The Greedy Demon

“Ah……! Young Leader, stop, let go, hngh! Please, let go of me!”

Baek Geon-ha thrust his hips impatiently, like a dog in heat. Seol Ah-heon resisted, but with his member still firmly gripped, escape was impossible.

“L-let go……!”

“If I let go, will you behave?”

“Ngh, how much more ‘behaved’ do I have to be……!”

He cried out as if he were about to burst into tears. Miraculously, he still had enough spirit left to talk back.

Baek Geon-ha released his grip on the part, as the sight was becoming quite pitiful. Yet, when Seol Ah-heon continued to hiccup and sob, he stroked the shaft as if to soothe him. At that gentle stimulation, Seol Ah-heon’s cries turned into a heated, melodic moan.

“Aaah, ah!”

The member in his hand swelled in size. Seeing this, Baek Geon-ha let out a smirk.

It was true that the higher the pleasure, the more effective the Yin-Harvesting Art became. At this rate, today’s hunt was going to be an immense success.

Baek Geon-ha didn’t stop at draping one of Seol Ah-heon’s legs over his shoulder; he pressed his entire torso down. Underneath the soft skin, a pulse thrummed violently—proof that he was alive.

With a haunting smile, Baek Geon-ha caressed Seol Ah-heon’s body. His hand, which had been moving as if tickling him, stopped over the chest.

Thump, thump, thump…

Despite having taken countless lives, Baek Geon-ha enjoyed feeling that his partner was alive. Witnessing that pulsing vitality excited him. Furthermore, there was the extreme Yin energy radiating from Seol Ah-heon.

“……Hic, hngh!”

Like a starving ghost gorging itself at a banquet, Baek Geon-ha devoured Seol Ah-heon to his heart’s content. He circulated his Qi without ceasing the movement of his hips.

Seol Ah-heon’s body was wide open. Since this wasn’t limited to just his opening, Baek Geon-ha could easily siphon his Qi.

“Haa…….”

Energy as cold as the air on the harshest winter day slowly flowed into him. Anyone else would have flinched as if they had touched ice, but Baek Geon-ha was different.

It had been ten years since he had filled his entire body with Extreme Yang energy. His ruined internal organs and severed meridians had recovered miraculously. However, the desperate measure he took to survive had eventually backfired…….

From a certain point, his internal energy would reverse its flow if he didn’t periodically ingest Yin energy. It hadn’t reached an uncontrollable level yet, but if his energy ever went berserk, there was no way to avoid Qi Deviation.

In that sense, Seol Ah-heon’s existence was both a misfortune and a blessing. He had lost the Soul-Freezing Pill to the brat, but in exchange, he had gained a vessel for the Yin-Harvesting Art. It was a sour irony, like an unripened plum.

“Hngh, my waist…….”

The whining sound broke his untimely reverie. Baek Geon-ha looked down at Seol Ah-heon. His pupils, dark as mulberries, were hazy; he seemed intoxicated by a mix of alcohol, pain, and ecstasy. Even though discomfort was written clearly on his face, there wasn’t a trace of humiliation to be found—a truly interesting thing.

“I’ve finally found a useful fellow.”

Muttering those words, Baek Geon-ha brushed back the hair that had fallen over Seol Ah-heon’s forehead. Though he had finally been recognized as “useful” just as he had wanted, Seol Ah-heon could do nothing but let out hot, shallow breaths.

“Mngh…….”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh reached his ears from somewhere. It was a persistent, squelching sound that was impossible to ignore. Eventually, Seol Ah-heon forced his heavy eyelids open.

“……Huh?”

He realized immediately. The source of the sound was his own lower half.

“You’re awake.”

Baek Geon-ha spoke without stopping his thrusts. Seol Ah-heon, like someone coming face-to-face with a tiger in the middle of the night, gasped and tried to push him away. But he was powerless, and the other man was more lustful than usual. His calloused hands merely brushed against Baek Geon-ha’s chest before falling limply.

“W-wait a minute. Have we been in this state the whole time…….”

“Not quite. The position has changed.”

Baek Geon-ha replied nonchalantly. As if to prove his words, Seol Ah-heon’s legs were now sprawled out. It was different from earlier when one leg was on Baek Geon-ha’s shoulder, and different from the second round in the rear-entry position.

The third round had returned to the missionary position. He remembered being pinned down like a specimen and having the rod hammered into him while he tried to push away the man who was clinging to him relentlessly. By that point, he had almost no sensation left in his lower body. It felt heavy and aching, as if his flesh no longer belonged to him.

‘Haa, ah……! N-no!’

However, he wasn’t so numb that he couldn’t feel the sensation of being split open deep inside. Ever since they started, he had been thinking, ‘Crazy, I really don’t think this is going to work,’ but this time it was for real.

Snap. He thought he heard something tear. He didn’t know if it was a real sound or not, but it was clear that something bad was happening inside his body.

‘……Aah!’

The rod, pushed to its limit, finally invaded the deepest, curved part of his interior. Seol Ah-heon arched his back and trembled violently.

‘It was worth the effort of taking it slow.’

Hearing Baek Geon-ha’s murmur made the blood rush to his head. Slow? Effort? When on earth had he ever acted that way? But he didn’t even have the energy to argue. He could only moan softly as he was shaken.

Then, his consciousness seemed to snap.

“……Did I pass out?”

“Yes. You’re weaker than you look.”

It wasn’t that he was weak; it was that Baek Geon-ha was too much. Besides, if the partner passes out, isn’t it common courtesy to stop? But far from stopping, Baek Geon-ha seemed to have started a fourth or fifth round just for his own pleasure.

‘He said the modified Yin-Harvesting Art was beneficial to the partner too!’

Does that “partner” not include me? Seol Ah-heon fumed inwardly.

“You shouldn’t just focus on internal cultivation; you need to train your physical body too, Ice Cube.”

Baek Geon-ha teased him playfully. His tone had become much more familiar, but Seol Ah-heon wasn’t in any state to notice.

“W-when are you going to finish?”

“When I’m satisfied.”

“……And when will that be?”

“I don’t know myself, but it’s certainly not now.”

He played innocent while wearing the expression of a well-fed cat. Seol Ah-heon realized too late that his question was wrong. This wasn’t a matter of negotiation, but one of notification.

“Please stop now.”

He tried to speak firmly, but he couldn’t help the tremor in his voice. Perhaps that was why Baek Geon-ha didn’t stop moving his hips.

“……Hngh.”

A large hand stroked Seol Ah-heon’s flat stomach and waist. At a glance, the hand looked delicate, but it was covered in callouses. Seol Ah-heon’s hips bucked at the rough stimulation.

That hand wandered over his lower abdomen, tracing the outline of his own rod inside the belly. Soon, he lightly gripped Seol Ah-heon’s member.

“Hgh!”

A sharp, needle-like prick of electricity shot through the crown of his head. Despite the situation not being one for pleasure, his body was frustratingly honest. However, he still didn’t achieve an erection.

“You really are weaker than you look.”

Baek Geon-ha, who was fiddling with the member, clicked his tongue. He had already ejaculated twice or thrice himself, so what did he expect? It was hard enough just to keep his back straight, let alone his member.

Seol Ah-heon’s body twitched. The muscles of his entire overworked body were having minor spasms. He wanted to pass out again, but even that wouldn’t happen.

“Ugh, ah, ……hic!”

Suddenly thrusting his rod in hard, Baek Geon-ha tilted his head back. His black hair shimmered. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, Seol Ah-heon suddenly realized something.

Baek Geon-ha’s complexion looked incredibly good.

It was like the morning after he had spent the night with a woman who had seduced him—no, he looked even better than that. His face was practically glowing.

It seemed that damn Yin-Harvesting Art had indeed worked. Am I happy it succeeded? My foot. Seol Ah-heon was incensed at the thought that this was all thanks to siphoning his energy.

‘Is the person Baek Geon-ha wants to become not the Heavenly Demon, but an Erotic Demon?’

These were words he couldn’t say even with the help of alcohol. But since his thoughts were free, Seol Ah-heon swallowed a string of curses.

‘Bad guy. Crazy perverted bastard. If you don’t spare me after all this, you’re truly human trash!’

“Seol Ah-heon.”

Suddenly hearing his name called, Seol Ah-heon flinched. He was always called “Little Mouse” or “Ice Cube”; what was the reason for this sudden change of heart?

‘He didn’t learn mind-reading, did he?’

Baek Geon-ha tapped his tense cheek.

“You haven’t passed out, so why are you being so boring? It’s no fun.”

Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be mind-reading. After all, if Baek Geon-ha could read minds, he never would have let him live this long. Feeling a bit relieved, Seol Ah-heon blurted out:

“When was I ever fun?”

“Well, that’s true. But I did enjoy watching you snap back earlier.”

“…….”

Baek Geon-ha wore a deep smile as if remembering something. And in the next moment.

“Hngh……!”

It felt as if fluid was being poured deep inside. At the hot, wet sensation, Seol Ah-heon’s toes curled.

His insides were completely filled with Baek Geon-ha. Even so, he hadn’t prepared for this. Something felt wrong—terribly wrong.