Chapter 123
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: 121. Sin of Gluttony
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Im Yoo-jin's reactions were proving to be quite amusing.
"Eek!"
"Well then, I'll mark that womb of yours with my tail."
It hurt a little, but not to the point of being unbearable.
I thrust deep inside her pussy.
Slowly stirring her up like plowing freshly broken virgin ground—it had to sting—but the aphrodisiac from my tail freely toyed with her folds.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
How long had I been churning away? She was finally starting to react.
At first, her virgin tightness had been ragged and dry inside, but as the aphrodisiac soaked in, her pussy grew slick and welcoming.
I rubbed the walls while ramping up the force, and her insides clamped down in response.
Squelch, squelch.
Ah, this won't last. I can't drag it out. What I need is tail reinforcement. Damn it. Whether that author Yoo Eun-ha strengthening my tail was a dream or reality, it suddenly pissed me off. Why the hell buff someone else's tail and then bail?
The anger surged, and suddenly I wanted to unload inside her.
"Eeeek! Hic... Sniff!♥"
This bitch clearly wanted it too. It was only natural to give her what she craved.
If I didn't cum now, she wouldn't get to savor the pleasure of my demonic qi corrupting her from the womb onward.
Win-win for both of us. I wanted to wrap this up quick, and she was already struggling.
"Alright, I'm gonna fill you up, so take it all in nice?"
Im Yoo-jin fell short of Lee Yoo-jeong when it came to raw hunter talent.
But as a businesswoman? Perfect. Which meant the instant her womb accepted even a drop of my demonic qi instead of mere mana, she'd be reborn as my personal onahole.
She wouldn't even be able to ovulate without my say-so.
The weaker the vessel receiving my qi, the more it bound itself to me. Full control would transfer to me.
And she'd become a body that orgasmed from nothing but a bulging belly.
Just like Choi Si-woo.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
Ah, no holding back anymore. Time to defile that womb with my demonic qi. Corrupt it until she's a bitch who obeys my every word.
"Yesss... Cum inside meee!"
She was begging for it, so I held nothing back.
I unleashed everything.
Spluuurt! Spluuurt!
"Haa... Haaa... Yeah, that's the stuff."
I could feel it perfectly—her womb staining with my qi. Unlike sperm, the purple energy slithered into every crevice, corrupting her from within.
The slightest prod now sent her into bliss, and it seeped into her ovaries, rewriting their very structure.
Ovulation? Only when I allowed it. She'd transform into a creature that quivered in ecstasy from clit-rubbing alone, not some baby factory.
Im Yoo-jin was especially easy to erode.
It was visible on her skin—the purple outline of her womb blooming across her belly.
Once the ovaries fell, her womb was fully tainted, and a reptilian eye etched itself onto her mound.
"Wow, your tattoo's gone pitch black now."
"Heek... Heeeek... Thank you, Lord Dahaka♥"
Just how sensitive was black compared to purple?
From the feel of it, sensitivity scaled with the corruption level. And this black? Definitely a step above purple.
So I reached out and touched her belly myself.
A light stroke, and it was faintly hot. A subtle warmth.
"How's it feel?"
"Eeeek!?♥"
Pssshhh!
The tiniest touch, and she was squirting like a faucet.
"Even more sensitive than Si-woo."
Which made it all the more fun. Something that gushed from the slightest prod? Perfect plaything.
"You don't even qualify as a pet."
"Haa... Haa... Yes... I'm lower than human... lower than pet♥"
Right, right. Know your place. A squirting mess that cums on a whim doesn't deserve the pet label.
"But I'll take you as my toy instead."
"Yesss... Thank you... I'm Lord Dahaka's toy♥"
Slap!
I backhanded the cheek of this toy that still didn't get it.
Did she really still think she was a pet? She was lower than that now.
"Call me properly."
"I'm Master's toy♥"
That's more like it for one of my underlings.
"Cheonsan Group and all you own? Who do they belong to?"
"Master. Only my Master♥"
Good. Everything's mine.
"If I told my cute little toy to kill a hundred people a day, every day, would you?"
"I'd kill for Master!"
Whoa, that's intense. Didn't expect her to drop this hard. She's even more psycho than I thought—pussy dripping just saying it.
Her loyalty to me runs deeper than expected. A total freak.
Flawless as a toy. Long as she keeps the money flowing, I'm satisfied.
Thump, thump, thump.
Toys should be treated like toys.
I really wanted to devour her. Not like a heroine—no, rip into her flesh while she begged to be eaten by me.
"Good. It's been a while since my hunger boiled over."
Crunch.
I sank my teeth into her shoulder.
And guzzled her blood. Blood always beat meat. The blood of a woman I'd claimed? Pure tonic.
Her pussy dripped anew.
The toy called Im Yoo-jin was lost in full ahegao.
I drained her right to the brink of death before letting go.
"Eeeek... Eeeek♥"
"Next time I drop by, you'll strip naked and wait, got it? Toy."
Greet me in the nude.
"Yes, Lord Dahaka♥"
Today had been pretty satisfying.
Wonder how Yoo-jeong would react. Hell, she might even get turned on knowing her big sis fell to me.
I gently stroked the head of my climax-drunk toy.
Beijing
Ping Tao, back from Korea, reported everything from Hansung Academy to Zhang Wei.
The Yuri Dungeon, the surprisingly high caliber of cadets—but Zhang Wei's reaction was lukewarm.
"General, don't you think we should raise our hunters' quality by keeping tabs on Korea?"
"Hm. Pointless now."
Even at that, Zhang Wei just shook his head.
"General Zhang Wei, what do you mean?"
"We're about to swallow up North Korea."
North Korea? Did he mean the DPRK? Wouldn't that spark a war?
That land was a ghost town now.
After the Great Cataclysm, the Kim dynasty had fought monsters with conventional weapons but ultimately crumbled. Survivors fled to Seoul and became Koreans, while those who couldn't escape lingered underground—until they got swept up in the Pyongyang Incident thanks to some lunatic trying to invade Korea with beasts.
With North Korea gone, the land was basically monster-infested Korean territory. Attacking it meant war with Korea.
"North Korea? You're saying war with Korea?"
"That's why I called you home."
As he'd half-suspected. It was about the war.
"Why go that far? Relations are sour, sure, but no cause for actual war."
The bad blood stemmed from Korea's President Ha Jeong-seok and China's Chairman Zhang Xue-ti, but it wasn't war-level.
"Korea lacks the capacity to manage the North. Ha Jeong-seok's hoarding power like a dictator, leaving it to rot like forgotten straw. They'll resist, sure—but how hard?"
"We don't have the resources either, do we?"
They were Chinese, after all, still fending off hordes from the erosion zone in old Mongolia. And now, instead of monsters, hit the neighbor?
The more he heard, the more absurd it sounded.
"Wrong. We have plenty. Those dormant cores will revive our stagnant economy."
Just greed for the cores, then?
Ping Tao couldn't believe it.
How could a great power like China stoop to gobbling up a weaker nation's land for pure self-interest?
"So it's our selfishness after all?"
"Grown fond of them already?"
It wasn't mere sentiment. Korea's forces were stronger than anticipated.
Choi Si-woo and Yoo Eun-ha alone, plus the previous generation: the First Divine Sword, Death Photographer, Ice Empress—legends aplenty.
If allies joined, Japan's Shinohara Kotone at Hansung, America's Rosemary, Britain's Rosaria—they'd all pitch in.
Real talk: China couldn't afford war with Korea right now.
"Frankly, Korea's stronger than the old guard. Even I can't guarantee victory against the Divine Sword Hero or the White Flame Sword Princess."
"No issue. Korea's power is Seoul-only anyway. Busan, Jeolla, Jeju—they're barely holding their own turf."
All Ha Jeong-seok's fault.
The fool had devolved power to isolated Jeolla and Busan amid erosion zones in Chungcheong and Gyeongsangbuk, focusing on Seoul and crippling Korea overall.
Strip away a handful of elite hunters, and Korea was a corpse.
"Our hunters..."
"Three hundred thousand strong. It'll trigger Korean War nightmares for them."
Three hundred thousand? Numbers were solid. But enough to win?
Korea brimmed with one-shots who flattened hundreds in a blink. Victory would hurt China bad; defeat? Global humiliation.
"Can we win?"
"Don't worry. Every one of those three hundred thousand's embedded with Sin fragments. And that's just the opening wave—up to a million planned."
What?
Ping Tao doubted his own ears.
Was that real?
Sin fragments?
"Sin fragments? You mean the one in Korea's Park Jun-hyuk..."
"Exactly. We're wielding Sins. Too tough against Divine Sword Choi Si-woo, so we planned to off the next-gen talent Park Jun-hyuk instead."
So China orchestrated the Park incident? Proof they had Sins.
China had no grounds to point fingers at Korea.
China itself was a Sin-holding nation now.
"Where did you even get the Sins?"
"The Sin of Gluttony. Unearthed in Shenyang. The core's an eyed magic stone with ego. Called itself a Sin and offered to help us."
Using Sins to hit Korea?
Was he sent to Hansung to throw off the World Hunter Alliance's suspicions about China harboring Sins?
"Even so, this is unbecoming of a great power."
"Did we err first? Those Goryeo upstarts overreached, chasing more global sway than us. Small fries should act small. This is Korea's punishment too."
War over that?
"Once we crush Korea, Japan's next. Heh heh heh. Hurt the teeth, gums ache. They talk big, but if we invade, Japan might send Shinsengumi reinforcements to Korea. Might as well squash both at once."
Better that way. Let Japan scout Sins while we fight Korea? Nah, wipe out the pests.
But Ping Tao hated it.
This was textbook imperialism.
"I... I refuse. This is wrong. I can't obey that order!"
A blatant declaration of war with zero justification. If Korea truly deserved punishment, fine—but this reeked of inferiority complex.
"Ping Tao, you're deluded. Congratulations."
"What do you—"
"The Sin chose you. Become the Sin, trample Korea, and we'll tower over the world as the Middle Kingdom reborn! Mwahahaha!"
Become a Sin? What the hell?
"If this is what the Middle Kingdom means, I want no part!"
"Pity, Ping Tao. Seems the small fry rubbed off on you. Once you're a Sin, those thoughts vanish!"
No way in hell.
"Like I'd let it—"
As he bolted for the Beijing exit, dozens of hunters blocked his path.
Their eyes were inverted—black where white should be, and vice versa.
White pupils. The perfected puppets stamped with Sin fragments.
"Told you, right? You won't slaughter your own kin. Besides, you couldn't handle them."
He tried fleeing anyway at the sly voice behind him, but no weapons, and dozens of men? Impossible.
Their strength was freakish, and his body felt leaden.
They seized him, yanking his head back.
Why force him to face the ceiling? No time to wonder—he spotted the bizarre black lump on the ceiling. Stone? Liquid?
At its core floated a red eye.
The monstrosity plummeted straight for his face, like it had been waiting.
"N-No! Kyaaaaah! Mmmph!?"
Ping Tao thrashed one last time but failed. She had to accept the Sin's core into her face.
Czzzzt!
She flailed at first, but as the liquified magic stone eroded her body, the groans faded into eerie laughter.
"Kek. Keh heh heh heh heh."
The black ooze fully absorbed, remodeling her form. And so, a flesh-bound Sin of Gluttony was born—pathetically, pointlessly.