Reality Arc (2) [Exorcist Seolwol 2: The Academy Under Siege ~ BAD END Privilege 2]
[Soul Capture — Make the 「」 shape with your fingers and close them to emit a flash of light. Anyone exposed to it falls under a temporary status ailment. If no specific ailment is preset, Confusion is applied.]
Yaruo's ability. This one was a weakened version, as expected.
[Exorcist Seolwol 2: The Academy Under Siege ~ BAD END Privilege 3]
Succumea Support — You can now use Succumea Support within creative works. Succumea Support provides various information and battle assistance as a system. Additionally, some privileges can now be used within creative works.
Come to think of it, I couldn't use privileges inside creative works before. I only just realized it now. But in retrospect, it makes sense. I didn't have my phone when I entered those worlds.
So this is a pretty groundbreaking privilege. I won't know exactly how useful Succumea Support is until I try it out, but just being able to use some of Michael and Yaruo's powers will make things way smoother. And if I can even use the summoning privilege, I could knock out missions without stepping in myself.
Oh, and one more thing I learned. Touching the Bad End Gauge shows how many days are left until it depletes.
Shouldn't a tutorial have explained something this important? Whatever, better late than never. Current remaining: 12 days—shorter than before. Probably because I'm maintaining both Anna and Seolwol at the same time. Efficiency-wise, I should only summon them when absolutely necessary... but honestly, that's not what I want. I've grown a bit attached. Plus, they do the housework and cook.
"Looks like your collectibles know how to use computers, huh?"
"Of course. I'm a professionally trained agent, after all. If I put my mind to it, I could hack in a snap."
I was lounging on the bed fiddling with my phone when I overheard Anna and Seolwol chatting over there. Yesterday, to bring them closer, I'd taken the extreme measure of an intense lesbian kiss—but unfortunately, it flopped. Still, it wasn't a total failure; at least they weren't growling at each other like right after the summon.
I bounced off the bed and headed over to them.
"You really good with computers?"
Seolwol, sitting in the computer chair, flinched in surprise and looked up at me. "Y-Yes? Well... I mean... I can handle it to some extent..."
Her speech was uncharacteristically clumsy. Probably showing off in front of Anna. Maybe it's the combined influence of Zuri, Jinma, and Yuzu. Her personality now had a bit of childishness, the total opposite of the original Seolwol.
"Then could you hack the White House?"
"The Wh-White House?!"
"Give it a shot. I'll time you—three minutes."
I teased her on purpose. Seolwol looked visibly flustered. She turned to the computer, hesitantly tapping the keys, then swiveled back. "It's not that I can't, but something that big would need a more specialized setup... I don't think it's feasible like this."
"They say a true craftsman doesn't blame his tools," Anna sniped from the side.
Seolwol whipped around and glared at her. Worried things might heat up again, I quickly changed the subject. "Forget it, just kidding. How about making a homepage?"
"A h-homepage? Heh heh... I can customize a mini one..."
"So you're not actually good at it."
I flicked the liar's forehead. I'd been hoping a little. If she was for real, I could've set up a dedicated website to expand what I'm doing on OnlyFans.
"Move over. Time to work."
"Yessir!"
Seolwol hopped up and stepped aside. As I sat, my ass hit something damp. I glanced at her. Right—she'd been sitting naked. Her exorcist outfit from the summon got in the way during sex, so she'd ripped it to shreds and tossed it. Plus, whatever that Curse of Lust or vaginal blessing was, it kept her in heat 24/7. Her pussy was glistening with juices even now. The wetness must've soaked in when her wet slit touched the cushion.
She blushed under my stare and murmured shyly, "D-Do you want... morning service, Collector?"
That pissed me off a bit.
"Plank position. Now."
"Eek?!"
After putting Seolwol through her punishment, I munched on the sandwich Anna made while logging into OnlyFans and heading to my page. Last upload was the day before yesterday—but to me, it felt like weeks ago. I'd spent so long possessing Yaruo. Time in creative works doesn't apply to reality. A month or a year in there, and not a second passes here. I only realized it now, but the disconnect was huge.
"Holy shit, that's a ton."
I sighed at the +99 in my inbox. When it hits that, it's almost certainly way over 99—anything past 100 shows as +99. Since I check daily, that meant it piled up overnight.
I scrolled through the messages. Mostly sexual harassment. At least it's in English, so harder to parse. Words like "sex," "fuck," "bitch," "rape" jumped out anyway. They all thought I was Anna—no explanation, just her pics. Fair enough. I wondered what they'd say if they knew a guy was reading this.
Amid the spam, one message caught my eye.
Definitely machine-translated. Premium sub, so not a troll. Not the first offer like this—I've gotten countless. From tens of thousands of won to hundreds. Huge for a working stiff like me, but I've never taken one up. Two reasons.
First, risk. Sharing nudes on OnlyFans for tips isn't illegal under current law. There's debate, proposed bills, but right now? Totally fine. I can happily watch the cash roll in. But prostitution? Straight-up illegal. Not running a brothel, just one guy selling his body—probably wouldn't get caught, but I don't want even that tiny risk.
Second, kinda childish maybe, but I hate being on the receiving end. Imagining some other dick in my exclusive hole makes me wanna puke. Customers? Fuck that—they're enemies. So I usually ignore them.
But this one felt different. Cocky, with a website, email, and Telegram link below. Might as well peek at the face.
I clicked the site. Some foreign company promo. Googled it—legit, pretty big.
"Hmm..."
I mulled it over, then hit the Telegram link. Sent a single "." A few minutes later: waving emoji.
What to say? Straight to business. With translator help, I asked how much he could pay.
Counter: How much do you want?
Reverse offer, huh. I thought it over and replied: "0.1 BTC. No penetration. Handjob and light touching only. No photos or video."
Didn't expect acceptance. No sex for that price? Even rich folks would balk.
But a minute later:
So straightforward it was insane. More crazies in the world than I thought.