Of Foxfire and Cultivation Ch.17 (Patreon)

When Onari and Yu Wu returned to the Yakuza compound’s entrance, they were met with the sight of a panting Soo-Yun. She was alone, standing between piles of ash as the cloud above her opened up and rain began to pour down onto her. The ash was all that was left of Seoul’s Yakuza and it was soon washed away by Soo-Yun’s magical rain.

The whole scene felt cathartic. Soo-Yun had utterly defeated her enemies. And now, she stood alone under a downpour of her own making after venting almost two years worth of stress and pain. Her actions tonight had laid a path for the future of the people she cared about.

Her people could roam the streets without the fear of Yakuza stalking them. They could finally move back into their homes, take back what was originally theirs. They could get back to their real lives.

Sure, more issues would come. But Soo-Yun was now confident that she could take care of the people that mattered to her. With the help of Onari and Yu Wu, she had finally been able to deal a decisive blow to the group that invaded her city. But it was time for her to stop being stubborn about her personal problems. She’d just have to talk to her king about helping with issues that may pop up in the near future…

Yu Wu put a comforting hand on Soo-Yun’s shoulder, “Revenge feels good, doesn’t it? It should. But don’t let that feeling rule you. Always pay back the wrongs that have been dealt to you, but never lose yourself to that feeling. Remember to live your life. The people you’ve lost wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Soo-Yun slowly stopped panting and took a shaky breath to fortify herself, “T-Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do this tonight without you taking on the Youkai.”

Yu Wu waved off her praise, “You would have been fine eventually. You were stronger than any of the Oni individually. You probably would have had to wage a guerilla war and take them out one at a time, but I bet you would have managed.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it… Still, I cannot understate how thankful I am for the chance your assistance gave me. How can I ever pay you back?”

“Just pay it forward. Maybe talk to your king about us… But mostly, just keep doing what you’ve been doing. Keep helping people. Karma will take care of the rest.”

“Yeah, we’re basically even. The information about the Youkai crime ring probably helped us as much as we’ve helped you,” Onari said. “We won’t be staying in Seoul much longer, but we can give you our info so you’ll be able to contact us.”

Soo-Yun bowed deeply to both of them, bending over almost 90 degrees at the waist, “Either way, thank you. In one night, you have managed to give my people what I couldn’t give them in a year and a half: safety, hope, and a chance to resume their original lives. No matter what you say, I don’t think I will ever be able to repay you.”

Yu Wu rolled her eyes, “If you must repay us, just do so by being our friend.”

“F-Friend!?” Soo-Yun squeaked cutely. “I-I don’t really have any real f-friends in my life anymore…”

“Hooo?” Yu Wu tilted her head. “Surely a cutie like you doesn’t have trouble socializing!”

Flustered, Soo-Yun shook her head, “It’s not that. It’s just… When I was reincarnated as a devil, it distanced me from my friends in my old life. And when I started protecting the shanty town, everyone became more like underlings than friends. I guess my peerage could be counted as friends, but I’ve been so focused on my personal troubles that I haven’t really formed any connections with them…”

“Then rejoice! For this young mistress will be your first supernatural friend!” Yu Wu proclaimed, glomping Soo-Yun and pulling her face into her cleavage.

Yu Wu’s intoxicating scent hit Soo-Yun before she could squeak and push the young mistress away. She shuddered as pleasure centers lit up in her brain. The impossibly smooth skin of Yu Wu’s chest against Soo-Yun’s cheek just added to the sensations.

“Fuckkk…” A dazed Soo-Yun slurred quietly into Yu Wu’s boobs. “I guess I’m bi now…”

Yu Wu’s giggle soon turned into an ‘evil’ cackle, “Yesssss… Join the bi side of the force. We have cookies and tomboys and femboys~”

Onari karate chopped Yu Wu lightly on the head, “No evil laughter when you’re trying to convert other people to your sexuality.”

“Oof! Foiled again!”

Onari chuckled, pulling his fiancee off Soo-Yun. Soo-Yun blinked as she realized she wasn’t touching perfect cultivator skin anymore. Without the embrace of Yu Wu’s supple curves, Soo-Yun soon shook off her daze.

She blushed and cleared her throat, “A-Ahem… I don’t know what just came over me.”

Yu Wu smirked, but refrained from teasing the Korean devil much more, “I’m sure it was nothing~ Now though, this young mistress and her darling must unfortunately be off. We have something of a schedule to keep.”

“We’ll stay in touch,” Onari said, giving Soo-Yun their contact info. “Just call if you need anything.”

Yu Wu winked at Soo-Yun as the cultivators hopped onto their flying swords, “Until next time, dear~”

Onari and Yu Wu flew away, leaving behind a thankful, but sexually confused and aroused young devil girl. Soo-Yun watched them disappear into the night. She looked around at the empty Yakuza compound once more before turning and heading home to tell her people the good news.

“Think she’ll call?” Onari asked Yu Wu as they quickly rose above the city of Seoul. Dawn was still a couple of hours off. City lights spread out below them like a sea of stars.

Yu Wu smirked smugly, “Oh, she’ll call.”

“Still want to fuck her?”

“Hmm, at this point I’m more interested in you fucking her until she turns yandere for you…”

Onari felt a thrill of arousal shoot into his cock at that idea, “Ok, yeah, that idea is kinda really hot…”

“I know it is~” Yu Wu sang in a singsong voice.

“Still, I think she was more into you than she was into me.”

“Pfft,” Yu Wu snorted. “Don’t be naive. I’m not the dashing foreign prince who appeared in her time of need. I even caught her looking at your ass at one point. The fact that I was interested as well was just a bonus for her.”

“... Is it weird that our relationship is like this?”

“Nah, we’re just more confident, secure, and open with our relationship than almost anyone else in the world. We’re literally heaven-fated after all. Feeling what each other feels through the bond helps cut down on miscommunication and other ugly problems that relationships usually struggle with. And nothing brings a couple together more than teaming up to dom cute girls.”

“Yeah, I guess we can’t compare our relationship to mortal standards. I’m definitely not complaining though. I like us just the way we are…”

It took less than 20 minutes for Onari and Yu Wu to cross over the infamous border between South and North Korea. A line of barbed wire fencing marked the border, stretching from coast to coast. Even in the dark of the early morning, the DMZ was lit up like Broadway by the many spotlights that lined its fence.

A foxy smirk settled over Onari’s face as they flew over the guards on the South Korean side of the DMZ. He caught Yu Wu’s eye. She raised an eyebrow at his expression, but before she could ask what he was doing, he had already shot off into the distance.

There was a boom as Onari almost instantly broke the speed of sound. Yu Wu threw her head back, laughing and quickly following after him. Sounds of alarm from both sides of the DMZ accompanied the second sonic boom. North and South Koreans dug in and prepared for an attack while their leadership tried to figure out what was going on.

Important people were woken up. Soldiers were armed and awaited further orders on their side of the DMZ. Jets were scrambled and radar systems were put on high alert as people tried to figure out the cause of the twin sonic booms.

On the South Korean side of the border, a trickster god yawned as he walked into a command center. The command center was bustling with people running around and trying to prepare themselves for anything and everything. The trickster god sipped from a cup of coffee he had created in his hand.

Seokga was an old god. He had been tied to the Korean peninsula since the land was born from the sea. Once, he had wanted to be the sole ruler of the human world. Now though, he was just a supernatural consultant for a people he once deceived.

He sighed, plopping himself down in a chair at the main briefing table. At least his current job allowed him the simplicity and time to keep doing what he loved: pranking mortals. Seogka began to peruse what the military knew about the incident so far, invoking his divine powers at the same time to get a better read on the situation.

Something caught his eye. He did a double take and then burst out into giggles. His laughter drew the attention of the ranking officer in the room. The normally laid back older man now wore a worried and resigned expression on his face.

“Lord Seogka, what is it? Did you figure out what is responsible for the disturbance? Has the North finally put aside their prejudices and allied themselves with a supernatural faction?” the general asked.

“Pfft, fuck no,” Seogka scoffed. “Those xenophobic bigots are still more likely to shoot down anything they don’t understand than try to understand that they don’t understand everything.”

The general sighed, relieved that the worst had not come to pass, “I see… That is good. Still, is now really the time for laughter?”

“Of course it fucking is! No matter the situation, there’s always room for laughter. Especially in this case. There isn’t any need to worry about an attack from the North. This will be an interesting, but I dare say ultimately harmless morning for the land of Korea.”

“Should… Should I even ask who the culprits are?”

“Hehehe… Let’s just say the North is about to have some precocious pranksters on their hands…”

Far above the DMZ, Onari whooped as he broke the sound barrier on a flying sword. It was the fastest he had ever flown and he knew he could go much, much faster than this. The wind that cut through his hair was vicious enough to slice a mortal man in two. To Onari though, it just felt like an invigorating breeze.

Yu Wu wasn’t far behind him. She grinned as well as she pushed herself to catch up with her beloved. Onari smirked back at her and began to swerve and twist through the air, starting an impromptu game of tag. They weaved up and down above the well-guarded border, turning the DMZ into their own aerial playground.

Spotlights from both sides of the DMZ tried to catch the pair of cultivators in their beams. They were all very unsuccessful. Onari and Yu Wu even made it a game to avoid the streams of light. Laughing, Onari banked around a spotlight, allowing a bit of his metallic steed to catch the light and flash anyone on the ground looking for him.

Eventually, Onari peeled off to head further into North Korea. Yu Wu followed him closely. He slowed down so Yu Wu could catch up to him. Side by side, they flew over a dark country that barely knew electric lighting.

Yu Wu giggled at Onari, “You know we probably just caused an international incident, right?”

“Yupp,” Onari replied, popping the ‘p’.

“You could have even started a war,” Yu Wu proceeded to faux-lecture him.

“Ehh,” Onari waved dismissively. “We have the luck of the heavens on our side. I’m sure level heads will prevail.”

“... You were saying?” Yu Wu said, sensing a pair of fast moving mortals approaching their position in the sky.

Onari was still nonchalant, dismissing any potential trouble his prank had caused. “It’s just the North Koreans. Like, seriously… They’re not exactly going to disclose this to the international press. It’d just embarrass them, and North Korea cares too much about its ‘reputation’ to do that. And if they can take us out, we don’t even deserve to call ourselves cultivators. Let’s just have some fun.”

A pair of old Soviet-era fighter jets flown by North Korean pilots caught up to Onari and Yu Wu somewhat quickly. In an abysmal showing of aerial tactics, they flew up right beside the two cultivators. Onari and Yu Wu were actually able to look into the cockpits and make eye contact with the pilots.

Onari gave the pilot on his side a cheeky wave. The pilot looked utterly shocked at what he was seeing. He didn’t have time to get over that shock before the wings of his plane were literally burned off. The jet quickly lost control and began to tumble out of the sky with the pilot scrambling to eject.

On Yu Wu’s side, she gave her pilot a dainty wave. This pilot was equally shocked, but there was also an underlying look of lecherous intent in his eyes. Yu Wu physically recoiled at the pilot’s leer. A swipe of her hand sliced the plane in half lengthwise, bisecting the pilot along with the machine.

Yu Wu shuddered in disgust, “Revolting vermin.”

Onari winced, “I don’t think you killed him slowly enough…”

Yu Wu rarely reverted back to her young mistress persona when she was alone with Onari, but the pilot had obviously managed to shake her, “T-This young mistress agrees…”

Onari stepped onto Yu Wu’s sword to comfort her. He hugged her warmly, sending support and relief through their bond. He mentally instructed his own blade to keep pace with them. They flew on in silence like that.

A couple of minutes later, there was a thunderous explosion in the distance. A streak of light rose from the source of the sound. The streak climbed high into the air then turned over and shot towards Onari and Yu Wu.

“For fuck’s sake! Can’t you see we’re busy with something!?” Onari shouted at the missile.

Impossibly, the missile seemed to stutter in its path toward Onari and Yu Wu, as if the killing intent and righteous rage in Onari’s voice had actually affected the inanimate object. Though that also could have been the shoddy quality of North Korean armaments. Either way, before the missile could resume its mission, Onari punched.

A giant fist of fire was thrust out of Onari’s knuckles. The fist grew and grew until it loomed over and illuminated the dark countryside below. With a scream of fury that echoed throughout the whole country, the flaming fist of Onari’s manifested anger slammed into the missile.

A plume of fire expanded in the air above North Korea. The entire night sky lit up in a single, glorious flash of light. A great ball of explosive gas vaporized the darkness of the night for miles and miles. In the morning, the dregs of Onari’s raging Qi would fall upon the whole of North Korea. And since the anger in that Qi was aimed at the North Korean regime… Well, the country was about to go through a period of unprecedented unrest…

That didn’t matter to Onari and Yu Wu at the moment though. Onari was focused on purging that perverse pilot from Yu Wu’s memory and the only thing on Yu Wu’s mind was how hard she was laughing.

“D-Did… hahaha, Did you just punch a nuke??”

“Well… “Onari said, still holding Yu Wu. “It… probably wasn’t a nuke. But I did absolutely just smack a missile out of the sky.”

“And it was fucking scared of you! I can’t, hehehehehe!” Yu Wu said, devolving into giggles that she muffled by burying her face in Onari’s chest.

“I think I have a new title for you,” Yu Wu said, still laughing. “Onari, Enemy of the ICBM, Boogie-monster of conventional weaponry, Tormentor of thermonuclear warheads everywhere!”

Onari’s blush was totally not because those nicknames had a certain ring to them. At least, that’s what he told himself. Smacking a nuke into non-existence totally wasn’t now on his bucket list…

“Let’s just get out of here before these idiots try that shit again,” Onari muttered.

“I don’t know~” Yu Wu singsonged. “I’m kind of curious if they’ll escalate to the nuclear option if we keep pushing them.”

“... That’s such a bad idea, but I am sooo here for it.”

Yu Wu giggled, “Oh! Oh! I call next missile!”