Rebirth
Sehwa was trapped in a vicious nightmare. The experiment conducted in an underground facility in Syria. That horrific outcome, a memory she never wanted to recall again, surfaced with painful clarity in her dream.
Ugh… I hate this…
How could they do such things while wearing human skin? Every time she saw the corpses, nausea surged through her and the sorrow threatened to drive her insane. Then she noticed Jihyeok standing beside her.
Those humans you tried to protect did this.
Jihyeok’s face was rigid as he spoke, then he shook his head and turned away. He walked slowly into the distance, as though he intended to leave Sehwa’s side forever.
Ugh… Jihyeok…
She moved her lips, but no sound emerged. Tears spilled from her eyes. She didn’t want him to leave her. Don’t go… Don’t gooo…
Perhaps her desperate wish reached him. Jihyeok turned back. Relief washed over her; she ran to him and threw herself into his arms. As always, he stroked her hair with careful, tender affection. Then his voice dropped low.
Humans are like this by nature. They aren’t worth associating with.
The monsters that act on pure instinct are far better.
His face brimmed with sorrow. Just looking at that expression made her heart feel like it was being torn apart. Hatred toward the humans who had shaped him this way began to take root inside her.
That’s… not true…
He told her how humans had accused her of making secret deals with nations, of deliberately ignoring their pleas, of hiding behind anonymity to criticize and harass her while pretending to be righteous. All while committing these atrocities behind the scenes.
Monsters… beings that had to be destroyed. She still believed that. Yet after hearing Jihyeok’s words, they truly seemed preferable to humans.
Is there any reason to protect them? Wouldn’t the world be more peaceful without them? Everything you’ve done until now has been meaningless.
It hurt. It was unbearably sad. But Jihyeok was right. No matter how hard she ran across the globe eradicating monsters, humans only demanded more.
When he began to speak of the Demon King Tyrat, his expression softened. The moment she heard those four syllables, the rest of his words faded into the background. Her breathing grew rapid. Her heart hammered. This feeling… it was unmistakably ecstasy.
Ha… Haa…
Tyrat was the savior. When her chest ached, she only needed to think of him. Believe only his words. Submit only to him. What Tyrat wanted was what she wanted.
Aah… Haa…
Her chest throbbed; before she knew it her hand had drifted there. When she looked up at Jihyeok, he wore a merciful smile.
The voice that gazed down upon a trivial creature like her from an immeasurably high place. Hearing it finally brought peace to her heart.
But— Huh…?
In an instant Jihyeok’s facial features vanished. Despair flooded her. Panic set in. She stamped her feet, and the features returned. This face was different from Jihyeok’s. The shape was similar, yet the pupils, the bridge of the nose, the lips were all different. Still, it felt familiar. Her heart grew calm the same way it did when she looked at Jihyeok. And she knew this noble being.
“Tai… rat…? Master…?”
At her unconscious murmur, Tyrat gave a single benevolent nod.
Her face grew hazy with bliss as she clung tightly to him. The solid feel of his chest, so much like Jihyeok’s, and the large hand gently stroking her back felt indescribably good.
“Jihyeok… Tyrat… Master… I like it so much…♡”
Hng…♡
She was happy. She felt she could die right now without a single regret. That was how sweet the confession sounded.
“I love you… I love you…”
She didn’t want to. She wanted to remain here with him forever. But his words were absolute. She had to obey.
Ah… How reassuring. She could wake up. Because Master would be waiting in front of her.
“Yes…”
The instant she answered, Jihyeok’s body rapidly receded. The surroundings whipped past like a virtual-reality roller coaster. Her mind fell into chaos; the joyful memories began to fade and grow bittersweet.
No… Don’t… Master… Don’t go… Don’t leave me… No!
She wanted to scream. A powerful cry rose from the depths of her throat, threatening to burst free.
“Aaaah!”
Sehwa shot upright with a scream. Still drenched in cold sweat, she scanned the dark room before tilting her head at me standing before her. I gave her a bright smile.
“Did you sleep well?”
Her face lit up at the sound of my voice. She suddenly threw herself into my arms.
“Jihyeok… I’m scared…”
“Did you have a nightmare?”
“Nightmare…?”
No. It hadn’t been a nightmare. I had told her she would feel refreshed after a good sleep.
“No… It felt good…”
Exactly. A sweet sensation. She must have felt like she was floating among the clouds. And like most dreams, it would slip away the moment she tried to grasp it.
Every word I had spoken was now lodged in her subconscious like scattered puzzle pieces, already transformed into genuine faith. Once I helped her collect every fragment, Sehwa would begin assembling them herself. The moment that picture was completed would mark the true end of her fall.
“Then what frightened you? Why did you scream?”
My face reflected in her lovely eyes.
“It seemed… related to you. What time is it?”
“One in the morning.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“All day.”
“Ah…”
“Drink some water.”
I handed her the lukewarm glass from the table. Sehwa accepted it with careful hands.
“Thank you…”
After thanking me, she took two or three sips and moved to set the cup down.
“Drink all of it.”
“Ah, yes…”
Obediently, Sehwa gulped the rest down. She frowned, clearly not wanting more, yet she followed my order anyway. When she finally emptied the cup, she looked at me. I cupped her chin and gently rubbed her lower lip with my thumb.
“Good girl.”
“Uung…”
Her cheeks flushed at the praise. She shyly lowered her head, clearly delighted.
“Jihyeooook… I need to pee…”
The muffled way she spoke with her lips pressed under my thumb made me smile.
“Go ahead.”
“Uung…”
When I released her, Sehwa—still in nothing but her underwear—walked to the bathroom. She didn’t even close the door. The sound of her peeing echoed clearly. Even while wiping herself clean and walking back, she never took her eyes off me.
She naturally settled beside me where I lay, then pulled my arm under her head to use as a pillow. For a long time she simply stared at me in silence.
About thirty minutes later, she finally spoke.
“Jihyeok.”
“Yeah?”
“Should I… quit being a Beast Slayer? It seems like you hate it…”
In the past she would never have said such a thing. Being a Beast Slayer had been Sehwa’s—no, Leona’s—entire reason for existing. But the current Sehwa cared far more about my feelings than her own sense of justice.
“Why do you think I dislike you working as a Beast Slayer?”
“Well… um…”
It seemed she didn’t clearly remember what I had said to her yesterday in Syria. That was understandable; she still thought it had been a dream.
You can remember. You’re capable of it.
“I don’t know… I can’t remember…”
“The Doctor would object, wouldn’t he? Your Aether is bound to the Device.”
“I don’t care…”
I brushed the hair at her temple behind her ear. She closed her eyes at my touch, looking utterly lovely.
“Keep working. But from now on, when you act as a Beast Slayer, it won’t be to eradicate monsters. You will do it solely for me.”
“For you…?”
“Yes. You will move only for me. Ignore what others say. Obey only my commands.”
All tension drained from Sehwa’s body. Her breathing steadied and a warm smile spread across her face. Thinking of obeying me made her feel good, didn’t it? It put her mind at ease.
“Yes… Only your commands…”
“If it’s for me, you’ll do anything.”
“Yes…”
Sehwa answered without the slightest hesitation or question about what “anything” might entail.
Satisfied, I said, “Say it yourself.”
“I… will do anything if it’s for you.”
“Even if it’s something Lee Sehwa despises?”
“If you want it, then I want it too. There won’t be anything like that…”
“Who am I to you?”
“Huh? Well, Jihyeo—ugh!”
Sehwa covered her face with both hands. I waited. She needed to dig out the memory engraved deep in her soul.
After several long sighs, she lowered her hands.
“Ah…! Aaaah…!”
She gasped as if something had clicked. Her sparkling eyes, brimming with joy, met mine.
“You’re my Master… You’re my Master…♡”
She had remembered. Ecstasy raced through every vein in my body. The puzzle pieces were about to fall into place.
“Swear it again.”
“I, Lee Sehwa, will do anything Master desires.”
When she lifted my left hand and pressed her lips to the back of it, the corner of my mouth curved upward. It looked exactly like a vow of eternal servitude.
“Transform.”
“Yes…”
Sehwa rose silently, knelt beside me on the bed, and—
FLASH!
She transformed. She had removed the halo so I could see her clearly and even switched off the communicator near her head.
This was Leona before her corruption. Yet her elongated nails had torn the fingertips of her gloves. I sat up, stripped the gloves from her hands, and tossed them aside carelessly.
“…..”
Even though they were clearly precious equipment, Leona showed no reaction. She simply watched with flushed cheeks as I ran my fingers along her bare arm.
Energy: 25%
A low figure, but charging it in real time while transformed would be enough. I grasped both of Leona’s hands and pulled her forward. She shifted her knees and settled between my spread legs.
“Do you know what I want right now?”
“Ser… vice… It’s service…”
“And you?”
“I also… want to serve Master…”
“Why?”
“Because Master wants it… so I want it too…”
When I nodded, Leona carefully slid my underwear down with trembling fingers. My swollen cock sprang free before her eyes. She licked her lips and swallowed hard.
She swept her sky-blue hair to one side, leaned down, then glanced up at me.
“You may begin.”
Permission granted, Leona’s face brightened with unmistakable delight. She opened her mouth wide and took me in.
“Hauup…”
Then, as if remembering something she had forgotten, she mumbled around my length.
“Thank… you…♡”