A/N: This chapter is a continuation of the previous one, but it is really the previous chapter in Rang's POV. The following chapter will cover what happened next.

Tags: fondling, grinding, kissing, Bandit Rang (also, Bandit Ga Eul), references to vaginal sex

A few minutes ago...

Rang was certain he knew the man on TV.

In fact, he was certain that the actor in question was a fox he'd once had a bloody fight with over a human who'd owed them both favors.

Bored enough to investigate, he'd pulled up the actor's bio on his phone and was squinting at it when Ga Eul entered the room, fresh from her shower and dressed in...his shirt...his very unbuttoned shirt...with her hair curled...and her makeup done.

Had he missed something?

Ga Eul snatched up his phone and clicked the TV off. When she settled herself on his lap, he could smell his scent all over her. His cock roused; he swallowed a whine.

On second thought, who cared about the fox actor? Rang certainly didn't.

"I assume this is what we're doing now?" he posited.

His little human smiled at him, the light in her face warming his whole body.

"Yes, this is exactly what we're doing. But first, you owe me an explanation."

"Explanation?"

"Mmhm." She shifted closer, and Rang tugged her even closer by her hips. Her open shirt teased him too much with a partial view of her bare breasts and stomach. Her delicate touches made his skin tingle as her fingers brushed against his collarbone and toyed with his choker.

"I didn't know you were the boss of a bandit gang." The words fell coyly from her wine-tinted lips. "Can I see what you looked like then?"

"Ah." Rang fingered the edge of her shirt but didn't pull it back, teasing her in kind. "I see what this is," he noted. "You've decided to seduce information out of me now."

He wanted to be annoyed, but he'd rather focus on how soft and fleshy her ass felt in his palms, left uncovered by her lacy pink thong.

"That's not it," Ga Eul protested. "I wasn't going to ask questions." She lowered her voice. "I just think you would look sexy as a bandit."

The words shivered over his ear. He was the only fox in the room, damn it, but Ga Eul could sound as silver-tongued as the most persuasive fox in the world if she wanted to, and now that she knew how to push Rang's buttons, she routinely pushed them. Not all of them, but the ones she knew of.

For example, she knew he liked it when she wore his shirts like that—open so that her breasts were accessible but unseen. He wanted to touch them, but he also wanted to not touch them. He wanted to see them, but he also wanted to leave them covered until she decided to reveal them.

More and more, he liked it when she teased him. Confidence looked good on her, and she'd been getting bolder recently. Fuck, if she kept sitting on top of him like that, he might be amenable to a lot of requests. He might let her persuade him. Still, for the moment, he kept his face stern and thoughtful—he wouldn't admit she could seduce him that easily.

"There's nothing sexy about living in a shack with no running water or electricity, wearing the same clothes every day, and always being covered in dust, sweat, and sometimes horse shit."

"I said you would look sexy. I didn't say you would smell like a rose. Can I see? Please."

Rang narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips; Ga Eul had an answer for everything, and the expression on her face was pure enticement.

Yes, she would make a decent fox. He'd taught her well. Perhaps he should reward her.

"Fine. Since you went to"—he touched her hair—"all that trouble just to see, I suppose I can accommodate you."

Ga Eul smiled, and Rang shifted into his bandit attire as he remembered it. Some of the details were fuzzy after so many decades, but apparently Ga Eul liked whatever she saw because she immediately crashed her lips onto his and kissed him like she hadn't seen him in weeks.

Despite his usual resistance to reliving the past, Rang decided he liked reviving this particular version of himself if it provoked such a response. He eagerly reciprocated her advances, and when she began rubbing herself on him like she meant to get herself off on his body, the pressure of her grinding on his swollen cock sent his thoughts into a tailspin. If she'd brought his cock so much pleasure with her mouth, what could she do with her cunt?

What would she do with her cunt if he allowed her to take control?

A multitude of tempting possibilities flashed through Rang's head: Ga Eul touching his cock to her soaked center and soft nether lips. Ga Eul sinking down on it slowly, gripping it with her molten core. Ga Eul sliding up and down his cock at the pace she preferred. Ga Eul's breasts bouncing. Ga Eul eyeing him coyly as she'd done a moment ago. As if she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

And then she stopped.

Imaginary Ga Eul stopped because Real Life Ga Eul stopped. She tore her lips from his, sat upright on his lap, and stilled.

Rang stared at her, panting. Why the fuck had she stopped?

She didn't look like she would continue either. Like she'd only paused for breath. There was something in her face—determination. Maybe she'd meant to ask him something after all.

Seriously, questions? At a time like this? Rang's cock twitched in protest.

"Do you want to join a bandit gang?" Rang asked before she could open her mouth. She wanted Bandit Rang? Well, Bandit Rang would reel her back into whatever they'd just been doing.

"No," Ga Eul answered, laughing, and his face nearly fell. But then she leaned in close to him again, and that was better. "I want to be robbed," she whispered, guiding his hands to her waist. "Don't you need to pat me down to make sure I'm not hiding things? I could have jewelry in unexpected places." She winked.

Rang scoffed in amusement. Tonight, Ga Eul was one surprise after another.

"You do know the boss doesn't do any of that, right? I just wait for people to bring me things."

"Well, pretend you have to!" Ga Eul demanded, pouting.

Rang laughed earnestly.

"All right, all right. Let's see what you're hiding under all those layers," he teased, glad for an excuse to feel up her body.

"Did you carry an axe like you do now?" Ga Eul asked as he patted her down.

"Back then, I carried two axes. And two guns." He met her eyes on the word 'guns,' and Ga Eul predictably blushed, then swallowed. She gripped his coat lapels tighter.

"If I don't do what you say, will you use them?"

"Unless you have something to offer me," Rang coolly replied. "Does this little human have anything of value besides that necklace and that ring there?"

"Why don't you take off this shirt and find out?"

Rang met her provocative gaze; a smirk played at her lips. His little human always thought she could out-sass him. She was wrong.

"If I take off the shirt, I won't return it." He smiled.

"It's okay. You can have me with the shirt."

"I've never stolen a human before."

"Well, I've never been stolen before, but I think I'd like it."

"I don't know," he tried. "Humans are weird."

"Come on, just try it." Ga Eul angled her face seductively. "I'll give you a free trial. One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed." She winked, and though he hated to let the comment linger without reply, he found he had no answer. He had to admit he would be very satisfied with that arrangement.

Ga Eul couldn't out-sass him, but she could leave him speechless sometimes.

Rang ran his fingers through her hair, arranging the soft curls this way and that. Feeling possessive, he put his hand around her neck and palmed her breasts. She was so perfect, his little human, and though he usually didn't picture Ga Eul as part of his past life—she just didn't fit into his lone criminal lifestyle very neatly—he thought about what it would have been like, during his bandit days, to steal her off a train in the middle of the Korean countryside. He would take her away from the human world, with its problems of modernization and colonization, and he would make her fall for him again. They would live together in that rustic shack far from society's troubles, stealing whatever they needed to survive, riding horses together, eating meals around a fire, sneaking around and doing naughty things in the woods…

Ga Eul would be his second-in-command; she would look so beguiling robbing trains and bossing the wolves around. He could see her now in cowboy attire, her hair tied in a braid behind her back; she'd knock off some rich gentleman's hat with her gun and give them her teacher glare.

'If you don't want a bullet through your head, you'll put the money in my hand right now,' she'd say in that voice she used to scold Rang when he misbehaved.

He wondered if she'd make him stop smoking.

He wondered if he'd let her.

"I'll be a very compliant prisoner," Real Life Ga Eul said in his ear. "You can do anything you want with me." She licked and bit his earlobe. "Anything," she whispered.

Meanwhile, Imaginary Ga Eul sat on top of Rang, unlatching the gun belt around her waist. The ceiling above her was the ceiling in that old shack. They were in his former bed.

"Anything?" Rang mumbled, only hearing Ga Eul peripherally as his mind wandered.

"Anything," Ga Eul repeated. He felt her lips on his neck. He closed his eyes, and her imaginary twin was unwinding her braid as she stared down at Rang like she was either awaiting his instruction or taking her sweet time deciding what to do with him. He could imagine Ga Eul being both bashful and teasing, meek and bossy, and the combination of those traits had initially confused him; now they just drove him crazy in the most pleasurable way possible.

Before he got carried away, he opened his eyes and tried to come back to himself. Real Life Ga Eul had stopped kissing him. She'd sat upright again, and he stared at her for what felt like a full minute before he trusted himself to speak.

"Well...if I can do anything with you…" Rang paused, recalling the image he'd conjured of Ga Eul riding a horse next to his, her hair blowing in the wind and her face lit with a smile that he knew was only for him.

"I will have no choice...but to make you...my lady boss." Rang smiled, wholly pleased with his decision. "Of course, you'll have to sleep in my bed," he teased, squeezing her hips. "And you'll have to learn how to ride a horse...Sorry, did I say a horse? I meant me." He grinned. "And look at that. You're already on top. You can undo my pants whenever you like, and we'll get started with your first lesson."

To be continued...