Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: The Executive Takes the Bait
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The lower slaves were smoothly won over by Grace.
Now, nearly fifty people were participating in the nighttime faith education.
‘I might need to switch to a bigger tent at this rate.’
The space that had felt so roomy at first was now packed with people, too crowded to take on any more.
A group this size would definitely have a meaningful impact.
‘Then reactions should start coming soon.’
Sure enough, the next morning, people came down from the upper floors of the hotel, just as I’d predicted.
While we were handling the slaves’ daytime duties as usual, three people approached Yoon Ji-hye, our overseer.
Two of them had muscular builds, just like Lee Seon-ji or Director Heo.
But one stood out as utterly ordinary compared to the other two.
No, her body was the only ordinary thing about her.
Her vibe actually made the plain-looking woman the most striking of the bunch.
“…Th-then you don’t know… r-right?”
“Yes, everything here is business as usual.”
In that instant, my eyes met those of the woman speaking with Yoon Ji-hye.
She had unkempt black hair cascading down to her waist, with long bangs hanging over her face.
And beneath those bangs, dark eyes.
Heavy dark circles and murky pupils created an eerie, gloomy aura.
And above all.
‘They’re huge.’
Her tits were huge.
Bigger than Hong Si-eun’s, even.
Of course, unlike Hong Si-eun’s sleeveless tee that showed everything off, this woman wore a shirt layered with a cardigan, hiding the exact size.
Even so, I could tell.
And that wasn’t all I could tell.
‘She’s finally here.’
She was one of the cult leader’s executives I’d been waiting for.
Especially since, unlike the other overseers, she had two escorts with her—clear proof of her status.
“…Wh-who’s that?”
The executive whose eyes had met mine pointed me out and asked Yoon Ji-hye.
“Oh, he’s a new slave.”
“Hmm….”
I kept up the pretense of working, hyper-aware of her gaze as I braced for whatever she’d do next.
For some reason, ever since our eyes met, she’d been staring nonstop.
“Um…”
Sure enough, she brushed past Yoon Ji-hye and approached me cautiously.
“Y-you. …Come with me for a sec.”
“Me?”
“Y-yes. Drop what you’re doing. …Q-quick.”
As the executive drew near and spoke to me, my fellow workers all turned to stare at her.
She seemed to hate the attention, tugging her bangs down over her face and bowing her head as she hurried me along.
‘Her approaching first? Unexpected.’
It was out of left field for one of the leader’s executives to come to me.
To them, us lower slaves were just interchangeable tools, not worth telling apart.
There was zero reason for her to pick me out of the crowd.
‘…Could it be the Charm Eye?’
Our eyes had met, after all.
Maybe she’d picked up on the odd vibe from its influence and reacted.
“Y-you… you’re the new recruit, right?”
“Yes….”
“I-I’m Hwang… Hwang Hana.”
“Ah, got it. Lee Seo-ho.”
After introducing herself as Hwang Hana, she led me behind the warehouse.
A dim, shadowy corner.
Standing there facing two buff women and this creepy one felt like I was about to get mugged.
Except it wasn’t money they wanted—it was info.
“Since you’re new, I w-wanna ask… A-anything weird going on with the guys? L-like ‘heretic’ stuff?”
Asking a newbie.
That must’ve been why she’d singled me out for interrogation.
As a fresh face with no real bonds to the other slaves, she probably figured I’d rat out easily.
‘…Hmm.’
I paused to think over her question.
My original plan had been to approach her first—she’d come down here on the leader’s orders after sensing something fishy.
But by coincidence, she’d come to me.
And what she was asking about? Heretics.
Looks like Hwang Hana figured any faithless heretics would pop up among the male slaves.
Anyway.
Snitching, huh.
Her coming straight to me was a little disorienting.
But it was actually perfect.
Hmm, snitching.
I smirked at the word.
“Yeah, I know about it. Some of those assholes hold heretic services at night.”
At this point, I decided to play snitch myself.
She and her escorts’ eyes went wide—they were shocked I’d given exactly the answer she wanted.
Hwang Hana’s lips trembled as she slowly opened her mouth.
“I-is that for real? If you’re l-lying….”
“No kidding. Why would I lie? Leaving this place means death.”
“Hmm….”
It had wrapped up too neatly, too fast—Hwang Hana’s face was full of doubt.
But like I said, ordinary folks have nowhere to go if they leave here.
In a spot like this, lying just doesn’t happen much.
“Th-then tell me. Who’re the heretics?”
That’s why she snapped up the bait I’d dangled.
“Sorry. Don’t know exactly who.”
Obviously, volunteering to snitch didn’t mean I planned to spill everything.
I whispered to her in a voice smooth and tempting as a serpent.
“But… I can help you bust them in the act.”
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That night.
Hwang Hana slipped out of her room at the time the new slave had specified, leading her two escorts downstairs.
‘Around five or six guys, he said….’
Was it divine intervention? The heretic hunt, launched on the leader’s command, had reached its answer in a flash.
All thanks to the quick tip-off from that new slave she’d bumped into by chance.
“Y-yeah, my instincts never fail…. Hehe.”
She muttered darkly to herself as she walked the hall.
The moment their eyes first met, she’d sensed something off about him.
Her gaze kept drifting back, and every eye contact sent her heart racing.
‘I-it had to be my sharp instincts nailing that he knew about the heretics.’
Hwang Hana was the delusional type.
What let a woman like her become the leader’s inner circle—an executive in the Hwangmae Church—was her deep, eclectic knowledge, and above all, her intense hatred of men.
She was top-tier among the church women in that.
‘Another win for me—the leader’ll reward me for sure.’
Thinking of the prize soon to come, Hwang Hana’s lips twitched into a grin.
Brimming with anticipation, she headed down.
She linked up with Lee Seo-ho, waiting by the hotel’s east emergency exit.
‘H-he’s got this weird vibe….’
Seeing him again stirred up the same feeling from their first encounter.
Just looking at him made her chest flutter, her trust in him inexplicably rising.
His face wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but something kept pulling her eyes to him.
Still, Hwang Hana never once considered it attraction.
She’d never even imagined feeling goodwill toward a man.
It was just… being near him dulled the disgust she usually felt for them.
“H-has the heretic service started yet?”
“Yes, head there now and you’ll catch ’em red-handed.”
His confident reply carried a bizarre level of trustworthiness.
That’s why she led her two escorts straight to the heretic site he’d described.
Six guys? Her two apostles could handle that easy.
Worst case, she could order nearby slaves to pitch in.
The heretics might as well have been in cuffs already.
‘B-but anyway….’
Hwang Hana eyed Lee Seo-ho’s back as he led the way.
Her gaze lingered on his solid thighs and that broad, manly back.
Even with her low sex drive, some strange pull tugged at her from inside.
‘Once it’s over… maybe call him aside for a bit.’
He’d commendably snitched on the heretics, after all.
Rewarding him her way wasn’t a bad idea.
Summon him to her room, give the prize, chat a little.
‘I’ve never called a guy before… but maybe this time….’
Low libido didn’t mean zero interest in sex.
In a peaceful world, she’d have zero reason to sleep with a man.
But the world had changed.
And as an executive in the Hwangmae Church, if she wanted, she could fuck any guy she fancied whenever.
Lost in that lecherous gaze at Lee Seo-ho’s back.
“We’re here.”
They reached the tent he’d pointed out.
“N-new… it’s a bigger tent than I expected.”
“Yeah, no one uses it at night—perfect for secret meetups.”
He had a point, for sure.
Spacious for just six people.
Which made it all the better for hiding a heretic service.
Hwang Hana immediately signaled her escorts behind her.
They nodded and crept up to the tent flap.
Quiet inside, as you’d expect for a service they couldn’t let slip.
The two guards locked eyes, syncing up.
Then, together.
They ripped open the entrance.
“F-freeze━! H-heretics━! ……Wha?”
Through the gap at the tent’s entrance, flung wide by her escorts.
Hwang Hana strode in boldly, raising her voice loud to announce herself to the heretics.
But that voice faded to a whimper quick.
“Ah… wh-what?”
Because about fifty men inside were staring right at her.
Lee Seo-ho sidled up beside the stunned Hwang Hana as she gawked at them.
He slung an arm over her shoulder.
Then slid his hand down slyly, groping her massive tit just like I’d figured.
“Eek!”
Hwang Hana yelped in shock and turned to him slow.
In answer, Lee Seo-ho.
Flashed her a grin.
“Director… Shall we join the night worship together?”
Hwang Hana sensed something had gone terribly wrong.