First Apostle

Because she'd witnessed a man's head exploding right in front of her eyes, So Eun-byeol's mental state had been utterly shredded. She hadn't slept a wink, and dark circles had formed under her eyes.

To comfort her—and, while I was at it, to get a peek at her tits and pussy—I decided to make her my first apostle. Awakening was usually seen as the starting point of a life-changing reversal of fortune. If my sponsorship wormed its way into her life of pulling all-nighters at a convenience store part-time gig, she'd probably forget all about that incident at dawn. Then she'd uncurl herself and show me her tits and pussy.

First, should I talk to her? Before sponsoring her, I decided to reveal my presence. If I just sponsored her out of nowhere, she wouldn't even feel grateful toward me.

I sent a message to Eun-byeol.

"Wh-what the hell is this?"

Oh shit. I hadn't changed my name.

Eun-byeol's eyes went wide as saucers, and she whipped her head around, scanning her surroundings. Her eyes trembled—she was seriously freaked out. And I was fucking freaked out too.

'Dick-About-to-Harden Guy' was the trashy name I'd slapped on last time to mess with that slut. I'd forgotten to change it after screwing with her. No matter how badly a woman wanted to awaken—even a pure one like Eun-byeol—she sure as hell wouldn't contract with someone sporting a name like that.

I'm fucked.

I racked my brain furiously. How the hell was I gonna salvage this?

Good idea mode: ON.

A brilliant thought hit me. I was definitely a genius.

I quickly changed my nickname. Then I sent another message to Eun-byeol.

. . . And I kept changing my nickname and spamming messages. Fluid clone technique? Nah, since it involved nicknames, maybe half-anonymous clone jutsu? It didn't cost points to change nicknames, so it was doable. Any trash that charges 3,000 won just to change a damn nickname deserves to die. League of Legends, obviously.

Eun-byeol was panicking at the nonstop flood of system messages. I figured it was time to wrap this up. All those constellation names she was seeing were fakes, so before she picked one, I needed to burn my real presence into her mind.

What name should I go with? I slapped together something cool-sounding and sent her another message.

Then I switched my name to 'Other Constellations' to make it look like 'Observer of Fate' was some big shot who scared the rest off.

Phew, barely salvaged it. It cost a shit-ton of points, but the message spam made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her forget all about 'Dick-About-to-Harden Guy'. Her eyes were still bugging out as she looked around frantically.

Finally, pussy time.

But my boner had gone down. Priority one: make her my apostle. Jerking off could wait.

"Um, excuse me... who are you?"

"C-contract?"

"What is that? S-sorry, but I have no intention of getting dragged into anything weird."

This emotion-only communication bullshit was making proper conversation impossible. I wanted to just straight-up say I'd awaken her, but I couldn't. It was frustrating as hell. Emotions could only convey my state or subjective feelings. For actual info, I'd need at least an indirect message—and that shit was way too expensive.

As I pondered, a system window popped up. It was offering to show her the contract details. No SP cost, so no reason not to. Hell yes.

Once I sent the contract info, her eyes darted around rapidly. She was reading the system message.

"S-so, does that mean I can awaken too...?"

Gulp. Eun-byeol swallowed hard. Her pupils quivered. She'd never even dreamed that awakening luck would come her way.

But she didn't agree right away. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke up again.

"Before contracting... can I ask a few things?"

Damn, she was cautious. If this chance had come to me, I'd have jumped on it without a second thought. Chatting cost SP too—couldn't she just become my apostle already?

"W-well, it's just... this part in the contract says that if I become an apostle, I can't disobey the constellation's words, and that's bothering me a bit..."

Was there a clause like that? News to me. Apparently, apostles had to obey whatever I said. No wonder she was hesitating. Even if she wanted to awaken, nobody ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wanted a slave contract on top of it. Unless she had like 10 billion in debt back home or something.

I threw out various reassuring emotions to calm her down. Once I hammered home that I was a nice constellation, she finally nodded slowly. Truth be told, she'd probably intended to accept from the start. Just a momentary waver. Awakening was that tempting. Even a diligent girl like Eun-byeol couldn't resist the bait. And half of it was true—I was harmless. Sure, she had to obey my commands unconditionally, but indirect messages cost 1,000 SP per character, so I couldn't even issue orders if I wanted to.

I sponsored her a skill: the old Slash (F) I'd gacha'd before. Beatdown (D) was higher rank, but its name was retarded, so I went with Slash. Eun-byeol squeezed her eyes shut and accepted my sponsorship. A burst of pure white light flared from her body, then faded.

Just like that, she became my apostle.

Apostle management, huh... Tempted to check it out, but I put it off. Right now, Eun-byeol was trembling right in front of me. She was imprinting the skill. A naked college girl shivering under the shower spray—who had time for apostle management? Time to jerk it.

She'd uncurled sometime during the contract, revealing her pretty pink pussy and tits. Missing this chance would've made me a retard.

My cock was rock-hard already. I grabbed it and shook vigorously. Her jiggling tits and ass, the clear water cascading down—it was all fuel for my load.

By the time she finished imprinting Slash (F), psshht.

I unleashed mercilessly. [Consuming 5 SP.]

I materialized the cum I'd just shot. Thick white globs spurted out, splat, sticking to her black hair. The water washed away the liquid bits, turning the cum into pearly clumps.

But she didn't notice. She was too lost in the afterglow of awakening—and the warm shower water kept flowing, so she couldn't feel the jizz in her hair anyway.

Perfect scene. Gotta document this. I snapped pics and vids with my iPhone. Luckily, the Diorama feed recorded fine on my phone too.

"Curious about what...? Ah, something feels weird. Like someone stuck a finger in my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head. It's... a feeling I've never had before."

No idea about fingers in her head, but I sure stuck cum in her hair.

[TS Shampoo] Eun-byeol squeezed out some shampoo and lathered her hair. The foam from that ominously named bottle swept the cum away.

Mission success.