Exorcist Seolwol (14): The Fallen Apostle's Deception
Right after hearing Seolwol's definitive declaration of defeat, my vision went hazy, and before I knew it, I was back in reality. Ding—my phone chimed. Lighting up the screen revealed, as expected, a notification from the Bad Ending Collector app.
Opening the app brought up the familiar succubus.
🎉 Congratulations on collecting your second Bad Ending, Collector!
Despite the considerable high difficulty of this mission, you completed it brilliantly.
Since it was such a tough one, I've prepared a whopping three special perks this time.
Please check the window below! ♡
Succumea spoke proudly before vanishing with a poof.
I headed straight for the epilogue window.
Would you like to view the BAD END epilogue of Exorcist Seolwol 2 ~Targeted Academy~?
I hit the [Yes] button.
My mind hazed over once more.
"...That's everything we've uncovered so far."
Exorcist Headquarters, executive conference room. A black-haired girl reported in a calm voice.
The eight seats were filled by high-ranking officials from the Exorcist Association—once legendary exorcists renowned for their fame, now retired from the front lines and serving as pillars of society. Some were heavyweight politicians, others successful entrepreneurs. Though few in number, the people in this room alone wielded enough power to shake the nation of South Korea to its core.
They were owners of an extraordinary charisma that would make ordinary folk shudder just from eye contact. Yet the black-haired girl pressed on with her mission report, utterly unfazed by their collective gazes fixed upon her.
Seolwol, the exorcist. A jewel personally scouted and raised by the strongest exorcist in history. Many had doubted her at first due to her origins and background, but she proved them wrong through her own skill and deeds. She was the face representing the next generation of exorcists, their pride, their idol—more than enough to inspire countless others, just as Hwalan had.
That was why Hwalan, watching from the side, brimmed with satisfaction.
"So, to sum up: traces of yokai have indeed appeared at the academy, but infiltration remains unconfirmed. However, based on the clues uncovered, you conclude they're plotting something—is that your assessment?"
One of the men seated there asked. Seolwol turned to him and nodded.
"Yes. Exorcists Sera, Yuzu, and Eunil—currently undercover as academy students—are investigating. Our four-person team's conclusion is that the yokai are biding their time. In other words, long-term surveillance is necessary."
"...I see. Very well. We'll entrust this mission entirely to you four and wait."
A straightforward decision. But that spoke volumes about the association's thick trust in Seolwol, Sera, Yuzu, and Eunil. With four reliable operatives already embedded, no further discussion was needed.
The meeting adjourned that day.
"Seolwol!"
After the report ended, as Seolwol left the conference room, Hwalan called out from behind.
"Master?"
Seolwol turned, looking flustered.
"Leaving already? Why not rest a day?"
"No. Skipping classes without reason might raise suspicions."
"You're always so inflexible," Hwalan sighed, lightly scolding her disciple. "But remember this: your safety comes first. You're my family before you're an exorcist."
"...Yes."
Seolwol smiled faintly. Hwalan pulled her into a tight hug.
"Wh-what's this all of a sudden?"
"I'm just proud of you."
Hwalan inwardly savored her disciple's grown form. Then, suddenly, she sniffed.
"Did you... spray perfume?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..."
It was unexpected. She'd always thought her disciple had zero interest in such things. But no harm in it—quite the opposite. It was a good sign that she was finally showing interest in life beyond being an exorcist.
"Makes sense... you're at that age. Want to go shopping together sometime?"
"It's fine. You're busy."
"For my cherished disciple, I can make time. No need to feel burdened."
"Well... alright then."
Unlike expected, Seolwol's reaction was lukewarm. Hwalan had thought she'd be thrilled. Shyness, maybe? She had no idea.
Her disciple—always dignified, elegant, overflowing with integrity and chastity—hadn't just been brutally ravaged in pussy and ass before coming here. She'd taken creampies deep inside, sucked cock for cleanup, and now had massive foreign objects plugged into both holes below to keep it all in.
Nor that the inside of her full-body leather suit was scrawled with lewd graffiti like 'Loser Bitch Exorcist,' 'Royal Tits for Titfucks,' 'Shh, Yaruo-sama's baby batter is riding inside,' 'Creampie Count: IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIII.'
Nor that her pussy—enchanted with constant arousal—was tattooed on her groin and hips, with cum-filled condoms dangling from her garter belt.
Nor that, due to Soul Capture's effects, her body had been warped to Yaruo's tastes: oversized tits and ass compressed under tight bandages to hide them.
Nor that, while hiding it all and acting normal at HQ—reporting in front of everyone—she'd cum multiple times from the sensation of cum sloshing inside and the dildos stuffed in.
Yaruo had used Soul Capture and his now-exclusive subordinate Kishi's Brainwashing Chamber to remake Seolwol's personality into the polar opposite. To ensure she'd never betray him, no matter the situation.
From her calm demeanor brimming with justice and duty, he'd twisted her into a decadent, depraved masochist who reveled in obscenity.
The result was this Seolwol: betraying her master, comrades, and the organization that raised her just to fawn and flatter her owner—for the thrill of it. A fallen apostle of justice who derived ecstasy from such acts.
"By the way, Master, there's someone I'd love to introduce you to sometime."
"Oh? Who?"
"It's a secret for now."
Seolwol smiled. Seeing such a cheeky expression on her disciple for the first time, Hwalan was surprised and curious.
"Who is it? Not a boyfriend, I hope?"
"No way. Someone like me? Anyway, once this mission's on track, I'll tell you."
"Alright. I'll look forward to it."
"Yes."
Still, as your disciple, I'll give you the chance to offer your stale virgin firsts to Yaruo-sama, Seolwol thought, smirking wickedly.
Late at night. Four women prowled the silent campus grounds.
Sera, the elegant blonde. Seolwol, the composed black-haired girl. Euna, the intellectual silver-haired beauty. And Yuzu, petite but with massive tits.
Since transferring in, their model-like looks and figures had drawn attention, but they were masquerading as students. In truth, they were elite yokai hunters—professional agents of the exorcist organization.
"The intel's solid, right?" Seolwol asked.
Sera nodded. "From a reliable source. The ringleader behind this incident is definitely there."
"Then let's hurry."
The four exorcists quickened their pace. Their destination: the annex at the heart of the campus 'Flower Garden' greenhouse. Once used for other purposes, now it served as the base for some odd club called the 'Cosplay Club.' Its president? None other than Yaruo.
According to Sera's info, this Yaruo was the mastermind of the academy's bizarre incidents.
"Hold up." Sera raised a hand before the door. "One thing before we go in. To enter the Cosplay Club room, we need to dress the part."
"Dress the part?" Euna asked.
"Character costumes, obviously. Yaruo-sama especially loves costumes of heroines defeated and debased like bitches, so that should get us in. No one will suspect we're exorcists."
Seolwol, Euna, and Yuzu exchanged glances. Seolwol turned to Sera, nodding in agreement.
"But where do we get outfits like that?"
"It's a cosplay club—they'll be inside. Check the changing room."
The three nodded. The four exorcists entered the annex and headed to the changing room with familiar steps. Oddly, the layout felt known despite being their first time. A nagging sense of déjà vu, but they brushed it off.
Something they'd never ignore lightly—but to these four women now, such trivia was irrelevant.
Change in the changing room into the pre-prepared slutty costumes. That was all that mattered.
"These clothes feel made for us."
"Yeah, exactly four sets."
"This anal plug fits my virgin asshole perfectly. Nngh♥"
The exorcists chatted while changing. Clearly suspicious, but it didn't register as 'dangerous'—just 'curious.'
Now fully dressed, each in a different theme.
Euna: defeated magical girl submitting to evil. High-exposure white dress adorned with phallic lewd accessories dangling everywhere.
Yuzu: sexy cow bitch. Spotted gloves and tights, cowbell collar, massive tits hooked to a pair of milkers.
Seolwol: most exorcist-fitting. Thin, see-through full-body bodystocking over naked skin, nipples and pussy fully exposed. Tattoos on her groin, lewd scrawls on tits and pussy all visible.
"...My titpussy feels so stuffy."
Seolwol muttered. The obscene markings on her body were plain to her and her comrades' eyes, but no one pointed them out or found it odd. 'Yaruo-sama's Exclusive Cumdump Hole' or 'Creampie Count:' were fair game to scribble anywhere. The trio even inwardly admired Seolwol's meticulous note-taking habit to avoid forgetting.
"Smells like squid somewhere?" Yuzu sniffed.
The source was obvious: cum soaked into their costumes. But none spotted the blatant cause, just tilting heads. Cum as decoration was as natural as pussy dripping with girl juice—or fingering it before bed.
"Strongest from Seolwol. Skip washing or something?" Yuzu teased.
Seolwol blushed. "Rude. I get creampied daily—pussy used every day, yesterday and the day before. I clean it religiously in between. Otherwise, it's disrespectful to those who use me."
Maintaining a pristine pussy. Basic mindset for a cumdrain bitch. Never forgotten, not for a second.
"Everyone changed?" Sera asked.
Her outfit: full-body swimsuit, cut out at nipples and pussy for exposure.
"Then let's go."
Leaving the changing room, they headed to the cosplay club room proper. Opening the door revealed a spacious interior remodeled like a nightclub. One side had a stage with a tall pole. Opposite, a bar stocked with booze and drinks. Another side, a long bench for at least ten. Deepest in: a golden throne, occupied by a somewhat chubby man flanked by slutty-costumed women.
"That's Yaruo-sama..."
"Don't let the pomp fool you. If the intel's right, he's our enemy," Seolwol warned her comrades.
Sera stepped forward, approaching Yaruo.
"Yaruo-sama. I've brought the exorcists. As ordered, we tweaked their brains in the Brainwashing Chamber—they've forgotten they were defeated and swore obedience. See? They still think they're on mission, the fools."
Sera spoke with a completely shifted demeanor.
"What the hell...?" Yuzu muttered in shock.
But Euna looked relaxed. "Probably baiting him. Classic Sera—high-level play. If he's really a yokai, he'll react to 'exorcist.' Smart."
"R-right! As expected!"
Unlike the two, Seolwol fixated on Sera's changed attitude. The Sera she knew was always elegant, dignity draped like fine cloth. Born to nobility, grown into an exquisite orchid.
But this—nipples perked, bitch juices drooling between thighs, vulgar grin—bore no resemblance.
No way.
A flash of unease solidified into certainty.
"This is a trap!" Seolwol shouted.