thefictionvixens Chapter 387 As expected of Teacher Park, a true man!
Chapter 387 As expected of Teacher Park, a true man!
These words exploded in Dave's ears like a thunderclap.
Kiss her?
What kind of weirdo has lips that are split to the ears and a body that reeks of a fishy stench?
Just thinking about it made Dave feel nauseous.
Just as Dave was stunned, Park Ji-won and Sergei behind him panicked and simultaneously reached out and jabbed Dave hard in the lower back.
Park Ji-won, standing nearby, urgently whispered, "Don't just stand there! Agree! If you want to live, stop being coy!"
Sergei nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with urgency, fearing that a single mistake by Dave would lead them all to their deaths.
The sharp pain in his lower back brought Dave back to his senses instantly.
A sudden inspiration struck him, and he immediately devised a plan to escape. He put on a smile, bowed to the slit-mouthed woman, and said:
"Dear pilgrim, as you can probably tell, I am fat and ugly, with a face full of fat and bulging muscles. If I were to kiss you, it would be tantamount to desecrating your dignity!"
As he spoke, he pointed to Park Ji-won beside him:
"Look, this Teacher Park is handsome and has a great presence; he's much better looking than me. Why don't we let him kiss you? That way, it wouldn't be a disservice to your beauty!"
Park Ji-won's face instantly turned ashen. He muttered "Dave, you bastard," then turned to the slit-mouthed woman, forcing a stiff smile.
"No, no, no! Respected pilgrim, I have mouth ulcers, and my breath smells terrible! Please, this is absolutely not appropriate!"
The slit-mouthed woman's gaze fell on Park Ji-won's face, scrutinizing him for a few seconds. Her slit twitched slightly, revealing a satisfied expression, and she said in a soft, sweet voice:
"Yes, Teacher Park does look more comfortable."
"As for mouth ulcers... it's nothing serious, anyway, my sense of taste isn't very good."
After saying that, she beckoned to Park Ji-won with her finger: "Then come and kiss me."
Park Ji-won's throat tightened, and she subconsciously swallowed, looking pleadingly at Sergei beside her.
Sergei immediately lowered his head, clutched his stomach with both hands, and let out a painful groan:
"Ah... my stomach suddenly hurts a little, I need to go to the side to rest..."
"You stood by and watched someone die!" Park Ji-won cursed, clutching his stomach as well. "Pilgrim, my stomach suddenly feels a little uncomfortable too!"
The slit-mouthed woman's face instantly darkened, thick black energy swirling around her, her mouth gaping wide to reveal her gleaming white teeth, and her eyes filled with malevolence.
"Do you think I'm ugly? Is that why you won't kiss me?!"
Park Ji-won trembled with fear and shook her head vigorously.
"N-No, no! Your Excellency Pilgrim, you are as beautiful as an angel! I'm just... just a little nervous!"
Just then, several lines of scarlet text suddenly appeared before Park Ji-won's eyes; it was an urgent notification from the South Korean conquest team:
Kiss her immediately! Remember, you are carrying the fate of the entire nation on your shoulders!
Park Ji-won was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening—
In a daze, he seemed to see the South Korean nation behind him: the eyes of thousands of people were focused on him, and the national flag was fluttering in the wind.
He suddenly realized that he was no longer an unlucky guy betrayed by his teammates, but a soldier who bore the honor and disgrace of the entire country.
A sense of tragic grandeur arose spontaneously.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the nausea surging within him, slowly raised his head, and took a step toward the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
As the slit-mouthed woman saw him approaching, the ferocity on her face gradually dissipated, and a strange smile returned to her lips. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for his kiss.
Soon, Park Ji-won stood in front of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
He clenched his fist tightly, then slowly lowered his head. When he was still an inch away from the slit-mouthed woman's lips, he suddenly closed his eyes tightly, quickly leaned in, and gently touched her lips.
The touch was like touching a cold, sticky piece of rotten flesh. Park Ji-won shuddered, and goosebumps instantly erupted on his skin.
Just as he was about to back away, the slit-mouthed woman suddenly hooked her arm around his neck, abruptly breaking through his teeth, and began to entangle herself with him.
"vomit--"
Park Ji-won could no longer hold back, her throat churning violently.
Dave, quick as a flash, pinched his lower back hard. Park Ji-won groaned in pain and swallowed the vomit that was about to come out of his mouth.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort in his body, and stood stiffly in place, letting the slit-mouthed woman conquer and plunder.
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"Warrior! He has sacrificed himself for his country!"
"I can practically smell it through the screen! No wonder he's Mr. Park, he's a real man!"
"Dave: I won't kiss you, but I can help you hold back your vomit. Good teammate, keep it up!"
At this moment, only four words were on Park Ji-won's mind: The national anthem is playing.
"I hereby announce that Ms. Park has been awarded the title of Best Civil Servant of the Year!"
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On the other side, the silent nun's murmured confessions gradually faded, and the aura of karmic obstacles around her also diminished.
She slowly straightened up, her eyes still downcast, her hands clasped in front of her.
The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Feng took the lead and continued to guide the way, with Vassim and Evelyn following closely behind, flanking the nun on either side.
The four of them walked slowly along the outer wall, through the shadows on the west side, and gradually arrived at the north wall of the temple.
Lin Feng sniffed lightly and could clearly smell a faint scent of blood in the air.
After walking a short distance, Lin Feng's sharp eyes swept over the cracks in the stone slabs by the roadside, where he saw a few drops of dark red bloodstains.
Vassim strode over, squatted down, and gently brushed his fingertips across the bloodstains. He then looked at the corner of the wall not far away, where several pieces of fabric were scattered, the same material as the clothes worn by Carlos's trio earlier.
"It's the group of the weeping women." Vassim's voice was low, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.
"Judging from the state of the bloodstains and clothing fragments, they must have had an accident here."
Evelyn frowned slightly: "It's most likely that the rules were broken, or that the weeping woman was angered..."
A hint of seriousness flashed across Lin Feng's eyes: "Don't get distracted, continue guiding, be careful and vigilant, we can't repeat the same mistakes."
Vassim and Evelyn nodded slightly, refocusing their attention and standing guard on either side of the Silent Sister.
The three walked a little further when a hunched figure came into view.
That familiar, trembling gait, that chilling silhouette—
It is... a weeping woman!