Chapter 8 : A Sealed Room

Chapter 8: A Sealed Room

Choseon was a courtesan who had only recently put her hair up.

Naturally, she was still young and firm. In contrast, the courtesan Machil held every payday—Aeng-aeng—was the cheapest courtesan at the Bongyang Inn. It was not because he liked Aeng-aeng that he held her; it was simply because his purse was light, leaving him with no choice but to choose her.

‘Today is different.’

With his purse finally plump this time, he wanted to hold a more ‘high-quality’ woman.

With the money he had now, he figured he could easily buy a night with Choseon.

Already in his head, he was slapping Choseon’s springy buttocks. Strength naturally gathered in his lower body.

Worried that passersby on the street might notice, he calmed his excitement for a moment, then hurried his steps back toward the Bongyang Inn. Perhaps because of his excitement, his footsteps felt several times lighter than usual, and before long, he arrived at the Bongyang Inn.

“Welcome. Oh my, brother, it’s been a long time.”

The inn attendant of the Bongyang Inn recognized him and greeted him warmly. To any regular customer, the fellow would call them either “sir” or “brother.” Among the two, “sir” meant a customer who looked important, while “brother” simply meant an easygoing, manageable customer.

Machil knew that well, but he did not bother to care. He knew better than anyone that if not here, there was nowhere else he would ever be treated even as a “brother.”

“Call Choseon for me.”

“Choseon? Not Aeng-aeng?”

“Yeah.”

The inn attendant’s eyes narrowed lazily.

Of course, Machil knew exactly what that look meant.

“I’ve got money. Here.”

He tossed over the leather pouch containing all the money. Inside was his entire pay for the month. Naturally, it also included the money Ma-a-sam had given him.

The inn attendant took the leather pouch, peeked inside, and looked slightly surprised.

“You didn’t steal this, did you?”

“You little bastard!”

“Ah, well, if not, then fine. Why get angry over something so trivial? Then go to the room at the very end of the second floor. I’ll send Choseon right up.”

An inn was originally a place that provided lodging and meals, but the Bongyang Inn was a little different.

This place sold lodging, food, and even flesh. It did business in connection with the red-light district behind Bongyang’s bustling streets.

Not only this place—every inn nearby did business in the same way. Thanks to that, these inns, once on the verge of dying out, all came back to life. The authorities, fully aware of such business practices, turned a blind eye. That was because many of this place’s main customers were officials. Along with that, the bribes they received were substantial as well.

Money and women.

That was something that moved in connection no matter which world one went to. Put another way, as long as one had money, even someone of the lowest status could possess a pretty woman, if only briefly—that was the very essence of the world.

Whether it was money that had been picked up, stolen, taken by force, boiled up, or earned. No matter what kind of money it was.

Money did not have a name tag attached to it. Money was just money.

The inn attendant quickly broke into a grin and ushered Machil into the Bongyang Inn. Whether Machil had stolen the money or not did not matter to him; as long as business was done, that was enough. Whether Machil got caught afterward or not was none of his concern.

Machil felt displeased by the inn attendant’s tone, but without arguing further, he went up to the second floor of the inn. The inn attendant told another attendant working inside the inn to send Choseon to Machil’s room, then came back outside again.

In that brief moment, a new guest had arrived at the entrance.

“Huh? You are?”

The new guest was a man the inn attendant had seen once before. He looked somewhat more put together now, but was still a scruffy-looking man. Anyone living in Bongyang would, at the very least, know him by name—or rather, by nickname—as one of the very lowest kinds of people.

“Sosam?”

Sosam looked around in all directions with a tightly drawn face, then nodded his head.

“What business do you have here?”

The inn attendant had already heard the rumors and knew that Sosam could not speak. He asked deliberately, knowing he would not get an answer. If a fellow like this loitered near the Bongyang Inn, other customers might feel uncomfortable, so he intended to chase him off in advance.

All this unfriendliness naturally stemmed from the judgment that Sosam could not possibly be a customer of the Bongyang Inn.

But.

Perhaps today was a somewhat special day.

Sosam—no, Dong Bong-su—let out a foolish smile and handed the inn attendant a pouch with a few coins inside. Then, drooling, he said,

“Ae... ae....”

The inn attendant immediately understood what he meant.

He snorted.

“You little punk, acting like a man at least. Get in.”

Lifting one corner of his mouth, the inn attendant gestured toward the entrance of the Bongyang Inn.

“Go to the second-to-last room at the end of the second floor. Aeng-aeng will be along soon.”

Without any further mumbling, Dong Bong-su stepped into the Bongyang Inn. Watching his retreating figure, the inn attendant tossed out a light remark.

“When you look at it this way, Aeng-aeng’s a pitiful bitch too. Making all of Bongyang’s assorted cripples into hole-brothers.”

Of course, the inn attendant could not see the face of Dong Bong-su, smiling broadly in white.

Tak tak tak.

Dong Bong-su went up to the second floor and entered the second-to-last room from the end.

That place was, in fact....

The room right next to the one assigned to Machil.

● ● ●

“Pant, pant.”

“Ahh!”

Machil’s lower body was moving rapidly. Matching his rhythm, Choseon moved along with him. When Machil slapped Choseon’s buttocks, she lurched forward briefly, then came back again.

Smack.

A sensual sound of flesh colliding with flesh.

Machil became the pestle, Choseon the mortar, and the millstone motion continued. Machil’s fiercely engorged yang thing disappeared beneath Choseon’s buttocks, then reappeared, over and over again. Each time that happened, Choseon straightened her waist as if her breath were about to give out, freely flaunting her heated moans.

“Haaang!”

As time passed, Machil’s movements grew more and more violent. Anyone could tell that climax was not far off.

Slip.

A shadow was approaching from behind him, but Machil did not notice at all. With paradise right in front of his eyes, how could he afford to pay attention to anything else?

“Huff, huff! You like it? You do, right! Feels so good you could die, huh?”

“I—I like it! Ahh! More, more!”

Choseon, too, was heading toward the Western Pure Land together with Machil. At moments like this, even if heaven and earth collapsed, one would not know. She also failed to notice the presence of the shadow entirely.

The shadow slowly draped the cloth held in both hands over Machil’s head. And in a single instant!

“Ghk!”

Without giving Machil even a moment to realize, the shadow wrapped the cloth around his neck and twisted.

Machil’s pupils dilated. Yet only a single grain of a scream leaked out. His two hands, which had been gripping and turning Choseon’s buttocks, grabbed at the shadow’s hands, but it was not enough.

Machil’s bloodshot pupils gradually rolled upward until the irises disappeared from sight. His entire body began to tremble with fear of death. Thanks to that, Choseon was heading toward climax even faster. To Machil’s lower body, trembling at ultra-high speed like a vibrator, Choseon completely lost herself.

“Aaaah! Ah....”

Choseon did not know that this was the movement of a final flash of life. At last, the strength drained from her eyes. That was how tremendous Machil’s final trembling was.

His violent shaking soon stopped. Immediately after, the shadow pressed down on Machil’s waist with a knee.

Then, it began the exact same thrusting motion Machil had been making.

“Ahhngh!”

Choseon’s body heated up once more.

The shadow’s knee-driven thrusts formed a beautiful harmony with Choseon’s buttocks. When his knee moved forward, Machil’s waist was driven forward, roughly pounding into Choseon’s lower body.

“Aaaah!”

The shadow, Dong Bong-su, kept moving his knee without rest. Machil’s neck had already been completely snapped and no longer functioned. Even so, his yang thing was different.

A rigidly hardened iron skewer.

It was nothing less than a steel club. Rigor mortis had not yet set in, but the stiffness brought on by death made it a perfectly rigid penis.

Choseon could not help but go mad.

“Ah! Kyaah! I’m dying!”

Leaving Choseon to scream her cries of rapture, Dong Bong-su stared into empty space. That 모습 looked as though he was checking something.

Even in that state, for a while, his knee and Choseon’s coupling did not stop.

Some time later.

“Aaaah!”

At the very moment Choseon convulsed violently, experiencing a climax she would never feel again in her life.

Dong Bong-su finished what he had been checking, then loosened the cloth wrapped around Machil’s neck and looped it around Choseon’s neck.

Crack.

With a short sound, her slender neck lost its proper position and dangled loosely.

“Ghk.”

Choseon was an unlucky woman in every sense. If Machil had not suddenly acted on a whim today, the woman who would have died would not have been Choseon, but Aeng-aeng. With an overheated, dying scream, she departed from this world.

If there was any small mercy for her, it was that she lost her life at the moment she reached the Western Pure Land.

Who knew?

Perhaps she would remain in the Western Pure Land and enjoy eternal happiness.

Dong Bong-su, just as when he had killed Machil earlier, stared into empty space and checked something. That action was to confirm the change in experience points.

On the experience bar.

There was a change. It was very slight, but there was clearly a yellow gauge filled in the bar. It was almost at the level of a speck of dust, but since there had been no change at all before, it was noticeable at a glance.

Insects and rats gave no experience points.

But.

Humans were clearly different. If there had been no change in experience points from today’s killings, Dong Bong-su’s subsequent course of action would have been completely different.

Of course, there was also a problem. The amount of experience was far too small. Because of that, he failed to verify whether the amount of experience differed depending on strength. The reason he created a time gap between killing Machil and Choseon was precisely to check that.

Thanks to that, Choseon was able to attain blissful rebirth, though.

Whir, rip, drag, thud, ....

The sounds of work continued for some time.

Dong Bong-su hung the two corpses from the beam that supported the space between the roof and the pillars. Now, the two had become people who had committed suicide. In truth, Dong Bong-su could have placed their bodies into his inventory and disposed of them elsewhere, but he chose to handle it as a suicide instead. He judged that the method would leave no aftereffects.

After finishing up, he approached the wall. From the wall hung a cloth embroidered beautifully with leopard patterns, draped like a curtain.

Rip.

Dong Bong-su pulled the cloth aside. A wall made of wooden pillars connected in a straight line, 111111... in the shape of the numeral “1,” came into view. The wooden pillars standing side by side supported the beam, and the beam in turn supported a roof shaped like “ㅅ.” In Bongyang, most houses were built as prefabricated structures like this. It was a construction method in which grooves were carved into the wooden pillars so they could be organically connected and stacked together.

In houses of this design, even if one or two wooden pillars were removed, the ceiling would not collapse.

As if proving that point, the very last wooden pillar was missing. In its place was a hole large enough for a person to pass through.

Just what in the world had happened?

By normal means, it was impossible to remove just that single pillar alone. A prefabricated house was like an intricate set of Lego blocks. Without dismantling it piece by piece from the top down, removing one from the middle was truly a difficult task.

But....

Dong Bong-su was not an ordinary person.

Half-human, half-character.

Even things that no one here could do, he could accomplish.