Infiltration (Exorcist Kwon Dahye - Useless Blowjob Slave ♥ Cowgirl Investigation Report ♥ Pussy Service ♥) (3)
Even after that, the exorcist had to endure being toyed with all day long. She'd originally planned to meet her sister today, but it got canceled. On Igyeol's orders, she'd sent a rejection text. If there'd been no contact at all, her detective sister might have sensed something was off. But it seemed like outside help was still out of the question.
At least she'd managed to attend classes—that was some small comfort. Of course, she barely made it there, and even then, he kept tormenting her physically and mentally, so not a single word of the lectures got through. It was Friday, so classes ended early, which was a blessing. She got home sooner than usual today. But of course, that man was with her on the way back. He had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.
Once they returned to her room, what followed was something he called "training" from his assistant. Or at least, that's how it felt—the memories after that were fragmented, like chunks had been snipped out with scissors. She couldn't recall properly, but the burning shame all over her body and the lingering sweetness of overwhelming pleasure still faintly haunted her mind…
Two more days passed. Friday had been two days ago, and yesterday and today were the weekend.
Slurp… Slurp… Slurp… Chuup…
"This is delicious. Your friend knows how to cook, huh?" Igyeol said, twirling his chopsticks with admiration in his voice.
Sitting beside him was Dahye's friend, Jiyoon, smiling with flushed cheeks. She was naked except for a single apron draped over her front.
"I've been living alone since high school. I got into it somehow, and it's fun, so I do it a lot."
"Since high school? Must've been tough. Worlds apart from our exorcist here, who was still throwing tantrums at her parents even after starting college."
"Dahye's busy with exorcist work. Can't be helped, right? …Though it was a shock that your kitchen had nothing in it. The frying pan and pots were bought in a rush just now…"
This was Dahye's one-room apartment. But over the past few days, Igyeol had taken it over like it was his own home. The table was laden with neat, home-cooked dishes showcasing Jiyoon's skills. For Dahye, who usually survived on retort foods or delivery, it was an unfamiliar sight. The only cooking she could manage was instant ramen or fried rice.
In the end, cooking for Igyeol fell to her friend Jiyoon, while the useless, incompetent Dahye had been demoted to blowjob duty under the table. As he savored Jiyoon's lovingly prepared meal, Dahye knelt on the floor below, her mouth stuffed with his cock, sucking diligently.
'Lick under the glans, in that little dip… Gently massage the ballsack with my hands… Suck like this… Maybe this feels better…'
Lost in a daze, fixated on ways to please him more, Dahye suddenly jolted back to her senses. The slightest lapse in focus, and her brain would switch entirely to satisfying him without a shred of resistance. Even though he was the criminal scum who'd humiliated and defiled both her and her friend.
'…I'll kill him… For what he did to me… to my friend…'
Her friend seemed completely under his thumb. She obeyed his every command without question, gazing at him now with eyes full of affection, like a newlywed or lover. One slip, and Dahye would end up the same. She felt that ominous hunch deep in her gut.
"It's coming soon, Exorcist."
"Mmph…♡!"
Dahye's head was grabbed, and her mouth was ravaged by Igyeol's cock. She had to stifle coughs multiple times as it thrust into her throat. Moments later, hot, thick fluid spurted into her mouth—spurt, spurt. Treated like a toilet, she swallowed every last drop of his musky cum without spilling a bit.
Gulp… Even after he finished, she dutifully sucked out the remnants from his urethra. Utterly humiliating, but her body moved on its own—nothing she could do about it.
"Good job, Exorcist. Now come sit and eat with us. Your friend's cooking is amazing. Savor that home-cooked taste you can't make yourself."
"…She did the cooking, so why are you acting all smug…"
The rest of the meal was tainted by the taste and smell of semen, making it hard to judge Jiyoon's cooking.
To exorcist Kwon Dahye, Han Igyeol was a massive enigma. All she'd learned in the past few days was that he was trash with depraved tastes—a perverted criminal. To reiterate, he was utterly unforgivable scum. The kind of garbage heap that needed to be incinerated first for the good of the world.
A week ago, after confirming an ominous prophecy, she'd stormed into the company where he worked. Those memories were finally clear now, thanks to Igyeol unlocking her sealed recollections. There, she'd fallen into a trap, been hypnotized, lost her virginity, and been thoroughly ravished. From that moment, she'd been in the palm of his hand.
'I hate him so much. So much resentment…'
But no matter how much she thought about it or observed him, Igyeol remained a mystery. She couldn't figure him out at all. His identity was unknown. What was he thinking? What kind of person was he? She had no clue.
Why had a pure human like him been in that yokai-infested space? And how could he wield techniques to control people like that? She'd experienced the danger and strangeness of his abilities firsthand two days ago at school—not just in the morning lecture hall, but during lunch and after. He distorted and twisted people's perceptions without warning. Sorcery or spells could mimic it somewhat, but not replicate it exactly. Watching him up close, she even wondered if it was divine power.
-What? Magic? Spells? Nah, nothing like that. I can't do any of that stuff. It's just a skill, a technique. Anyone can learn it.
-Can't figure it out at all? Of course not! Even as an intern, I'm a pro. If amateurs or clueless civilians could spot it, I'd be out of business. Like how regular folks don't notice a magician's tricks.
He claimed that, but she couldn't buy it. Though it was better than the gods of this world being trash like him. Everything was a mystery, but the most baffling was why he'd volunteered to help with her work.
The bizarre "chain of disappearances" at her university. He was staying in her room, coming and going from school to catch the culprit and solve it. Two days ago at school, he hadn't just toyed with her—he'd meticulously scouted the campus layout and busily prepared in ways her mind couldn't grasp.
'Can't let my guard down just because he's helping. I don't know his motives or reasons.'
Dahye bit her lip, staring at her reflection on the table.
'If worst comes to worst, even if it costs my life… I'll eliminate him.'
Maybe that horrific prophecy she'd seen recently pointed to him as the disaster. If it came true, letting him be would doom the world to unimaginable ruin.
―― "That One" is Coming.
Once karma builds up past a certain threshold, bad events inevitably trigger. The figures at the center of these ominous signs are all dangerous and twisted, but conversely, fully subjugating and training them—or resolving their personal issues—significantly reduces karma. A kind of equivalent exchange.
That's the harvest I'm after, which is why I've come to Cheonmyeong University. Using Exorcist-nim's one-room as a base, I'm steadily infiltrating the surroundings and laying the groundwork. Luckily, this week and next have loose schedules, giving me plenty of time to move. But come next weekend, I'll be back to my main job and swamped, so I need to wrap this up in this grace period if possible.
"Haa… Nng… Ahh…♡ No yokai presence in the dorms… strongly… The culprit isn't a student, or if they are… Nngh…♡ not living in the dorms… Aah…♡"
Dahye rode atop Igyeol's hips, servicing him with her pussy while reporting her investigation findings. From afternoon to evening, per his instructions, she'd scoured every corner of the school dorms, senses sharpened as an exorcist, tracking yokai traces. But there were no promising leads.
Yokai naturally leave unique residues just by existing, especially in places they linger long-term like residences. Yet she found none in the dorm buildings or surroundings. At best, a few stray spirits she could dispel with a single breath. Even the sorcery traces on students were sloppily left behind. No way such a careless foe would bother hiding dorm presences, Dahye judged.
"Good, good. Nice work investigating. But I can't agree the culprit isn't a student. Call it half gut feeling."
Igyeol kneaded her ample breasts roughly, replying leisurely.
"Huu… Hng…♡ Uuugh…♡"
"Today I checked out Heukji University. Turns out I have a connection there, so it was smooth. Anyway, they had similar disappearances. This isn't just Cheonmyeong's local issue."
Instead of replying, Dahye ground her hips in big circles atop him. Then she bounced her ass up and down fiercely, swallowing and spitting his thick cock—schlop, schlop. Pleasure hit delirious highs each time; she felt like she'd cum right there. Her initial services for Igyeol had been clumsy imitations, fresh off learning sex, but now they were taking shape. And as her technique grew skilled and familiar, the pleasure intensified. Today's aphrodisiac amplified it several times over…
"Cheonmyeong University, Heukji University… And there's another school nearby, right? Hwangeol University, I think. I'll check there tomorrow. Come along just in case, Exorcist-nim. …Gut feeling, but I have a hunch something good'll happen."
No sooner had Igyeol finished than Dahye's restraint shattered.
Aaah…!!
She clutched his body tight, arched her back like a bow, and climaxed with a lewd cry. Her breasts quivered in the air; her pussy clenched his cock in rhythmic spasms.
But Igyeol gave no respite. He gripped her slack waist in the afterglow, treating her like a living onahole and pounding her pussy relentlessly. Even as she begged no and shook her head, he didn't stop.
"Aa… Aaaaah…! No…♡…!!"
And soon, he came. Thrusting up hard, he flooded her deep insides.
Spurt, spurt, spurt… Thick, musky semen filled her womb… Dahye trembled again at the welcome sensation…
