrowed, slowly rubbed it with his thumb.

“At, haah….”

As the extremely delicate flesh was touched lewdly, my thighs trembled with pleasure.

“Your hole, it’s as red and pretty as your hair.”

At the sound that made my face turn red just by hearing it, my whole body felt like it was on fire. Bulkan, who had pulled my clothes down to my chest and was squeezing my roundly raised b**asts, seemed unable to contain his excitement and roughly smashed the terra rossa with his fist.

Kwang! With the first punch, the trophy he had painstakingly won was miserably shattered.

“Why, why again!”

Kwang! With the second punch, it was turned into a pulp, and kwang! with the third punch, the pottery was completely shattered and scattered into pieces.

When was he ever so violent. As the broken debris scattered under his feet, Bulkan, as if worried my feet would get hurt, pushed his fingers between my toes. Then he took out his exceptionally large and moist tongue and began to l**k it lewdly.

White liquid dripped in beads from the end of his dangling p**is.

“Ah, aheut!”

I panted roughly, and then, unable to overcome the passion surging through my body, I came all over. Chalbak chalbak, every time Bulkan churned inside me, a moist sound burst out, as if he were trampling on w** ground.

“Ah, heut.”

The chariot was still parked near the square. I had been holding back my m**ns in case a passerby might hear, but in the end, a shrill scream escaped me. Bulkan, as if he wouldn’t be deprived of even that, roughly snatched my breath.

Outside, the excitement of the Olympian Games had not yet subsided. Cheers could be heard, and the music of a lyre playing echoed.

After a few nights had passed, a statue of the victor was e**cted in the square. It was a statue made to be the exact same size as Bulkan, and people murmured about it. They didn’t believe there could be such a big person in the world, but if they happened to run into him at the hospital or the social gathering place, they would stare with their mouths agape.

A grand festival was held in the village for several days, and the people, who had received plenty of meat, fish, and food, filled their bellies regardless of age or gender.

As the clear days continued, every household had an abundance of food, and the laughter and happiness of the children overflowed.