Be the Sacrifice – Chapter 9

Author: Nikss

By the time Heesa approached, he was already almost fully erect.

The bitter, cloyingly sweet scent and the sight of her wearing nothing but one of his robes over her bare body ignited raw carnal lust.

It made no sense that a youkai would go this far just to absorb his yang energy.

No youkai would ever do all this merely to steal a single strand of hair.

This was simply his own desire.

The sight of her smiling happily while wearing his scent-soaked clothes, her exposed pale skin, her gentle and slightly slow way of speaking, everything about her stimulated Hong Yeomrang’s lust.

The red suited her astonishingly well.

It gave such a vivid impression that her face seemed to glow with life for the first time.

“Yeomrang…”

Every last bit of his desire and lust was laid bare.

All of it, to Heesa, whose pale face showed not a trace of such things.

Hong Yeomrang stood at an angle, gazing toward the forest. Hee-sa was definitely watching from somewhere in those trees.

His lips twisted sharply.

The hand that had just been striking the cave wall slid down to his crotch.

Without loosening the knot of his trousers, he openly rubbed his half-hard cock right on top of the fabric.

Hoping that Heesa, who had read his desire and vanished as if mocking him, was still watching, he stroked himself roughly.

Just as Hong Yeomrang had thought, Heesa had not gone far.

She was only hidden in the forest; from the start, she had never intended to leave this place. So she ended up witnessing him rubbing his crotch and breathing heavily.

She wanted to look away, but unfortunately, he was staring straight in her direction.

Her gaze locked helplessly with the man who was masturbating.

There was no way he could see her. Yet his intuition was frighteningly sharp.

Unlike all the previous victims who had their hair eaten while they slept, completely unaware that Heesa had even approached.

Heesa barely managed to pull herself together because the dokkaebi had come and started talking to her.

The dokkaebi who lived deep in the forest sometimes tricked human eyes like this to hide her, and sometimes kept her company by talking.

The female dokkaebi, Mirang, sniffed the air with loud sniffs.

Following right behind her, a small dokkaebi, not even fifty years old since birth, also sniffed noisily.

Since it was still at the age of learning by watching adult dokkaebi, it copied every word exactly, so Hee-sa ended up hearing everything twice.

“Be quiet.”

She scolded them for saying the forest had become impure.

There was no way their conversation could reach him, yet the fact that several non-human beings were now watching Hong Yeomrang masturbate made the innocent Heesa feel ashamed for no reason.

And at that very moment, he half-lowered his trousers and slipped his hand inside.

Unlike his heated groin, Hong Yeomrang’s face gleamed coldly with an unbearable mixture of murderous intent and desperate craving, as if he would cut down anything that stood in his way.

Soon after, he ejaculated into his palm.

— Sniff sniff.

Mirang spoke while making an exaggerated sniffing sound.

— It’s virginity. It hasn’t become impure.

The little dokkaebi repeated Mirang’s words once again. Having learned a fact she never wanted to know, Heesa abruptly turned her back.

The taste of the hair that had already melted smoothly and disappeared in her mouth was unmistakably different from the one she had scooped up and eaten by the stream.

Perhaps because it had been freshly picked from the source. It tasted even better. Her hunger eased a little. Now, at last, it felt like she could finally breathe properly.

Anyway, the moment Hong Yeomrang ever let his guard down, she would surely get caught stealing and eating his hair.

—The energy of a virgin man is good for the forest, too.

—The energy of a virgin man is good for the forest.

Mirang firmly pressed down on the crown of the little dokkaebi’s head that was mimicking her.

—What would a kid who hasn’t even peeled his foreskin yet know? Aren’t you going to scram? Should I tell Kim?

“Yeah, please, just go already.”

While the dokkaebi were following her, the rain skirted around her. She needed time to think alone, but they kept noisily tagging along.

At the mention of telling Kim, the little dokkaebi got angry and vanished, leaving only Mirang to lightly keep pace beside Hee-sa, matching her steps.

—Heesa, Heesa. The offering got aroused looking at you. Kim’s gonna cry. Kim’s gonna cry.

Ever since the first time he saw Heesa, the head dokkaebi Kim had persistently followed her around, insisting she become a dokkaebi bride.

She knew it was half a joke.

Heesa sometimes only stepped in to stop them when they got too bored and started playing mean pranks on people.

Whenever that happened, the dokkaebi would inevitably chase after her all night, begging to play together. If she played with them, they wouldn’t torment humans.

“It’s not like that.”

—If it’s not like that, then what? Why are you just watching? You interested? His dick’s this big, you know. It could even compare to Lord Kim’s.

When he had ejaculated and pulled his pants down, Hee-sa hadn’t managed to see it in time, but Mirang, who had seen everything, showed her fist along with her entire forearm to indicate the size.

“Mirang, this feels like some kind of accident.”

—Accident? Accident?

Mirang tilted her head. At the same time, she kept touching and stroking the red durumagi Hee-sa was wearing, marveling at how vivid and pretty it looked.

Looking up at Mirang, who was about two heads taller than her, Hee-sa let out a sigh.

“I don’t know either. But this is the first time I’ve had such a difficult offering… What am I supposed to do if I starve to death like this?”

His ability to sense presences was practically on the level of a wild animal. She wasn’t sure if she could approach Hong Yeomrang again to eat his hair.

Wouldn’t one of her hands or her neck get torn off?

Earlier, she had managed to snatch some hair and flee because he had let his guard down, but now it seemed he would never lower it again.

—The mountain lord won’t let you die. Go to the mountain lord. Go to the mountain lord!

Mirang spoke as if asking what there was to worry about.

At the same time, she reached out as though demanding it and tried to peel off Hee-sa’s long durumagi.

“This one’s no good.”

—Give it to me. Give it to me.

“When Baksu comes next time, I’ll ask him to make you something even prettier than this.”

—It’s too big for you anyway. If I wear it, it’ll fit perfectly.

Mirang, who was much larger than any man, threw a tantrum.

Still, Heesa couldn’t let this durumagi be taken away, so she swatted Mirang’s hand.

“No.”

—If you say no, then no. Hee-sa says no means no.

Mirang, who knew Hee-sa’s personality well, quickly became sulky and gave up on coveting the clothes.

Instead, she told her to make sure to tell Baksu to sew her a new outfit that was big and flashy.

“Okay. I’ll definitely have one made for you.”

This was trouble. If she only had one made for Mirang, it was obvious the other dokkaebi would pester Baksu every night to make clothes for them too.

But right now, Hee-sa was too flustered and decided she would deal with Baksu’s resentment later.

Hong Yeomrang thought of her as a youkai—so why had he done something like that?

The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became.

He had masturbated blatantly, not even inside the cave but out in the open, staring in the direction where Heesa had disappeared.

Was he angry because she hadn’t taken his yang energy the way he wanted?

No, even if he was angry, was that really something people usually did when angry?

The moment she had pulled out his hair and taken it, she had thought the strangely flowing current of energy would change, too.

Even if she assumed that he, thinking of her as a youkai, had momentarily felt lust upon seeing a woman’s body, the utterly shameless act he performed right outside the cave still bothered her.

She should have listened to Baksu.

Hong Yeomrang. She never should have called him back when he returned to the village.

—Heesaaaa, Heesaaaa.

“Hm?”

—You smell like that man. Sniff sniff…

Mirang sniffed loudly.

“It’s his clothes, so of course I do.”

—You should smell like the sachet I gave you, but his scent is much stronger.

Come to think of it, she had tossed the dokkaebi sachet Mirang made right onto his bedding. She liked this red durumagi so much that she hadn’t dared to take it back with her.

She had to retrieve the sachet before Mirang noticed and sulked for another ten years.

—Where’s my sachet? Where’s my sachet?

“Here, I’ve got it safe.”

Hee-sa had always made sure to keep the sachet with her, even when changing into new clothes whenever the old ones wore out.

Mirang looked suspiciously from the top of Hee-sa’s small head down to her toes.

The sachet she had given was nowhere to be seen. Mirang’s lips pursed outward in the same pouty way as the little dokkaebi’s.

“It was so pretty that I didn’t know where to hang it, so I just left it there for a bit.”

—Bring it next time. I’m upset, upset!

That sachet was the very one Mirang had sulked over for ten years, thinking Hee-sa was favoring the little dokkaebi more, before finally forgiving her and giving it as a gift.

To have forgotten about it… Now there was one more reason she had to go back to Hong Yeomrang.

“Yeah… sorry, sorry.”

Matching Mirang, who always repeated things twice, Heesa brought up the new clothes again, and Mirang’s attention immediately shifted. Her heart felt complicated.

The mind of Hee-sa, who had always lived simply passing time, was now churning restlessly.

The only human she could ask questions to, Baksu, had gone to a neighboring village she couldn’t reach.