Chapter 253
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 253
Chapter Title: My Cross is My Cock
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Sleeping in this room gives you nightmares, they say, with evil spirits showing up in your dreams... If I want even a chance to meet one, I guess I'll have to catch some Z's.
I told the lady I'd take a quick nap to spot the evil spirit, then lay down on the bed and drifted off.
I opened my eyes and realized I was in a dream.
The sensations I felt were unreal.
It felt like I'd entered a dream world artificially crafted by someone.
In the dream, I was an ordinary son living in an ordinary apartment building with ordinary parents.
But our real house was a ridiculously huge mansion, my mom was anything but ordinary—she was drop-dead gorgeous—and I didn't even have a dad. So yeah, this was definitely a bullshit dream.
Still, since it was a dream, I played the part of the son for those fake ordinary parents and lived in the apartment.
Then, at some point, a pitch-black, creepy presence started lurking around our house.
"Hey, don't look at that black thing, okay? You'll get caught."
"Yes, Mom."
"That's right, listen to Mom."
"Yes, Dad."
I obeyed my fake parents and tried not to look at the black thing.
But it kept growing bigger with each passing day until it eventually swallowed the whole house.
My parents were suddenly seized by the blackness, wailing and begging to be saved.
If I were just some ordinary human without my powers, I might've gotten sucked in and started bawling too.
"Our Father in heaven..., this and that..."
"Amen..., Amen..., Amen..."
It just hit me—my fake parents must've been devout Christians.
They called out to the Father in heaven, clutching a cross and praying for salvation.
And just like that, they escaped.
As they did, they shouted, "Son! Grab a cross and pray so you can escape too!"
But I didn't have a cross.
'Hmm...'
The black demon—no, evil spirit—finally turned its gaze on me, making me its target.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that this whole pathetic play was the evil spirit's doing.
Why crosses? It wasn't because the spirit believed in Christianity. It just picked something that generally works well as a nightmare theme.
Thanks to media and cultural tropes, the idea that demons and evil spirits fear crosses is widespread, so it was exploiting that.
'No way someone in a dream would carry a cross. Clever bastard. If you're a Christian with one usually, you'd freak out that it's gone. If you're not and don't have one, you'd get anxious because you never did. Either way, trapped.'
This was the type of nightmare designed to strip away any will to directly resist or fight the evil spirit.
That's the strong vibe I got.
And along with that, I realized this evil spirit wasn't all that powerful.
Weaklings resort to tricks like this.
Like cornering a rat but leaving an "escape" route on purpose so it clings to that—except it's the real trap.
'Whether you carry a cross or not, it's all a trap. It's blinding you. Instead of confronting the demon or spirit head-on, it makes you hunt for a cross and obsess over it.'
"Do you have a cross? If not, you can't escape. Kehihihit."
I didn't have a cross.
But suddenly, a scene from an old internet creepypasta popped into my head.
I recalled that in cases like this, you say, "My cross is the faith and belief in my heart," and repel the spirit with unwavering conviction...
But there was a sequel where if you did it without real belief, the demon saw through it and wrecked you.
'What I truly believe in... The spirit will know if I'm faking it. I feel it. Gotta be honest. What I really believe...'
I pondered deeply and realized what I truly believed in.
"My cross is..."
"Yes, what is your cross? What is it made of? Iron? Silver? Gold?"
"My cross is my cock and my cum...!"
"...?"
"My faith is stormy sex with pretty girls...! Turning them into Pussy Slaves and creampie impregnating them! If you were pretty, evil spirit, you'd be getting knocked up right now!"
A sincere confession of my one true faith, without a shred of bullshit!
And sure enough, my dick started to glow.
Holy light.
Probably only possible because it was a dream.
My belief and faith materialized, holy light pouring from my cock.
"......"
The evil spirit's face twisted grotesquely.
So even this black evil spirit had facial expressions...
News to me.
"You fucker... crazy bastard..."
I could see it staring at me with a mix of disgust and contempt.
"I've been an evil spirit for ages, but this is a first..."
It looked at me like I was filthy, then shook itself off and strolled right out of the house—like it was avoiding shit not because it was scary, but because it was gross.
"Sigh, can't even stay here anymore. This nutjob's totally lost it. Fuckin' madman showed up."
The spirit treated me like a retard, spat "Ptooey," and left.
Almost like it pitied me as some poor disabled guy.
I realized the evil spirit had fled from me.
From now on, even if the client—my mom's friend's kid—slept in that room, no more nightmares from the spirit.
'What the fuck? I definitely exorcised it. So why do I feel so filthy and gross?'
I'd completed the request and banished the spirit, but I didn't feel good at all.
Probably because it treated me like a worthless lunatic.
As the evil spirit vanished, the dream world brightened around me, and I felt myself waking up.
"Mm..."
I woke up and opened my eyes to find myself on the bed in that same room.
The lady, who'd apparently been sitting nearby waiting for me to wake, asked how I was.
"Oh my, how'd it go? You okay? Did you see the evil spirit?"
"Yes... I saw it. And... I think I drove it off. Here, check the evil spirit detector."
"Oh my goodness, really? The light's off on the detector. Oh wow, unbelievable. Thank you so much. Whew, no need to worry about the house value dropping. You're both such reliable, trustworthy boys—mom and son alike. I'm so glad I called your mom. Truly grateful. Hohoho."
The detector light that had been on was now off, confirming I'd exorcised the spirit from this room.
Not sure if I destroyed it completely..., but hey, I did what was asked and cleared it from my mom's friend's house. Good enough.
After wrapping up the job successfully, I endured another 30 minutes of the lady's chatter, scored her pretty niece's phone number, got a fancy snack set to give Mom as a gift, and headed home.
By the time I took a taxi back, Mom had already heard everything over the phone and showered our handsome son with endless kisses, praising me.
Our eyes met..., we shared a deep kiss, and ended up having another round of hot, intense sex in Mom's bedroom.
After another fuck session with Mom, it was dinnertime.
My youngest sister was still eating like a dog from a bowl, then got dragged off to the basement by the fourth sister.
If it were permanent, I wouldn't stand for it, but since it's just a week or ten days...
After dinner, I followed the horny Mom who beckoned me with a finger into her bedroom.
I was about to spend another steamy session with her when Big Sis flung open the door and barged in.
"I'm not like Second or Fourth Sis. I won't wait around just because I'm a girl for you—the guy—to come to me. Hey, let's fuck. Shit, I've always wanted to be the first to pop your cherry, but the little bitch stole it, then Mom next. This pisses me off so much."
"...B-Big Sis?"
"Our little Third... Let's see how much you've grown. Time for some long-overdue wrestling with Big Sis."
"...N-No! ...I don't wanna! You never go easy and always hit me with those painful joint locks...!"
"What, still scared shitless of me? Hey, you're a Tower returnee survivor, right? No confidence you can take me now?"
Getting beaten senseless by Big Sis since we were kids left a deep trauma etched in my brain.
Maybe that's why I got so pissed when Kim Seo-hyun beat me on Tower floor 4 back then.
'Yeah. I could wreck Big Sis now if we fought. Why am I scared? I'm way stronger. Is this PTSD?'
First Sis smirked as she saw my inner turmoil and conflict.
Seeing that look ignited my pride deep inside.
Her treating me like that... Yeah, it's always gotten under my skin.