Yuria Conquest Preparations
Yuria Conquest Preparations @@ Everywhere she looked, nothing but trash. The whole world around her was crawling with garbage. Why had she ever decided to protect these people? Sehwa couldn't understand it at all. At the same time, she felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude toward her Master—the one who had awakened her from the cursed fate of being a hero of justice. There was no greater joy than serving him. With him, only the highest form of happiness awaited her.
Sehwa recalled the moment right before her rebirth. The instant she had straddled her Master and rocked her hips. With every thrust, her mind had gone blank, flooded with loyalty and pleasure. The cry of her soul, begging to offer everything and fall into corruption. The sensation of her very existence melting and being remade in resonance with her Master's magic. It had been the ultimate ecstasy.
Master... I offer you my eternal loyalty.
As his most trusted subordinate, she would devote all her strength to the world he ruled—nay, to the entire universe—and to his grand ambition. The moment she reaffirmed her oath of submission, a soft throb pulsed through her.
Aah...!
A pleasant ache spread through her lower belly, followed by a convulsion of pure bliss. On her way to meet Seunghyeon, Sehwa had to brace herself against a wall, panting. The sensation alone threatened to push her over the edge. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, and a lewd smile crept across her lips.
“Sehwa!”
That grating voice reached her ears from afar. Seunghyeon. She pushed off the wall and greeted the man running toward her with a bright smile—an artificial one. He didn't notice.
“You came?”
“Yeah. But Sehwa... you... your face looks really different.”
He must have sensed something strange in her changed eyes. Sehwa offered an excuse. “Maybe it's the new makeup.”
Seunghyeon tilted his head. Her makeup today was indeed different—smoky rather than soft, accentuating her eyes. But that wasn't what stood out. Her outfit was far too bold. A sleeveless top paired with a short skirt and high heels, creating a distinctly sexy look. While her style had been growing bolder lately, this was a drastic shift. Seunghyeon thought it didn't suit her at all.
Swallowing hard as he stared at her long legs, he asked, “Isn't that outfit a little too revealing?”
“I wore it for you. Don't you like it?”
“It's not that I don't like it, but... I prefer it when you cover up a bit more...”
How irritatingly conservative. She wanted to slit his throat right then and there. Any love she once felt for Seunghyeon had vanished long ago. There had been affection once, but after her rebirth, it was completely gone. Not a shred of loyalty remained. To think she had once lived loving this man... it was horrifying. Sehwa felt another wave of gratitude toward her Master for saving her.
When she had learned that her Master had planned everything and stolen her away, she had been so overjoyed that goosebumps rose on her skin. He had wanted her so badly that he went to such lengths.
I just have to endure until I hand him over to Yuria.
Her beloved Master had said he would turn Yuria into an Evil Valkyrie and take her as a concubine. The distinction between a legal wife and a concubine was clear, and she had been assured that she would hold the higher rank. He had even promised that once Seunghyeon was trained enough to accommodate Yuria's preferences, she could leave him. She only needed to hold out until then.
This was all groundwork to let Yuria—whose sexual tastes were rather depraved—unleash those desires on Seunghyeon, while she herself offered both body and soul to her Master in complete submission. She had to take this seriously. She resolved to find enjoyment in training Yu Seunghyeon. Why? Because it was what her Master wanted. She was an existence that moved according to her precious Master's will. If he commanded it, she would gladly do anything with a joyful heart.
Anyway, her Master wanted to train Seunghyeon into a masochist. So she had to act accordingly. Having finished her thoughts, Sehwa spoke in a cold tone.
“Even if you hate it, adapt.”
“Sehwa.”
His voice suddenly turned serious. Sehwa looked up at him.
“What?”
“I'm always on your side.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I just wanted to say that.”
Seunghyeon seemed to think that the reason she had abruptly left the amusement park and changed her fashion was because things hadn't gone well, and she was stressed. He was phrasing it indirectly because he knew she wouldn't like hearing about Beast Slayer business directly. Sehwa regarded him with mild surprise.
“You've grown up.”
Seunghyeon, making such a sincere confession, really had matured—both in speech and expression. He had grown through countless mistakes and failures. If he had been like this in the past, she might still have been the holy guardian of humanity. Even so, she would have offered everything to her Master, who had taken the form of Song Jihyeok.
Sehwa smiled brightly. Not because she was proud of Seunghyeon, nor because his encouragement made her happy. It was because if he had become this mature, he would be able to properly accept Yuria's preferences.
“Thank you.”
Seunghyeon scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed, and gave her a goofy smile. She hoped he and Yuria would have a beautiful love. With that thought, Sehwa held out her left hand.
“Want to hold it?”
Seunghyeon silently took her hand and interlaced their fingers. Then he flinched.
“Why are your hands so cold? They used to be warm... Do you have poor circulation now?”
She responded to his unfunny, outdated joke with a bright laugh. “Who knows? Why do you think?”
“You're acting strange today. Is it because of the outfit? Even the way you talk...”
“Whatever. Today...”
Sehwa leaned in and whispered into Seunghyeon's ear. “I'll take care of you with my hands.”
Seunghyeon whipped his head around, his face filled with shock.
“R-Really? That...”
He glanced around nervously before lowering his voice. “Is your Device energy low?”
“It's not that. I just don't want to see your calculating side... I want you to enjoy it. That's the condition.”
Sehwa exuded an especially decadent aura today. Seunghyeon swallowed hard as he looked at her, then nodded.
“Alright. Let's just enjoy it.”
Afterward, he glanced at the slave ring on her ring finger and asked, “It still suits you. Do you take it off when you shower? The gold seems a little worn... I think I see white underneath.”
This wasn't the plated ring Seunghyeon had bought her—it was the pure gold ring her Master had given her. White underneath? Sehwa inwardly mocked him and changed the subject while touching his arm.
“Have you been working out lately? Your arms feel thicker.”
“It's all fat. I canceled my gym membership...”
“Gym? When did you cancel it?”
“Yesterday.”
“Really? Keep at it.”
“I will. But where should we go?”
“Hmm... Let's stop by the department store first.”
“Why the department store?”
“To buy you some clothes. Let's hurry.”
Sehwa linked arms with Seunghyeon using her other hand. Feeling the bold skinship and the press of her chest today, Seunghyeon's lower body stirred slightly.
“Yeah... Let's go.”
The two walked through the streets like an affectionate couple and entered a large department store nearby. @@
“Haaah...”
I let out a heavy sigh. The Doctor, standing in front of me with a stern expression, frowned.
“Ugh...! What's that alcohol smell?!”
“Why... did you call me?”
When I asked with a flushed, drunken face, the Doctor sighed deeply and countered, “Haa... How much did you drink in the middle of the day?”
“I don't know... Four or five bottles of soju...?”
“That's a lot. How did you even find the lab properly?”
“I just... got out of a taxi nearby and walked... Urgh...!”
When I pretended to gag, the Doctor hurriedly brought a trash can in front of me. After making retching sounds for a while, I pushed the trash can away.
“It's fine now... I think I'm okay...”
“Did you drink yesterday too?”
“Yes... No... Or maybe? I think I did...”
“What do you mean, 'okay'...”
The Doctor pressed a hand to her forehead. The answer was obvious, wasn't it? It wasn't Sehwa who had killed the people in the underground facility—it was me. There's a tracking beast by your side. No matter what you do, I know everything. So stop with the pointless suspicion, be certain that I was forced to lie, and feel sorry for me.
“Jihyeok.”
She called me Jihyeok, not Song. The plan seemed to be working. As I sat in the chair, swaying my upper body with unfocused eyes, the Doctor placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Was it you who burned down the human experimentation facility in Syria?”
“.....”
My face hardened completely. The Doctor tried to change the subject in a hurry. “If you don't want to answer, you don't have to—”
“.... Uwaaah!”
But when I covered my face and burst into tears, she looked flustered and pulled me into a hug to calm me down.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jihyeok.”
“Hic... Uwaaaah!!”
As I let out a wail in her embrace, the Doctor stroked my back. Hmm... As expected, her ample chest made it feel quite nice. I supposed I would have to stay like this for a while. I put on a spectacular performance in the Doctor's arms for a long time. When my crying finally subsided, she helped me stand and offered me her room.
“Get some sleep. We can talk again after you wake up... No, just sleep for now.”
With swollen eyes, I nodded and collapsed onto the bed. Four hours of rest should be enough, right? I lay face down, pretending to sleep soundly. Occasionally, the Doctor would crack the door open to check on me—she was clearly worried I might start crying again.
Four hours and ten minutes. Thinking that was enough, I got up from the bed and opened the door. I didn't forget to act as if my head was throbbing, pressing a hand to my forehead.
“You're up? Sobered up a bit?”
The Doctor, who had been watching the monitor displaying the Evilion gauge, turned to look at me. I hadn't been drunk in the first place.
“Yes... I... um... I'm sorry. For showing you such a mess.”
“It's fine. Want to go wash up?”
“I will.”
After entering the bathroom and washing myself, I came out drying my hair with a towel. The Doctor's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly turned her head away before shouting urgently, “Hey! Put some clothes on!”
It was because my body was completely naked. I had done it on purpose to tease her—and also to show off my impressive member.
“Huh? Ah...”
After letting out a dumb exclamation, I continued, “I'm sorry. I thought I was at home...”
“Never mind that—just put your clothes on! Quickly!”
“Yes.”
I slowly picked up my clothes and put them on, then approached the Doctor. Plopping down in the chair in front of the situation board, I apologized again.
“I'm sorry.”
“No matter how comfortable you are, that's... walking around completely naked like that...”
“That's not what I meant... I was talking about what happened in Syria.”
At those words, the Doctor's expression changed completely. Confirming that I was ready to talk about it, she let out a deep sigh from the bottom of her heart.
“Haa...”
“It would be a lie to say I don't know what I was thinking. I couldn't forgive those bastards who wore human skin and committed such acts.”
“.... Is that why you drowned yourself in alcohol?”
“There were over fifty of them. I can't feel at ease... I'm sorry...”
“Sorry? I have no intention of blaming you. Honestly, the moment you tearfully admitted the truth, I was just relieved that it wasn't Leona who did it.”
“I see...”
“Even if it had been me in that situation, I would have done the same. Just hearing about the experiments made my skin crawl. They weren't human. Breathing the same air as them was enough to make me nauseous. If you think of it as punishing evil rather than humans, maybe it'll be easier.”
“.....”
“The reason I was angry earlier was...”
Seeing my wavering eyes, the Doctor took a sip of water before continuing.
“Because you lied to me. I was angry that you tried to bear that burden alone.”
“.... Yes.”
“From now on, I hope you'll be completely honest.”
No, I would keep lying until I made her fall for me. It wouldn't be fun to just drop her, so I would slowly make her love me. She should be grateful. Grateful for my mercy in trying to keep her as a servant even though she had almost no value left to exploit.
“Yes, Doctor...”
“How's Sehwa?”
“She seems a little better. She's still hurting, but... I think time will heal it. I'd appreciate it if you kept this incident a secret from her. She thinks they were just captured.”
“Got it. How are you feeling now?”
“After receiving your comfort, I feel much better. What you said about punishing evil... that helped a lot.”
“I'm glad.”
Our conversation came to a halt. I stared at the Doctor with an intense gaze. She averted her eyes slightly. This was enough for today. I would take care of a few more things and then focus on Yuria. Honestly, at this point, I could just capture Yuria and train her. Now that Sehwa was fully corrupted, there was no need to worry about prying eyes. To make matters worse, Yuria had no Device energy. She would be helpless against Sehwa, who had transformed into an Evil Valkyrie.
But Yuria's mental fortitude was incredibly strong. Especially since her Aether was already bound to her. Moreover, I was Yuria's enemy. Rather than forcing her to offer both body and mind, it would be faster to tamper with her Device like I did with Sehwa, turn her sense of immorality into pleasure, and let her fall of her own will. Most importantly, if I simply captured and trained her, I wouldn't be able to make a powerful Beast Slayer my subordinate. If Marcela's Aether replication research were advanced enough, it wouldn't matter, but right now it was at a complete standstill...
Even if I trained Yuria in my true form, I would at least need to have modified her Aether first for things to go smoothly. Also, now that Marcela could produce Aether Devices, I needed to gather the rest of them. Caroline and Celine's existences hadn't been revealed yet, but Rose lived on Earth. I would erode Rose's Aether first, complete Yuria's conquest, and then start right away.
The thought of the Evil Valkyries who would stay by my side forever and conquer the entire universe made my heart race. By now, Sehwa was probably changing Seunghyeon's preferences. I should enjoy watching. Hang in there a little longer, Seunghyeon. I had planned to use him to corrupt Rose too, but since Sehwa's fall came earlier than expected, I'll only use him until he accommodates Yuria's tastes a little, then let him go completely. After that, be free. You deserve it.