Feeding Astaroth
I spotted a young man huddled in the corner of the room, sobbing quietly. Gaunt and completely naked, he looked every bit the beggar. His name was Astaroth. A rather powerful monster that fed on the lethargy of living beings. Without any power to sustain him, he had withered into this pathetic state, but a little injection of helplessness would let him grow rapidly into something truly formidable.
From the doorway, I watched Astaroth for a moment before calling out to him.
“Astaroth.”
“Yes… Demon King…”
His voice was like nails scraping across a chalkboard—utterly repulsive. It felt like he was deliberately trying to provoke me into giving him power. I frowned and glanced at Marcela. She immediately closed the door behind us.
“That voice is disgusting. If we sent him out like this, even a child could finish him off.”
“Yes…”
“How much does he need to reach A-class?”
“Just one person’s worth… If we drop him somewhere crowded, he’ll… mmm♡ …grow his own strength from there.”
I nodded and led Marcela toward the center of the lab. Ever since that incident, she had avoided meeting my eyes whenever we were alone. She was embarrassed. Even the slightest glance from me was enough to make her body react.
“Focus.”
“Y-yes… Shall I gather the power for Astaroth…?”
“I’ll do it myself. You said one person’s worth would be enough, didn’t you?”
“Yes…”
“I’ve thought of an amusing way to do it.”
“An… amusing way…? We could just grab any human and…”
That would be boring. One should enjoy an appetizer before the main course. I stroked Marcela’s cheek, then left her collapsed weakly on the floor and returned home.
When I opened the front door, Sehwa—who had been lounging on the sofa eating snacks—sprang up and rushed over.
“Did everything go well?”
“It did. But I have to head out again. Moving funds to the lab isn’t easy. I might not be back until dawn.”
“Ah… I guess it can’t be helped…”
Her shoulders drooped, her expression turning glum in an instant. I tapped her forehead affectionately and chuckled.
“Contact Yuria. Tell her you want to have a drink. If she agrees, just stay at the hotel.”
Sehwa’s eyes sparkled.
“Is that okay?”
“Better than you waiting here alone and feeling lonely. Or would you rather meet Yu Seunghyeon?”
“Mm… If Yuria unni says she’s busy, then I’ll meet him.”
Poor Seunghyeon. He had been completely pushed to the bottom of the list. Sehwa excitedly grabbed her phone and called Yuria. Of course Yuria agreed—she adored Sehwa—and Sehwa leapt into my arms, giving me a kiss filled with love. Then she suddenly flinched and apologized.
“Sorry… You’re working, and I’m just going out to have fun…”
“I told you not to say things like that.”
“Okay… I’ll be back?”
“Enjoy yourself.”
After sending Sehwa off, I immediately opened my laptop and launched Twinkle. I had carefully selected a hundred mutual followers, all of them active users with twisted fetishes. No messages had arrived—because I had closed DMs after reaching one hundred followers. I temporarily disguised the Twinkle account linked to Sehwa’s phone so she wouldn’t see what I was doing.
I opened DMs and messaged the first mutual follower, the couple who enjoyed meeting other couples—JuJuCouple.
The photo of Sehwa in a maid outfit? Of course they liked it.
They used to be a massive account with seven hundred thousand followers. Both Sehwa and I had perfect bodies, and we barely posted anything. The potential was limitless—if we became friends, it would be beneficial, so they wouldn’t refuse.
I took a photo with the laptop camera. If I sent my real face, the guy would feel intimidated, so I made myself look slightly less attractive before sending it. They would disappear after today anyway, so this much effort was acceptable.
Paid content sites were their main source of income. They used Twinkle only for simple promotion, then sold the actual videos. Popular accounts with good promotion could make enormous money, but that didn’t apply to Sehwa and me. We already had more money than we knew what to do with.
Preparations meaning STD test results, condoms, and the like.
After sharing my number, I deleted the DMs and lay down on the bed, whistling. Astaroth, I’ll obtain the lethargy you love from that man.
**
Right on time, I arrived at the motel JuJuCouple had specified and texted the man that I had arrived. A seventh-floor window slid open, and someone peeked out. They looked at me, confirming I was performing the prearranged action. It was the man I had been DMing. The window closed again, and my phone received a reply.
Meetings like this on deviant accounts always carried risks. Today, they had simply run into the wrong kind of danger.
I went up to the seventh floor, found room 701, and knocked four times.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
A moment later, the door opened, revealing a rather pretty woman. She wore a bathrobe and had a somewhat haughty air about her. When she saw my face—dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt—she looked genuinely surprised. Seeing me in person is even better, isn’t it? Of course it was. I had chosen this face carefully.
“Ah, hello?”
She bowed her head slightly, looking shy. I smiled and asked,
“Hello. May I come in?”
“Ah, yes…”
She released the doorknob. The moment I stepped inside, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the preparations—STD test results and condoms. She glanced over them and gave a faint smile.
“Once you finish showering… you can… come out completely undressed.”
“Not much experience with invitations, I take it? You seem nervous… I’ll be gentle.”
“Ah… Actually, I’ve done this quite a bit, but someone like you, Evening-nim…”
“Call me Song Jihyeok.”
“Oh, yes. Someone like you, Jihyeok-nim, is a first for me… My name is Minjeong. Kim Minjeong.”
“I know. You showed us your ID in DMs when you requested to follow.”
“Right… I did.”
I gave her a relaxed grin, stripped off my clothes, and entered the bathroom. After a quick shower, I came out to find Minjeong fiddling with her phone, the blanket pulled up to her chest. Her robe was neatly folded beside the bed. My clothes had been hung on the robe hook. Seeing that, I realized the power dynamic had already shifted completely.
Minjeong let out an involuntary gasp when she saw my naked body—not because of my physique, but because she was staring at my still-flaccid member. I’ll satisfy you. Don’t worry.
I raised an eyebrow and asked,
“Shall we start right away?”
“Ah… I… brought massage oil…”
She wanted to warm me up with a massage? I had no intention of that.
“I don’t do massages… Since your boyfriend didn’t ask, I assumed it wasn’t necessary.”
“I… see?”
“Shall we just call it off?”
Minjeong’s eyes widened in panic.
“No…! Then… shall I do it for you…?”
“To film it?”
“No, not that… Just think of it as… a service?”
That worked. I nodded and lay face-down on the bed without another word. Minjeong picked up the massage oil from the coffee table and drizzled some onto my back. The lukewarm liquid and her slender hands began to stroke my skin.
“Don’t you need to film a video too, Jihyeok-nim? I heard it was for an ad…”
“The ad part is real, but I’m just planning to use part of the video your boyfriend films.”
“Ah, I see…”
I turned my head and admired Minjeong as the blanket slipped, revealing her figure. She wasn’t toned from exercise—just slim. She reminded me a little of Aram. But the laurel wreath tattoo on her left thigh and the piercing in her navel gave her a different kind of sensuality.
“Mmm…”
When I let out a soft moan at her touch, a smile appeared on her face, and she began lightly scratching my entire back with her nails. It was ticklish and arousing. When her nails reached my buttocks, I felt genuinely excited. I shifted slightly, and Minjeong climbed fully onto my hips, beginning a more deliberate caress. She pressed her chest against my back, slipped her hand between my body and the bed to tease my nipples, pressed firmly between my ribs, and even licked my earlobe while blowing warm air into my ear.
It felt good. But it was too vulgar. She felt like a promiscuous whore with no sense of chastity whatsoever. If it had been Sehwa, it would have been different.
No longer finding value in the massage-disguised foreplay, I switched positions with Minjeong. She was now beneath me. When she saw my fully erect member, she swallowed unconsciously. Much thicker than your boyfriend, isn’t it?
I gathered her legs together and hooked one over my shoulder, lowering my upper body to press down firmly. I hadn’t put on a condom, and Minjeong showed no sign of wanting one. Before she could say anything, I thrust into her.
“Haaang…!”
Her insides were quite loose—probably from taking multiple men. As I began thrusting in earnest, her moans—half genuine, half feigned—became coated with pleasure. A short while later, her boyfriend quietly opened the door and entered.
“Haaang…! It’s too big…! It’s too big…! I love it… hyaang…♡ It feels so good…!”
He seemed slightly startled by his girlfriend’s seductive moans. It appeared to be the first time Minjeong had made sounds like that. Because the lighting was dim, he probably didn’t notice I wasn’t wearing a condom. But it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway.
He forgot he was supposed to be filming and simply stared blankly at us having sex. Lethargy could come from anywhere—from being scolded by a boss and losing the will to work, from feeling extreme fear and sensing a threat to survival, or from situations like this… where an overwhelmingly superior male appeared and took the female almost by force.
Minjeong’s boyfriend compared himself to me in every way and grew increasingly small. Normally he should have been furious and pulled me off her immediately, but he couldn’t. Setting aside the fact that they had agreed to this kind of play beforehand, he was simply overwhelmed by the sight of me devouring his lover like a beast. My unconsciously emitted pressure was also highly effective.
I flashed him a mocking smile and, without stopping my thrusts, asked Minjeong,
“Do you like it?”
“I like it… I like it… I like it so much…♡”
She was already on the verge of climax from this position alone, her eyes rolling back as her body twisted. Her boyfriend looked as though he had completely lost the will to do anything. He was still holding the camera, but it wasn’t recording. He simply sat there with his hand on his limp, pathetic member.
He had lost all motivation and become lethargic. That was the mental strength of ordinary people. He would make excellent nourishment for Astaroth.
After thoroughly exploring Minjeong’s depths for a while, I inhaled all the gray energy rising from the man’s body through my nose. I had gathered the lethargy to give to Astaroth.
“Where… where should I finish?”
“Inside… finish inside me…! Inside…!”
“Your boyfriend is watching.”
“It doesn’t matter… It doesn’t matter…! Euheung…! Just finish…♡”
“I’m coming now.”
“Yes… yes…!”
Power surged into my thighs, and at the same time Minjeong let out a scream.
“Haaaaah!!”
She arched her back, receiving my seed. As I pressed down on her trembling body, I thought, What a waste of talent.
Farewell, you deviant-account sluts. Thanks to you, Astaroth will gain power. I’ll be sure to tell him.