Chapter 27

“…You said you give wealth to sacrifices, but at this rate you’re going to take all of mine.”

“This is my first time with a sacrifice who has money….”

Her smile, bright like spring, didn’t fade. Her tone was a little drowsy and languid, yet she said everything she wanted, one by one. She didn’t look offended at all by Hong Yeom-rang’s words.

As he kept scratching his wrist like it itched uncontrollably, Hisa gently tugged his sleeve again.

“Did something bite you. Want me to put some spit on it.”

“That’s disgusting. Try it and see what happens.”

Hong Yeom-rang warned her, saying he wouldn’t let it slide.

Hisa stared down at his wrist, reddened from all the scratching. She lowered her head. Even though he could have pulled his hand away, Hong Yeom-rang stayed still. Ignoring his warning easily, her damp lips lightly touched his wrist.

“You bit my fingers too.”

She lifted her head as she said it, her eyes curving into a smile. Then, before Hong Yeom-rang could grab her, she slipped deeper into the cave where there was nowhere to run.

“…F*ck….”

He swallowed the curse.

Hisa had only gotten back at him for biting her fingers. But the brief moment her damp lips touched him made his lower abdomen tighten. Under his loose pants, his cock swelled clearly.

He wanted to press it against the rough cave wall or anything and grind.

The place that had been burning hot was his shoulder, but now what burned far more was below.

“Ha….”

Without hesitation, Hong Yeom-rang shoved his hand inside and grabbed his cock.

Starting from his balls, he ran his hand up along the veined length, clumsy and rough with a hand that wasn’t used to touching himself. He leaned his heated head against the cave wall. His gaze was sharp as he checked whether Hisa would come out again.

If she came out, then what.

His lips twisted.

Hadn’t she already seen him doing this. Showing it twice wouldn’t matter.

Stroke. Stroke.

“Ha… huff… ha…”

He breathed out roughly, heat spilling from him. Even pressing his forehead hard against the stone wall didn’t calm the raging heat below. There was no sign of Hisa coming back out. She might be pretending not to know again.

As if to show her, Hong Yeom-rang brought his wrist, the one she had kissed, up to his lips. He pressed his own lips over it. It felt like the damp touch was still there.

As he moved his arm roughly, his injured shoulder flared with heat, and the fire below grew worse. When he rubbed at the slit of his tip with his nail, the release came quickly. Thick spurts soaked his pants and coated his palm with white fluid.

At that moment, Hong Yeom-rang bared his teeth and bit down hard on his own wrist.

Even after biting down painfully, it didn’t ease his anger. Teeth marks formed and blood seeped out.

“Ha…”

His breathing came out ragged. The breath that had stayed calm even when stabbing beasts was now rough. It was hard to tell which one was the beast. Hong Yeom-rang steadied his breathing.

He looked at his palm, already cooling and sticky. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped between his fingers, but the smell and the sticky residue didn’t disappear easily. No matter how clean he wiped, faint traces remained. Something twisted inside his chest. There were still white strands clinging.

Without fully cleaning it off, Hong Yeom-rang went into the cave.

As soon as he entered, Hong Yeom-rang took off his upper clothes and began washing himself at a small pool in the cave. Hisa lay on the mat, watching him quietly.

From her angle, the skin on his left shoulder looked different. Only then did she realize it was where Baek-ah had stepped on him. He hadn’t shown any sign of pain, so she hadn’t noticed at all.

Her drowsiness vanished instantly.

As Hisa pushed herself up, he suddenly untied his pants and pulled them down.

His firm, well-shaped butt was suddenly exposed.

“…Ah….”

Then when Hong Yeom-rang spread his thighs, something dark and heavy dropped between them, hitting his inner thigh.

Hisa froze mid-movement. While his back was turned, she quickly turned her gaze away. But without meaning to, her eyes fell to her wrist. She rolled up her yellow sleeve and looked down to her forearm, then hurriedly covered it again.

She had thought the goblins were just teasing her.

Only the sound of dripping water echoed in the cave. Occasionally, the sound of splashing as he washed reached her ears. Hisa covered the back of her neck with her palm. Cold sweat formed.

She should have been paying attention to his injury.

Even after bleeding, Baek-ah had let him go without resistance.

Because he had returned what he received.

She hadn’t even thought that far. She had taken Hong Yeom-rang around, even showing him the straw sandals made from hair. What had she been so excited about. Because he came looking for her and acknowledged her.

Hisa bit her lip.

Then, without hesitating further, she got up just as he finished washing and turned around, and they ran straight into each other.

“You said you were sleepy. Where are you going now.”

His damp hair, still not dried, trailed over his bare upper body. Hisa couldn’t hide her gaze. Without realizing it, she looked below his navel, over the thin pants he had changed into.

“Miss, where are you looking.”

What the hell is wrong with her.

Hong Yeom-rang almost lost his mind at the way she stared so openly between his legs. He tilted his gaze down at her. The area below his navel itched again.

He bent one knee and sat down in front of her, spreading his thighs wide.

Only then did her gaze lift back to his face.

Hisa’s eyes widened.

Again, again, she’s about to lie.

“I was looking because your shoulder is injured.”

She said it without blinking, pure lies spilling out. How could she say that so boldly.

“Is my shoulder between my legs.”

“…Not just your shoulder. I thought you might be hurt somewhere else.”

“How were you planning to check inside my pants. Want me to take them off for you.”

He grinned as he asked. Then he grabbed the tie at his waist and loosened it. Sitting low, it didn’t fall all the way, but it slipped down below his navel.

With his arms resting loosely on his knees, Hong Yeom-rang looked at her.

At this rate, those black eyes might roll back.

Still staring at him with wide eyes, Hisa was speechless for the first time. Her expression was so absurdly amusing that Hong Yeom-rang started to get up slowly.

Thud.

“Ugh!”

“Rang, it hurts right. Just lie there. I’ll go get herbs right away!”

That crazy, insane woman…!

As Hong Yeom-rang tried to stand, Hisa grabbed his injured shoulder and shoved him back. Anyone would lose their balance in that situation. Taking advantage of his moment of carelessness, she pushed him back and vanished lightly.

“Hey!”

Hong Yeom-rang, his upper body falling onto the still warm mat where she had been lying, called out to her.

She didn’t even look back as she left.

He got played again.

How was this possible. Even if he had let his guard down, Hisa was no ordinary being. Again and again, she made a fool of him.

His shoulder throbbed where she had grabbed it. Since he had already fallen, he just lay there and let out a hollow laugh.

His loosened lower half barely covered his half-hard cock.

Hisa’s bitter and sweet scent already lingered. That in itself was dangerous. Heat rose to his head again, and the sticky smell clung to his mind.

If he had stood up, if Hisa hadn’t pushed him away, what would he have done.

Hong Yeom-rang slowly licked his lower lip.

“She even cleared the place so I could f*ck like a servant.”

His dry, desire-filled voice echoed in the cave.

He had just cleaned himself and changed, yet it was already pointless. Not wanting to ruin another pair of pants, he lifted his hips and pushed them down to his ankles.

He got up slightly and grabbed his stiff cock again. Hong Yeom-rang leaned down, inhaling the scent where Hisa had rested her head. Then he pressed his bare cock against the still warm mat and rubbed.

The silk brushed smoothly against him.

He thought of Hisa lying here, shifting and resting.