Second Target: S-Rank Exorcist Yoo Ari
After another fierce round of sex, Tae-jun rises, leaving Han Yu-jin behind—drenched in sweat and semen. She's utterly spent now, slumped over the desk without so much as a twitch, her faintly trembling shoulders and the soft whimpers leaking out the only signs that she's still conscious.
"Aheee... hnggg..."
Tae-jun zips up his pants and buckles his belt, straightening his disheveled clothes.
"How long you gonna lie there like that? Get up."
At his curt command, Han Yu-jin flinches and struggles to her feet on shaking arms and legs, leaning against the wall for support. Her skirt and shirt are a wrinkled mess, her stockings torn to shreds. Her legs quiver. Her face, smeared with sticky sweat and tears, screams I just got fucked so hard.
"Now, down to business. That glasses bitch. Yoo Ari."
Tae-jun crosses his arms and settles into the team leader's chair, legs crossed.
Ah... Master's on my chair♡
"Tell me everything you know. You said you stalked her out of fandom, right? Her patterns at work, as you've seen them. What time she goes where, who she meets, what she does. Even the tiniest details—spill it all."
"Yes, Master...♡ I'll offer up everything I know for you."
"First off... Team Leader Yoo Ari... no, that bitch in heat always follows the exact same routine, like clockwork."
"Precisely at 8:55 a.m., five minutes before work starts, she heads to the first-floor emergency stairs that lead to the basement."
"Which emergency stairs? There are a bunch in the building."
"We have plenty, but only one goes to the basement♡."
"Anyway, I've seen her go in there, so she's probably heading to the data storage room in the basement. Checking the overnight tallies on dimensional rift frequencies, demon appearance rates... exorcist mission success ratios, that sort of thing. All while that tight ass of hers twitches♡."
"First-floor emergency stairs entrance..."
Tae-jun nods in satisfaction, murmuring to himself, and Han Yu-jin presses on eagerly.
"Lunchtime. She hates mingling, so she always eats alone."
"At 12:30 sharp, she goes up to the little rooftop garden. I couldn't see exactly what she eats, but it's something simple like a nutrition bar. She scarfs it down quick while staring at her work pad like it's the only thing in the world. Probably plotting schedules and reviewing reports even while chewing."
"You know way too much detail."
"Just pure fandom...♡"
Tae-jun is shocked to learn his childhood friend has this stalker side.
Always acting so carefree, but she's got a cute streak.
That's one thing; he tells her to keep reporting.
"Dinner—or does she clock out right away?"
"Yes, Master... Evenings... Most employees leave around 7 after official hours, and that's when she heads to the company library in the second-floor break room. She spends about an hour there, reading old demon extermination logs or history tomes on exorcists and demons...♡"
Morning, lunch, evening—Yoo Ari isolates herself perfectly each time. Her pristine, no-drama personality makes her the perfect prey for Kang Tae-jun.
He grins lewdly, picturing how he'll cook her up.
Then he stands, grabs the still-panting Han Yu-jin's chin, and locks eyes with her.
"Good girl. Such a good girl, Han Yu-jin."
"Ah... aaah... Master...♡"
"Didn't expect you to be this useful."
With praise, he shoves her against the wall again. His massive cock plunges mercilessly into the slick mess between her legs from their last round.
Well, merciless except for the cum.
"Eek! Master! My legs are still sha—aaaahhh!!"
Thankfully, Han Yu-jin's wails don't reach the employees outside, muffled by the Exorcist Association HQ's top-tier soundproofing.
The next morning, Tae-jun heads to headquarters in the sharp suit Han Yu-jin bought him on the way home yesterday. Day two as a newbie HR employee.
Female staff in the halls steal glances at his handsome face, but they're small fry—even without incubus powers, he'd toy with them anytime. His mind is fixed solely on his next hunt.
Yoo Ari... S-rank exorcist. On a whole other level from a B-rank like Han Yu-jin. And that prickly, nitpicky personality...
He'd crammed every scrap of public info and rumors on S-rank exorcists last night at home. Caution was key.
Her moniker Impeccable isn't for show. She's an iron wall, sure... but once you breach it—just once—bitches like her crumble like sandcastles.
No frontal assault. Slip the incubus power in slow, subtle, infiltrating her walls until she tears them down herself.
Plan set.
Like feeding tiny doses of poison daily until addiction sets in, he'd seed her routine with incubus energy.
At 8:50 a.m., Tae-jun waits at the first-floor emergency stairs to the basement, as tipped by Han Yu-jin. He buys a canned coffee from the beat-up vending machine and sips it leisurely, watching for her.
Exactly five minutes later. The click of heels echoes down the hall, and her familiar silhouette appears.
White shirt hugging her hips and thighs in an H-line skirt, mechanical red eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses. Yoo Ari.
She spots the stranger at the vending machine, hesitates... then ignores him and heads for the basement door.
That's when Tae-jun strikes.
"Hey, excuse me!"
He grabs her wrist without hesitation. Her body jolts at the firm grip.
Then she glares at him, naked displeasure in her eyes. Touching someone without permission—illogical, rude.
But as an S-rank exorcist, she composes herself and asks coldly.
"...What do you want?"
"Oh, sorry about that!"
?! Even the apology reeks of crassness and rudeness.
He wipes his hand—the one that touched her—on his pants, demonstratively. Like brushing off filth.
?! Yoo Ari freezes in shock.
"I'm Kang Tae-jun, new in HR! Big fan of Exorcist Yoo Ari, so seeing you in person got me all excited and I just—"
Tae-jun plays the innocent newbie, chattering away. Her guard drops a fraction; he pounces with pointless small talk. Her feats on last week's news were cool, wanna watch you train sometime—empty fluff.
Yoo Ari feels her routine invaded and responds curtly, mechanically, showing her annoyance.
"Whoa, I've taken enough of your time! Really sorry! See ya!"
Tae-jun retreats at the perfect moment. Right to the end, he's casual, playful, irreverent.
HR hires trash like that...? Yoo Ari watches his back with that exact look, then descends to the basement for work.
Success.
Tae-jun thinks as he leaves. In that brief window—grabbing her wrist, talking— he'd leaked the faintest trace of aphrodisiac effect from his body into the air. So subtle even her sharp senses wouldn't catch it. But absorbed through her skin and lungs, for sure.
Lunchtime. 12:20 p.m. Exorcist Association HQ rooftop garden.
Tae-jun sits on a quiet bench in the small garden atop the main building. In his hand, a decent-looking bento Han Yu-jin packed that morning.
She's better at cooking than I thought... fucking delicious.
Good girl, he thinks, digging in.
Ten minutes later, on the dot. The rooftop door opens—Yoo Ari emerges.
She startles again at Tae-jun on the bench.
"Whoa! Exorcist Yoo Ari! Fancy meeting you again!"
Tae-jun beams like a puppy spotting its owner.
"You eat up here too? No friends like me, huh? Puhaha!"
He teases her childishly on purpose. Not strategy—just Tae-jun being Tae-jun. The reason Han Yu-jin once despised him.
Yoo Ari's face twists in clear displeasure.
"Anyway, I'm done eating, so I'll head out! Enjoy your meal!"
Tae-jun stands abruptly, as if yielding the spot, and hurries to the door.
Yoo Ari watches his back, then cautiously sits on the bench he vacated. She pulls a nutrition bar from her shoulder-slung mini-bag.
Success!
Tae-jun glances back before exiting. From 12:20, he'd thickly coated the seat with incubus energy. As long as she sits there, it'll seep through her skirt straight to her most private spot.
Evening. 6:55 p.m. Company library in the HQ break room.
Tae-jun arrives early, yanking every demon extermination log and exorcist/demon history tome she might want and stacking them in front of him. Peak nuisance.
He flips pages with a serious, immersed expression.
Moments later, the door opens—Yoo Ari enters.
Scanning quietly, she spots Tae-jun again. Now it's suspicion, beyond surprise.
"...You..."
"Whoa... this has to be fate, right?"
Tae-jun overacts shock at seeing her. Yoo Ari silently eyes the books.
"Oh, were you after these? Sorry, I pulled 'em all out. Just finishing up and heading home anyway. I'll leave 'em here—take your time!!"
He scatters them even more messily, gives a light nod, and scampers out.
"Wait! You have to clean up..."
Too late—Yoo Ari sighs at his retreating form.
Tae-jun peeks through the glass door after. She hesitates, then sits in his spot, sorting the books one by one before picking one up and opening it.
Success!!
He'd dusted every page with fine aphrodisiac powder. Each flip sends it seeping into her body.
Joy short-lived. Tae-jun sighs deeply.
After a full day of this, Yoo Ari looks unchanged on the surface.
If my math's right... gotta repeat this shit for at least a week for the slightest effect.
Tedious, exhausting.
Fuck it, maybe just go nuts and rush her once?
Then his mind flashes to a week ago—her battle. Demons crushed under her barrier, bodies bursting.
Nope. Patience it is.
Just a few hours earlier, around noon, in the HR team leader's office...
Squelch... squelch...
"Nngh... fuck... haaah... it's all that bitch Yoo Ari's fault...♡"
Han Yu-jin, naked and masturbating furiously.
"Master won't fuck me 'cause he's thinking about that whore...♡"
