University Exorcist (Exorcist Kwon Dahye - Uterus Massage Porcio Ecstasy♥ Pussy Slurp-Slurp Ass Worship♥) (3)
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'In the end, here I am again.'
I still had mountains of work piling up at the station.
Detective Kwon Jihyun let out a quiet sigh, kneading her stiff nape as she stood there. Her team's workload—in the Task Force unit now officially dubbed the "Shadow Company Response Team"—was flooding in nonstop. It all stemmed from the recent explosion of that sleazy vice principal Baek Chunsik's corruption and sex scandals they'd been monitoring. The slippery bastard had dodged police interrogations like an eel until a mis-sent email and a barrage of evidence from self-proclaimed victims sent him straight to rock bottom. Tracing his crimes further pulled up a string of big names, including a National Assembly member, like candy on a chain. The mess had snowballed beyond control.
Needless to say, days were a blur of nonstop frenzy. Yet here Kwon Jihyun was, not at the station, but lurking in an alley near that subway station.
She eyed the unassuming 11-story commercial building from her shadowed spot in the alleyway. This was where she'd met the escaped Seo Eunha before—and more importantly, where she'd tracked that peach-haired woman who reeked of eerie dissonance. It wasn't her first time here since. She'd searched the building inside out and surveilled everyone coming and going, just in case. But nothing suspicious had turned up—no oddities, no shady figures.
She couldn't keep wasting time like this. The police were always short-staffed. Her team was swamped beyond its size, but reinforcements weren't coming anytime soon. Time like this was precious.
'Maybe I should call it quits on staking out this place.'
If it really panned out as suspicious, she could always circle back once things settled down.
...Though what meaning that would even have, she wasn't sure.
"......?"
Suddenly, amid her watch from the alley, Kwon Jihyun spotted someone.
A woman with that distinctive peach-colored hair.
'!'
That woman—that woman! The one she'd glimpsed and lost before!
Despite her flashy looks, the woman had an oddly faint presence. Jihyun had noticed her not because of her appearance, but that subtle, uncanny aura. As someone from a shaman lineage, Kwon Jihyun had a rough intuition—not as sharp as her little sister's, but enough to faintly sense the alien energy of nonhuman entities.
Sssup—
Jihyun drew a deep breath, steadying her wildly pounding heart. She stared at the woman's retreating back for a moment, then slipped out from behind the building like a shadow, tailing her silently.
'Sneaking out of the company during work hours on your own? I'll make sure to report this to the president!'
Kang Rita of Healing Soul stormed out of the building, not bothering to hide her irritation.
It had been ages since she'd last come to the office. She'd had no plans to drop by anytime soon, but an urgent need for company supplies had forced her hand.
Right now, she was pursuing her assigned target, the magical girl Stellaris Hope, plotting ways to corner her. She'd already gotten close a couple times using a disguise, but failed to hypnotize her. Things were getting dicey. The next chance might be her last.
So this time, she planned a more thorough, cautious approach.
'That's why I wanted to borrow some company "items" for once.'
She already had a specific item in mind. She'd told her assistant intern Han Igyeol to fetch it.
But that utterly useless man was conveniently absent when she needed him.
Incompetent, reckless, ignorant, and now lazy to boot. Unforgivable.
Lee Joohee the deputy manager had informed her over a office call. Jihyun had considered ringing Han Igyeol himself and chewing him out to get back immediately, but she didn't have his number. She'd deliberately never saved it, deleting any records each time. Sure, there were ways to call, but she let it slide. She hated the idea of his info lingering on her phone.
'Actually, works out better. Gives me more ammo for the report. I'll list every temporal, mental, and physical loss he caused in excruciating detail.'
The more she thought about it, the more she hoped for more screw-ups like this. She'd compile every flaw, report it all, and push for outright firing. No half-measures like voluntary retirement or pressured resignation.
The thought lifted her foul mood into something almost cheerful.
Screw up all you want, do whatever. I'll remember it all and drag you to the most miserable hell, Han Igyeol...
"......?"
Suddenly, Kang Rita halted, sensing a peculiar gaze, and glanced back.
The street outside looked utterly ordinary, same as always. A few passersby, but no one staring or standing out.
'Felt like eyes on me.'
Just her imagination? Maybe her nerves were frayed from the stalled hunt.
Shrugging it off, Rita resumed walking toward the station.
* * *
The game Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. featured a karma system.
One of this world's key elements, mastering precise karma control was essential for players to survive. That said, certain events only triggered at specific thresholds, so full-clear chasers often pushed it to the brink.
'Not me, though.'
This wasn't a game—it was reality. No save-scumming, no resets. I had zero intention of risking it all for a full clear.
Safe, comfy, smooth, and fun. That's the long-term life I wanted.
And for that, I'd come to see the exorcist today.
"A missing persons case... sort of... but it's a bit weird, clothes...♡"
Exorcist Kwon Dahye's voice trembled as she explained. All the while, I'd been hugging her slender frame from behind, pressing firmly into her lower belly with a deep, kneading massage.
Her friend Ji Yoon clung to Dahye's chest, flicking her petal-like nipples with teasing licks.
The "College Student Disappearances". A normal missing persons case would've gone straight to the cops—no exorcist territory.
But this one was bizarre on multiple levels. Calling it a true "disappearance" even felt off.
Per Dahye, students had been vanishing mid-semester since last year. Durations varied from a week to a month. Most returned claiming a "personal trip," but ditching classes for vacation mid-term was fishy. Some were diligent types who couldn't afford to lose scholarships.
No major criminal fallout since they all came back safe, but witnesses noted a common thread: the returnees felt "like different people."
"And now... most of them have dropped out... even seniors with just credits left..."
"That's weird."
"Super weird, right?"
I chimed in as Ji Yoon nodded along. Meanwhile, we kept ravaging the exorcist's body.
The aphrodisiac was potent, but Dahye wasn't developed enough for womb massage alone to push her over the edge yet. To ease her into bliss, I pressed her lower belly harder while rubbing her mound and clit gently with my palm, layering the stimulation.
Even mild, it drew wild reactions. Soon, syncing with my pressure, she shuddered in my arms to a climax.
Confirming her peak, I shifted to obsessively stroking her underarms next. Hands full, I left her pussy to Ji Yoon entirely.
Womb massage, underarms, womb, underarms—this routine for the next 30 minutes. Normally it'd take longer, but the drug sped things up nicely.
"But why bring it to an exorcist? Definitely odd, but cops seem more fitting."
Even hearing it again, it screamed police work over spiritual.
"...Most dropped out, but not all. One didn't."
That one's an acquaintance of this exorcist. Not close, but enough to call "someone I know."
"From her... I sensed a thick yokai aura. This is clearly a spiritual crime with a perpetrator."
And that perp? Probably a yokai only an exorcist could exorcise.
Now it clicked.
. . .
They say crisis breeds opportunity.
This adage pops up often in Healing Soul Co.. Bad events from karma buildup lead to ruin with wrong choices or poor prep—but overcoming them purges karma way more efficiently than normal events. Sometimes you score rare loot unavailable otherwise.
True "crisis is opportunity"—worth the risk.
'Though some are near-impossible depending on difficulty.'
Anyway, this disappearance case warranted a deeper dive.
* * *
I'd gotten plenty of intel, but heading back to the office now felt off timing-wise. Straight home it was.
Dahye and Ji Yoon had planned dinner then class, but I switched dinner spots and nixed class attendance.
Life's full of things way better and funner than credits.
'They couldn't focus anyway with the drug still lingering.'
Both were still breathing ragged, faces flushed. I led them from the clubroom to Dahye's studio apartment nearby.
Exorcist's pad? Had me hoping for flair, but aside from training weapons and a few talismans in the corner, it was your standard co-ed's room.
"Ah, aaah...♡ My hips, they won't stop... whyyy...!"
"Good, so good, you're doing it just like I taught. Tense your belly more, focus on your pussy~."
"Stop... stooop... ah, aaah, cumming...!!"
Dahye straddled my hips, shaking her ass in devoted pussy service, while Ji Yoon glued beside her, lost in pleasure.
We savored this thick, joyful time in her cramped studio until night deepened and the drug's grip finally eased.
Dahye and her friend seemed super pleased. Perfect. Really.