The Black Wolf of the Tundra - Chapter 5

5. The Stillborn Wish

After that, Yeju rolled around madly with the man for about another week. Without eating or sleeping, until—just as he had said—her v@ginal opening was completely stretched and loosened.

It was one day about two weeks later. Yeju's thin lower belly had swollen slightly, even though there was no lump inside.

"You've conceived my offspring."

The man noticed the visible change in Yeju first and grinned wide enough to tear his face.

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Thud. The black wolf tossed a hunted reindeer before the woman lying with a belly swollen as large as a mountain.

"Eat."

Red blood trickled from the reindeer's neck, mangled by the wolf's sharp teeth. The reindeer's dead, dark eye, turned toward her, looked exactly like her own future.

Since being trapped in the cave, Yeju had survived by eating the food the man occasionally hunted and brought to her.

But in a place without fire or water, the only way to eat meat was raw.

Now she pinched her nose and forced it down, but for the first few days, just the sight of a dead animal carcass made her retch.

Because of that, the man would personally chew the flesh with loud crunches, then force her mouth open and shove it down to her throat.

Humans are creatures of habit. Yeju soon grew accustomed to the chewy taste of raw meat. If she thought of it as eating beef tartare, there was nothing she couldn't eat.

But eating raw at every meal was an unbearable ordeal. Yeju consumed only the bare minimum to stay alive.

Because of that, she transformed into a bizarre figure—limbs withered thin as if from starvation, with only her belly swollen as if about to burst.

"Going to starve yourself again? Should I force it down like last time?"

Perhaps frustrated by Yeju, who silently stared at the dead reindeer without answering, the black wolf growled ferociously.

Yeju had no choice but to laboriously raise her heavy body and approach the reindeer. Steam rose from the blood flowing over its body, as if it had been freshly caught.

In his own way of looking after her, the beast had gutted the reindeer outside the cave, removed all the innards and filth, and scraped off only the edible flesh into a neat pile.

But Yeju didn't particularly feel that it was consideration for her.

If he was going to be considerate, he could have brought the reindeer's head cut off too—but thoughts born from his skull apparently couldn't reach that far.

She slowly approached the dead reindeer and picked up a piece of meat soaked in red blood, bringing it to her lips.

The soft flesh was crushed between her teeth. Having eaten it so many times, she no longer noticed the gamey or fishy smell unique to raw meat.

Crunch, crack—

As she mechanically chewed and swallowed the reindeer's flesh, the man—now transformed into human form—approached and held out a bowl roughly carved from wood.

Inside was clean water.

"Drink."

Yeju silently took the bowl he offered and drank the water.

After eating a few more pieces of meat, she roughly wiped her blood-dripping hands on the reindeer's hide.

"I want to stop eating."

"Eat more."

"I don't want to eat what you bring."

Yeju, still glaring at the man with sharp eyes, repeated coldly.

At her refusal, the man's face momentarily took on a peculiar expression. But soon he shot back in a voice even colder than hers.

"I'm not bringing it for you—it's for my offspring inside your belly."

At the man's words, Yeju rose from her seat without a reply. She went to the bedding where her father's remains lay, clutched her large belly, and slowly lay down.

A blanket and mattress made from thick animal hides. She didn't know where he had gotten them, but it was bedding the man had brought and prepared for her.

Yeju pulled the blanket up to her neck and curled into herself. There was a campfire the man had lit, so the cave stayed fairly warm—yet strangely, a chill crept over her.

The black wolf, who had approached before she knew it, plopped down beside her and spoke bluntly.

"Don't lie down right after eating."

"I'm cold."

At her irrelevant answer, the man furrowed his brow. Just from that, he seemed so much like a person. Nagging her, getting irritated at her nonsensical remarks.

That was why, so many times, her heart had softened before him, and she kept finding herself leaning on him.

But she wouldn't be fooled anymore. Because the man had trampled her heart so many times, so mercilessly.

Meeting Yeju's gaze as she stared up at him, the man eventually sighed and lay down beside her.

"Come here."

The man lifted the cloth and reached out his hand. With a practiced motion, Yeju wriggled into his arms.

His firm chest met her cheek. Usually his body felt so cool it seemed to have no warmth at all—but when they coupled, or when she trembled from the cold, he grew warm like a person.

So no matter how often she resolved not to be fooled, whenever she was in his arms, a faint hope made her keep breathing in his scent.

She rubbed her cheek against his chest, buried her nose deep, and inhaled—yet she could feel nothing.

Then Yeju would despair again and say.

"I... hate you. I wish you would die."

Whenever she said that, the man would always retort nastily, "I don't exactly like you either."

But for some reason, today he was silent at her curse. Yeju burrowed deeper into his arms.

Cold...

No matter how she clung to his warm embrace, over and over. No matter how she took his large, hot member into her belly and held it. It was only momentary—the chill that had seized her body would not leave.

Suddenly she felt wretched. That was when it happened.

"Not 'you.' It's Ram."

"......"

"My name is Ram."

Because her cheek was against his chest, his voice seemed to travel from his heart.

It was the first time she had heard the man's name since being trapped here.

Yeju's eyes widened briefly. But that was all—she gave no answer in the end.

Already, the three months of her contract with the man were nearly up. Soon the contract would end, and she would take her father's remains and return home.

That was all. What his name was, she had neither interest in nor need to know.

Only the hope of returning home was the sole support keeping her from going mad.

The horror of having to bear the offspring of a demon-like beast and the hope of soon escaping this godforsaken place crossed within her.

Her head ached.

Yeju closed her eyes.

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Yeju sat leaning against the cave wall, breathing in ragged, labored gasps. When she opened her eyes, the man was gone. The familiar chill rose over her body.

As she draped the blanket over her shoulders, she suddenly looked down at an alien sensation. The blanket no longer properly covered her belly, swollen as if about to burst.

Every time she desperately turned away from reality, yet whenever she was forced to face her body's state in unexpected moments like this, she fell into deep shock.

Dry heaves rose up.

"...Disgusting."

She muttered, struggling to draw breath. Her body—only her belly swollen like a mountain while her limbs stayed thin—didn't feel like her own.

She stared blankly at her belly, blue veins bulging here and there. The one small mercy was that no matter how long she watched, there was no movement at all.

It was not long after her belly had swollen. Because of the strange sensation of something constantly squirming inside, she had struck her belly with a rock several times before the man stopped her.

Since then, it had been quiet, without movement.

It was her first pregnancy, but she knew that a normal child would move in the womb.

Yet her belly remained calm even now, when birth was imminent.

"...It's dead, isn't it?"

Yeju raised a hand and stroked her rounded belly, whispering. Since there was no movement, perhaps it was already dead.

She had failed to miscarry because the man interfered, but a stillbirth should be fine. So that she wouldn't go mad after returning to Korea.

"You have to be born dead, baby."

She stroked her belly and whispered softly, over and over.

Faintly, the beast's words came back to her—that the offspring did not take root in the womb in any normal form—but she ignored them.

She was far too pushed to her limits to dwell on even that.

What mattered was that her belly was quiet. The child had to be stillborn.

That was the way for both herself and the child.

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The Black Wolf of the Tundra - Chapter 4

4. The First Night

"Hngh... s-stop, no..."

Yeju panted as if about to lose her breath. The man, who had his face buried between her legs spread to their limit, briefly lifted his head and muttered.

"Lewd."

His gaze was nailed to the pale, glistening sex—soaked with saliva and her own fluids. The narrow hole, which had never received a man before, was clenched tight, struggling even to accept his thick tongue.

He had expected it, but the human female was ignorant of mating. She had squirmed even at kissing, overwhelmed by the force, and now, from the very start, she was at a loss against the intense caress sucking at her below.

Because she kept jerking her body and closing her legs, one of the man's hands kept pressing down hard on both her thighs.

Having fully lifted his face from between her legs, he glanced down once at his fingers, now transformed into human form.

Then, soon, with a wicked smile, he thrust one into the blood-flushed hole.

As he parted the densely packed flesh and drove his middle finger in, the woman gasped sharply. At the same time, her inner walls reflexively clenched around his finger.

"Is this really a virgin? I barely su¢ked on it and you're already dripping wet and quivering."

The man waved his finger carelessly, toying with Yeju below.

Squelch, squelch. Lewd sounds echoed loudly through the cave.

"...Hngh, hnngh. Ah, no. No."

With her face flushed red, Yeju shook her head.

The black wolf swallowed the saliva pooling at his lips. The sight of her looking up at him with tear-filled eyes set his lower half on fire.

He was so aroused he wanted to tear open her hole and drive in right then. He hurriedly pulled his finger out from below her and shook his member vigorously.

Slap, slap, slap. The large p€nis, erect for quite some time, dripped fluid as if already violating her inner flesh.

He grasped below the glans and brought it right against her v@gina.

When something thick and blunt touched her secret place, she, who had been panting, flinched in surprise and tensed her body.

"Hngh!"

"Shh. You have to stay still."

The man, firmly seizing her leg as she reflexively tried to pull away, pressed the tip of his member against her entrance and rubbed it lewdly.

"D-don't. Don't, hngh, hngh hnngh..."

Perhaps excited, the man's breathing above her grew rougher.

At the unfamiliar sensation she had never experienced in her life, Yeju sobbed. She struggled to escape, but could not shake off the man's fierce grip.

The blunt thing rubbed hard against her tender flesh seemed about to pierce through at any moment.

With a terrified face, Yeju inadvertently looked down and, discovering the dark, swollen thing boldly positioned between her legs, widened her eyes.

What hung at the man's lower half was far too large to be called a human p€nis.

Something the size of an adult forearm dangled and disappeared repeatedly between her thighs.

There was no way she could accept such a thing. If that entered her, she would die. Her lower half would tear, her stomach would burst—she would surely die.

It was when Yeju, with a pale face, struggled again. The hard thing, which had been rubbing against the entrance and smearing sticky fluid, pried open the tightly clenched place and pushed in.

"N-no! Hngh, n-no...!"

"It would be better not to move."

With those words, the massive weapon began in earnest to pierce through her below.

The narrow entrance was forcibly spread by another, and her inner walls began to rupture. At the unimaginable pain, Yeju's mouth fell wide open.

"Ah... ah, ugh...!"

"Kgh."

The man, his member unbearably cramped inside her tight passage, stopped moving, furrowed his brow, and looked down.

Below the sparse black thicket, the hole stretched to its limit barely held the tip of his member without tearing. When he nudged his hips slightly, red blood seeped between his member and the narrow gap.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue low. It was pain she had to endure once anyway, to be reborn as his female.

The man, who had barely driven his member into the soft passage, pulled it out to the glans. Watching the red inner flesh trail out with it, his eyes flashed, and then he put all his strength below and pierced straight through, deep. Thud—

"Ugh, aagh!"

At the impact striking her belly, Yeju screamed. Her white face contorted with pain.

"Hngh, i-it hurts, hurts."

"Breathe."

The man, looking down with devouring eyes, spoke carelessly.

His weapon, which she had thought she could never take, had already vanished into her body, with only his taut, swollen testes pressed tight against her ¢unt.

"Breathe, I said."

Even at his command, Yeju only whimpered "hngh, hngh" and couldn't breathe properly.

It hurt. It hurt and tormented her beyond imagination. Her lower belly felt pressure as if about to tear, and it felt like a large stake had been driven between her legs.

"Hngh, hngh, s-save... mmph!"

That was when it happened. The man, who had been silently watching her still unable to breathe, suddenly bowed his head and sealed her mouth with his lips.

The thick tongue that had been su¢king her hole pushed into her mouth.

The thing, groping and stirring inside as if exploring, soon coiled around Yeju's tongue and secured space all the way to her throat.

Then the man blew breath into her open mouth with a "whoosh," as if performing artificial respiration.

That bizarre act repeated several times. Yeju, who had been panting violently, gradually regained her breathing.

Along with the breath the man blew in, astonishingly, the terrible pain that had been steadily rising from her lower belly subsided little by little.

When Yeju began to breathe on her own, the man stopped blowing in breath and sucked and licked the membranes of her mouth.

Tongue and tongue tangled lewdly. Yeju, pinned beneath the mountain-like man, had no choice but to swallow the saliva flowing ceaselessly into her mouth.

After a long while, only when she began to hit his chest again, suffocating once more, did the man pull away from her mouth with trailing saliva.

"Hngh, haa..."

Yeju gulped down the air that had been blocked.

The pain had completely subsided by now. In its place remained only a burning sensation, as if flesh had been forcibly spread, and a heavy pressure.

She could feel the man's hard member locked tight with no gap. The inner walls that had received a man for the first time repeatedly contracted, twitching, as if wanting to return to their original state.

The man, his crimson eyes flashing, looked down at their joined lower halves and spoke.

"You swallowed it all the way. You're a female lewd beyond compare from birth."

At his mockery, Yeju, with a shocked face, whimpered.

"Hngh, hngh, n-no. Th-that's not it."

"Tight enough to drive me insane. I could bite my own co¢k off."

But the man snapped fiercely. Then, before she could even register it, he lifted his hips.

"Ah, aah...!"

At the creepy sensation of her insides being dragged out along with the slowly withdrawing member, she shuddered and begged.

"N-not yet. Hngh, ah, it hurts."

"You'll be fine once you get used to it."

Would there ever come a day she'd get used to this? But her question didn't last long. The member, withdrawn until only the glans barely caught, was driven back in hard with a thud.

"Hngh!"

Yeju's body jerked violently. It felt as if someone were punching her insides. But before she could grow accustomed to that impact, the man pulled his member out again, long and slow.

Thwack—

"Haah! Ah, it hurts! Ugh! Ah!"

Her shrill screams intermittently filled the cave.

As if to muffle the sound, the man bowed his head again and violated her mouth as he pleased. And he began to drive madly into the space between her legs.

Thud, squelch, thud, squelch. Louder, more lewd sounds than before filled the cave.

Her vision shook madly. It was the moment she was tossing her head wildly at the sensation of fire between her legs.

One of the hands pressing down her thighs slowly traveled up, brushing her skin. The hand, groping through the sparse hair, soon pressed firmly on the protruding peak.

"Ugh, hngh!"

Suddenly, sparks flew before her eyes. Yeju arched her back and clenched hard below.

At her changed reaction, the man burst out with a pff laugh and rubbed and pressed the peak wildly.

"Ah, ah! Ugh!"

From deep in her lower belly, a tingling sensation spread.

Through that strange sensation, the man's long member pounded in, thump, thump, driving all the way to the front of her womb.

"S-strange, haa!"

At the unfamiliar, strange emotion, Yeju turned her head away from the man su¢king at her lips as if to devour them.

But when the man's thick member scraped her inner walls and stabbed at some spot, it all became useless.

"Ahngh!"

A moan of a strange woman burst from her lips.

"I'm scared, scared. This is, strange."

"It's fine."

The man smiled in satisfaction and patted her as she sobbed.

But unlike his tender words, he pounded her belly roughly with his massive weapon. Again the tip of his glans struck that same spot from before.

Yeju's inner walls writhed on their own and clenched hard.

"Haah!"

"Hngh."

Hot breath burst from both figures at once.

"It'll take quite a while to loosen up. Hmm?"

The man, frowning at the strong pressure, muttered something. But nothing reached Yeju's ears.

Every time he powerfully pierced below, stars burst before her eyes and her lower belly clenched.

The man, releasing the thighs he had been pressing down, used that hand to roughly knead Yeju's breasts.

Now, even without being held, the female who had learned pleasure spread her legs on her own.

With his other hand, he roughly grabbed and spread Yeju's buttocks and drove his hips madly.

"Hah, hngh! Mmm!"

In his crimson eyes, gazing at the woman who squirmed beneath him with her cheeks prettily flushed, a strange ecstasy welled up.

"Ah! Ahngh! S-stop! Hngh!"

Staring at the shaking cave ceiling, screaming in ecstasy, her mind gradually grew dizzy.

Even though he had occupied the deepest place possible, the man kept driving deeper as if unsatisfied.

Every time the man lifted his hips, her vision flashed white and blue.

I'm scared. It feels like my bottom will fall out.

Every time the man roughly yanked out the member he had driven deep, without consideration, she felt as if her inner flesh would be dragged out of her v@gina.

Squelch, squelch. His swollen testes slapped her perineum ceaselessly. His coarse hair left red scratches on her tender s€x flesh. The joined parts were hot and sore.

But in the pleasure blooming amid the pain, Yeju's vision gradually grew faint. Unknowingly, she clung to the man's shoulders and sobbed loudly.

"Ahngh! Hngh, stop... aah, aagh!"

Sharply honed sensations exploded from her lower belly and spread through her entire body.

White light crumbled before her eyes. At the sensation piercing to the tips of her head, Yeju wrapped both legs tightly around the man's waist and climaxed at once.

Inside, hot water gushed with a gush, soaking the member buried in her body.

"Shh..."

The man patted her as she trembled.

The intense climax gradually faded, and Yeju, exhausted, slumped limply.

But still, the massive thing remained lodged in her belly, its head twitching.

The man, waiting for Yeju to calm, soon lightly lifted her limp body and seated her atop his own.

Whoosh. Her vision flipped in an instant. Yeju's eyes, which had been blankly wandering the icicle-hung cave ceiling, now faced the opposite wall.

The man, groping at the joining that had briefly loosened while changing positions, soon grabbed her pelvis roughly and pulled her down.

Thud. The thick, hard head of his co¢k drove hard into her soft ¢ervix.

"Aagh!"

Yeju threw her head back for a moment and screamed.

Too deep. So deep she feared the man's member would burst through her solar plexus and out her throat.

Whether he knew or not of her stopped breath, the man gripped both her flanks tightly and began shaking her up and down madly.

Squelch, squelch. Yeju's hole, having climaxed once, shamelessly swallowed and spat out the dark red club to its root, squelching.

"Ah, ahngh! Stop... hngh, hnngh..."

Thud, thud, thud. Enduring the man who ceaselessly drove his hips up from below, Yeju cried and begged.

After the climax, the man's act of pounding into her sensitive body was only painful and cruel.

At the pleasure that was like violence, Yeju unknowingly bit the man's nape.

That was the moment. The man flinched once, then soon pulled her tight and drove his hips up at a terrifying speed.

"Ah! Aagh! Ugh!"

"Damn it, ngh..."

The man, who had been driving in roughly enough to pierce her womb, at some point growled out a curse and stopped moving.

The man's member lodged in her belly twitched once, then gushed hot semen.

He moved his body greatly and buried his member deep once more.

Gush, gush. While the man poured warm liquid into her belly, Yeju could only be held, unable to resist even once.

"Haa."

The man, shuddering and squeezing out every last drop, let out a languid groan by her ear.

Yeju stared blankly at the opposite wall with clouded eyes. Below felt sticky, as if filled with water.

...It's over now.

Thinking only that one thought, she closed her eyes weakly.

But it wasn't over. At that moment, the man's member, still buried in her body, began to swell, squirming.

Was he really going to start again? Yeju was horrified.

"S-stop... I can't do anymore! Hngh, hngh!"

"Stay still."

The man easily subdued and embraced her as she tensed to rise.

The man's member buried in her body kept swelling endlessly, without bottom or end. At the bizarre sensation, Yeju faltered.

"Wh-what..."

"Do you know what it means to be tied?"

The man looked down at the bewildered Yeju and asked languidly.

She wanted to focus on his words, but the sensation of her below gradually spreading made that impossible.

"Ah, aagh!"

Now it went beyond tightness to a faint pain. Only then did Yeju realize something was wrong and thought with difficulty.

When a male ejaculates, the blood pooled in the penis flows again and the erection subsides.

But the man's member remained hard as a stake even after ejaculating. Not only that, but it was swelling even more from its already weapon-like size.

"Ah! Aah, it hurts. It hurts..."

At the growing pain, Yeju groaned.

Yeju's hole, which had already been barely holding his member with no room for even a tiny bit of air, began to stretch wider, and wider.

Before long, the inside of her entrance swelled round, the size of an onion.

"What are you doing? It hurts, pull it out! Hngh, hngh, pull it out, pull it out...!"

"If you force it out now, it'll tear completely and be left in tatters."

The man pressed down firmly on her struggling body and muttered ominously. Yeju, who had barely understood those terrible words, stopped moving.

"What do you..."

Only for a moment did she look up at him with fear-filled eyes. At the pain of her below spreading again, squirming, she clawed at her own belly and cried.

"Ugh, it hurts... it hurts, hngh..."

Pain of a different intensity from when she had first accepted the man's member covered her body.

Because of the thing swelling endlessly, her flat lower belly bulged out. Yeju grew frightened that, as the man said, her below might be torn to shreds.

Just then, the man caught even Yeju's hand clawing at her belly and wrapped it around his neck.

Instead of clawing at her own belly from the pain, Yeju dug her nails into the man's shoulder and scratched, screech, screech.

Meanwhile, the member that had been forcibly spreading her inner walls and growing in size finally plugged her hole in a large, grotesque, lump-like shape.

"Ha..."

The man, glancing down at Yeju's belly bulging grotesquely, let out a satisfied groan.

"Dogs and wolves, after eja¢ulating, swell their p€nises into a lump to plug the female's hole and prevent loss of seed."

He didn't bother telling Yeju that, strictly speaking, he too was a black wolf—a canine beast.

Instead, as if to soothe her crying in pain, he lowered his hand and gently stroked her bulging lower belly.

The hand that had paused on her belly soon traveled back, slickly brushing her skin.

He grabbed and spread her plump buttocks with one hand, then traced a circle with his finger around the joined part, stretched taut without a single wrinkle from the lump filling it.

The entrance to the woman's hole was stretched to its limit—enough that it wouldn't be strange if it tore at the slightest wrong touch.

"Ha. This is the first time I've put a knot into a virgin's ¢unt. Your lower mouth is lewd beyond compare—swallowed it so well."

"Agh! Hngh."

"Oh my. Seems it tore a little."

When he touched a certain spot, Yeju screamed and clenched below tightly. At that sight, the man shrugged as if regretful.

"Still, this is quite good, all things considered. After your father sealed me in the snowfield, at first I grabbed rabbits and reindeer females indiscriminately and pounded them. They all died with their ¢unts torn after I swelled them below."

"......"

"You really are special. You don't die like them, and you don't bleed profusely. Right?"

That's also why I didn't tell you about the knot beforehand. Understand?

The man added and laughed.

But he did not mention that the black wolf's member, along with swelling, grew barbs that dug into the female's inner walls—different from ordinary animals.

Yeju was in no state to properly understand his words, too afraid of her below tearing to even breathe.

But the word "tied" would not leave her mind, lodged there like a nail.

Was it last summer? She had once seen mongrel dogs on the street, stuck rump to rump, groaning.

Neighborhood old men, seeing the mating dogs, threw stones, saying it was unlucky. But the two stuck-together dogs, whining and dodging the stones with awkward movements, simply didn't know how to separate.

The dogs only separated with a "whimper!" when Yeju, after going home and then leaving again about two hours later for her part-time job, came back out.

For Yeju, who couldn't possibly know how dogs mated, it had been quite a shocking anecdote.

But more shocking was that, like the dogs in her memory tied together, a knot that seemed would never come out was now filling her below.

She was tied with a man like a dog.

"Hngh, hngh..."

Yeju couldn't stop the tears bursting out.

How did this happen. How on earth did it come to this.

Her eyes, which had surely run dry from crying so much during the act with the man, filled with tears again.

Yeju looked up at the man holding her in his arms. Her tears blurred his face beyond recognition.

But this much was certain—the man would be wearing a demonic smile, his red lips curled upward.

Just as she thought, the black wolf parted his crimson lips and gave Yeju a command.

"Clench down there. Squeeze your hole."

"Hngh, hnnng, hnng..."

"How long do you intend to just cry? At this rate, it won't come out even after a day passes."

"......"

"Do you plan to keep walking around with this lump stuffed inside you? I don't particularly care. Given time, your hole will loosen and it'll slip out somehow."

"Ugh, ah, no! No! No...!"

Yeju shook her head wildly, tears streaming down. Then the man raised a hand, gently wiping her cheek, and murmured.

"Then you have to squeeze."

With a face steeped in despair, Yeju bit her lower lip hard.

There was nothing she could do. To remove the lump, she had no choice but to do as the man commanded.

"Ugh, hnnng..."

Yeju sniffled and clenched down below once.

"Ha......"

He let out a languid groan and tilted his head back.

"You're doing well."

A rough hand pinched Yeju's nipple in encouragement.

"Ugh."

Yeju clenched down again, pressing against his member.

But because her inner walls were stretched abnormally wide, she couldn't tell if she was properly gripping him. Naturally, the black wolf offered no hint either.

It was around the time she had grabbed his firm lower abdomen and was doing her best to alternately clench and release below.

Grrrr... Suddenly, a beast's growl rose from deep in his throat, and the man straightened his head and roughly seized Yeju's hips.

"You bewitching thing. You're driving me insane."

Having ground out those words, the man soon began rocking her body back and forth.

"Ah! Ahhnng! Hahk!"

He moved her violently, as if trying to forcibly yank out the swollen lump from inside her hole.

His member, covered in protrusions, repeatedly dragged along Yeju's inner flesh, peeking out past her entrance and plunging back in.

The bumpy surface of his member scraped hard against her inner walls, already made intensely sensitive by the earlier act. Pain and sharp tingling struck Yeju's entire body at once.

"Stop! Agh, ahh! Hnng!"

At her sharp scream, the man slowed his rocking and ground his member slowly.

It hurt, it tickled, and below felt unbearably restless.

Aagh. It feels like my bottom will fall out. Like all the flesh inside will stretch out. I'm scared. I'm scared.

Yeju wailed like a beast, drooling.

But the man paid no mind, using her body—legs spread atop him—like a m*sturbation tool.

Yeju simply buried her burning face in his shoulder and shook helplessly like a doll with cut strings as he moved.

Her vulva, heated by friction, gaped and poured out fluids against her will. Her v@ginal walls clenched and released the massive intruder burrowed inside her, over and over.

"Hahk, hngh!"

The strangely blooming pleasure was far more tormenting and maddening than rough thrusting.

It didn't take long for her to reach climax once more. Yeju, her whole body trembling, squeezed out the lump lodged as if tearing her hole.

"Nngh."

At the pressure that felt like bursting, the man groaned low. Even so, he didn't stop violently shaking Yeju, who had reached her peak.

"Receive my seed in abundance. Carry my offspring here."

The man raised a hand and pressed firmly on the area around her swollen navel. As if branding a mark, the man spoke in a terrifying voice.

"N-no! No!"

An instinctive revulsion rose. Unable to even hold herself upright properly, she flailed and screamed to escape from his embrace.

The man glared at her with crimson eyes full of ecstasy and said.

"How does it feel to be the first human to carry a beast's offspring? Hmm?"

"Let go, let go! Th-this...!"

"Carry my offspring. My children. My young!"

Breathing out rough pants, the beast eja¢ulated a second load of s€men into Yeju's womb.

Into the narrow interior of her womb, already filled with s€men from one release, more sticky fluids poured endlessly.

The clumped s€men sloshed, turning her belly into a complete mess.

"Ugh, nngh."

At that chilling sensation, nausea suddenly surged up.

The man held Yeju, who was retching and drooling thin saliva, and climaxed for a long time.

Because of that, even as the lump gradually shrank, her lower belly remained swollen. Her stomach felt unsettled.

The dry heaving lasted only a moment before Yeju soon collapsed limply in the man's arms.

Her whole body ached as if she'd been beaten. The man, who had been spraying his filthy seed into Yeju's womb like a hose, shook out even the last drop, then pulled out his softened member.

"Hngh!"

At the bizarre sensation of what felt like one of her organs being pulled out, Yeju's body convulsed.

Once the lump slipped out, the sticky mass that had been pent up for so long burst forth like a dam breaking, pouring down her thighs. The sensation of it dripping between her legs like urine was disgustingly revolting. So Yeju clenched herself, trying to stop the flow.

But for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't muster any strength down there.

It felt as though her belly had been hollowed out. She could almost feel a desolate wind whistling through the emptiness inside.

Suddenly, a fishy smell stung her nose. Yeju slowly lowered her head.

The whitish liquid that had flowed from her v@gina and completely coated her legs. It reeked of the raw, gamey stench found only on beasts.

"Ah..."

Yeju blinked slowly. It was the smell coming from her own body.

The stench of a filthy beast.

Staring blankly at the sem€n streaming endlessly from between her legs, she let her mind sink into the abyss.

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The Black Wolf of the Tundra - Chapter 3

3. The Contract

It was, by far, the strangest and most grotesque dream she had ever had.

A black wolf rampaged across the white snowfield, tearing, ripping, and chewing people apart with a sickening crunch. Seongwon cried out desperately for her to run, and the black wolf crushed his head underfoot, flattening it.

And then. And then...

"Found you."

"Hngh!"

She gasped sharply and flung her eyes open.

Everything before her was dark. Had night already fallen while she had her eyes closed for a moment?

But the winter tundra was said to be so dominated by the midnight sun that days when darkness fell were rare. And surely no one would have let her sleep without waking her all this time.

Where's the guide? Where's Seongwon-ssi?

She turned her head and scanned her surroundings.

She saw a ceiling densely hung with icicles as sharp as the wolf's teeth. It was a place she had never seen before.

"Ah..."

A chill rose from the floor. Only then did Yeju realize she was lying on the ground.

It wasn't the forest. The forest that had been there just moments ago.

"Wh-where is this? Where am I..."

Sitting bolt upright, she looked around frantically with a terrified face.

The place she was in was a large, dark cave where no grass was visible at all.

Was there a cave exploration on the tour course?

She shook her head immediately. Ice caves formed when weak parts of the ground collapsed.

A schedule exploring such a dangerous place couldn't possibly be part of a simple sightseeing tour.

"What on earth, what on earth happened? Where is this..."

She gasped and scrambled backward. That was when it happened.

Tak. 

At that moment, something blunt touched her back. It wasn't the wall.

"Agh!"

Startled out of her wits, Yeju screamed and hurriedly retreated.

Having leaped all the way to the opposite wall, she slowly turned her head. To confirm what had touched her back.

"Hngh, hnnng..."

It was a sight she would have been better off not seeing.

What lay where she had been sitting just moments ago was none other than a corpse. Dark red blood had dried in patches here and there.

Perhaps a long time had passed since death—a dark, fleshless skull stared at Yeju in solitude.

Her breathing grew rougher. Her mouth fell open, and just as the suffocation worsened—

Something strange suddenly caught her eye. The blue jumper and hat the skeleton wore. They were terribly familiar.

"Ah... Dad?"

They were the very things she and her father had bought together, wandering a department store, seven years ago when he left for Russia.

No. It can't be.

She denied reality, doubting her own eyes. But the unrotted clothes were no illusion.

"Hngh, hnnng... Ah, Dad, Dad...!"

Yeju collapsed to the ground as if crumbling. And like a fool, fumbling and crawling, she made her way toward the corpse.

Close up, a familiar pendant hung around the corpse's neck. With trembling hands, she grasped it and opened it.

Click— Inside the pendant, which opened with a cheerful sound, was a photo of herself—short bobbed hair, smiling brightly. It was her middle school graduation photo.

Besides the pendant, both hands of the corpse held a black notebook her father had carried on every expedition and a fountain pen she had given him as a birthday gift.

She could no longer deny it. The corpse was her father.

"Ugh... hnng..."

Her breath caught. She sobbed, tears streaming down.

Truthfully, somewhere deep inside, she may have prepared herself to some extent.

No matter how consumed by research he was, her father was not so heartless as to go three years without a single call.

Even as she boarded the plane, her hope of meeting him had not been great.

But even so.

Even so, she had never imagined she would find her father dead like this, alone and frozen in a far-off foreign land.

"Why. Why..."

Her eyes stung as if burning, and soon hot droplets rolled down her cheeks.

The moment she finally accepted that her father was dead, all the resentment, longing, and grief she had suppressed came bursting out like a dam breaking.

"Was it... was this place really so wonderful?"

She glared at the corpse and ground her teeth.

"Abandoning a daughter who hasn't even graduated school, letting her be called a parentless child—was it worth coming all the way here to die?"

She had thought that if word of his death came suddenly, she would be fine.

She had lived well on her own since high school. She fed herself, went to school, studied, and in the end got into university just fine.

She could live well enough without a father. If not for the dreams, she would never have come to this godforsaken cold place—she told herself that, forcing the thought.

But she swore—never, not once, not a single time—had she ever wished for him to die alone in some remote place like this.

"How could you do this to me! I let you do everything you wanted without a word! I never once told you not to go!"

"......"

"But why! Why—!"

Yeju's wretched sobbing echoed hollowly through the cave.

Yet no matter how she sought an answer, no reply came from the corpse wearing her father's clothes.

"How could you do this to me! How could you! Answer me!"

"......"

"Answer me, Dad! Hngh, Dad. Dad. Dad..."

Having cried out endlessly for her father like a small child, Yeju, her face utterly drained, finally let go of the corpse she had been shaking.

No matter how she pressed him, the dead had no words.

She wrapped her arms around herself and huddled tightly beside the corpse.

"What do I do now?"

It was cold. Even inside a cave where not a breath of wind entered, her body shivered as if she had chills.

"If I die like this... how am I supposed to live alone now? I'm scared, Dad. I'm so scared I could die..."

Clinging close to the heatless corpse, she trembled violently.

But she couldn't stay like this forever, doing nothing.

Rubbing her tear-blurred eyes fiercely, she once again carefully scanned the cave.

But among the several passages opening in all directions, she couldn't tell which one led to an exit.

Moreover, unlike this place—where she could barely distinguish objects thanks to some unknown light seeping in—the far side of the passages was pitch black without a single point of light.

She squeezed her eyes shut, filled with despair, then opened them again.

Opening her eyes did not bring about some cinematic moment where she woke from this horrible, disgusting nightmare.

The sobs escaping her lips grew even more violent. Like a ghost's whisper, they lingered quietly in the cave and echoed grimly.

---


Only after a long time did Yeju barely regain her composure.

She decided first to fully accept her father's death.

In any case, it wasn't a possibility she had entirely excluded, and her situation was far too poor to keep grieving indefinitely.

What on earth happened while I briefly dozed off?

She had no idea how she had ended up in this cave. But one thing remained unchanged: she needed to call for rescue quickly.

Yeju looked down at the corpse and pondered for a moment.

It might sound foolish to others, but she couldn't leave her father's remains in a dark place without a single point of light.

Besides, if she returned to Korea, would she ever be able to come back here again?

The deliberation didn't take long. Yeju resolved to leave this place together with her father's remains, even if she had to carry them.

The moment she finished deciding, she checked her father's belongings with a calm demeanor. To see if there was anything that might help her escape.

She searched through the jumper and pants pockets, but little came out.

The notebook and fountain pen he'd been holding, a cigarette case, a flashlight with a dying battery. And a radio.

"Thank goodness."

Holding the radio, she carefully turned the power on.

Beep, chiiiiik—

Fortunately, whether there was battery left, the power came on. Yeju cheered and hurriedly shouted into the radio.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, is anyone there? Someone's trapped here! Please help me!"

Chiiiiik— But no signal was caught at all.

"Please help me! Hello! Hello!"

She tried reaching out several times, but in the end only loud noise poured from the radio. Despair crept in slowly.

"Ha..."

Setting the radio down as if tossing it, she picked up the flashlight beside it.

Click, click. Just in case, she pressed the switch hoping it might light up, but it didn't budge. She set the flashlight down too and let out a deep sigh.

She rummaged through her father's clothes a few more times, but nothing more came out.

How on earth did Father get in here?

Yeju looked at her father's few belongings with helpless eyes.

It was hard to believe that a man who claimed to be on an expedition had entered such a dangerous zone so lightly equipped.

As she checked the radio and flashlight once more, something suddenly caught her eye. It was her father's notebook, with dark, dried bloodstains.

From the black notebook the corpse had held came an indescribably musty, fishy smell.

She didn't want to touch it, but she thought her father might have written something like a map of the cave.

She reluctantly opened the notebook.

"Ha..."

But barely a few minutes after examining it, disappointment swept over her.

Inside her father's notebook, instead of a map, were pages packed densely with bizarre symbols and initials only he could decipher.

She flipped through the pages carelessly. It didn't take long to reach the last page of the small notebook.

Just as she finished her rough check and was about to close the cover—

Her hand stopped dead as she suddenly noticed her father's clear handwriting on the final page.


...In exchange, I offered 100 newborn reindeer as a sacrifice, and barely succeeded in sealing the black wolf on the snowfield. The beast will be trapped on this snowfield forever, unable to conceive its offspring—its seeds of evil.

Now the Earth is safe. But I am trapped here. The only reason I have survived this long is because it wanted a contract.

The contract with it was strictly observed. It carried out the contract to the letter, without a single word out of place, and I was isolated.


Yeju knew instinctively. This was a description of the black wolf.

Her father's writing continued on the next page. Yeju hurriedly turned it.


I was deceived. I was thoroughly toyed with by that cunning, wicked beast. By the time I realized I had been tricked, it was already too late.


Perhaps written as he was dying—bloodstains were scattered and dried in patches on the paper.

Yeju, her eyes trembling endlessly, read on with difficulty.


I miss Yeju. I should have begged, when I made the contract with it, to let me see Yeju just once before I died.

My daughter, I miss you. If only I could see you again, I could sell my soul to a demon. But the demon, they say, is the black wolf.

Yeju. I miss you. My daughter Yeju. Yeju. Yeju.

---

Yeju.


The last part, where her name was written, was scrawled sideways like graffiti, over and over.

"...Dad."

What on earth had happened to her father, who had always boasted such neat, proper handwriting no matter the situation?

Hot tears welled up in her eyes once more. But she forced down the sobs threatening to burst out. This was no time to just cry.

She closed her father's notebook and tucked it into his jumper pocket.

Then, with careful hands, she lifted her father's remains. The weight of her father, reduced to bones, was terribly light.

I can't just stay here. Even if it's a dead end, let me at least find an exit.

Resolved firmly, she moved her steps while holding her father. And just as she was about to enter the nearest passage—

"What are you doing, trying to leave with my food?"

"Hngh!"

At another's voice coming from the far side of the dark cave, she let out a shrill scream.

Startled out of her wits, she dropped her father's remains and plopped down on the spot.

Step, step— A large, tall shadow slowly approached from the opposite passage.

"Wh-who are you!"

She came to her senses and tried to scramble backward, but the other had already reached her feet.

The man, lit by the faint light, was naked. His crimson eyes glinted sharply toward Yeju in the darkness.

She knew instinctively who he was.

"Y-you..."

The black wolf.

"Is the tearful reunion with your dead father over now? Humans take quite a long time to compose their emotions and regain their reason."

The man spoke in a familiar tone, as if they were old acquaintances.

A handsome face. A firm, muscular body flickered before her eyes. Despite his striking appearance, the sight of the approaching man made the hair on her head stand on end.

Humans take quite a long time to compose their emotions and regain their reason.

That meant the man had been watching her from somewhere all this time.

"D-don't come closer."

She warned with wary eyes.

And frantically picking up her father's dropped remains, she scurried back against the wall.

Her glaring eyes were quite fierce, but to anyone watching, she looked like fragile prey.

The man simply watched her actions quietly without any particular movement.

"Haha. You act like a rabbit."

And soon he curved his blood-red eyes and grinned. As if he were enjoying himself.

At that absurd reaction, she was left speechless. Yeju soon pulled herself together and shot him a sharp look.

"You brought me here, didn't you."

"That's right. I called you here. To this place—the tundra."

The man answered immediately, as if he had been waiting. At the words that he had called her to the tundra, Yeju snapped her head up and looked at him.

At her puzzled look, unable to grasp the meaning, he curled his lips upward. The teeth revealed between his crimson lips shone white.

"Ever since I found your father's pendant, I called you without fail for years—yet you only came long after your father had already died."

For years?

At the man's words, something flashed through her mind.

The dreams that had tormented her for years, to the point of disrupting her daily life.

In the end, those dreadful dreams of the black wolf that had driven her to this distant foreign land...

"Well, it doesn't matter that I called you for years."

Watching Yeju's helplessly wavering eyes, the man shifted the topic.

"What matters is that you came to the tundra in answer to my call."

"What are you..."

It was absurd. That the dream, the wolf, had called her here... She couldn't understand a word of what he was saying.

Father. The pendant. The black wolf. The tundra.

The words whirled chaotically in her head.

Yeju staggered, grasping the wall as a sudden dizziness struck her. The man silently approached her.

"Hngh!"

At the sudden ticklish touch brushing her cheek, she flinched and snapped her head up.

The naked man, now close before her, was looking down at her with crimson eyes, touching her cheek as if in play.

"You were clearly a child reeking of milk once... When did you grow up so much into a full female?"

She flinched and stepped back. But her back was blocked by the wall. She couldn't flee any further.

The man watched her with interested eyes, then reached out and began to stroke her face outright.

An instinctive repulsion rose.

Thwack! She roughly slapped away the hand fumbling at her face and cried out sharply.

"It's you, isn't it? You killed my father! Isn't it?"

"Me?"

The man pointed at himself and widened his eyes roundly. It was an exaggerated gesture. Soon a low laugh filled the cave.

"How could that be."

"Don't lie. Then how do you know me!"

"Listen. I didn't kill your father—I kept him alive. That foolish father of yours who sealed me in this godforsaken tundra."

"What..."

"Of course, it was because of the contract."

Having denied Yeju's words with a mocking tone, he suddenly wiped the expression from his face.

The laughter drained out like a receding tide, replaced by a blank face. It was a chilling transformation.

The man murmured in a dry voice devoid of any emotion.

"Rather, it's I who received the price of that trashy contract. Your father offered up his useless body as the condition for being saved."

"...A contract?"

At the unexpected word, Yeju's face wavered. She chewed her lower lip and barely managed to speak.

"What kind of contract did you... make with my father?"

"I just told you. Your father begged me to save him because he didn't want to die, and I agreed not to kill him in exchange for his corpse after death."

The man jerked his chin toward the remains Yeju held and shrugged once.

Clutching her father's remains tightly, afraid they would be taken, she asked in a trembling voice.

"Why did my father make such a contract with you?"

"I don't know how many times I have to repeat the same thing."

Perhaps displeased with the question, the man suddenly scrunched his face as if annoyed.

"Just as you humans pray to a god to be saved when on the verge of death, your father prayed to me. I merely granted his condition."

"Then why did my father try to seal you in the tundra?"

Perhaps it was an unexpected question this time. The man looked at her with fresh eyes.

He seemed to think for a moment, then readily answered.

"...Well. Perhaps because I am a descendant of the black fragment."

"Black fragment...?"

It was a term she had never heard before. But instead of explaining it, the man muttered something incomprehensible.

"Humans, including your father, are gripped by the delusion that if the offspring born from my seed were to breed, they would bring about the destruction of humanity."

"......"

"I had not the slightest interest in the troublesome business of bearing offspring, you see."

He smiled grimly and muttered as if chewing on the words.

"But those bastards like your father made such a fuss and provoked me that my mind changed."

"......"

"Now I will plant my seed in the female."

For a moment, the man's eyes met Yeju's. Crimson pupils shining vividly like blood in the dark gloom. They flashed as if about to burn her alive.

In that instant, Yeju couldn't move an inch, like small prey before a massive predator.


― Now I will plant my seed in the female.


The words stabbed into her ears like violence. She didn't know why, but she felt that if she moved now, something terrible would happen. She held her breath.

Having silently regarded the woman gone white, the man soon changed his expression again and grinned.

"Regardless, that is mine."

At last the man took his eyes off her and fixed his glinting pupils on her father's corpse.

"Though I forgot about it, not knowing he was dead, and it has already rotted away—since I'm hungry right now, I suppose I'll chew on the bones at least."

The man wore a strange smile as he looked between her father's corpse and Yeju. He seemed about to pounce at any moment and swallow both her and her father whole.

Yeju unconsciously shouted out.

"D-don't!"

Her sharp voice rang loudly through the cave.

"D-don't. Who are you, who are you to say such horrible things!"

"What reason is there for me to receive the price of the contract? There's no fool in all the world but me who would accept your father's trashy corpse as payment."

"......"

"Ah. But still, because he's your father, you want to cling to even that corpse and survive?"

The man smirked mockingly and sneered.

"Then say just one word to me. That instead of the body, you'll offer up your father's soul, still wandering somewhere on this snowfield."

"......"

"For me, devouring your father's soul is far more profitable than that rotting, stinking thing. So, will you trade soul for body?"

Yeju couldn't understand a single thing he was saying. Her head spun in circles.

Trade soul for body?

Bones, sure, could sort of be eaten—but how does one eat a soul?

To Yeju, it all just sounded like the man's absurd, insane rambling. But.

Shouldn't I just play along and get out of here?

The moment she was about to open her mouth with that thought—

"But your father's soul will never reincarnate, nor wander the underworld—it will burn inside my belly. Forever, as long as I am sealed in this snowfield."

The man, his smile erased, ground out the words with a terrifying face. His tone no longer felt like the ravings of a madman.

At his words, Yeju muttered vacantly, as if in a daze.

"...That's impossible."

Devour a soul, and that soul burns in his belly? How could anyone do such a thing?

But as if reading every one of her thoughts, the man sneered coldly.

"You're mistaking me for a human like yourself."

"D-don't lie. You're just trying to take my father's remains, aren't you? That's why you're saying such nonsense—!"

"Does what I say seem like a lie? If you can't believe it, we can verify right now. Give it here—I'll chew on a piece of that corpse's bone in front of your eyes."

The beast held out his hand and growled roughly. As if the exchange he'd had with Yeju until now had been nothing but play, his crimson eyes glinted ominously with irritation and rage.

At the ominous aura radiating from the man, Yeju's face was once again shrouded in fear.

She couldn't figure out how to accept any of this.

Her only father, out of contact for years, had been found dead.

And before that shock could even fade, a naked madman had appeared, spouting insanity about chewing on the remains.

But what frightened Yeju most of all was her own instinct telling her that the man's words were not lies.

Even if he killed her right now and desecrated her father's corpse, there was nothing she could do.

The fear and helplessness that dug into her bones blurred her vision in an instant. But she couldn't show weakness before a monster threatening to chew up her father.

She bowed her head deeply and hid her ruined face. But she couldn't hide even her heaving breaths.

Drip, drip. Hot droplets began to fall down her cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

The man, carelessly looking down at her as she trembled silently, suddenly asked.

"Please..."

"What?"

"Please, just stop..."

Someone, please wake me from this nightmare.

"If you have something to say, lift your head and say it properly."

At her barely audible murmur, the man repeated coldly. Yeju had no choice but to lift her tear-streaked face and plead with difficulty.

"...Please. Please, can't you just stop?"

"......"

"I have no one but my father. I abandoned everything and came all the way here to find him. But, hngh..."

The woman couldn't hold back and burst into tears. The man's expression as he watched her grew peculiar.

Wiping the endlessly falling tears with the back of her hand, Yeju continued.

"But my father is dead, and you're trying to take even his corpse from me."

"......"

"Please, please just let me and my father go. I'll apologize on his behalf for what he did to you. I-I'm sorry."

"......"

"B-but my father wouldn't have done such a thing with ill intent! I can vouch for that. My father, he's not that kind of bad person. Really."

The man simply watched her quietly with that peculiar look still in his eyes. Yeju sobbed and appealed to him.

For someone who had just graduated university, the ordeal that had befallen her was far too cruel and harsh.

The man did not open his mouth easily. It was around the time Yeju was gradually losing confidence.

That his hand, carrying a chilling cold, touched her cheek where tears were streaming down in drops.

At the sudden touch, Yeju's breath stopped. Smearing the trail of tears thickly with his thumb, the man clicked his tongue.

"...Tsk. Naive, or foolish—I can't tell."

"......"

"Do you want your father's corpse that badly?"

"Yes, yes."

At the question that followed, Yeju nodded like mad, not even thinking to brush his hand away.

She didn't care if she couldn't take the remains back to Korea.

Just to bury them somewhere sunny, not in a dark cave like this. So that later she could visit and pay her respects without forgetting.

If she could at least do that, she would want nothing more.

At Yeju's vigorous nodding, the man curved his red lips upward and smiled again.

"Then there's only one way."

"Wh-what way? Please tell me."

"You make a contract with me, staking your father's body."

The man's eyes suddenly sparkled. Like a child who had been eagerly awaiting those very words.

His lips curled up nearly to his ears, as if about to tear. The white fangs revealed between his lips glinted sharply.

Even with his bright smile, something felt off—perhaps because his teeth were so sharply pointed they could never be mistaken for human.

"If you grant my demand, I'll give you your father's remains. And after the contract ends, I won't eat or touch your father, or you either."

"A... contract?"

"Yes. A contract."

Beneath the man's bright smile, Yeju's eyes wavered endlessly.

"...What is it that I have to grant you?"

"That is..."

The man trailed off for a moment, then reached out before she could even register it.

Yeju's waist was yanked forward in an instant—she was in his arms in the blink of an eye.

As she gasped in surprise, the man covered her lower belly with his large palm and pressed down.

"You will receive my seed here and bear my offspring."

As if sharing a secret, the man whispered and stroked her lower belly gently. Yeju's body went rigid.

"Wh-what did you say?"

"Pregnancy."

"......"

"Here. Carrying my eggs in your womb, plenty of them."

Pressing firmly on her lower belly, the man spoke in an excited tone.

"Ah..."

Her vision went dark for a moment. Yeju staggered with a pallid face.

Then, as if to soothe her, he released the pressure and stroked her belly again.

It was a touch so sticky and lewd that even she—worn down by life, never having dated—could feel it vividly.

"Why, why... why me..."

"Why am I making you such an offer? Well..."

The man laughed sickeningly right before her, enough to give her chills.

He slowly lowered his head. His breath tickled, tickled above Yeju's lips. At a distance where their noses would touch at any moment, the man murmured.

"Because you're the only female here, and your father sealed me in this place?"

"......"

"Why that face? You're pale as if about to faint. I thought it was a pretty good deal—is it not to your liking?"

He wore an expression as if he genuinely didn't understand.

"It's not a bad offer for you. Either way, you can't escape this cave on your own."

"......"

"Besides, my offspring take the form of eggs, not humans, so you don't need to carry them in your belly for ten months. Carry them for just three months and you can lay them."

Three thick, long fingers spread out before her eyes. At that explicit gesture, Yeju's face drained of color.

"You're not thinking you can escape from here on your own, are you? While carrying your father's corpse, no less? Surely not."

"......"

"Still, let me tell you—this ice cave is directly beneath the tundra river. If you take a wrong path and get unlucky, the ceiling collapses and it's a perfect place to drown."

"......"

"Besides, the paths are so twisted that even your father's grandfather couldn't easily find his way out. Of course, I won't just stand by and let that happen."

The man, growling low, went on to utter terrifying words.

"If you ignore my warning and try to leave, before you drown, I'll tear apart and chew up both your father's corpse and his soul. Then I'll violate you until your crotch is torn, and before you conceive, I'll snap your neck and kill you."

After spouting words disgusting enough to make her vomit, the man smiled playfully. His crimson eyes curved.

What, what did I just hear?

Her breath caught in her throat as if she were hyperventilating. Her fingertips trembled, and the color had long since drained from her lips.

As if waiting for her answer, anticipation gradually filled his eyes.

He really... really means to do it.

It was no crude joke—the beast was sincere.

She panted raggedly. The demon-like man holding her waist was endlessly, terribly frightening.

She had no idea how to resolve this situation.

"You have to answer. Hmm?"

The man gently urged Yeju, who only trembled like prey before a predator.

Yeju, panting, answered with difficulty.

"I... I need time to think."

"Time to think? Well, fine."

Surprisingly, the man readily accepted her words. The arm that had been constricting her waist like a chain was released at once.

She was free, yet she still couldn't move an inch, as if still held in his embrace.

"Then I'll come back exactly this time tomorrow."

"......"

"Think carefully about what the wise choice is. Whether it's better to have even a worthless skull, or to let a paltry soul burn forever in the fires of hell. Perhaps the latter might be better for you."

Chuckle. With a thug-like laugh, the man slowly retreated.

It was the moment he left her and stood in complete darkness.

Crack, crunch, crack— Horrible sounds of bones breaking and locking together rang out. At the same time, the man's shadow cast on the cave wall swelled larger and larger.

Crrrunch, crack. The man's body swelled endlessly, until at last it grew so massive it touched the ceiling.

The raw stench of a beast flowed sickeningly into Yeju's nostrils.

"Grrrrr—"

The man, now transformed into a black wolf, flashed crimson eyes in the darkness.

After glaring at her intently for a while, the beast suddenly vanished into one of the several passages.

"Huk..."

The moment the black wolf disappeared, Yeju slid down to the ground as if collapsing.

Even though the absurd sight of a man transforming into a wolf had unfolded before her eyes, she wasn't particularly surprised.

The emotions that seized her were only the chill, fear, and terror digging into her bones. Nothing else.

Even though the beast had vanished, warmth would not easily return to Yeju's cold fingertips. Her father's remains slipped softly from her loosened arms and fell to the floor.

But she had not the slightest thought of picking them up again and setting out.

The beast had clearly disappeared, yet that strange gaze she had felt in the heart of the forest was still there...

Hugging her knees with both arms, Yeju buried her head deeply and sobbed.

How did things come to this?

Was it because she hadn't looked for her father sooner?

Caring for her father who had regained his light—in truth, it had been no different from not paying attention at all.

When her father was obsessed with the beast and shut himself in his study, she had never once actively tried to stop him.

She had left room for him to fall deeper, to cling harder—and was she being punished for that now?

"Hngh... hngh, hngh..."

The situation was too overwhelming, too terrifying for Yeju.

But what frightened her more was the black wolf who might come at the same time tomorrow and kill her.

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She didn't know how much time had passed.

He had said he would come exactly at the same time the next day. But without a clock, Yeju couldn't know exactly when that was. Even if the man had lied about the time.

Sleepless, anxious hours passed.

"Hey. Are you done thinking?"

At last, the man came.

He asked, his lips curled up as if about to tear, whether she had finished thinking about the contract.

"What do I have to do?"

Yeju asked with a soul-stripped face. The man answered in a tender tone, as if soothing a small child.

"I have to get inside your womb to plant my seed, so undress."

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The Black Wolf of the Tundra - Chapter 2

2. The Curse of the Forest

White breath poured out and scattered softly into the air.

Yeju's eyes, gazing at the endless expanse of white snow stretching before her, were filled with nothing but turmoil.

There had been no further contact from her father since that last call.

Unable to bear the anxiety any longer, she had finally opened the door to her father's room—the one she hadn't dared touch, like a blue-bearded chamber—and searched inside.

But no matter how thoroughly she looked, she couldn't find the countless books and documents her father had pored over day and night.

The room was so tidy it could only have been deliberately cleared. The only thing she found was a Russian conversation dictionary her father seemed to have bought before leaving for the tundra.

Flipping through it carelessly with a hollow heart, she froze for a long while upon seeing a single sheet of paper wedged deep between the pages.

On the paper, a black wolf was drawn in frantic, slashing strokes.

A massive black wolf with a lush mane, its crimson pupils flashing.

And that was what brought Yeju to stand now on this godforsaken, bitterly cold and dry Tundra.

"Yeju-ssi. What are you doing here?"

Seongwon asked playfully, tapping Yeju's thick padded jacket.

Startled out of her thoughts, Yeju whirled around, and he, in turn, looked even more startled, laughing awkwardly.

Because of the murders of two Korean students in Russia a few months prior, Asians traveling to Russia—let alone to the polar regions—were vanishingly rare.

Even after booking the tour, she'd had to wait three more months, barely filling the minimum headcount before departure. Meeting a fellow Korean on the tundra tour was quite lucky.

Seongwon was an office worker who had majored in Russian. He'd said he came traveling to clear his head while preparing to change jobs, and he truly seemed to be enjoying his leisure—bright and energetic all day long.

A complete contrast to Yeju's worry-laden face.

"They say we're moving to the next course? We walk through the forest while sightseeing, and they've apparently prepared a vehicle on the opposite side of the woods."

"Ah..."

Yeju responded absently to Seongwon's words.

The guide was a diminutive Russian poor at English. Yeju, who had come without any time to study conversation, could easily receive explanations about the sights thanks to Seongwon.

"By the way, why did you come to the tundra, Yeju-ssi? Sorry to say this, but you don't seem interested in sightseeing at all."

At Seongwon's pointed question, Yeju hesitated for a moment.

Truthfully, even she couldn't quite understand why she had come all this way.

She hadn't thought coming to the tundra would immediately lead her to her father. And that expectation had only solidified after arriving in the vast emptiness of Siberia.

Finding her father on this endless expanse of ice was like finding a needle in a desert.

Moreover, the Russian Far East was now in the heart of winter. It was weather perfectly suited for freezing to death if one went out recklessly looking for someone.

"...I came to find my father."

Only after a long pause did Yeju slowly answer Seongwon.

"Huh? Your father? Don't tell me your father went missing in Siberia?"

"Yes, well... something like that."

"Then you shouldn't have just come here recklessly—you should have reported it to the police first..."

Seongwon made a fuss at Yeju's words and looked for his phone.

But soon, realizing he couldn't turn it on even if he handed it to her, he made a perplexed expression.

All digital devices, including phones, had been turned off at the guide's recommendation once they'd gone deep into the Yamal Peninsula.

In the polar regions, because of the strong magnetic fields, anything that generated electromagnetic waves tended to break just by being left on.

Because of that, even photos had to be entirely entrusted to a single special camera the guide carried.

Of course, Yeju didn't care about photos—she just wanted to find her father and get out of this unpleasant region as quickly as possible.

She gave Seongwon, who was urging her to report it, no answer and only smiled ambiguously. He glanced at her with a strange look.

"My father is an archaeologist, and he came to the tundra to survey ruins. But contact's been cut for months, so I came because I was worried."

"Ah—if that's the case, shouldn't you go to the research base?"

"Well. I don't really know either, so I came partly to sightsee as well..."

At her vague evasion, the suspicious look finally faded.

That was when it happened. Angry shouting erupted from ahead.

Turning around, she saw the guide and the nomadic elder who had driven the tourists by sled locked in a heated, hostile argument.

"No, no. It's nothing. Don't worry!"

"Accursed Forest! Don't go into the forest! Don't go into the forest! Forest, Forest!"

To the guide, who raised both hands to calm him, saying it was fine, the elder screamed, his face flushed red, pointing at the forest.

The elder's fierce, shrill voice pierced her ears sharply.

The fight, which seemed it would never end, ultimately concluded with victory for the guide, who had maintained a good-natured face throughout.

"Damn it!"

The elder spat out a rough curse and swiftly drove his sled away.

The guide, trying to ease the chilled atmosphere, loudly gathered the people standing at a distance.

Seongwon gestured for them to go and walked ahead. About ten people gathered before the river of the tundra, frozen solid into earth.

Yeju looked around the next sightseeing spot—the largest vegetation area in the tundra.

Conifers, thin and gaunt under heavy piled snow, stood in endless rows, looking quite gloomy and eerie.

Yeju gazed with distant eyes at the entrance of the forest, gaping open like a monster's maw.

She knew well enough that she couldn't find her father on some shabby tour course like this. But.

...Still, I can't just sit by doing nothing.

Her father was her only family. If she lost even him in vain like this, she would be left utterly alone in the world.

"Let's go, Yeju-ssi."

Just then, Seongwon called her. Most of the other tourists, including the guide, had already entered the forest.

Nodding, Yeju followed him, and as she walked, she suddenly asked about a word that had stood out in the elder's angry voice.

"Les... Les. What does 'Les' mean?"

"Les? Ahh. A curse."

"A curse...?"

"That old man said this forest is cursed? Anyway, he said you must absolutely never go in here? Haha, a curse, that sounds fun."

Seongwon laughed playfully and left her behind, walking toward the forest first.

Yeju, remaining behind, looked at the still dark and gloomy forest with wavering eyes. A strange unease tickled beneath her ankles.

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"Yeju-ssi, they say we'll rest here for a bit."

"Ah, thank you."

"We're about halfway now, I think. Are you tired? Your face is pale."

"No. I can still hold out."

Yeju shook her head at Seongwon's concern. It was only after quite a long time had passed since entering the forest that their group stopped.

She perched on a nearby snow-covered rock and caught her ragged breath.

She pretended to be fine, but in truth, she had been extremely on edge since entering the forest.

She kept feeling a gaze from somewhere she couldn't place.

With a chilling sensation at the nape of her neck, she'd looked around the whole way, but there was nothing—not even a presence, only white snow-covered weeds and pebbles.

Seongwon dismissed her words as probably just animals living in the forest. Yet as time passed, her nerves grew sharper and sharper.

What is it?

Ever since entering the forest, she couldn't shake the bizarre delusion that someone was targeting her.

She tore at her chapped lips with an anxious face.

Seongwon, prattling on beside her about plans for after the trip, abruptly left her side at the guide's suggestion to take photos.

Yeju was left alone, somewhat apart from the group.

Now that even Seongwon had left, her head spun and her stomach churned.

I'm dizzy... Is this also some kind of mirage?

Her vision intermittently blurred and returned to normal. Her mind quickly grew hazy.

Again.

In that moment, she felt the gaze again from somewhere.

After laboriously turning her head and quickly scanning her surroundings, Yeju confirmed no one was there, then leaned her head weakly against a nearby tree and closed her eyes.

My head hurts...

She thought she'd been exposed to the cold too long. Her head felt like it would split. Yeju blinked slowly.

Her vision grew blurry, and the sound of people's conversation drifted further away. Her body began to grow limp.

Through her gradually fading consciousness, she closed her eyes completely.

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She dreamed.

The reason she thought it was a dream was that the black wolf, which always felt chillingly vivid against her skin, now seemed like something distant.

A beast so massive that three grown men combined wouldn't match it rampaged right before her eyes.

A lush black tail lightly brushed past Yeju's face.

"Ha..."

She let out a small groan, almost a sigh.

In that instant, the black wolf leaped up and lightly swallowed a person running on the opposite side.

Crunch—

"Kyaaaah—!"

Following the horrible sound she'd heard in her dreams before, a wretched scream pierced her ears. Her eardrums felt like they would burst. She briefly furrowed her delicate brows.

But that too didn't last long.

The scream that seemed it would go on forever suddenly cut off, and the sound of bones being chewed—crunch, crunch—began to take its place.

In her hazy vision, the black wolf's sharp, large teeth zoomed in as if by camera.

Between its teeth, which always shone with a beautiful whiteness, blood so horrifying just to look at dripped steadily.

The white snowfield became speckled with a brilliant red, viscous liquid.

"Aah, kyaaaah!"

At another human's scream, the black wolf flashed its red eyes.

With both its mouth and eyes bloodied as it rampaged, it was impossible to tell which was blood and which was its pupils.

The world crumpled into white, black, and red.

Kyaaaah—!

Hngh. Hnghhh, save me!

Crunch, crack, crrrunch—

What... the dream is too cruel.

Seeing people dying with arms and legs torn off in the wolf's mouth, she let out a hollow laugh. It was so unreal.

I'm sleepy... should I just sleep.

Her vision wavered as if she'd fall asleep again. She didn't want to see any more of this cruel bloodbath.

How long did she drift like that between unconsciousness and awareness?

In that moment, like a lie, the only figure that felt real appeared.

Seongwon, one leg bitten off up to the thigh, bleeding profusely, cried out desperately toward Yeju.

"Yeju-ssi! Ugh, Yeju-ssi, wake up! Lee Yeju-ssi! Lee Yeju-ssi!"

A drop of blood clinging to Seongwon's left cheek teetered precariously.

At his desperately contorted face, Yeju slowly opened her eyes wide.

...What?

She looked around with dazed eyes.

It was still the gloomy tundra forest. And before her was complete pandemonium.

"This is... a dream."

She couldn't tell if this was truly a dream or reality; her head wasn't working well.

If it were a dream, the hot stench of blood stung her nose enough to make her nauseous...

And if it were reality, wasn't the situation far too absurd? A black wolf had appeared and was tearing people limb from limb, killing them.

"Hngh, hck! Yeju-ssi! Run, quickly! Ye...!"

The moment Seongwon shouted again, Yeju's eyes and the beast's crimson pupils met exactly.

Crunch—

He couldn't finish his cry to run. The monster, bounding as if flying across the snowfield, raised its massive paw and crushed Seongwon's head right there.

His head burst. White brain matter and red blood streamed down at the black wolf's feet, soaking the ground.

"Ah. Ah..."

Yeju raised her head with a soul-stripped gaze and looked at the massive black wolf.

The beast was looking at her with its crimson eyes, smiling. Its white, sharp teeth moved jaggedly, forming syllables.

"Found you."

She lost consciousness just like that.

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The Black Wolf of the Tundra - Chapter 1

1. The Missing Father

Yeju had lost her mother early and had lived alone with her father ever since.

Her father was a poor archaeologist. Though the word "scholar" hardly suited him, he never shied away from grueling work to raise young Yeju.

Still, in those days when he left at dawn and returned late at night, her father had a human touch to him.

The phrase "human touch" meant, quite literally, that he had the sharpness of mind of a human being and knew exactly what his purpose was.

At some point, that human touch vanished from her father.

It was around the time Yeju was entering high school.

For her father, who was struggling financially, the proposal from his former colleague Professor Kim of X University to join an excavation of ancient ruins was too tempting to refuse.

The pay was good for what amounted to nothing more than exploration and reviewing related materials and papers. Though there was the risk of having to travel all the way to the tundra of the northern Siberian polar region.

The reason her father ultimately accepted the offer was, in all likelihood, largely because of the university tuition for Yeju that the professor had promised to cover.

It was Yeju who persuaded her father, who had been writing a polite refusal saying he couldn't leave his only daughter for over half a year. Since her mother's death, her father's eyes—once dead—had come alive, filled with expectation and yearning.

Yeju respected her father as an archaeologist, and she didn't want his light to be extinguished forever.

Yes, that was all it was. The reason she had sent him off, reassuring him again and again that she could manage alone, that he worried about until the very end.

For the first three months, her father called faithfully once a day. Even when Yeju begged him to stop because the phone bills were piling up, he was stubborn about it.

But it was around the time two months had passed since he'd gone to the tundra.

Her father's voice began to change, little by little. The change was so slow and subtle that she couldn't notice it at first.

His voice grew gradually—then increasingly violently—urgent, like a man being chased.

The frequency of the weekly calls, as well as the duration of each conversation, dwindled bit by bit. Even the call that finally came after months barely lasted a minute.

"Yeju, Daddy's busy right now."

"Yeju, Dad has to go."

"Yeju, let's hang up now."

Yeju felt hurt, but she didn't show it. She was glad her father had found his dream again, and she assumed that was why he had to be so busy.

He had said he'd stay in the tundra for just half a year and come right back, but he returned home well over three months past the expected time.

And in his eyes, back on Korean soil, an indescribably bizarre light began to swirl.

After returning home, her father clung desperately to something. No matter how she scolded or reasoned with him, he'd only act like his old self for a moment before nothing changed.

Around that time, Yeju was also busy beyond reason preparing for university entrance exams, so she couldn't pay attention to her father.

Still, whenever she saw him with the study light on late into the night, absorbed frantically in something, she would break out in goosebumps.

Beneath the yellow glow of the desk lamp. Her father, his nose buried in old papers and books scattered all over the desk, muttered like a madman.

― The seal! I have to seal it! Catching it before it increases its numbers is the only way to save the world!

Just what was it that had intoxicated him then with such a sense of achievement and ecstasy, believing he was saving the world?

By the time Yeju graduated high school, her father finally left home for good, leaving behind nothing but a single note saying he'd "be back from the tundra shortly."

After that, she never saw her father again.

Her father, who'd said he'd be back shortly, didn't return until the year she turned twenty-three.

He went missing without even a single call to say he'd arrived safely—not even that most common of greetings.

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After her father disappeared, Yeju began to have strange dreams.

In the dream, on a blindingly white field of snow, stood a massive black wolf with a lush black mane.

The wolf's eyes were the color of blood.

"Grrrrrr..."

Even against the harsh, biting wind, the black wolf looked directly at Yeju. And as if binding her, Yeju couldn't move a muscle.

Then the beast would prowl toward her leisurely, like a predator that had captured its prey.

As if it would snatch her up in one bite and tear her to shreds at any moment. Baring its sharp teeth, one step, another step...

Startled awake by the vividness of it, her body was always drenched in cold sweat.

As the dream repeated, the distance between her and the black wolf grew steadily closer.

She had a hunch that it was closely tied to the purpose of her father's trip to the tundra. Yet she deliberately avoided looking into it.

She was afraid. That she might lose her reason and go mad, just like her father.

But as if mocking her, the wolf in her dreams wouldn't leave her alone.

The beast that had been prowling around her stopped looking at her at some point. Instead, its crimson eyes blazing, it tore apart the human lying beneath it.

Its sharp teeth struck bone.

Crunch, crack. Horrible sounds echoed in succession.

She screamed. The person who lay beneath the wolf's muzzle, slashed and bleeding to death, was none other than...

Her father.

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The dream of her father being torn into the wolf's belly continued relentlessly, to the point of disrupting her daily life.

Her mind grew increasingly ravaged. At some point, she began to sense it.

She didn't want to admit it, but it seemed her father—her only family—was dead.

Then one day. As she was preparing to leave for her part-time job, she received a phone call.

A Russian country code. Yeju stared at the unfamiliar number on her phone, then frantically answered.

"H-hello?"

"Yeju?"

"Dad?"

"Yeju!"

It was her father's voice. Dazed for a moment, she soon exploded.

"Dad! Where on earth... are you hurt anywhere? Do you know how worried I've been? Where are you right now?!"

At the sound of her still-living father's voice, tears burst through and poured out.

How much she had suffered because of those nightmares. She didn't want to go through again those hours of trembling at the thought that her father might be dead.

Yeju poured out words she had never once said before.

"Can't you just come home now, huh? Dad, I'm suffering so much. Please just come back and live with me. Okay?"

"Yeju, Yeju. Daddy's sorry. But there isn't much time. I'll make it short."

But even as his only daughter sobbed, her father only talked about something else. At his voice, urgent as if chased by something, Yeju grew angry again.

"What's so urgent! What's so urgent that you skip even my graduation ceremony!"

"Yeju, my daughter. Sob, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Daddy's sorry."

"Dad!"

"My daughter, can you live well without Daddy? Hmm?"

"What are you... what are you saying! Where are you? I'll come instead. Where are you, Dad!"

"No, no!"

At Yeju's words, her father denied it fiercely, his voice agitated. And he poured out his next words like rapid fire.

"Forget about someone like me, and live bravely and well like you've done so far. You must never come looking for me here."

"What are you saying! Dad!"

"I love you, daughter."

"Dad! Dad!"

Click.

With that, her father's call ended. Yeju stared blankly at the phone, from which only intermittent dial tones sounded.

Anxiety swept over her entire body.

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The Black Wolf of the Tundra - Chapter 5

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