28. The Virgin's Oath
“Killed a person. No, make it three.”
“What?”
What the fuck did I just hear? Did I mishear that? Did this bitch just say she committed murder?
My mind went blank for a second. I couldn't wrap my head around what kind of bullshit situation this was.
“Fuck, is this crazy bitch for real?”
I went out of my way to awaken her, and she goes and kills people? And in just one day? Fuck, not even a full day—it's been less than 24 hours since I sponsored her last night, and she already murdered someone? Not like she snuck into a dungeon or anything, but straight-up murder? This is driving me insane. What kind of psycho bitch is she?
My dick, which had been hard at the thought of popping a high school girl's cherry, went completely limp.
I demanded a full explanation from Bu Ye-ji. Praying to god it was a joke.
“Heh heh. It's no big deal. Just offed my aunt and uncle, that's all.”
Bu Ye-ji said it like it was nothing. She continued.
“When I was little, my parents died, so I've been mooching off my aunt's place ever since.”
What came next was the usual sob story. The aunt who took the inheritance and pretended to raise her niece while abusing her. That kind of cliché tale.
...Honestly, I couldn't care less.
“Stabbed her right in the chest! And get this—my hand sank in like it was piercing tofu. Blood just gushing out, running down my arm.”
Ye-ji kept going, all excited. Her hands were trembling slightly. Whether it was leftover thrill from the kill or just fear kicking in, I couldn't tell.
“Last one was that pig of a son. Fat fuck locked in his room playing games all day. He'd even tried stealing my panties once? Fucker. Jammed chopsticks in his throat and zapped him with electricity—hilarious how he twitched and jerked. Ahaha.”
Ye-ji was rambling incoherently. Acting tough, but she was clearly anxious. Makes sense—up until yesterday, she was just a normal high schooler. Even a delinquent badass like her couldn't kill three people and stay cool about it. If she were that insane, she'd have done it before awakening.
“Was gonna wait and kill the daughter too, but whatever. That bitch always called me an orphan. Heh heh. Now she's one too.”
Maybe I should calm her down.
I decided to cut her off. Her backstory didn't interest me anyway. All I cared about was how to cum inside her in this situation...
10 SP consumed.
Whoosh.
I slid my finger lightly over her pussy. Ye-ji, who had been babbling away, flinched and curled up.
“W-what the hell are you doing?”
- Calm down. That's not important right now, is it?
No resurrection skill here—she'd already killed them, no taking it back. Better to stop dwelling on the murder memories and figure out what to do next.
- So, what now?
Assuming police investigations started this morning, mana pattern tracking would've wrapped up by now. Her pattern's probably in the database, so she's suspect number one. If things keep going like this, she's as good as locked up. In a superhuman prison, no less.
This is ridiculous no matter how I think about it. Haven't even taken her virginity yet—can't let her rot in jail like this. What the fuck do I do with this bitch?
“Dunno.”
- You think I gave you that skill for shits and giggles?
“Heh heh, then what'd you give it for? I figured you knew my situation and sponsored me.”
Fuck. Bit off more than I can chew with this psycho. Thought I'd just pop a high school virgin cherry, but now I'm out a precious apostle slot raw-dogging fate.
Can't cut the apostle contract now, and even if she dies, the slot won't come back. Only one per level, and I blew it like this. Fuck, why me? Regretted mocking her for not reading the contract when we first bound. Turns out the real idiot was me. Dick-led moron hypnotized by high school pussy.
Fuck.
“Hee hee, kidding. You think I'd do something like that without a plan? Sure, I did it in a fit of rage, but I thought it through. Don't wanna end up in prison just for killing trash. Awakened crimes don't care if you're a minor, heh heh.”
“Plan?”
She laughed at my silence, cackling away. Looked like she had something up her sleeve. I figured I'd hear her out—what kind of plan could a delinquent bitch cook up, anyway? Probably half-assed as fuck.
Ye-ji plopped down on a pile of construction materials in the abandoned building. She lit another cigarette with a spark from her fingertip—zap. Exhaling smoke, she murmured low.
“Know where this is?”
“Where the fuck is it?”
Just some construction site, right? I zoomed out the Diorama for a wider view. The surroundings came into focus: half-built abandoned structure surrounded by crumbling shitholes. Looked nothing like 2030s Seoul—more like some Joseon-era slum. Only one place in Seoul this fucked up.
Seoul's Harlem: Sinlim-dong in Gwanak-gu, crammed with criminals, deadbeats, chinks, and Joseon-jok. Private guilds instead of civil servants, heroes instead of cops for security. Government washed their hands after a dungeon popped up spewing mana in the 90s. No normals left—just psychos of every stripe.
Early 2000s, civilians couldn't even approach. Even after heroes and guilds sealed the dungeon, murders popped off daily. Total shithole.
“Sinlim-dong. Gonna become a villain. Join a villain crew, cops won't touch me easy.”
“Oh, really.”
- You nuts? Who's telling you to go villain?
She was in that madhouse, all for becoming a villain. This crazy bitch crawls into a daily gang-rape zone just to lose her virginity? High school girl like her won't last three days before her cherry's glitched out.
“Eh, it'll work out. If you're worried, sponsor me some shit. You're the constellation, I'm the apostle.”
Scratches her belly shamelessly, demanding handouts. Couldn't help it—I slapped her tit.
“Kyaa!”
Still, had to sponsor her something. Minimum firepower to guard her virginity in the slums.
- But on one condition.
“What?”
- Protect your virginity. It's mine. If it looks like you're losing it, run—no looking back. Even if it means getting caught by cops, no losing that cherry.
“What? Virginity? Pffft hahaha!”
Fuck, what's so funny, bitch? I'm dead serious. Half the reason I took her as apostle was the virgin pussy, half the hot high schooler vibe—lose the virginity, and the whole point vanishes.
So, time for the Virgin's Oath. Paper-thin binding, but better than nothing...
“Ahaha, virginity my ass, pffft. Fine, whatever—I'll give it to you. Better you than some random fuckboy. But can we even fuck? We can barely talk proper.”
- Doesn't matter. Once the cops chill out, I'll come claim your cherry. Got it?
“Deal. I'll guard this pussy with my life till then. So cough up the sponsorship already.”
“Fuck, this is making me anxious as hell.”
Wanted to rush over and pop it right now. But Sinlim-dong scared me. Plus, tangling with a murderer bitch? Bad news. Might even tip off cops to my powers if I'm not careful.
But what if some villain fucks her first while I wait? Total bullshit loss...
Maybe go pop it now...?
Ding-dong~.
“What the?”
Pondering whether to go pop the cherry now or play it safe later, the doorbell rang. Who? Nobody visits at this hour. Hell, nobody visits ever. Mom? She'd call first. No missed calls, so not parents.
I shut off Diorama, tilted my head, and headed to the door. Busy as fuck—who the hell?
Ding-dong~.
“Anyone home?”
“Who is it?”
Unknown guy's voice outside. I opened the door to check. Invincible in my room, no fear.
“Hello. Lee Hyun, right?”
“Yeah.”
A uniformed guy stood outside. Outfit looked familiar.
No, fuck—wait. This is the Magic Detection Unit.
We're fucked.