The Wolf of the Full Moon

“If you keep struggling like that, I might rip the skirt and jacket you’re wearing and rape you.”

The king of beasts, the wolf god, disguises himself as a man and saves Wol-Young, who is on the brink of death. The man, whose mouth was torn and covered in dried blood, began to lick Wol-Young’s gagged lips and face. He licked the bright red blood that hadn’t hardened yet.

“Hey, is that bastard some kind of vampire bat?”

Whether they were watching or not, the man licked Wol-Young’s trembling nose and eyelids, and then climbed up to her forehead. The group left the barn, saying they’d have a bowl of takju before they got together.

“Who are you?”
“Your majesty, you probably don’t know me, but you’re saying you’ve never looked at me before?”
“How could I know you?”