Chapter 1177

< Episode 1177 > Day 15

Sung Yoojin lay sprawled on the warehouse floor. In contrast, Nakagami Risa stood up and climbed atop Sung Yoojin, spreading her legs shoulder-width apart.

Her smooth vulva was fully exposed. From the slightly parted pink folds, transparent and sticky arousal juices dripped down. Not stopping there, Nakagami Risa even used her fingers to spread herself wider, revealing the glossy pink insides.

“Senior Nakagami is showing such lewdness…!”

Haga Riko covered her mouth in shock. Nakagami Risa was smiling, indicating this wasn’t something she was forced to do by Sung Yoojin.

Soon after, Nakagami Risa lowered her hips. Her vagina began to engulf the towering erection, stretching to its limits before completely swallowing it. Her firm breasts jiggled, and her waist arched beautifully—a figure so stunning that even other women couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

But that didn’t last long. Nakagami Risa started moving her hips violently, adopting a vulgar expression.

“Haaaaang! Aaaang! So hard, it feels amazing! Aaah!”

Nakagami Risa’s cries of pleasure echoed outside the warehouse. Haga Riko was startled.

‘Th-this isn’t the time for this!’

She tried to move away from the warehouse but couldn’t tear her eyes away from their sex. As she watched Nakagami Risa gyrate lewdly, an image of herself overlapped with hers.

‘Did I look this depraved too…?’

Haga Riko remembered being forcefully taken by Sung Yoojin.

The disgraceful memory of being defiled by a “Chosen-jin.”

Simultaneously, it was also the humiliating memory that made her realize she was a woman. The first sexual pleasure experienced as a woman.

‘No!’

She denied the rising pleasure while reflecting on herself. There was nothing better to cool her head.

Since childhood, Haga Riko had followed her parents’ instructions: attending school, studying when she returned home, and learning the family martial arts in the evening.

That cycle continued until she entered university. The only time she could breathe freely was when she played with Wada Kyoshiro, which diminished further once she entered middle school.

Many men approached her due to her beauty. Of course, Haga Riko repelled those who approached her with ill intentions—sometimes through gentle conversation, sometimes with a touch of physical force. They would flee in fear afterward.

Haga Riko only allowed Wada Kyoshiro to stay by her side because he saw her purely, unlike other men. That was why she liked him.

‘But…’

Wada Kyoshiro disappeared, and Sung Yoojin kept coming to mind. Her body responded to the pleasure he gave her. She had already pulled down her pants and was touching herself.

Her vulva was hot and wet. The liquid soaking her wasn’t just her own—it was also the saliva left behind from when Sung Yoojin licked her earlier.

‘That bastard’s breath and tongue… Ugh…’

Crunch crunch.

She inserted her fingers into her vagina. Haga Riko realized what she was doing and panicked but didn’t remove her hand.

‘I’m thinking of Kyoshiro… I’m masturbating while thinking of Kyoshiro!’

She brought Wada Kyoshiro’s face to mind, suppressing her impending moans of pleasure as much as possible while exhaling.


Hot breaths collide and shatter against the window.

Then my eyes meet with Sung Yoojin lying on the floor. Sung Yoojin smirks wickedly.

Gyahaaak.

Ha and Na feel their grips tightening down below. Outraged by this, she bites her lip hard and glares at Sung Yoojin. Her fingers still fiddle mischievously.

Sung Yoojin pins Nakagami Risa struggling above her to the ground. Like a prized possession, rough sex continues.

“Aaaaah! Haaang!”

Nakagami Risa, split apart below, screams at the top of her lungs. Drool streams from her mouth, her eyes rolling wildly. Sung Yoojin keeps eyeing Ha and Na beyond the window while doing it.

Ha and Na feel uneasy but can’t back down. Squish squish squish. From the moment he looked at her, the pleasure felt down there became overwhelming. Without realizing, Ha and Na imagines herself pinned beneath Sung Yoojin.

Pssst, pfft, psssst!

A fountain erupts from below. Ha and Na shakes uncontrollably. The love juice splatters against the wall. Drip drip. It flows downward following gravity’s pull.

Even after reaching climax once, Ha and Na can’t find satisfaction and begins touching herself. But her mind feels clearer, bringing unwanted thoughts.

“…Did I really like Kyoshiro?”

Was it a mistake thinking I liked Kyoshiro just because he was the only guy around?

It was inevitable such thoughts would arise.

Every time I see that Joseon girl, an inexplicable thrill runs through me. Even now, looking into her eyes, my body reacts to Sung Yoojin.

“No…I like Kyoshiro. Kyoshiro definitely…”

Realization strikes Ha and Na’s face momentarily stiffens.

“…Have I ever masturbated thinking about Kyoshiro?”

Never.

…

Nakagami Risa and Ha and Na disappear shortly before the festival starts and reappear.

Their outfits have changed.

Ha and Na wears a blue kimono, Nakagami Risa a red one.

“How do I look? Doesn’t it suit me well?”

“…”

While Nakagami Risa proudly displays herself, Ha and Na avoids my gaze for no reason.

“It suits you.”

“Woah, it really suits you! Where did you get the kimono?”

Waada Kyoshiro and I are amazed. Especially Kyoshiro, who can’t take his eyes off Ha and Na while asking questions.

“The grandma from the hole shop lent it to me.”

Ha and Na says calmly.

“Oh…is that so?”

Kyoshiro’s voice lowers. He’s noticed too. That Ha and Na’s energy is lower than usual. Likely due to what happened in the warehouse just now.

Nakagami Risa saunters over to me and wraps my arm in her bosom. Ha and Na glances this way then nonchalantly turns away.

Nakagami Risa chuckles at Ha and Na’s reaction.

“You’re jealous.”

“Her? She hates me.”

She hasn’t fallen into corruption yet. No time to turn her into a lackey either.

“I know. My woman’s intuition is sharper than yours. Ha and Na’s change…must be because of what happened in the warehouse.”

“You knew?”

“Of course, when you stare that much, it’s obvious.”

Nakagami Risa smiles. She doesn’t seem to have any particular feelings towards Ha and Na.

“By the way, I heard when wearing a kimono, underwear isn’t worn underneath. …Did you wear any?”

“What do you think?”

“Probably not.”

“Correct.”

…

Team leader Mori Masahiro’s Team 1 moved to the shrine as planned. His persuasion of Minewaki Juri failed. Minewaki Juri locked herself in her room and wouldn’t budge.

Our Team 2 wandered around the village. As it’s a festival, the village streets were decorated with lanterns. Though few people, it had a festival atmosphere.

But there weren’t many attractions. No street vendors either. We took pictures while wandering around.

Kuung. Kuung. Kuung. Kuung. Kuung.

A steady beat resounds…


A sound echoed through the air—it was the thunderous beat of a massive drum. Its source? The shrine nearby. Not unpleasant, but it grated on me just a little.

I strolled down the street as villagers approached with smiles, handing out various festival treats: chicken skewers, yakisoba, takoyaki, and more—all brimming with celebratory vibes.

Wada Kyoshiro graciously accepted them all without hesitation.

Everything was fine… except for the takoyaki, which just wasn’t my thing.

“Hold on. I’ll be right back; need to use the restroom.”

After informing the group, I approached the middle-aged octopus lookalike who’d made the takoyaki. He tensed slightly when he saw me coming.

“Was the takoyaki not enough? Just wait a moment. I’ll make some more.”

“People should be fair,” I said.

“…What do you mean?”

“You know that hole-in-the-wall shop? I told that old hag I’d kill her if her food tasted bad—and that promise applies to everyone in this village.”

I swung the rock in my hand tauntingly. The guy, who had been wary, quickly stepped back to dodge.

“You’re insane…”

“The takoyaki? It was godawful. So bad, you deserve to die.”

“So be it. I’ve been waiting to settle scores since I heard about how you killed the villagers… Don’t think dying will be easy. You’ll have to face the hatred of those you’ve murdered.”

The man pulled a knife from his robes. As he unraveled the paper around it, a razor-sharp cleaver emerged.

He readied himself with the cleaver. To others, it might’ve looked impressive, but to me, it was laughably clumsy. I mocked him, and he lunged forward aggressively.

As I moved closer, I hurled the rock at him. Too close for him to dodge properly, he caught it with his other hand while swinging the knife at me. I sidestepped, slapped his face hard with an open palm—*smack!* His head whipped to the side. I caught the falling rock and slammed it into his face.

“Aaaaargh!”

Blinded by pain, he wildly slashed at nothing but air. I backed off a bit, letting him flail harmlessly before striking again with the rock to the back of his head.

That was the finishing blow. He collapsed. I snatched the knife and plunged it into his chest. Dead.

I dumped the body somewhere inconspicuous.

‘That takes care of one annoying guy.’

It was necessary to eliminate any young or strong ones beforehand so they wouldn’t cause trouble later when they inevitably came after me en masse.

‘At least this way, things will be slightly easier.’

I glanced around and locked eyes with some villagers standing a distance away. They panicked and fled.

I returned to the group, snapping a few photos of the village as we went.

Once everything settled, we gathered in an empty field near some farmland where there were chairs and tables set up, probably a resting spot for the villagers.

“Wada.”

“Yes, Nakagami-senpai.”

“It’s such a shame to leave without doing anything special. How about you buy us some beer? I’ll cover it.”

“Senpai, as much as I agree it’s disappointing to leave like this… we have early morning plans tomorrow.”

“Just one can won’t hurt. Drinking one beer won’t incapacitate you.”

“We could drink back at the inn. There might still be a few cans left.”

“I want it here.”

“…Alright then. Let me go with Gyousei.”

“No, someone needs to stay here. Wada, mind going alone? I’ll give you the flashlight.”

Kyoshiro hesitated, glancing nervously at Hagawa Ryouko before asking,

“Can I go with Ryouko?”

“Hmm… This depends on Hagawa’s opinion.”

“…”

After a brief silence, Hagawa Ryouko replied,

“Sorry, Kyoshiro. My legs hurt too much to walk. I’d rather stay here and rest.”

“…If that’s what you want… I’ll be quick.”

With that uneasy expression, Wada Kyoshiro headed toward the hole-in-the-wall shop. It was located in the opposite direction from here, taking at least 20 minutes round trip—or longer if he got lost.

As soon as he disappeared from sight, Nakagami Lisa wrapped her arms around my back.