Kumiho Na - Ri Demon War I
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Chapter 9: Whims
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9: Whims - 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
Up to the river, the men with the body had encountered no difficulties, but then they were faced with the problem of where to get a boat.
Of course, the easiest thing to get would have been a bamboo raft from a cormorant fisherman, but it was too narrow for all of them and the corpse to fit on. What’s more, the river was far too choppy in places for a narrow raft to reach the capital.
So they needed a proper boat or a lift, but neither was to be found. They inevitably had to follow the towpath along the river on foot.
The samurai had set up posts at irregular intervals. They constantly monitored the traffic on the road and the river.
Yoshimoto had been right: They wouldn’t have gotten far without papers, because the occupiers’ checks were thorough.
Cha-He and Ju-Won had bought monks’ clothes and shaved their heads in the last village in exchange for a little rice and silver.
Yoshimoto, on the other hand, was responsible for pulling the cart.
It had taken half a day to fit the cart with a false bottom, in which they hid the weapons and most of their belongings. The headless corpse helped to camouflage the flap, as no samurai would be willing to touch it.
The constant checks took more time than the journey itself. And it was still at least three days to the capital if they didn’t find a boat soon.
They had reached another checkpoint.
“Stop!” shouted a Japanese man in bad Korean. “Control! Where are you going?”
“We are monks from Punju Monastery and must take this body to the temple in the capital!”
Cha-He could have recited the text of her made-up story in her sleep by now. They had long since stopped being terrified when they came across a checkpoint.
“Why?” the Japanese man asked curiously. “Uncover the body, I want to see it!”
Routinely, Cha-He just nodded to Yoshimoto to unwrap the body while Ju-Won handed her papers to another Japanese for inspection.
“By all the spirits, the corpse is headless and scarred at the top!” the startled interpreter exclaimed.
This reaction was not surprising either.
“That’s exactly why she has to go to the temple. An evil spirit has entered this woman’s body. And only the chief priest can banish it so that we can no longer be bothered.”
“And where did the head go? Shouldn’t you have it with you?”
“Actually, yes, but the head was burned by overzealous peasants, who had placed this demon. But the demon has slipped into the body and now threatens to be released if this body is also burned without the demon being sent back to the underworld. But because it is such a powerful demon, only the priest in the main temple can do that!”
The interpreter involuntarily stepped back. He translated to his comrades what Cha-He had explained to him. The faces of the samurai revealed apprehension and superstitious fear. When it came to fighting ghosts and demons, their weapons were almost useless.
The papers were returned to them.
“Make sure you move on quickly! When it gets dark, we don’t want you anywhere near us!” ordered the interpreter.
This was also a common reaction, and completely understandable.
The fake monks thanked him and hurriedly ran with the cart around the next bend and out of sight, where they returned to a more leisurely pace. The road was still long, after all, and Yoshimoto was not used to such exertion.
Suddenly Ju-Won pointed down to the river. Not far ahead of them was a boat on the bank that seemed big enough. With renewed energy, they hurried there.
Once there, they came across two men who obviously owned the boat. They appeared to be traders and had chosen a resting place for the evening so as not to overlook the dangerous sections of the river at night.
When they saw the supposed monks, they stood up and greeted them.
“We need your boat!” Cha-He came bluntly to the point when the greetings and explanations of what they were doing here had been exchanged.
The two traders looked at each other with a smile.
“Well, that may be, but we need it too. And unfortunately there’s not enough room for everyone on the boat, especially not for your cart. And we’re not transporting a corpse,” explained the older man.
Cha-He grinned broadly.
“I didn’t say we were taking you with us!”
Na-Ri was desperate. She was trapped in her head. Due to the presence of the demon herb, the cloud of smoke and the accompanying spells, it was impossible for her to reach De-Yong again. Her only way out now was into the sphere of spirits. But that was where she would go anyway if she didn’t resist. There was a danger that she would not find her way back if she gave in to the pull.
Of course it had been stupid to spit at this Japanese man. Stupid and childish, as she admitted to herself. But her anger and pain had had to be released somehow.
To get the liquid out of her mouth and throat, she had used her powers as a wind demon and created a brief vacuum. At the same time, she had directed it so that it hit the next person opposite her. She was not sorry that in her case it was a high-ranking samurai.
What she was sorry about was that she had lost a lot of her strength in the process, without any lasting relief. The priest had immediately dipped her back into the disgusting liquid.
She needed blood, and she needed it as soon as possible, otherwise her shell would be lost in this sphere. Under normal circumstances, her various body parts would be her prison for many years as the power within her sustained her. But because De-Yong was now actively tapping into this power, and at the same time she had to constantly fight against drowning and suffocation, which consumed enormous amounts of energy, time was running out.
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