Chapter 17 – Pentecost
On the day of Pentecost, colorful strings were wrapped around the guardian tree, and a long banquet table was placed around it.
The banquet began with the elderly chief of the village hanging up the ornaments used during ancestral rites and bowing to the ancestors.
Chickens and pigs were boiled, stewed, grilled, seasoned with herbs and stir-fried mushrooms were lined up everywhere. In one place, noodles were being boiled in hot water to the extent that smoke was rising.
Wearing a white tunic, white pants, and a white long sash on the occasion of the five blessings, Seo-joon walked into the crowd of noisy people.
Picking up herbs, pork, and noodles from the row of banquet tables, pouring them into his mouth, wiping his hands on the tablecloth, he walked off to somewhere.
On the day of the fifth, young maidens in the village and young women whose marriage partners have not yet been decided were wearing long white dresses that fell to their shins, and red-dyed cloth was tied around their waists.
On Pentecost in the past, it was a tradition for women and men wearing red cloth to dance and untie the cloth before spending the night together. So many men and women suddenly got pregnant on the evening of the fifth day of the moon and later got married.
The red cloth around her waist was proof of her virginity, that women had never experienced a man. That’s the thing that raises their value.
Long years have passed, and now only the lifeline remains, but even now, to loosen the red cloth around her waist was the same as giving up her everything as a woman.
“Oh my god.”
“How can you dress so neatly…”
“Handsome is really handsome…”
As the tall-looking Seo-jun passed by, the girls gathered together drew attention to his smooth appearance.
At least at that moment, the girls who were talking loudly all at once shut their mouths… Among them was Monica, the fifth daughter of a miller who competed for the top spot in terms of beauty.
She secretly clicked her tongue at the girls who stared blankly at Seo-jun’s face whenever he moved. Unfortunately for them, Jerry was destined to eventually become their own.
If I can get over it tonight… Seojun said he would kiss him.
Then she would close her eyes and kiss his lips. Then you will have an ecstatic day.
Thinking that maybe today the moment will come when she will be able to loosen the bare red cloth around her waist, Monica put her hand on her strangely swollen chest and listened to the pounding heartbeat.
While Monica was having such a delusion, Seo-jun was looking at one side, and the place he was heading to was the place where the gray-haired old man who raised him like his own son, who was an orphan.
“Inspiration.”
When Seo-jun approached the old man and called him, the blunt-looking woman next to her looked at Seo-jun and frowned at her.
“Call me Bishop. You foolish believer.”
Seo-jun smiled round and round and looked at the woman.
The woman was wearing a dark blue nun’s cap and a baggy habit underneath her. Despite her 40 years of age, her large breasts, like a character in a story, did not sag at all. No, if you look closely, it’s a little sagged.
“Inspiration. Me. Troublesome Seo-joon.”
The gray-haired old man looked back at Seo-joon, holding a bowl of noodles.
The old man’s nose was a hooked nose, bent at an angle close to a right angle, and his lips were thin. There were dark spots all over his face, and one of his eyes was white from a cataract. He was indeed a stubborn old man.
“Ugly bastard…”
The identity of the old man who spat abusive language at Seo-jun was the Bishop of Luton of the Holy Church in Herero Village.
Bishop Luton is said to have come to this village after being pushed out during a dispute at the headquarters of the Holy Church during the play, but he himself said in the previous episode that he ran out as if he were running away because he was tired of the headquarters of the Holy Church doing politics.
Since Seo-joon knew the inside story, he couldn’t treat him like he would treat a local priest. It was because the Holy Church headquarters boasted considerable authority and power on the continent.
Now he looks like an old man with a bent back and no special needs, but at one time he was in a position where even nobles could not treat him carelessly. It was evident from the fact that even in this village he wore the title of bishop.
Anyway, although the Feast of Pentecost was not related to the Holy Church, it was such a large-scale holiday that even this old man, the bishop, attended with his clothes on.
“Nice to meet you. Inspiration. Come on, shake my hand.”
When Seo-joon offered a handshake, the old man looked up at Seo-joon’s face and held out a bowl of broth.
When Seo-Jun tries to receive it, the old man pours broth on the back of Seo-Jun’s hand.
“Ah…! Is this old man…?”
He was still an old man with a bad temper. When Seo-jun quickly poured cold water on the back of his hot hand, the old man giggled and his white beard trembled.
“What is this? Damn inspiration.”
“Should you pay for pulling out my beard 10 years ago…?”
The old man calmly put the noodles back into the bowl and sucked it up. Even this poor inspiration chews through it well.
Sister Mary, standing next to the old man, also looked at the two of them alternately and clicked her tongue.
“Therefore? What business does this old fellow have?”
As the old man looked at Seo-jun, Seo-jun shrugged his shoulders. He had business, but for now he just came to say hello. He was putting a stamp on his eyes before he did anything.
“I just came here because it was amazing that I was still alive. It seems that this is also healthy, so I’m going to leave. Pair up with Sister Mary- Please watch your back when you do. Older women have terrible libidos.”
“What, what, what, what…! I, that shameless…! Be cursed…! Pup···!”
Seo-jun walked through the middle of the village where the party was taking place, ignoring the old virgin nun with big breasts who poured out a gourd of swearing at his back.
Bishop Luton looked at Seo-jun’s back and muttered.
“How can a person change like that… I heard that he became a different person after suffering from a severe fever. Clutter…”
Bishop Luton laughed softly and wrung out his noodles again.
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[Sacred Power Pocket: Ahhh Seojun, Sister Mary, let’s go to stay overnight! Haha]
[Tteokchimyeon 1 nose: Bare mouth? LOL]
[Irresponsible insincerity, arrogant and intrusive: ㅋㅋㅋ No, this type is trying to eat it raw ㅋㅋㅋ]
[Sacred Power Pocket: Ahhh honestly, how many coins have I poured into Sister Mary?
[Kuu…Kill it: After-sales service ㅇㅋㅋㅋ]
[Confessor: Ah haha I’m sorry, but all the coins my hyung gave me are gone haha Sister Mary’s new pussy is on sale haha]
[I love you mom: Ahhhhh I like this kid because he’s really consistent haha]
[Sacred Power Pouch: Ahhhhh]
[Dildo machine for Zumma: haha]
Seojun, who glanced at the chat window, looked at the roaring flames and quietly hit the fire.
The Feast of Pentecost is almost at an end.
To prevent the fire from spreading, the people of Herero, who had built a large bonfire in a clearing where the soil was exposed, sniffled and drank alcohol, soaked in their own emotions.
The sky also turned red.
Seo-jun threw the firewood he was holding in his hand toward the campfire. He splattered in all directions and the flames died down for a moment, then he swelled up his body again.
Seo-joon stood up from the floor. Rubbing his dry eyes, he nodded once to the three men who were watching Seo-jun, Jonathan, Thompson, and Stern.
Lily could be seen from afar. She was very neat in her appearance in her white clothes. Next to her was Ian. She must have had a few drinks, her face reddened and her curious eyes scanning Lily’s chest.
She didn’t hate the gaze of the man I loved, so she was talking about it while subtly appealing her big breasts.
Ahhh, it’s almost like netorare…?
“Now, shall we go wash our bodies…?”
Just then, the village chief patted his back and stood up.
The Day of Pentecost ended with everyone washing their clothes before the sun went down.
Afterwards, the man and the girl who were blinded will each go to the places they have been looking at, kiss each other and kiss their navels.
The men, as men, and the women as women, packed clothes to change into and dry cloths to wipe their bodies with, and headed to the stream.
Perhaps around this time, people from the neighboring village of Dejero are also heading to the stream to resume bathing.
Men will wash their bodies further upstream, while women will wash their bodies downstream against the rocks – to wash away bad luck and female sins from the previous day and to receive the five blessings.
Seo-joon looked at Lily and Monica who came out with her clothes in turn. Both of them seemed very nervous.
Each had his own work to do.
The work of the two was very different, but they had one thing in common: they were both planned by Seo-joon.
A change of clothes was also hanging from Seo-jun’s arm. Together with his male friends, he walked along the path that was starting to get dark toward the stream.
