IOS Ch 8

 

But even after he came twice, the sadistic love making continued as if nothing had changed—as if he had simply wiped himself clean.

 

“Three times…!”

 

“I can’t hear you. What was that?”

 

“I-I came…! Ugh! Again…!”

 

“You’ll have to speak properly if you want me to hear you.”

 

“Nngh, ugh—”

 

“Wow, you’re really like this.”

 

Kwon Yi-hyun knew he was acting out of character, but he didn’t feel like stopping. Was it because this was his first time? His desires were uncontrollable. He didn’t care if this was a disaster god or a yokai—he just wanted to fuck him raw.

 

No, before that, he wanted to wreck him with his hands first, reduce him to a sobbing mess so that just penetration alone would make him cry.

 

After thoroughly—perhaps excessively—pounding that tight hole, Kwon Yi-hyun watched Cha-cha convulsing, half out of his mind, and smirked despite himself.

 

The fact that he still wanted to fuck him even after seeing him like this meant normal sex was over. For Cha-cha’s sake, Kwon Yi-hyun shouldn’t sleep with anyone else. In an era where human lifespans could stretch a hundred years, he now had a lifelong restriction. It was infuriatingly unfair, yet intoxicating.

 

Kwon Yi-hyun leisurely slid down Cha-cha’s body, then paused when he noticed the limp cock still dribbling thin fluid. He slapped it sharply with his palm. Without a sound, Cha-cha’s limbs twitched violently, and more cum spurted out as if being milked. Watching the trembling, curled toes, Kwon Yi-hyun steadied himself, gripping Cha-cha’s hips.

 

“I’ll give you one last chance. Say no now, and I won’t fuck you.”

 

“……”

 

Both Kwon Yi-hyun and Cha-cha knew—Cha-cha was fully conscious.

 

But Cha-cha seemed to like being treated like this.

 

Noticing the slight curl of his lips, Kwon Yi-hyun lined up the head of his cock with the hole and—

 

—slammed in with all his strength.

 

***

 

“Did you enjoy it?”

 

Hearing that question made Kwon Yi-hyun want to die.

 

Not because Cha-cha had left his embrace the moment they finished, as if it hadn’t been exhausting at all. Not because he had lazily picked up a pipe before that, exhaling smoke against the wallpaper with a hollow yet heavy sigh. Not even because their roles felt strangely reversed.

 

It was because he couldn’t deny that question—Did you enjoy it?—when he knew damn well the answer.

 

While Kwon Yi-hyun scrambled for a cool, detached reply, Cha-cha left with light footsteps. Even though he had been the one to ravage Cha-cha, Kwon Yi-hyun somehow felt like he was the one who’d been used and discarded after losing his virginity. He walked to the window. 

 

Whatever kind of disaster god Cha-cha was, he had already become a full-blown disaster in Kwon Yi-hyun’s life. If he had to keep taking responsibility for Cha-cha, then from now on, he’d have to grab that white body and—

 

If the window hadn’t opened just then and the cold wind hadn’t slapped his cheek, Kwon Yi-hyun’s imagination would’ve gone even wilder, and his body—completely lacking in shame—would’ve quietly started preparing for another round. Fortunately for Kwon Ihyun, who was already drowning in self-loathing, all that happened was a bit of heat rising to his face. By the time he irritably sat back down on the bed, the warmth Cha-cha had left beside him was nearly gone.

 

‘Did I enjoy it? What kind of question is that?’

 

Honestly, he had. And it had been him who lost control and pushed relentlessly in the heat of lust.

 

‘So why am I so pissed off?’

 

He never found an answer.

 

Right when Kwon Ihyun began to feel anxious or uncomfortable because Cha-Cha had left him alone for too long, especially considering he was like a ‘newlywed’ who’d just spent his first night, one of his friends called him and invited him out for a drink.

 

Kwon Yi-hyun wasn’t sure if this was okay.

 

He wanted to ask his relatives, but they all seemed to be gathered at the shrine, as if deliberately avoiding disturbing him and Cha-cha.

 

Wow. Should he be offended or grateful?

 

Even if he went inside to ask, the shrine’s atmosphere—as always—felt both sacred and repulsive to him.

 

Kwon Yi-hyun had always hated that smell, ever since he was a child.

 

Lost in thought, his mind naturally drifted toward recklessness. He’d already fulfilled his ‘duty’ to Cha-cha, and no one had told him what else he was supposed to do. Wasn’t this enough for today? What Kwon Yi-hyun needed was a hazy mind and mindless laughter. That damn fox would come find him later to annoy him anyway—it wasn’t like Kwon Yi-hyun had to beg for sex. And judging by how easily Cha-cha wandered off alone, he clearly didn’t have separation anxiety!

 

So Kwon Yi-hyun made the grave decision to descend the mountain in the dead of night.

 

……Honestly, he slipped and nearly died a few times.

 

But for some reason, miraculous little strokes of luck followed him—like getting his ankle caught in a vine before falling off a cliff. Thanks to that, he made it down alive.

 

Still, even after taking a cab into the city from that goddamn mountain, Kwon Ihyun didn’t feel at ease. And it wasn’t just because the taxi driver had suspiciously asked if he’d gone up that mountain to kill himself, and when Kwon Ihyun didn’t answer, said something like, “Still, you’ve got to keep living.”

 

Even standing in the bustling streets, it felt like the mountain’s mist still clung to him. The fact that no one here knew about the disaster that had befallen him was unbearable. His head throbbed. He wanted to scream. His life had been turned upside down, yet everyone else was peacefully enjoying the city’s prosperity. Was this fair? Just as he wanted to yell—

 

“Hey! Kwon Yi-hyun! Over here!”

 

“……”

 

“Why the hell are you spacing out? You’re always the one chugging drinks here.”

 

The moment he saw his friend’s face, a strange, unfamiliar calm washed over him—so unsettling that he almost wanted to flee. But the smell of sizzling pork ribs wafting from the nearby shop was irresistible today…

 

Once seated, his friend successfully ordered seasoned pork ribs and soju. As soon as the glass was filled, he asked—

 

“Hey, there’s a crazy rumor going around about you. Is it true?”

 

“What kind of rumor did you hear?”

 

His own voice came out sharper than he expected.

 

But it was a difficult question to answer.

 

There were several crazy rumors about Kwon Yi-hyun’s life.

 

The most troublesome one was the baseless gossip that he was involved with gangsters. Being the child of a shaman meant a lot of shady people dropped by his house or suddenly acted familiar. At least one of his college friends must have seen that and jumped to conclusions. This rumor had become his biggest headache lately—his classmates had started avoiding him, and he could feel their wariness. He needed to do something about it.

 

The next headache, of course, was Cha-cha. Kwon Yi-hyun had unwittingly become the contracted partner of a disaster god. He didn’t know much about this world, but could the life of a ‘disaster god’s contractor’ ever be smooth? 

 

His friend Park Sung-joon, also from a shaman family, was different—unlike Kwon Yi-hyun, who had lived normally, he was already a baksu¹ who had received divine possession. Which meant he knew about these gods and yokai and whatever else. Maybe that’s why he was asking.

 

‘Wait a second.’

 

Did that mean this insane situation was already spreading through the neighborhood?

 

‘Do people know about the ‘duties’ I have to perform for Cha-cha?’

 

Fuck. Had word about that ridiculous disaster god with the stupid name Cha-cha already spread? And it got all the way to this guy?

 

‘Just from one night of sex?!’

 

Kwon Yi-hyun downed a shot of soju to shake off the horrifying thought. But instead of getting drunk, his mind only sharpened.

 

Watching him, Park Sung-joon let out a sigh, like he’d figured something out.

 

“Anyone who works in shamanism… they all had to have known that ‘it’ woke up. You could just feel it. I know it sounds like cult talk. But listen—because you have to understand now.

 

“……”

 

Kwon Yi-hyun poked at the meat with tongs to keep it from burning, then poured himself another shot. He downed it silently.

 

“Well… the ability to see spirits is often called the spiritual eye—the third eye, the ajna chakra², whatever you want to call it. It doesn’t matter. As long as you understand. Once you cross into this world, it’s not just limited to sight. It’s beyond the five senses—more like a sixth sense. Or, more accurately, spiritual perception.”

 

“So?”

 

Park Sung-joon answered in a slow, vague tone.