The Power of the Incubus
In the ruins of the abandoned factory, scarred only by traces of the fierce battle, the four S-rank exorcists gathered once more. It was hard to believe these were the same women who had just torn through demons with murderous ferocity—they looked utterly serene now.
"Eh, what a boring finish. Should've come alone if I knew it'd be this lame. Just stole my prey and didn't even get to show off!"
Kang Yura grumbled as she shook the demon fluids off her fist. Yoo Ari pointed it out in her emotionless voice.
"Regulations prohibit solo action on special missions. A minimum of two S-rank exorcists must accompany each other. Today's was an exceptionally high-risk special case, making a team of four essential. It ended without major incidents, but variables could have arisen at any moment. That said, your contribution rate in this battle was indeed low, so upon immediate return to headquarters, you must submit a—"
"Ahh—shut up with the nagging already! I'm beat, so let's all grab a beer! We earned it after this, right? What do ya say, Serina sis?"
Kang Yura threw her arm around Serina, but Serina brushed it off with an annoyed flick, like swatting a fly.
"I've got a mountain of requests to handle. Not as idle as you."
"Tch, such a buzzkill."
Kang Yura pouted. Then, the quiet Yeon Ji-ah spoke up with a troubled expression.
"Sorry, Yura unnie. I've got homework due tomorrow... I should head back first."
"You too?! An S-rank exorcist skipping drinks for college assignments? Come on!"
"A student's duty must still be upheld."
Yeon Ji-ah smiled softly. She looked like any innocent college girl. Yoo Ari had already pulled out her smart device, checking something with mechanical precision.
"Mission accomplished. I will return to headquarters to review the next schedule."
In the end, Kang Yura's pleas fell on deaf ears.
"Tch... guess I'll hit a club then."
"Good work, everyone. Dismissed."
With Serina's curt words, the mightiest team dispersed as if nothing had happened, each heading their separate ways. Their silhouettes vanishing into the darkness exuded nobility, strength, and an aura of utter unconquerability.
Meanwhile, in stark contrast, a dingy, cluttered studio apartment.
"Ugh... fuckin' kill me."
Kang Tae-jun sprawled crookedly on his bed, eyes glued to his smartphone screen, letting out a crude groan. Breaking news footage of the S-rank exorcists' exploits was streaming live. Against the backdrop of shattered city streets and demon corpses, the four women stood like unreal goddesses, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Whoa... holy shit, every single one—faces, bodies... game over. Wanna fuck 'em all so bad."
He spat out his vulgar lust without a second thought. At 25, unemployed with no goals, he killed days in PC bangs and hookups. To him, S-rank exorcists were untouchable fantasies from another world—prime fap material.
"Sigh... reality check hits hard."
Comparing them to his pathetic hole-in-the-wall existence soured his mood. He closed the news and opened his social media app out of habit, swiping profiles mechanically to hunt for tonight's fuck to fill his void.
{,,,,,,!]
Suddenly, his smartphone screen flashed like lightning and went black.
"Huh? What the—broke?"
As Tae-jun tapped the screen, eerie red text began crawling line by line over the darkness.
"...The fuck? Hacking?"
Hacking? Or some new spam ad? Tae-jun muttered, baffled. As if responding, new text appeared.
His heart seemed to drop with a thud. He froze, breath caught, eyes shaking wildly.
After a beat of silence, he stared blankly, then burst into a scoffing laugh.
"All the world's women... mine? Even those exorcist bitches?"
His lips curled into a grin. Prank or devil's whisper—who cared? Life had nothing left to lose.
"Who'd say no?"
Without hesitation, he slammed the [ACCEPT] button.
In that instant, hellfire-like crimson-black light erupted from his phone, flooding the room. It swallowed his vision, hitting with intense shock that blurred his mind. Tae-jun felt himself sinking endlessly into deep water, powerless.
How much time passed? His eyes snapped open—he was still on his filthy, stinking bed. The phone lay on the floor, showing its normal lock screen. Felt like a dream.
Hallucination? But no. His body, brain, soul knew first.
...This is.
Like recalling a long-forgotten language, or innate senses from birth. The methods, principles, sensations of wielding incubus power crashed into his mind like a tsunami.
Not complex knowledge... but instinctual, like extending an arm, breathing, blinking—engraved deep.
Sitting up, his body felt astonishingly light. Chronic shoulder and back pain gone; every cell brimmed with vitality. Clenching and releasing his fist, incomparable strength surged from hand to forearm to torso. His lower body throbbed with insane, scorching virility—like his whole frame was one massive cock. No, more like a conqueror's lust for dominion and breeding coiled through every fiber.
"Heh... heh heh heh..."
The surreal bizarreness twisted into uncontainable excitement. Suppressed laughter escaped his lips.
"With this power... even those exorcist sluts..."
Flashes of the four goddesses: machine-cold Yoo Ari, fiery-hot Kang Yura, icy queen Serina, saintly Yeon Ji-ah. Imagining them writhing and begging beneath him made his crotch swell painfully.
But the thrill faded quick.
Weeeeng— His phone buzzed on the floor. The screen read:
> You're not there yet. Rush in and you're fucked for real.
> That's all I can tell ya. Good luck.
S-rank exorcists. Humanity's ultimate weapons. Charging them head-on would reduce him to ashes—obvious as day. He recalled Serina's barrage from the news: sunlight erasing everything. He was less than dust before it.
Calm down, Kang Tae-jun. No matter how great the power, a retard user makes it worthless.
He forced down the hype, thinking coldly. Immense power, sure—but S-rank exorcists would have counters for mental assaults or seduction. Direct clash was suicide.
One way then: One by one, real slow, break 'em from the inside.
To crack their holiness, infiltrate first. The Exorcist Association HQ—that flawless fortress. He needed entry.
Luckily, he had the perfect connection.
"Han Yu-jin..."
The name slipped out—high school classmate, drinking buddy, girl-friend. B-rank exorcist, middling but no slouch. HR staff at the Association. Recently promoted to HR team leader, treated him to a big round.
Her griping came back: 'Ugh, driving me nuts. Got the team lead title but no team? Everyone wants field work lately; admin's short-staffed as hell... Can't I just do both like you?'
He'd half-joked: 'Yo, hook me up then. I'm unemployed.'
She'd laughed like a kid: 'What? You? No skills, no specs, only halfway-decent face—what're you gonna do there? Keep whoring around like now~'
That humiliation burned fresh. His eyes gleamed cold.
Fuckin' bitch. Struts her Association gig like big corp, dumps bills on me after calling me out as 'drinking buddy,' never puts out despite my looks...
Pieces clicked. She was his door in—and perfect test subject for the new power.
Perfect. Skill check and I'll wreck you sloppy first.
Grinning wickedly, he called Han Yu-jin right away.
"Congrats drinks—my treat this time."
"Your cash? Hell yeah lol," she replied, cheerfully inviting him to her place.
Oblivious to her fate.
