Exorcist Seolwol (2)
"Here, say cheese."
"Ehet♥ Another photo?"
A petite woman with long blonde hair cascading down her back giggled excitedly as she struck a pose. Standing with her legs split wide, she crooked her fingers into a V-shape and pressed them to her cheek. As the flash popped, her skin took on a tantalizing bronze tan, and right in the middle of her groin, a pink slit appeared.
"Eek♥"
The naked woman rolled her eyes back with a lewd little cry.
"Introduce yourself."
"Okay! This body is Zuri, one of the Busty Four Heavenly Kings and a total mesugaki yokai. My specialty is titjobs. With these G-cup monster tits that don't match my tiny frame, I'm the best at stroking cocks nice and gentle."
"Got someone you like?"
"Mmm... it's a secret♥"
"Pretend no one's listening and spill it."
"Truth is... I like Yaruo oppa the most♥ I masturbate three times a day just fantasizing about him pounding my pussy deep♥"
"Who do you respect?"
"Yaruo oppa♥ The best in the whole world♥"
"If you could sacrifice your life to save one person, who would it be?"
"Yaruo♥ Yaruo♥ Zuri's tits, pussy, ass—body and soul, all of it belongs to Yaruo oppa♥"
The Soul Capture ability worked better than I'd expected. Maybe because she's such a simple-minded girl. The bizarre combo of a tiny body and massive tits wasn't exactly my doing. It must've been influenced by the tastes of Yaruo, the guy I'm possessing. No excuses—this is the real deal.
"One more for the finale."
Click.
"Heet♥ Hiiiiiit♥"
Hit straight on by the flash, Cheolgang—no, Zuri—squinted her eyes and shuddered violently at the waist. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, then squirted out a spray of juices.
***
With Cheolgang in hand, it was time to snag her underlings next.
"You got it, Yaruo oppa! Leave it to me! I'll take down anyone who comes at us."
Zuri replied energetically when I asked her to stand guard. Her concept was clearly mesugaki yokai, but her attitude was pure puppy-dog loyalty. Following her lead, I headed to the spot where the biker gang usually held their meetings.
"Zuri-zuri paizuri~. Titjob, assjob, hand chop~."
Along the way, Cheolgang—no, Zuri—hums some weird song. I worried I'd overdone the Soul Capture and broken her brain.
We arrived at a construction site near the academy. I shoved aside the barricade blocking the entrance and stepped in, spotting a crowd of delinquents gathered deep inside. There were a lot of them. Easily over fifty by eye.
According to the setting, Cheolgang's biker gang alliance had absorbed every delinquent from the local academies, so it made sense. He'd burst onto the scene like a comet, flattening the top dogs from eight academies with a single fist, claiming the undisputed throne as the strongest. Well, he was a guy then—but now she's a girl. Anyway, that's Cheolgang. Or Zuri, now.
"Hey, you punks!"
Zuri stepped forward and bellowed arrogantly at the delinquents. They'd been panicking since Cheolgang was way overdue for the meeting, but now they all turned to the sudden appearance of this girl.
Wearing a see-through sexy cheongsam, her blonde twintails swaying, this adorable tiny girl thrust out her chest—bigger than her own face—like she owned the place and declared boldly,
"The Biker Gang Alliance is now switching directions to become Yaruo oppa's personal guard squad. Got it, you idiots?"
The delinquents stared in disbelief at the stranger and her out-of-nowhere announcement.
"Don't make me laugh. Who the hell are you? Tiny bitch with huge tits."
A blonde guy stepped up, sneering. Not the vibrant blonde like Zuri's—more like cheap-dyed piss yellow.
"Who? I'm your boss, Cheolgang. Zuri now, but same deal. Whaddya think? Cute, pretty, and fuckable, right? Be happy. Yaruo oppa says he'll turn you guys into something like me too."
Zuri puffed out her chest proudly, hand on her tit.
"You little shit... impersonating Cheolgang hyung? He always said a real man knows how to embrace a woman—but you need a beating to learn some sense!"
The blonde delinquent charged at Zuri, fist raised to punch.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Zuri unleashed a lightning-fast kick, sending the blonde delinquent flying. Slosh. Her massive tits jiggled through the open sides of the sexy cheongsam, nipples popping out. No panties up top or bottom—this wild mesugaki's skirt hem whipped up in the wind from her powerful move, flashing her tight pink slit.
Setting aside the lewd display...
"Gahack!"
He crumpled like a tin can hit by a baseball bat, waist bent at nearly seventy degrees as he tumbled far away.
The other delinquents' eyes went wide.
"Weakling♥ Loser♥ Tiny dick♥ You think trash like you can stand up to Zuri, one of the Busty Four Heavenly Kings and a mesugaki? Why don't you just drop dead? You cum-rag♥"
Zuri pressed her fingers to her lips, cackling as she hurled vicious insults. Gone was the sweet puppy act she'd shown me—now she was a pint-sized devil incarnate.
"What the hell are you?!"
Another delinquent pointed and yelled.
"I told you. Deaf or what? I'm your boss, Cheolgang."
"Bullshit! Cheolgang hyung's a man. Reliable, not some bratty bitch like you!"
"Yeah. But that guy's gone now. Honestly, old me was boring. I like this version better. Cute and lovable, thanks to Yaruo oppa. And super fuckable too, right? Admit it—you all wanna be like me."
Zuri smirked, teasing them relentlessly.
"Like hell! Guys, take her down!"
Thinking numbers would win, the delinquents rushed her en masse.
The overwhelming odds made me nervous deep down. This seemed dangerous. Sure, Zuri's original—Cheolgang—was the pinnacle of brute stupidity in the story, but still...
"Perfect. Was getting lazy beating you one by one."
Far from scared, Zuri grinned confidently.
Then she moved for real. The speed from kicking the blonde guy earlier? That was nothing. A ripping wind howled as the ground dust exploded upward.
She zipped through the delinquents like a bullet, fists and kicks flying. Vanishing and reappearing in bursts—each time, screams echoed, and punks went tumbling like debris in a hurricane of violence.
Whenever she flashed into view, she was pure lewd destruction: a demonic goddess of obscene combat, massive tits and thick ass bouncing in her gaping see-through cheongsam as she demolished them.
It took less than a few minutes to flatten the entire mob.
"Losers♥ Weaklings♥ How's it feel getting one-sidedly wrecked by a little girl like me?"
Not a drop of sweat on her, Zuri trampled a fallen guy's gut and sneered down contemptuously.
"Yaruo oppa♥ How'd I do? Zuri was good, right?"
She spun around with a beaming smile, begging for praise.
"Uh... yeah."
"Hehe♥ Zuri did it all for Yaruo oppa♥"
Targeting Cheolgang first was a stroke of genius. Enemies turned allies always seem stronger. Isn't it usually the opposite?
***
"Hawa~wa~wa~wa..."
I went through the delinquents Cheolgang had beaten one by one, snapping photos with Soul Capture to turn them into obedient busty cuties. Again, not my taste—Yaruo's.
"I really turned into a beauty... My voice is all soft and pretty now, skin so smooth and pale, feels like I shrank... And what's this fluffy feeling? Like I swam in a cotton candy lake."
A calm-type blonde busty beauty—formerly a biker punk—touched her flushed cheek and murmured. Yaruo's tastes at work. Zero responsibility on my end.
"Alright, that's all of them, but..."
After snapping them all, I scanned the group and tilted my head. Hmm. One photo wasn't enough for the Soul Capture to fully sink in. They looked the part, but their faces were confused—not brainwashed like Zuri.
Too many to reshoot one by one. Then a brilliant idea hit.
I went straight to Zuri and told her. She clapped sharply, grabbing the new beauties' attention.
"Listen up! Line up in front of me one by one. Slack off or run, and I'll grab you and spank that ass red. Move it."
The ex-delinquents—now tiny busty stunners—jumped and shuffled over. Same headcount as before, but way less space.
"Now, starting from the bottom, stack into a human pyramid. Go."
"G-Go?"
The beauty squad blinked dumbly. Zuri stomped and yelled.
"What're you doing?! I said go! Yaruo oppa's watching—don't be idiots! Move it, or you want a spanking?!"
"Eek!"
Panicking, the beauties scrambled into position, layering up steadily. Enhanced by Soul Capture, their slim, tiny bodies stacked firm without wobbling.
"D-Done..."
A girl at the base mumbled.
"Good. Hold still."
Zuri climbed to the top, stepping on the lower girls.
"Why you?"
I asked. She hopped onto the peak girl's back, threw up a V-sign, and said,
"For the memories. Today's the day of Yaruo oppa's guard squad founding! Take one of me too."
What is this, a class photo? Whatever, no harm.
"Okay, smiling for the camera. No cheese. Ready? One, two, three."
Click. Flash.
"Heek♥"
A faint pleasure washed over the beauty squad's blank faces.
"Reset balance. Careful—no falling. One, two, three."
Click. Flash.
"Haaaang♥"
Squelching moans leaked from spots in the pyramid. The ripening female scent told me it was taking hold.
"A few more times. Hang in there."
After five or six rounds...
"At attention."
A perfectly disciplined squad of petite beauties stood before me, lines straight, postures flawless.
"Like I said—we're Yaruo oppa's personal guard now. Daily meetings here, his orders first priority. Got it?"
"Yes!"
They barked back powerfully.
"About turning into girls—cover it well. No suspicious crap that bugs Yaruo oppa. Biker activities suspended indefinitely. Bikes are dangerous. These bodies belong to him now—take care of 'em. Got it?"
"What about our bikes?"
"Sell 'em used. Banned!"
"Scooters okay?"
"Scooters? Wait—you rode a scooter as a biker?!"
"Was gonna buy one..."
They started chattering. I cut it off before it dragged.
"Dismissed for today. See you tomorrow."
"Yes, Yaruo-nim!"
The brainwashing had stuck—loyal and enthusiastic. Cheolgang's prep work was done. Two left.