Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Settling into the VIP Floor
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The VIP floor where the executives resided was fundamentally off-limits to men.
But that didn't mean the cult's executives handled their own chores, of course.
Instead of men, women volunteered as slaves to take on all the dirty work.
They were treated as regular devotees, not slaves, though.
Still, the tasks they performed weren't much different from those of the slaves below.
The only real difference was...
Their enthusiasm felt fundamentally different from the slaves'.
"Come on, we don't have time! Finish up before the Leader returns from her bath!"
""Yes!""
"Leader's temple must stay pristine—it's tied to our cult's future! Hey, Hye-yeon, finish the window frames and hurry with the curtain change."
"Yes!"
They probably wouldn't clean their own kids' rooms with this much zeal.
They polished the Leader's quarters and handled the executives' grunt work like it was the honor of their bloodline, eyes sparkling as they wielded their rags.
"...You there."
Of course, I threw myself into it too.
As a newbie with months of dorm experience handling the rough stuff.
But.
"For a man to even step into the Leader's chambers is blasphemy enough, and you're moving that slow? Think that'll fly?"
"......"
Being a man.
Even if my merits had earned me permission to work here.
To the devotee who seemed like the head maid, I was nothing but a thorn in her side.
I'd handled everything quickly and efficiently, just like the other women.
Yet the head maid glared at me with clear displeasure.
"Hmph. A filthy man somehow slinking into this sacred place."
She looked late twenties, clicking her tongue as she turned away.
Her neat apron-tied dress hugged her back, and her updo revealed a snowy nape.
Hmm...
Squish, squish, squish—!!
"Aaahn! F-forgive me! I'm sorry! So sorry! Sorry for being a filthy, lewd woman...!! ♥"
Her pussy wasn't virgin-tight, but with limited experience, it gripped me snugly.
Her ass had already tempted me through that dress.
Just like her pale nape, her slim waist and hips felt amazing to watch while pounding away.
Especially grabbing that perfect-for-gripping updo with one hand and slamming my cock in deep.
Then flooding her womb with cum.
Spurt, spuuurt—!!
"Hnngh, haa...!"
As I emptied everything inside, squeezing her tits hard made her pussy clench even tighter around me.
"Now, Head Maid? You can clean my dirty cock spotless, right?"
"Yessh..."
Slurp, slurp.
She had the skills to boss around the other slaves confidently, no doubt.
Her slutty mouth-pussy worked the cum- and juice-smeared cock with obvious delight, cheeks flushing as she shot me a satisfied look.
I grabbed her head and shoved deep into her throat for one more load.
Spuuurt!
"Guhk...! Ngh...! Gulp, gulp..."
'As expected, dominating one executive makes this side a breeze.'
Adapting as a VIP floor slave was this straightforward.
As always, to thrive freely in a new place, control the overseer.
Just like back in the dorms when Chae Soo-ah offered her body to win over the squad leader.
I was using the same playbook.
Calling the head maid to my room and fucking her senseless today? All thanks to Hwang Hana's authority.
These zealots obeyed executive orders like trained dogs, thrilled to comply.
After dumping seven loads into the head maid's womb.
Spuuurt!
"Haaahn...! P-please...! Ngh, forgive me..."
Her Domination reached A-rank.
'Just some nighttime sex, so no complaints there.'
The head maid had no clue about my plans.
No need to carrot-and-stick her into full loyalty like Hong Si-eun or Yoon Ji-hye.
Basic control to keep things smooth here was enough.
The next day.
"......"
"Oops, wiped the table with a dirty rag by accident."
"......"
"Of course, I'll redo it right away with a clean towel. That okay?"
"......Yes."
No more disgusted stares or unfair orders from the head maid.
She even averted her eyes and blushed when I "accidentally" messed up, like it was her problem.
The other cleaning devotees eyed her strangely.
But they couldn't grasp why she was so fidgety.
I knew her inner turmoil, though, so I approached her crossed-leg self and whispered.
"You'll take your punishment for the slip-up properly. ...I'll drop by your room later."
She swallowed hard, eyes trembling, saying nothing.
A mix of distress and anticipation in her gaze.
Later, during break after cleaning.
Squish, squish, squish.
"Aaahn...! N-no...! My voice...!"
Punishment for her "mistake": hiked up her dress, panties down, and stuffed her pussy full.
That secured my slice of freedom on the VIP floor.
Not just the head maid—other maids had gripes too.
They'd stayed quiet at first since she led the charge against me.
But with her silent now, they showed their true colors.
Petty stuff: dumping chores on me, messing up my finished work, fake orders.
Head maid under control meant no big issues.
But on the fifth day working the VIP floor, something grated too much.
Thud.
Crash.
"Oops, sorry, my legs are too long."
The twin-tailed cat-like girl leading the harassment.
She giggled past my sprawled form.
She was driving the group's bottled-up resentment.
Hmm...
Thwack, thwack, thwack—!!
"Mmmph!! Mmph!! Mmmph!! Hn, haaah...!!"
This one's a virgin.
She fought hard at first, so I bound her wrists with her shirt and gagged her with her panties.
Her smooth pink hole.
Shoving my cock into that barely-wet slit drew agonized screams and blood.
Pounding her like rape, third creampie into her womb.
Sssizzle...
"Hngh...! Mmph...! Hnngh...!"
Her hips bucked as her ruined face squirted wildly.
"Legs really are killer. Wanted to show 'em off, huh?"
"Haaah... Haaah..."
Stroking her sleek legs mid-third orgasm made her pussy twitch around my buried cock.
Tits not as big as the head maid's, but plenty to grope.
Her early-twenties slim, toned figure was plenty hot.
"Shall we go five more rounds like this?"
"...Haaah, ...mmph, mmph...?"
Exhausted from back-to-back climaxes, panting, she eyed me trembling at my night-length promise.
"What should we do tonight? ...Hye-won?"
"I have a great idea. Right?"
"......"
From the next day, Hye-won couldn't meet my eyes.
Her harassment buddies looked puzzled.
But without their ringleader pushing, they dropped it.
'Peaceful.'
A week into the VIP floor.
Occasional visits from the head maid or Hye-won, horny and clingy for a fuck—otherwise, blissfully calm.
'Time to get started.'
The moment had arrived.
. . .
The Leader felt more peaceful and comfortable lately than ever.
Maybe because she'd gotten past that headache of a heretic ritual.
Like how you feel extra refreshed after a full recovery from illness.
She'd been basking in something similar.
'Haa... Feels great.'
Especially mornings: early rise, warm bath, then cool breezes in her room.
Lately, those moments brought unmatched ease.
'Peace is the best.'
That day was ordinary too—bathed before bed, heading to her room down the hall.
Evening time.
She opened her door post-warm soak and spotted something off.
'...Who's there?'
Her room flickered in candlelight.
Someone stood by the terrace.
Creak.
Spotting them unaware, she deliberately opened the door louder.
They startled at the noise, turning.
'A male slave?'
The one who'd earned his way up here recently.
The sole irregular working in this men-forbidden zone.
He bowed silently upon seeing her.
'Obedient...'
First meeting, she'd ordered him not to speak without permission.
He was still following it.
Seeing him in her room irked her at first.
But riding high on recent comfort.
Or because he obeyed without fail.
She let the trifle slide.
"What's your business here? Bit late for chores."
Casually, she strode to a chair and plopped down.
Men were lesser beasts anyway.
This was her palace.
He was wallpaper to her.
Like spotting a sneaky cat, she leisurely dried her hair from her seat.
'He wouldn't know what it is anyway.'
One catch: the green crystal floating mid-air.
Only she could operate it; to others, mere decor.
No way to break it without the method either.
Then, after hesitating, he spoke softly.
"Truth is, I'm here to attend to your aftercare tonight."
"...You?"
"Yes."
Aftercare: drying her post-bath hair, trimming nails, light massage for sleep.
'To a male slave...?'
Someone assigned him without her say-so.
Probably a slip-up by the floor's overseer.
'Tell the chamberlain to retrain her later.'
A man touching her body? Absurd.
But moods good lately.
She didn't blow up.
Calmly waved him off.
"Send a proper attendant. You, leave."
But the male slave didn't budge.
Hesitated, then spoke carefully again.
"Well... By the chamberlain's order, all other devotees went downstairs."
"...What?"
"Sorry, I don't know details."
'The chamberlain...?'
Puzzling.
She trusted her enough to delegate most affairs.
Timid and shady, but knowledgeable and reliable.
'...Another heretic issue?'
Urgencies often got handled first, reported later.
Maybe this time too.
"...Haa."
She sighed lightly.
"Fine. Go ahead, then."
Aftercare was her wind-down ritual.
Warm bath, lounge in room, let the languid body be tended.
Then drift off post-massage.
Skipping it tonight, that's all.
'...Drying my own hair never works well.'
No blow-dryer; towel-drying was clumsy for her.
Then.
"Leader, if it's not too forward... may I assist?"
Lee Seo-ho, still standing, spoke up.
"Assist... you mean attend me?"
"Yes. Overstepping for a lowly thing like me, but better than ruining your precious sleep, I thought."
"......"
She gazed blankly at his bowed form.
A man touching her.
Not thrilling.
"You know how to dry women's hair?"
"Pre-zombie crisis, did my little sister's often. Familiar with it."
"Hmm..."
Moods had been golden lately.
Heretic headache gone, peace and freshness lingered.
Craving to keep it?
Or...
That odd sensation every time she heard Lee Seo-ho's voice?
"...Fine. Just tonight, special permission."
She indulged a whim she'd normally skip.