Chapter 6

6

Succubus Bo Ssam

Under the bright moonlight, there are small, ugly creatures.

They are about half the size of a human.

With long ears, big noses, dirty and bumpy green skin, and unpleasant glares, a strongly evocative word came to mind.

Goblins.

Without a doubt, they are creatures that do not exist in the modern world.

I had always been curious, but seeing them with my own eyes made me feel as if my common sense was crumbling.

“Kilrek. Kilrek.”

The goblins, as if they had caught a whiff of something delicious, kept sniffing the air with their tumor-like noses and approached me.

“Keheia. Keheia.”

‘The smell of a female.’

The goblin said this. For some reason, I could understand the goblin's language.

Perhaps no one had ever used Korean from the beginning.

I felt a sense of discomfort as if my consciousness had been adjusted for convenience.

I don't think I'm slow.

I was starting to understand what was happening to me.

Still, the smell of a female—were they looking for a female goblin to mate with?

Curious about how this unknown creature lived, I observed closely and realized something.

A female was indeed nearby.

A female who had just received a hearty dose of semen while suppressing moans.

Realizing that I was the source of the female smell the small creatures were desperately seeking, my face flushed with indescribable embarrassment.

The goblins didn't miss a single sound.

“Ugh!”

As soon as our eyes met, I hastily retreated, but my heart was pounding and wouldn't calm down.

I had encountered a creature from a fantasy world.

Moreover, I could understand their language.

The wall between us led me to this unknown experience.

I sat down again and looked at the hole.

A thin, long green arm suddenly extended out.

“Keheia. Keheia!!”

I tried to grab the goblin's hand.

The goblin then grabbed my wrist with an unexpected strength and started pulling.

“Ugh?!”

In a hurry, I poked the goblin's arm with a piece of wood to make it let go.

The scrawny green arm, as if regretfully, flailed in the air and disappeared into the darkness.

...Monsters are monsters.

They didn't seem to be friendly to humans.

“Kilrek. Kilrek.”

The goblins seemed to give up and left.

Except for one.

It was particularly ugly.

I don't know if goblins can be handsome or ugly, but this one had many sores on its skin, mismatched eyes, and was truly grotesquely ugly.

It kept looking at the hole, as if it still had some lingering thoughts.

“Hey. Can you hear me?”

I leaned in slightly.

The goblin suddenly pressed its mouth to the hole and stuck out its tongue.

Yikes!

I was so startled that I fell on my butt.

Suddenly trying to press its face in, what was it doing?

It extended a tentacle-like tongue with many bumps, as if showing off its length, and drooled.

“Keramu!”

Keramu...

‘Top-grade female’?

To evaluate my grade with just a brief eye contact, I felt a bit grateful.

I flicked the goblin's nose with my finger.

“Ubbi!”

The goblin looked flustered and moved away.

“Hey, don't go.”

I forcibly held it back as it seemed to be leaving.

“Kilrek. Keramu. Dunaraman.”

It seemed to be saying that it needed to tell other goblins about my existence.

Sharing good things, huh?

It was surprising that goblins had such rules, but if they had the intelligence to understand language, I thought I could use it to my advantage.

“Why don't you keep it to yourself?”

“Kilrek?”

“Top-grade female. Keramu. Keep it to yourself.”

I tried to start a conversation.

“Keramu. Sabbeungshin?”

It was asking if I was crazy.

No female had ever tried to communicate before.

I wanted to correct it and say I was male, but I let it slide for now.

I wanted to get out of here.

“Get me out of here.”

“Keramu Konaejo?”

It was awkwardly mimicking human speech.

Its tongue was too long, making pronunciation difficult.

It looked ridiculous, as if it didn't have enough space in its mouth.

“A bad kid locked me up. I want to get out of here.”

“Bigege.”

Did it understand?

If I couldn't communicate, the chances of achieving my goal were slim.

If I caused a commotion and got caught by the uncle, I'd be in trouble.

By the way, 'dukbegi' means 'head.'

This goblin, though unreliable, wouldn't be able to overpower the uncle.

But even if it's stupid, it could at least open the door for me or buy me some time while I escape.

That's all I hoped for.

Whether I could escape from the perverted uncle's clutches depended on this ugly goblin.

The goblin stared at me with a nasty glare for a long time before saying,

“Damak.”

It means 'I understand.'

“The uncle will be sleeping. Can you sneak in?”

“Kunren Ibaga.”

It seemed to be telling me to leave it to him.

The goblin had a plan.

It promised to come back when it got light.

“Please, as soon as possible.”

I couldn't bear to wait until morning.

I didn't know when the door would open and I'd be forced to give it again.

If I had another rough sex, I wasn't sure if the 'mental barrier' I had cherished more than my hymen would remain intact.

The goblin raised one finger and said,

“Human one. Gonakratu.”

It was the declaration of an ugly goblin.

It promised to kill a human.

I felt like crying with gratitude. Anyone would be grateful if they were saved in such a situation.

At that moment, a smelly, bumpy lump suddenly protruded from the hole.

“Ugh...!”

I covered my nose and backed away from the overwhelming stench, but the room was filled with the smell, making it hard to breathe.

It was the goblin's penis.

I immediately understood why it had put this in the hole.

“Keramu. Pilmo.”

‘Payment’...

It was expressing that it wanted something in return for what it was doing.

It wasn't as stupid as I thought.

Seeing it boldly come forward, knowing I couldn't refuse, made it seem quite clever.

Yes, I couldn't refuse.

I decided to think positively.

If there was no wall between us, the goblin might have wanted sex.

“I'll do it with my hands.”

“Mouthjob.”

Where did it learn such words...

“Keramu. Mouthjob.”

I examined the goblin's penis.

It was smaller than the uncle's but disproportionately large for its size.

Bumpy protrusions, which made me suspect a skin condition, covered the shaft from root to tip.

The hardened fluid between the bumps emitted a serious stench.

“No. I can't do it!”

I thought I could endure and suck it once to escape the daily rape.

Even if I thought, 'I'm already ruined,' there's a huge difference between being forced and voluntarily engaging in sexual acts.

The former means I have no choice. Damn.

If biting my tongue and dying was easy, I might have done it at first.

So, the most I could do was a handjob.

I decided to approach it with the mindset of cleaning a dirty toilet, as I did when I was a private.

Once, a clogged toilet overflowed, making the floor wet, and I felt similar now.

“Keramu. Konaejo?”

“I can't do it with my mouth. If you don't like it, go!”

I drew a line and made a strong move.

The goblin, seemingly discouraged by my firm attitude, saw its erect penis start to shrink.

What if it really leaves?

I might hear the perverted uncle say, 'Hey, suck it,' tomorrow.

I felt like I was going crazy with inner conflict.

If I had to suck a dirty penis to survive, could I do it?

Kang Si-hyun...!!

When the penis was pulled out of the hole, I gasped.

“Hey, hey...!”

The goblin turned and smirked at me.

Damn. It's a sly one.

Does it think I'll suck it?

“I'll do it with my hands... Don't go.”

“Keramu. Konaejo?”

“Yeah. Get me out.”

“Mouthjob.”

The goblin started masturbating, looking at me directly.

“Mouthjob.”

I gritted my teeth and glared at the goblin.

Of course, I knew it wouldn't be a threat.

Then, I needed to change the goblin's mind with different words.

“Go...”

“Go?”

“Do you want to touch my chest...?”

I felt like dying after saying it.

“Keheia. Ihihik.”

The goblin approached and extended its hand.

“I promise. If you touch my chest, you'll help me.”

“Kunren Ibaga.”

I aligned the height of the hole with my chest and brought it close.

The goblin then grabbed my breast with much more strength than I expected and started fondling it.

Squish, squish.

“S, be gentle.”

The goblin's fingers dug into my breast mercilessly.

It seemed to be trying to tear the fabric, so I quickly grabbed its wrist.

“Don't touch the clothes. Just touch the breast.”

The goblin then grabbed my lower breast and pinched my nipple.

“Huh.”

I pressed my chest against the wall and closed my eyes.

I didn't want to please the goblin. If I kept focusing on my body's sensations,

I would soon moan with a soft, melting voice, so I tried not to think about it as much as possible.

The goblin's caresses became more persistent.

It was like riding the waves of my breast with a surfboard, sliding up and down, enjoying the big breast.

A creature I had never even seen, let alone touched, was enjoying my breast.

Just because I gave it.

Squish, squish.

“Keheia. Nipplejob.”

“Shut up... Just touch.”

The goblin seemed to enjoy my nipples, pulling and rubbing them actively.

This brought up the 'mental construct.'

This time, it wasn't undulating but being pressed by a blunt rod, repeatedly sinking and bouncing back.

It was an unfamiliar and unbearable sensation.

“Stop...”

I grabbed the goblin's hand, hoping it would let go.

The goblin then grabbed my breast more strongly and kneaded it quickly.

“Huh.”

What's going on? Wasn't it satisfied just now?

The heat that had tormented me earlier rose again in my lower abdomen, even hotter and more intense.

I squeezed my thighs and tightened my grip on the goblin's arm.

This...

I can't even shake off this small creature's arm?

“A, a...!”

“Keramu. Nipplejob!”

“Ahh. Stop... Stop... You've touched enough.”

The goblin didn't stop, pulling and fondling my breast.

Squish, squish.

“Grr... This brat!”

I pinched the goblin's arm.

The startled goblin pulled its hand away, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Huh... Huh...”

The chest is dangerous.

I shouldn't use it as a bargaining chip again.

If we were outside, who knows what would have happened...

“I've paid. Keep your promise.”

The goblin stroked its erect penis and smirked.

“Keramu. Pilmo. Mouthjob.”

The promise was easily broken.

My breast wasn't a payment but a trial experience for the goblin.

I was so disheartened that I couldn't even feel angry.

A fool played by a short creature.

Using my breast as a compromise was a mistake. It wouldn't be strange if the goblin demanded it again.

What good does it do to know about male physiology if I can't use it?

But if I can use it, I will.

The goblin's cunning made me more composed.

I shouldn't underestimate it because of its ugly and repulsive appearance.

To survive in the wild, I had to do what I could.

Of course, I would never suck a penis.

Even if I were raped and killed by the pervert, I would never put a penis in my mouth and suck it.

“Keramu. Pilmo. Napata.”

The goblin turned its back, seemingly losing interest.

“Hey.”

I was still sitting where the goblin could see my face.

I moved the fabric to the side, exposing my breast.

“Keramu!”

“Penis in.”

“Pilmo. Mouthjob.”

“That's not happening. But...”

I exposed my breast and made a gesture as if I were stroking a penis in the air.

“I'll make you feel good with my hands...”

The goblin stood still, as if time had stopped, in response to my provocation.

“Don't like it? Handjob.”

“Keramu! Pilmo!”

The goblin hurriedly stuck its penis into the hole.

I covered my nose from the dirty penis and sighed.

Let's get this over with quickly.

As soon as my hand touched it, the goblin shuddered and made its penis even more erect.

“...Do you like it?”

“Keramu. Keramuuut!”

Damn brat.

I feel like I'm sticking my hand into food waste, but it says it likes it.

Once I grabbed the penis, I had the upper hand. After all, all males master the technique of handling their penises by the time they become adults.

No woman can match a man's handjob technique.

Not that any heterosexual would want a handjob from a man, but it wasn't a problem for me now.

“Ugh!”

The goblin made a crude sound and shuddered.

“Wash up a bit. You're a pig.”

I quickly stroked the penis while saying this.

It's not much different from other penises.

I felt the pulse of the penis with my palm and continuously stimulated it.

The most important thing is controlling the pressure.

If you grip too hard, it can be painful or uncomfortable, making it hard for the other person to focus.

If the stimulation is insufficient, they won't enjoy it enough.

I grabbed the goblin's penis and found the pressure it liked the most, then kept stroking without stopping.

Squish, squish, squish.

“U... Ugh...”