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VERMIS III - Old Curses & Buried Horrors

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘴 ?

[You hear several ghost kids freaking out in the background]

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𝙜𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 18+, he’s a bit unhinged, cock sucking, tiny blurb

he’s never been able to hold his feelings in. even before the ai in his body, before the fall, something in him always betrayed his inner emotions.

that’s why now, with his cock down your throat, he can’t pretend that it’s not driving him insane. emre can’t act like seeing your mouth stuffed full with his spit-soaked cock isn’t making his brain actively malfunction. hips bucking up, grunts escaping his mouth, a fist tightening in your hair — all of it involuntary. he has to actively fight the dark part of his mind telling him to just fuck your face already.

and god forbid when he cums down your throat. he genuinely might not let you up for air because he’s too caught up in the thrill of emptying his balls into you.

you take it all. you always do.

Miyeong and Third (I've called her Ha-yun in a couple stories now so I'm going with that) never find the final Sunlight Sister so they debut as a duo. But they've always had this feeling that she was out there. The Honmoon never lets them forget, even if their mentors have given up on the possibility of finding her.

The Sunlight Sisters see mild success in Korea and amongst Korean populations outside of the peninsula but don't really go global. Miyeong meets a guy who seems nice enough, and has a short fling with him before they drift apart.

Then the Honmoon stops calmly reminding them.

Miyeong and Ha-yun get this sense, this deep urge that is relentless in their souls. They know it must be their third Hunter, so they "go with their guts" and let the Honmoon guide their decisions all the way from their apartment in Seoul to Montreal in the middle of January.

And then they stop getting any help. Discouraged and not dressed nearly warm enough, they dip in to a small restaurant that caught their eye because it was serving genuine Korean food. It looked like it hadn't been updated since it opened in the 70s. All sorts of knick-knacks and paraphernalia adorned the walls. Newspaper clippings about the restaurant, photos of various local and Canadian celebrities partaking in food, old prints of popular Korean locations from ten years ago. Christmas lights still glowed warmly around the window and amongst the lovingly-cared for potted plants at the front of the shop. There was a flag hanging on the back wall with a large, oddly-shaped "C" with an "H" in the middle, coloured boldly in red, white, and blue. A grainy TV was mounted up in the back corner, displaying highlights from a hockey game with a team wearing jerseys with the same logo. There were only a few other patrons, but it was between meals on a weekday.

Miyeong and Ha-yun were shaking the snow out of their hair when a short older woman appeared through a set of double doors to the back. "Ah, bonjour! Une table pour deux?" she asked them, and even if they couldn't understand the French they could pick up an accent.

"Uh...sorry, we..." Ha-yun stammered in Korean, wincing as she gestured to her and Miyeong with a 'I'm so sorry we didn't understand a word of what you just said' expression on her face.

The older woman's face lit up. "Oh, it's no worries, my dear!" she replied in perfect Korean, "A table for two, yes? I'll set you both up in the best seat in the house!"

She sets them up at a table right by the front window, where they can look out on the busy street outside and the fat, fluffy snow falling from the darkening sky. They ordered based on warmly given recommendations, and then wait for their food. "Do you think we made a mistake?" Miyeong worried as she watched the snow fall, "What if we don't find her?"

"I'm more worried about where we're gonna find a place to stay tonight," Ha-yun pointed out glumly, "We were so preoccupied we kinda forgot that part."

Miyeong had yet another thing to worry about, but her mind was drawn from it by a commotion behind the double doors leading into the kitchen.

"Eomma! Stop! I told you I cook the food instead of serve it for a reason!"

"At the front table are two lovely girls just waiting to meet you!"

"Believe me, I'm happy you're supportive, Eomma, but I literally told you two days ago after you wouldn't stop trying to set me up with Ye-Jun."

"They're pretty, they speak Korean, and I'm certain I saw them on television the other day. Go talk to them!"

"But the japchae needs-"

"I can handle that. Now go!"

And then a woman about their age is definitely shoved through the doors by an overly-supportive mother, carrying their plates of food. She blushed profusely, looking like she wished the floor would open up underneath her, and stiffly brought their order over.

But Miyeong and Ha-yun don’t notice how awkward she was. All they saw was the Honmoon dancing around her like a light show. It might as well be forming a bunch of arrows pointing to her with its bands.

And as if that wasn’t enough, she was stunning. Long black hair was tired up in a messy bun, bangs swept up high and falling down to partially hide one eye. She was wearing an old red and black plaid shirt, rolled up to her elbows, and a food-splattered apron across her front. It was clear she had been busy preparing things in the back, but even after all that time in the kitchen, she made their hearts leap as if they were seeing her on a runway in Paris.

"Uh, sorry about that," the angel in Buffalo plaid said with a wince, "My mother can be…nevermind. Here’s your food."

Miyeong was happy to just accept her food and let the poor woman retreat to the kitchen, but Ha-yun had other ideas. "You have a Korean mother willing to forcefully set you up with women? Girl, you struck the queer jackpot," she commented with a laugh.

Their server released a long suffering sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Tabernack," she muttered, before adding, "I apologize again. I’ll leave you to your food. Let us know if you need anything."

She turned to leave, but only got two steps toward the safety of the kitchen when Miyeong shot out of her seat, shouting, "Wait!"

It stunned everyone. Ha-yun blinked at her in surprise and the mystery woman just stared at her in shock. Miyeong sputtered for a moment, feeling like a car stuck in the snow, before stammering, "Uh… Y…you said you cook here, right? Well, we’re way hungrier than we thought so is there anything else you’d recommend?"

The woman narrowed her eyes, which felt way more intimidating than Miyeong was anticipating. "The mandu is one of my specialties," she stated slowly.

"Ok, we’ll try that!" Miyeong squeaked.

"And…could we get a name?" Ha-yun added with a sly smile.

The woman glared at her. "If I give you my name I’ll have to go back there to where my mother is definitely eavesdropping," she said bluntly, "Do you have any idea how smug she’s going to be?"

Ha-yun shrugged. "So…is that a no on the name?"

Miyeong bit her lip, then blurted, "I’m Miyeong. And that’s Ha-yun."

The woman looked between them, heaving yet another sigh. "Celine," she finally relented.

True to my word, friends. True to my word...