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【Book Chapter 9 】
It was a chaotic era when yokai and spirits swarmed in all directions, humans went mad, endlessly slaughtering each other, and in a time of confusion where there was no rain, more died than were born.
The Heavenly Emperor, feeling pity for the deteriorating world and seeing the foolish humans, sent one of the seven dragons that supported the heavens to the edge of a towering mountain range, where it was closest to the sky, to watch over them.
Thus, the dragon Kijoon, who descended along the Bohyeon Mountains Ranges, was aware from the moment he was in his mother's womb, before taking any form, that he was a being destined to either rule or destroy the world.
However, there was one thing the Heavenly Emperor had overlooked when he sent him down below the heavens.
Originally, dragons were creatures of a leisurely and lazy nature, but the black dragon, Kijoon was the epitome of this. He was so lazy that, before being sent down, he even wished he could die, as breathing itself seemed bothersome to him.
Unlike the celestial beings who accumulated virtue throughout their lives and ascended, death was like a mirage to those who were immortal from birth. For eternity, he chased and pursued death, yet could never reach it, and eventually, he grew weary and gave up.
Perhaps the Heavenly Emperor knew this and cast out the lazy black dragon for this very reason.
Even though he had been reduced from a dragon to nothing more than a mere snake, his nature did not change.
He thought that becoming a lowly creature and being eaten by another animal wouldn't be so bad, so he willingly accepted the Heavenly Emperor's will and descended. However, by unfortunate chance, he ended up being caught by a vicious weasel.
The body he had newly taken on was so small that, unable to regain his memory and strength, he was sealed in a pit during that time. Even without his reason, being a natural predator, he couldn’t resist his hunger and ended up devouring all the other small creatures born with him.
As soon as he hatched, he committed a heinous act, so it was only natural that he would suffer and face divine retribution. Thus, the vengeful spirits of his siblings took residence in his body, and his life was marked with a heavy price. However, despite being divine retribution, it was surprisingly lenient.
If other creatures had found themselves in the same situation, they would have despaired, thinking that their weaknesses had grown twelvefold in this harsh world, making them even more vulnerable. But Kijoon was simply annoyed. He had come down to die, only to have his life extended by eleven.
He had hoped that the greedy weasel yokai, charging in to tear out all the reverse scales, would make things easier for him, and for a moment, it seemed like his wish would be granted smoothly, but, lo and behold... Of all the things he could have ended up with, he was caught by some small fry so weak that it couldn’t even devour a single vengeful spirit of the dead snakes.
Unable to inherit the power of the deceased mother Imugi, it turned its attention to the still-weak offspring, hoping to consume their spirit core and transform into an Imugi itself. It tore out the reverse scales with this ambition but overwhelmed by the snake venom, it couldn’t swallow even a single one.
Fearing punishment from the heavens, it made a human do it in its place. In the end, however, it lacked the capability to swallow the reverse scales, and, with nowhere to hide them, it ended up handing them back to the humans.
Thus, rather than dying, he found himself bound to the earth instead — how could such an absurd thing happen? Not only that, it seemed that when he plucked his own reverse scale, it would inevitably grow back, so he couldn’t even commit suicide.
In the beginning, for a few years, he was angry, thinking, ‘Of all the yokai, why did such a fool have to come and ruin everything?’ He even harboured thoughts of tearing that weasel bitch apart and killing her once his spiritual powers had reached a certain level.
However, as time passed, he grew weary of it all. Reflecting on it, he realised that if he simply remained idle, there might come a day when the weasel would swallow the reverse scales, or perhaps another yokai, coveting the Imugi’s power and the position of the Land Deity, would appear.
When that time came, he would willingly surrender even the last reverse scale left on his body.
With that in mind, he went with the flow and lived in compliance. Then, around that time, the weasel bitch ordered him to capture any powerful yokai or long-lived spiritual beings he could find. The reason for this was that her spiritual powers had waned to the point where she could no longer maintain her transformation properly.
It was clear that she wasn’t just foolish but utterly brainless; not only did she reveal all her weaknesses to the Imugi she had captured to eat later, but she even went as far as to hand her own lifeline directly to her enemy.
No matter how much she had controlled him with the reverse scale as a leash, treating him like a mere servant, an enemy was still an enemy. What on earth had she expected him to bring back, and why had she trusted him with it?
Kijoon initially went along with the weasel bitch’s orders a few times. He thought that if he brought her those creatures, her power would grow strong enough that she might finally devour him. At the same time, he also hoped that by wandering the world, he might find someone with greater spiritual powers than himself.
But there was no one. Not a single one.
With a mere flick of his hand, the yokai and long-lived spiritual beings met their swift demise, and he offered them to the weasel, who hungrily feasted on them. She devoured them, yet nothing changed. Despite feeding her such precious beings, she couldn't even absorb their power and remained a pitiful, worthless existence with her spiritual energy still at rock bottom.
Around that time, vengeful spirits tied to the reverse scales swallowed by the people bearing the surname Yoon began to surge through their bloodline, striving to seize control of their bodies. Thus, Kijoon felt he should eradicate the Yoon family scoundrels before he himself died.
As things kept growing more and more complicated, his head began to throb with pain. Then, a clever plan came to mind.
Not only his siblings but at the weasel's command, Kijoon even killed long-lived spiritual beings. His hands were stained with blood, his shoulders burdened with karma, and his surroundings were filled with the lingering grudges of those who could not even find peace in death.
Although he was sent with the divine mandate to spread virtue throughout the world, his actions were in direct defiance of the will of the Heavenly Emperor. As he continued to accumulate karma, wouldn't the heavens eventually take notice and deliver great divine punishment?
And so, Kijoon returned to living in submission, killing countless living beings as ordered by the weasel and the Yoon family scoundrels.
One day, something strange happened in the castle.
Yoon Jucheol brought in a delicate young girl, claiming she was his hidden daughter. In the ghostly, spirit-ridden Hwangju Castle, she was the only one with a clear and pure spirit, making her impossible to overlook.
Not only Kijoon, but also the siblings he had killed, along with the dozens, even hundreds, of vengeful spirits he had brought in were all captivated by the irresistible scent the girl exuded, and none of them could take their eyes off her.
The Yoon family, claiming the girl’s body was weak, began feeding her the reverse scales. At first, Kijoon wondered if she even knew what she was truly eating, and he was also curious about what would happen to the fragrant scent after she consumed it.
If she took after her father, her purity would quickly be tainted, like clear water soiled by dirt. After all, Hwangju Castle was already half occupied by spirits, filled with the stench of decay. It was a place where even those in their right mind, in an instant, lost control of their bodies and lost their sanity.
How long could the young girl possibly endure? In a place where even those with healthy bodies struggled to survive, she had swallowed a reverse scale. Her spirit and body would soon be claimed by those starving snakes. This was what he thought.
However, a few days later, when he saw the girl again, instead of having transformed into a snake and dying, she was still alive and moving about unharmed, exuding a pure fragrance.
After that, it seemed she swallowed the reverse scales several more times, but each time it was the same. Though her face grew more haggard, as if she had fallen ill from the venom of the reverse scales, her brilliant spirit never became tainted.
Clearly, there must have been some will on her part to cling to the thread of life, and Kijoon found that both impressive and fascinating. He was living a life where, despite wanting to die, he could not.
During the dull and fleeting days, watching that girl was his only source of joy. However, as time passed, the girl's eyes, once full of life and vitality, gradually withered like a fading flower.
Her spirit remained clear and pure, still a vibrant blue, but that was simply due to her unique constitution. The girl, however, seemed to be gradually losing her will to live; she became increasingly silent, and it became rarer for her to show any expression.
Eventually, with eyes as lifeless as a dead fish's, she stood still, staring at the snake monster rushing toward her. Suddenly, a surge of irritation rose within him.
Watching that girl endure each day was the only thing that kept him trudging through this hellish existence. But if she died too, what would he have left to cling to while waiting for divine retribution?
"That won't do..."
She couldn’t die so easily.
Thus, for the first time, Kijoon revealed himself before Nokhee and made his presence known.
Regrettably, Kijoon thought that there would come a time when the girl, even if she wanted to die, would realise she couldn’t because of him — and when that day came, she might resent him.
If that were to happen, what kind of feeling would it bring? As he tried to imagine it, a spark of curiosity, something he thought had disappeared long ago, suddenly surged within him.
However, there was something Kijoon hadn't anticipated, as he had only imagined hearing the girl's resentment.
―...You, serve as my scribe for a while.
From that day on, the girl began to follow him around persistently.
Making the absurd excuse of manuscript copying.
At first, it was amusing.
―Don't you have any sense of respect? Ignoring your lady is one thing, but how can you be so rude?"
The tiny thing, no bigger than a mouse's droppings, would follow him around, acting as if she were the owner. It was amusing enough that he would let her be. But when he got annoyed and either ignored her or dismissed her coldly, it was amusing how she would immediately change and start whimpering.
Even after swallowing the reverse scales and lying ill for several days, she would rush over to him, acting as if nothing had happened. At times, he found himself wondering how much longer she would endure, and when she would finally show him eyes filled with resignation.
When she gave him the ridiculous name 'Kijoon,' he thought to himself, 'This little one doesn't know the fear of yokai.' Even the weasel, though a lesser predator, would target creatures far stronger than herself. If she encountered a rat or a fox, weaker than her, she would try to rip it to pieces.
Yet, to bestow the name of a mere divine beast that frolicked at the foot of the mountain on an Imugi who might one day rise to the heavens as a dragon — did her father perhaps not caution her about him?
If, by any chance, she had been warned and still looked down on him and treated him like a lowly servant, she was truly fearless. If it had been any other yokai, it would have swallowed her whole, crunching even her bones and still been hungry for more.
However, Kijoon didn’t devour Nokhee, nor did he feel particularly offended. Perhaps it was because her face, smiling sweetly and saying 'Isn't it perfect?', seemed oddly charming to him.
They were just a lady and a servant. The relationship between the two — a yokai who could not die and a mere human who was little more than a source of amusement — entered a new phase after Nokhee nearly died at the hands of Yoon Jucheol's eldest son, who had transformed into a snake.
―The heirlooms I’ve consumed all this time.
―...
―That... are they really yours?
She suddenly came to him, saying she had something to tell him, and asked with swollen eyes. Kijoon was taken aback, wondering if she had truly been unaware of what she had been eating.
When he asked if she had only just realised it, the woman, her face pale and fighting back tears, replied that she wanted to become the Crown Princess and told him to take it back.
At first, he found it amusing, wondering what nonsense she would come up with next.
―But how can I possibly perform the wedding rites with a body like this? It would be a blessing if they didn’t cast me out for being cursed. While my father may have decided to send Bohee to the palace, he hasn’t even considered sending me.
― ...
―So please... take this back, Kijoon. Please help me become the Crown Princess. Okay?
Yet, strangely, as he listened to the woman rambling on and on, an unexpected surge of displeasure rose within him.
Not long ago, she said she wanted to open a book rental shop.
Those words rose to the tip of his tongue. So, after catching a thousand-year-old raccoon in the south to give to that weasel bitch, he rushed to the capital without stopping, even scouting out a decent spot.
Why had she changed her mind so easily to become the Crown Princess in just a few days? Was it in the nature of young ones to change their minds as quickly as flipping a hand?
―What will you do if I say I don’t want it?
―I’ll search for another yokai who can take this.
Kijoon barely suppressed the urge to return to his true form and annihilate all the yokai in the world.
―I am asking whether it is acceptable for someone who another man has defiled to consummate the marriage with the Crown Prince.
Clenching his teeth, he asked her, and Nokhee replied that it didn’t matter. If she could rise to the highest position, that much was of no concern to her...
That made his eyes flash with rage.
―Hold onto the pillar and put the hem of your skirt in your mouth.
Saying this, he knelt down and greedily sucked and licked between Nokhee's legs. Meanwhile, he wondered where the mouth-watering scent he had caught a hint of before was coming from, and it turned out to be coming from the juices flowing from her pussy hole.
The overwhelming scent hit him, and for the first time, the dragon, who had lived an eternity in dull monotony, was swept away by a wave of lust.
Kijoon, half-crazed, lunged at Nokhee like a wild beast and violated her. He forcefully drove his penis into her tightly closed, unyielding virgin entrance, and upon finally penetrating her, he savagely pounded her womb with the tip of his penis.
Nokhee, who had been crying out in pain, eventually fainted, and Kijoon, finding the narrow flesh inside her both stifling and exhilarating as it tightly gripped his penis, could only thrash about like a maddened dragon.
Even in his half-crazed state, he knew that the position of Crown Princess was incredibly prestigious, but his thoughts were consumed by the petty notion that he had to stretch the depths of Nokhee's pussy to fit the size of his cock, to the point where she couldn't even pretend to be a virgin anymore.
His other cock, unable to even attempt entry due to the hole being too tight, swung pitifully between Nokhee's legs. Kijoon felt a deep regret that he couldn't insert both.
‘Where do you think you're going, leaving me here alone?’
After endlessly repeating those words in his mind like a madman and completing their first union, Kijoon began sneaking into Nokhee's quarters at every opportunity, using the excuse of the reverse scales.
He couldn't help it. All day long, he could only think of Nokhee's insides, his cock swelling uncontrollably. He couldn't possible walk around with his lower body bulging to the point of bursting in places where the humans were coming and going.
Being a beast by nature, it didn't matter to him, but if the weasel found out, it would cause trouble. So, shamelessly, he snuck into his lady's room and, as he aligned their lower bodies, at some point, one of the reverse scales inside Nokhee's body transferred to him.
Just because it passed on to him, it didn't mean it grew back on his body.
After completing their union and leaving Nokhee asleep as if dead, he felt something lodged in his throat. He went to a secluded place, transformed into his true form, and spat something out. What came out was the reverse scale that Nokhee had been carrying.
It was definitely his, but it was strange. Why wasn't it growing back on his body, and instead, it was coming out through his mouth?
The answer was quickly found. In the spot where the reverse scale had been removed, exposing the red flesh, there was now a very soft and thin new scale. It wasn't growing in the reverse direction like before, but instead, it was growing straight in the correct direction.
"Ah."
Recognising this, Kijoon let out a small, almost lamenting sigh. The heavenly punishment was over. He sensed it. Damn it, as if the end of his punishment wasn’t enough, the time had come for him to fulfill the duty that the Heavenly Emperor had assigned him in the mortal world.
The newly grown scale was so thin and fragile that even the slightest force seemed like it could tear it away.
If he continued to accumulate karma here, he would be condemned to live as a lowly yokai, unable even to die, and would never again be able to ascend as a dragon.
He looked at the delicate new scale, pondering his next move carefully, when a question suddenly crossed his mind. Why was he even hesitating?
"...I don’t necessarily have to become a dragon and ascend to the heavens again, do I?"
The Heavenly Emperor had commanded to spread virtue throughout the world but He never mentioned anything besides that. In any case, Kijoon had willingly descended here by his own decision, so how he lived here was a matter for him to decide.
However, he simply couldn’t bear the thought of Nokhee becoming another man's woman and being pinned down and penetrated by that man. It seemed that such a sight would prevent him from ever ascending.
He did not know the reason. But what importance could a reason he did not know even have?
The important thing was that Nokhee's pussy must only accept his two cocks, and if anything were to take root in her womb, it must be an egg that had received his seed.
After that, he would have sex with Nokhee almost daily, and as the reverse scales transferred from her to him, the number of new scales appearing on his body also gradually increased.
On the other hand, even as the dark, repulsive things that she had once found so revolting disappeared one by one from her body, Nokhee showed no signs of happiness.
Instead, Nokhee wore a more melancholic expression than before, often appeared distracted during sex, and cried frequently. Kijoon found this puzzling and frustrating, unable to understand why.
Didn't she say she wanted to become the Crown Princess with a body that wasn't repulsive? So why wasn’t she happy?
Perhaps she didn’t like his penis. Or maybe it was because the sex had been too intense for her.
One day, when he was in heat and ended up forcing both of his cocks into her tight hole, Nokhee cried so loudly that the library seemed to shake, making him wonder if he had been too rough.
However, when he inserted them one at a time, she would make an impatient expression, arch her hips, and cutely urge him to go faster and harder, which made him think that wasn't the issue after all.
Then what on earth was the reason?
By chance, he overheard Yoon Jucheol's daughter complaining to her maid.
―Soon there will be a joyous occasion, so why do you seem so listless and not eating properly, my lady?
―Haaa... Marrying the Crown Prince and becoming the Crown Princess is all well and good, but... I wish His Highness, the Crown Prince's appearance was a little more pleasing. If only he looked half as good as our family's servant. The thought of sharing a bed with that pig-like face and even bearing his child… It’s truly unappealing.
He finally found the answer. Ah, so Nokhee must also find the Crown Prince's appearance unpleasant. No wonder she would feel infuriated at the thought of being pinned down by that man.
Come to think of it, Nokhee really liked his face. Even as a little girl, whenever their faces came close, she would blush like a ripe peach and say, "How can you be so handsome? Even your eyebrows are as beautiful as a woman's." Hadn't she always said that?
Kijoon examined his reflection in the mirror from various angles and was pleased that it had turned into something decent.
Upon further reflection, it seemed that Nokhee wanted to become the Crown Princess, but since the Crown Prince's appearance was not to her liking, she didn’t seem too eager for the day she would have to go to the imperial palace.
Nevertheless, it was unclear why she had originally wanted to open a book rental shop and then changed her mind to become the Crown Princess, but at least her desires were now clear.
—Isn’t it something every woman born into a common household dreams of at least once in their life? To gain recognition from the imperial family and ascend to the highest, most revered position, admired by all?
In that case... wouldn't it be possible to simply turn Hwangju Castle into the imperial palace, instead of going all the way to the capital?
Kijoon no longer cared about accumulating more sins or dying from divine punishment. He was determined to fulfil Nokhee's wishes, no matter what.
‘Then, just like when you first gave me my name, you’ll smile with the same radiance as a blossoming flower, won’t you?’
She would do definitely that but...
"Haaa...”
Kijoon let out a sigh that was almost a groan and relaxed his long body. A hissing sound escaped from his forked tongue. If Nokhee had been awake, she would surely have been startled by the sound.
However, due to the effects of the reverse scales, Nokhee was feverish and struggled to regain consciousness. She kept reaching out, seeking something cool, and clung to him, leaving him with no choice.
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