—Welcome to Jusaya Mong. All conflict is prohibited in all areas of Jusaya Mong. Please keep this in mind. We hope all customers have an enjoyable time. As they went upstairs while sharing the nectarine they bought earlier, the announcement played again. Ebi tilted his head. “‘Conflict is prohibited’ means don’t fight, right? Then what…

Kyungjun felt faint for a moment and sat down on a nearby bench. Right in front of him, a giant bird waddled by like a person. It was a Yeodaejo (Like-Great-Bird). As he unconsciously stared at it, thinking about how precious Yeodaejo’s crop pouch was as a material, the bird suddenly turned its head and…

“That…?” Could that really go in? It was way too thick and long.But—imagining how it might feel if that thick thing rubbed the spot Saeon had just touched with his fingers—it made him a little curious.More than anything, he wanted Saeon to enjoy this act too. “Okay.” Ebi said it bravely, but he was nervous—he…

Ebi followed Saeon into the suite room, but his head was in chaos.Was this just imitating a romance movie?Or did Saeon have some intention in booking a suite?But everything I recommended was rated for general audiences… The confusion didn’t last long.As soon as the door closed, Saeon kissed him, making his intention very clear.Ebi grinned…

A few minutes later, they arrived at a small café. The café sign, written in the trendy minimalist style, simply said “Tea House.” Thinking they came for a drink, Ebi also got out of the car. As he and Saeon opened the café door and stepped inside, the bell hanging on the door rang with…

“If it’s okay, won’t you come to the piano recital that day? My older sister is a pianist, and she’s personally a fan of you, Biwon. She’ll be really happy if you come.” “A piano recital sounds nice. I’ll definitely make time to go.” “Thank you, Biwon. I’ll definitely treat you to a meal sometime.”…

Ebi spent time with Saeon until evening. Though Saeon didn’t have a TV, he did have a computer, so they picked a romance story to watch together. It was only after night fully fell, with owls crying loudly, that the date ended. While getting into the car parked at the foot of the mountain, Ebi…

“Wow, muscles……” Muscles forged through real battles in yokai hunting were so firm that a hand naturally reached out to touch them. As Saeon traced down the center of Ebi’s upper body, he could feel the grooves between the muscles. Saeon’s hand, which had been caressing Ebi, paused. While admiring and stroking the abs, Ebi…

“If we’re not going to keep hunting… should we go somewhere else?” Ebi hovered beside Saeon and gently suggested it with a sweet voice. As Saeon looked up while retrieving the snare from the small oni, he asked, “Somewhere else?” “Isn’t there a nice spot on this mountain? Somewhere with sunlight and blooming flowers.” Ebi…

Of course, right now was nice too.What Ebi overlooked was that Saeon had no common sense, ethics, or morals—he was said to be a weirdo even among yokai.Watching the red rope swing like a pendulum, a sense of crisis crept up. “Wait, hold on a sec!” When Ebi shouted, Saeon, who had been gauging whether…