Kumiho Na - Ri Demon War I
Copyright© 2025 by Jepasch
Chapter 7: Theater
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7: Theater - When the Korean officer De-Yong is on the verge of dying in a duel against a samurai, a kumiho saves his life. She offers him a pact—one that can only be sealed through a union—and it heals his wounds. Too late, both of them realize the consequences of this bond, which also draws other powers onto the battlefield. In the process, the moral boundaries between humans and demons begin to blur.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual High Fantasy Historical Horror Humor Paranormal Magic Demons Polygamy/Polyamory Exhibitionism Nudism
Yun had remained gentle. She hadn’t put her fiery mark on him, but she had taken a little blood. Not much, just a modest taste. He wouldn’t blame it on a Kumiho, but on passion at best. He hadn’t gotten any sleep that night. However, he hadn’t been cold either.
She had actually made him a man. The first semen that a man poured into a woman was something very special, even for Yun. It was even more valuable than his blood. And although he was only of low status, he would possibly become useful at some point. She had created a bond that she could pull at some point. Now he should disappear for the time being.
“Get out, I heard horses! Samurai for sure!” she whispered to the still half-asleep man. He was truly exhausted.
Nothing to be done, he didn’t wake up. A little annoyed, she punched him in the shoulder.
“Ouch, what is it?”
“Quiet, samurai! We have to get out of here!”
“Oh, sure!”
As if she had woken him up with a bucket of ice-cold water, he got dressed in a flash. He was still far too confused to ask how she knew that samurai were approaching. When he had collected his things, he shook hands with his lover.
“Come on, I’ll take you up north with me!”
He was really sweet.
“Yes, let’s escape!”
They set off and crept through the undergrowth. Yun had estimated it well, the samurai were close behind them.
Her dress got caught in the bushes.
“Wait, I’m stuck!” she shouted much louder than necessary.
Cursing, her lover turned around.
“Can you do it on your own?”
“STOP! Stop!” it sounded in bad Korean. The samurai had spotted them.
“Oh, they’ve caught us! Flee, my darling!”
He actually hesitated, the fool. The samurai would kill him without hesitation. He was carrying a naginata, a lance with a blade, so he was an armed enemy.
“And you?” he wanted to know.
“I’ll be fine! I’ll see you later, now run!”
At that moment, his mind won out over his brush and he ran for his life.
“Stop, stop!” the samurai shouted again.
Yun had stopped pretending to be stuck and turned in the other direction to escape. This had brought her closer to the samurai. And now she had been discovered. Time for her performance!
De-Yong had not expected it to be so difficult to get into the city. But he encountered the first samurai patrol some distance away. They diverted all the refugees to the north. Anyone who wanted to enter the city needed a very good reason or goods that were needed.
Fortunately, herbs were part of it.
De-Yong was glad that he had given the captured sword and the Japanese documents to his men. They would have found them at the city gate at the latest, as he was searched quite thoroughly.
But now he was in the city, he could set off on his search.
“Na-Ri, can you tell me where I can find you?”
“No, unfortunately not. I can’t see anything when I’m in my head. And to be honest, I don’t want to go there at the moment. It hurts!”
“Oh, sorry, of course. The cut must hurt like hell.”
“Not the cut. The wound has long since healed. No, the shortness of breath! I’m desperately trying to catch my breath, but I can’t. It’s a terrible feeling. Of course it won’t kill me, but it’s still terrible!”
De-Yong didn’t even want to imagine it.
“If this condition continued, would you have to suffer like this for all eternity?”
Silence.
“Na-Ri, sorry, that was too personal. Sorry!”
“No, that’s all right. I’ll be honest with you. My strength, which binds me to this body and keeps me in this sphere, is constantly weakening. I can’t draw any new strength. At some point, I would fall back into my sphere and have to find a new way to get back here.”
“So you’re dying?”
“You could call it that. But unlike when you die, I keep all my memories and feelings. When I return, I am not a helpless infant with no memory.”
“And how, and above all, why are you returning?”
“De-Yong, I appreciate what you’re willing to do for me, but I’ve already told you far too much. Just this much: it’s not easy, but we like your sphere more than ours. The gods experimented with ours until they created yours. Your sphere is not perfect either, but it is many times better than ours. And there is another sphere that is even better. I cannot get there. It is reserved for you mortals alone.”
“What do you mean?” De-Yong asked, confused.
“It is called heaven, the sphere of the gods!”
“I’m not aware that we can get there!”
“No, only those who have tortured themselves through the wheel of rebirth and constantly improved can do that. Before they reach the final stage, the Mu, comes the final test in your heaven!”
De-Yong was shocked by this revelation.
“What do you mean by last exam?”
“I don’t know any more than that. I can’t get there. And anyone who has not passed the test cannot remember it either. He falls back into the wheel of rebirth.”
“Then how do you know all this?”
“Even gods occasionally blab.”
“You regret it, don’t you?”
“I don’t understand what you mean!”
“You regret not being human and being able to get there. Is that so?”
“Becoming human would also mean being mortal.”
“That doesn’t answer my question!”
“I like my life, but I’m also curious about what happens next. Curiosity is the reason why I connected with you, De-Yong, even though I was aware of the dangers.”
“So you want it, but at the same time you’re afraid of being mortal!”
“Yes. Strange, isn’t it?”
Many things were strange. Demons in particular. But in this case, it was frighteningly human to wish for something and be afraid of it at the same time.
“I would rather say: human! If you didn’t have to drink our blood, you demons would be easy to get along with!”
“De-Yong, we are not all the same. There are beings who want to destroy you out of pure envy, and some who try to prevent that. And some merely use you to pass the time.”
Kumihos probably belong in the third category, De-Yong concluded, but was careful not to say so.
“What spirits are trying to protect us?”
“De-Yong, let’s get back to the task at hand!”
“You’re being evasive!”
Suddenly he had a suspicion.
“Cham! The mountain spirit is part of it!”
Na-Ri did not answer.
“Terrible!”
Cha-He waved his hand and turned away from Na-Ri’s headless body. Apart from the stench, there was nothing unusual about it. It looked like that of a completely normal young woman. No trace of demonic power.
“And it stank like that before?” he turned to the Japanese prisoner.
“Even worse. I think being buried has made the stench a lot less.”
Cha-He couldn’t imagine that. Or rather, he didn’t want to imagine it. After all, that probably made the whole thing easier.
“Well then, let’s build a stretcher. We have to hurry!”
Ju-Won stood a little apart with the restless horse on the reins.
“And you think the horse will pull the stretcher and not just walk through?”
Cha-He shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you want to wear Den? So, let’s get to work!”
Ju-Won nodded slowly and tied the horse, while Cha-He tied the prisoner to a tree. Then both men went in search of the branches and young trees they needed.
“What are we going to do with the damn Jap?” asked Ju-Won, out of earshot of the Japanese. “He’ll betray us at the first opportunity!”
Cha-He was of the same opinion, but the lieutenant had given clear orders: The Japanese was an important prisoner and had to be brought to the admiral alive at all costs.
“We just have to make sure we don’t run into anyone. Or they may not survive!”
“Very funny!”
“No, I’m serious. The order is clear. Do you want to discuss it again?” Cha-He’s tone became threatening again.
“No, that’s all right. I’ll follow you! But there’s still a problem.”
Cha-He nodded in agreement.
“I realize that. Do you have a suggestion?”
“The first thing he should do is take off his damn Japanese clothes. We’ll get him the clothes of a peasant or beggar.”
“That’s a good suggestion! Anything else?”
Ju-Won shook his head.
“Excuse me, gentlemen! I didn’t hear what you were talking about, but I can imagine that you are discussing my fate!” the Japanese man suddenly shouted.
“May I also make a suggestion?”
Yoshimoto had watched with concern as the soldiers moved away, but then spoke to each other.
Although the officer had promised him that he would be let go, he was still trapped.
And the two soldiers could decide all by themselves to simply kill him.
On the other hand, even if he was released now, he couldn’t go back to the Japanese army either. Taka had threatened him that he would lose his head if he returned too late with the riders.
Capture was by no means an excuse, on the contrary: the fact that he had survived made it even worse.
Although Yoshimoto was not a samurai, the duty of absolute loyalty also applied to him, as did the duty to kill himself rather than surrender to the enemy.
But Yoshimoto wanted to live.
He didn’t believe that he would be better off in the next life if he killed himself now, or was killed.
In the meantime, he had realized that this war was neither honourable nor good for his country. He had seen too many starving and desperate refugees recently, reminding him of the hunger and despair of his own childhood. Just a few years ago, the daimyos in Japan had been constantly fighting each other, causing hardship and misery for the common people.
He no longer had any family in Osaka and would leave nothing behind if he simply stayed here. One monastery was as good as another. The gods had responded to his suggestion that he wanted to become a monk if he survived. But it was now up to him to make it happen. No doubt they wanted to test him to see how serious he was.
When he saw people pointing at him and shaking their heads, he thought the time had come to take his fate back into his own hands.
“Forgive me, gentlemen! I have not heard what you have discussed, but I can imagine that you are discussing my fate! May I also make a suggestion?”
The two soldiers looked at him. After looking at each other for a moment, they came over to him.
“What do you want?” barked the one.
“Look, you’re probably wondering whether I’m a danger and whether you should kill me. But that’s unnecessary. If I went back to my people, they would kill me immediately for working with you!”
He recognized doubt in their faces.
“My commander had ordered me to lead his riders to him at all costs. I failed by letting you take me prisoner. The only excuse he would accept would be my severed head!”
“So, what do you think that means?” the soldier with the sword wanted to know.
“You release me and I will accompany you voluntarily. I will help you take the demoness wherever you want her to go. Afterwards, I will look for a monastery and become a monk. I have no intention of sailing back to my homeland.”
“And we’re supposed to believe you?”
Yoshimoto shrugged his shoulders.
“How do you think you’re going to get past the Japanese patrols with this corpse, and armed to boot? No matter how skillful you are, you’ll come across one at some point!”
The soldier rubbed his goatee thoughtfully.
“And you have an idea?”
“Of course! I am not only an interpreter, but also a scribe. Your officer has taken my equipment, as I saw. It’s now hanging in the bag on my horse. I have seals with which I can create official documents. I can forge passes and documents for you!”
“And how are we supposed to know what it says? We can’t read. And not in Japanese anyway.”
Yoshimoto hadn’t considered that. True, they would have to trust him completely. That would be difficult.
“Untie me from the tree and I’ll show you something!”
When they didn’t react immediately, he added:
“I’ve got a rope around my neck and you’re armed. Where am I supposed to go?”
Transformation
De-Yong didn’t know why Na-Ri was quiet again.
Was she in her head again? Or somewhere else?
Or was she just offended?
He would not call her again.
Instead, he made his way to the marketplace with the identity document he had received at the city gate. He was only allowed to stay here for a limited period to trade. Without confirmation that he had traded, he would get into trouble at the next inspection.
At the very least, he would be accused of tax evasion. So he had to have his goods valued and a tax would be set which he would have to pay.
De-Yong had no idea about trade, but knew the regulations.
Although the city was occupied by the Japanese, the administration ran smoothly. Money was always needed, no matter who was in power.
It took some time before it was his turn. His herbs were examined very thoroughly.
Two Japanese stood next to the Korean official. An interpreter and a samurai. Everything he said was translated. It was clear who was in charge here.
“And what do you have in here?” the officer wanted to know.
De-Yong looked at the character and tried to remember the monk’s description.
“Demon herb! For cleansing rooms and driving out and banishing evil spirits!”
The official nodded and put it to one side, making an entry on his list. He was about to continue with the next container when the interpreter interrupted.
“The demon herb, how is it used? How does it protect?”
De-Yong was a little surprised, but fortunately the monk had given him some information when he had asked the same question. He had also been interested in the herb to see if it might be useful for his particular problem.
“In many different ways. Priests and monks know various methods of application. For laypeople, it is enough to burn some of it in a fire bowl and a demon present would be exposed. It would flee!”
That was what ordinary people were told. In fact, it only applied to lesser spirits. Not for demons like Kumihos. Nevertheless, it made the herb quite valuable.
The monk had revealed more to De-Yong, but he didn’t want to say it out loud as long as Na-Ri was listening. It could paralyze a demon if a weapon was coated with it.
The samurai seemed satisfied and gave permission to continue.
The rest of the assessment was completed quickly. In the end, a sum was determined which De-Yong had to pay before he left the city. Either immediately or after he had sold his goods.
The official handed De-Yong the certificate and was about to wave to the next person when, to his surprise, De-Yong put the requested sum on the table.
“You’re paying immediately?” the officer asked in surprise.
De-Yong realized that he had made a mistake. Such a thing was probably unusual. The samurai also wanted to know what the problem was.
“Well,” the official explained. “The sum is quite high, and a normal small trader doesn’t have enough silver to pay it before his goods are sold!”
When this was translated to the samurai, his face immediately darkened and his hand moved threateningly towards his sword. He gave a short command.
“Clear that up!” the interpreter translated.
De-Yong searched desperately for an explanation. Finally, he decided to stick close to the truth.
“You’re right, I’m not your average small trader. My family was wealthy. But we lost almost everything. So I decided to go into trading. So I took almost all my silver and bought these herbs. In the hope of earning good silver now. Prices go up in times of war. But I didn’t get as many herbs as I had hoped for. That’s why I still have reserves.”
While the interpreter translated, De-Yong thought about how he should act if the samurai drew his sword. He doubted that the samurai would kill him on the spot. It was much more likely that he would arrest him and take him away for questioning. Well, there would certainly be a way to free himself and escape. But then his mission here would have failed.
The samurai’s expression showed clear contempt and he spat out a word that sounded like an insult. The interpreter did not translate the word, but the rest.
“You get permission to trade, but you pay an extra fee because you exploit people’s plights!”
De-Yong was relieved, but realized that he had to protest, at least in appearance.
“With all due respect, I too am in dire straits. I don’t have any more silver!”
The officer intervened.
“Well, then of course we wish you good business!”
He took the customs bond back and changed the amount. Then he handed the document back with a smile.
De-Yong realized that the man would receive a share of the additional fee.
Furious, De-Yong turned away. Now he really had to sell goods. And he had no idea what to ask for.
Suddenly, Na-Ri had landed in her head again. It was as if she had been pulled into it. And in a way, she had been. Her strength dwindled. And she lost her anchor in this world. Soon she would disappear into her sphere. And return to De-Yong. Unsightly.
However, her current situation was also described as unpleasant. Sunk in buttermilk, constantly feeling like she was drowning.
She tried to slip into De-Yong again, but was unsuccessful.
But there was something else that had pulled her back into her head. It was like a corrosive fog that burned unpleasantly on her aura.
A protective spell!
Someone wove a protective field around her and locked her in this head for good.
And something else happened to her that she couldn’t prevent!
Taka watched as the miko, the shrine servant, performed her strange dance. She scattered herbs into four charcoal bowls in the room, the smell of which filled the room.
“Ichimaru, I must say, their way of banishing demons is more cumbersome than yours, but undoubtedly more graceful!” remarked Taka, turning to the demon hunter.
Kazuki just nodded politely, but didn’t answer.
They were invited to the house of the city commander, General Hiroki Sakuraba, who wanted to be fully informed.
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