Junk Food Leftovers Get Tossed

Fuck. Am I kidnapped or what?

In the midst of relentlessly cornering Dokgo Hwaryeon, the mainstream exploded. Dokgo Hwaryeon suddenly glared at me with chilling eyes, then launched a terrorist attack for some goddamn reason. Completely unexpected timing. Just like in the original story, the Fire Realm expert appeared, and the Murim elites were caught off guard, getting pushed back without a chance to regroup. All because they were distracted protecting the spectators. That's what so-called righteous faction trash does, huh? Can't just stand by and watch innocent civilians die? Yeah, right—more like they were just trying to save their own skins instead of fighting the Fire Realm expert head-on.

Blindfolded and slung over someone's shoulder like luggage, bouncing along, I tried wriggling but it was no use. This was acupoint sealing done by a Fire Realm expert himself—my fingers wouldn't even twitch.

I probably won't die...

Even in this dire situation, I didn't feel like my life was on the line. My ability lets me enter game worlds. Dying in a game just means respawning, right? That's the golden rule. I'd definitely revive or get sent back to reality—no big deal for me. Right...? Fuck?

Still, dying sucks, so I gotta play it safe.

Whenever they briefly released the seal on my mouth for meals, I wolfed down the food that trickled in, losing all track of time. How many days had passed? How far had they dragged me? A few more days dodging the prickling killing intent and scorching heat on my skin. Just as I was debating whether to bail back to reality and come out fine—wasting time like this was bullshit—sensation returned to my body. I slowly opened my eyes to a dazzling, massive palace-like chamber in Western style.

Somehow, my clothes had been changed into clean ones. Bunch of perverts...

Turning my head, I saw an old man—clearly the one who'd carried me—staring intently.

"Uh... hello, sir?"

Spotting the named NPC's title, I realized he was the Fire Realm expert and politely asked Geom-ma,

"May I ask where this is?"

Maybe my attitude came off too casual—contrary to his expectations—because Geom-ma's eyebrow twitched as he replied.

"You'll find out soon enough. Until you're summoned, rest up and stay put in this room. If you've got any brains, you won't act like a wild colt."

He let out a subtle wave of killing intent that pissed me off to no end. Fucking dog.

Geom-ma glanced at me once more and strode out of the room.

Left alone, I started scoping out the place when maids filed in all at once, bringing all sorts of food.

"We servants will attend to you during your stay, great hero. Just let us know if you need anything."

Remembering the weird slop I'd been force-fed, I dove right into the meal. Watching the maids demurely assist me with perfect poise calmed my nerves.

A guy like me deserves this treatment.

This had to be the Demonic Cult, no doubt. Kidnapped for whatever reason, better to chill without bitching about "righteous faction" bullshit. Dead ghosts look better well-fed, right?

Ah, it's the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, technically.

Can't miss those minor favor points. I nodded and kept eating.

The maids, clearly briefed on my situation, relaxed as I ate without fuss, the tension easing.

That's when I really noticed them. As a successor of sorts, I was getting VIP treatment. Their neat, tidy vibe and fluttering movements had my lower half stirring.

No one to watch out for anymore, right? Smiling at the maids, I said,

"Attending to me, huh? Does that include everything besides meals?"

They caught my mischievous intent, blushing at the ears and nodding demurely. Three maids total. My dick twitched again.

Foursome time!

As I eyed them playfully, one by one, their clothes started coming off. Traditional garments hit the floor, revealing flawless, slim bodies going fully nude. The Incubus charm and my looks must've fired them up.

Master. Looks like I'm a Demonic Cult type too.

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I subtly moved my bloodied hand aside, and a trembling maid delicately wiped it clean. Sensing my foul mood, she finished quickly and scurried off.

"Young Cult Leader, it's time for the grand hall."

Dokgo Hwaryeon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠straightened her robes calmly at the guard's words from behind. She couldn't show a single flaw before the Sovereign.

"What about him?"

Replaying his image in her mind, she asked the guard.

"We confirmed he just woke up. We'll prepare him for the grand hall ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meeting."

Dokgo Hwaryeon smiled in satisfaction and turned on her heel.

Thud. Thud.

The guard, bowing rigidly to the Young Cult Leader, only raised his head long after she vanished from sight.

"What a mess."

Shaking his head with a sigh, he snapped to attention. Any delay in the schedule could turn him into one of those meat lumps.

"Hey! Maids!"

His roar brought maids gliding in quietly and demurely.

"Clean this filthy room. And if you breathe a word of what you saw here, you'll end up like that. Got it?!"

"Yes, sir."

After warning them with unspoken killing intent, the guard left. The maids turned to tidy up. Wiping the blood-red room restored its antique elegance, filling them with pride. Then they calmly handled their colleague's remains on the floor.

"Uh, what do we do with that?"

One maid, scrubbing hard, glanced at the table display and asked. Her comrades shuddered.

"Leave it! Pretend we didn't see."

"Y-yeah!"

Shivering at the eerie structures on the table, they finished cleaning and hurried out. Watching her sisters leave, the Young Cult Leader's personal maid slapped her cheeks alone.

Grand hall meeting day. Her role was heavier than the others', lots to do. Snap out of it or get punished.

Steeling herself, she later recalled the lively meeting, the Young Cult Leader's improved, kinder mood, and their harmonious day. Lying on her bed, the table display from morning flashed back.

So that's what a baby bump looks like...

She gently rubbed her lower belly before sleep claimed her.

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Savoring the ecstatic foursome, I opened my eyes. Their reactions and feel couldn't compare to Ritka's, but you need junk food like this sometimes. Gotta mix in snacks and fast food...

Glancing aside, the message window showed a hefty point haul—time had passed during the Yongbong Assembly and Cult kidnapping.

First, rank up the Moonlight Body Heart Technique I'd just acquired. Gotta master it to properly unblock Ritka's meridians, right?

Luckily, unlike Sipdan-geum, it was treated as a cultivation technique rather than a martial art—only 80 points to Master.

Might be discounted since it's Incubus-adjacent.

Oh...

The mastered skill was concise, but I was plenty satisfied. Bedroom arts pursue ascension through sex, so potential boost was spot-on. No clue on efficiency yet, but brief description means high coefficients—like most games.

The added bond boost makes my women fall harder. At 80 points, it's great value. Incubus is the real deal game-changer—cheap points, insane effects.

"Ah, wanted more foursome. Shame."

Finishing up, regret hit. Started at dawn with maids, lasted till next afternoon. Knock one out, the other two gang up—brutal marathon. Finally conquered them after pounding forever. But the summoned maids never returned. Probably collapsed to my dick.

Junk food's junk for a reason.

Sighing at their patheticness, I used remaining points to cap all stats at 60. Just enough to fill the gaps—down to 5 points left. Clean stats felt good, but now 125 points per stat. Newbie boost over...

Still, factoring age, my power's top-tier Korean genius. Few B-Ranks manifest mana. Typical B-Ranks just amp output—no higher. Mana-manifesting B-Ranks? A/S potential goldmine. Imagining reactions made my balls tingle. Could crush Cha Eun-woo now?

Calendar showed school starting soon. Long wuxia stint—time for real life.

Academy debut. Heh heh.

Busy early 3rd year events—focus there, hit Apocalypse world on off days. Only lover's Ritka now. No reason not to—stronger than before, Abomination's no issue.

Calmly planning, I sorted inventory junk and loot.

Oh yeah, check if Great Moon Silk dyes before school.

Fighting in white gloves kills the vibe. Gotta be black leather icon...

White's for losers. Silk's sheen dyes well—primitive ancients couldn't, but modern chem fixes that.

Behold modern chemistry.

Weighing dye time vs. school, I ditched sorting, changed, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠headed out for the Academy workshop district.