Chapter 121
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Seal Release (1)
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"Ah? What is this..."
Shock.
Her blue eyes fixed on the space between her legs, shaking violently as if an earthquake had hit.
Well, of course.
My semen was completely plugging the entrance to her pussy.
A white, translucent mass that had hardened into a jelly-like semi-solid, no longer liquid.
Like a cork stopper in a wine bottle, it filled her deepest depths without a single gap.
"Wh-why is this..."
Seraphina desperately tried to activate her skill once more. But there was still no response. She strained with all her might, but still nothing.
Her most powerful weapon, 'Chimera Fact,' remained silent as if it were a lie.
"Still don't get it, Instructor? Your body accepted me because you enjoyed it too much. Can't you tell from the pattern engraved on your stomach?"
"L-lies...! That's ridiculous...!"
Seraphina shoved her fingers into her pussy like a madwoman, trying to dig out and scrape away that horrific foreign substance.
But it was no use.
It had already adhered firmly, like part of her own flesh, refusing to budge.
"If you just wait quietly, your body will absorb it on its own and it'll gradually shrink."
"D-don't talk nonsense! Absorb something this disgusting...! Into my body...!"
"Then what? Walk around with your lower belly all bloated like that? Climb onto the podium at the academy like this? In front of the students?"
"Ugh...!"
At my kind yet cruel explanation, Seraphina's fingers went limp.
The last spark of resistance in her eyes slowly faded.
She understood.
The situation she was in right now.
I gently lifted her chin and met her now-empty gaze.
"Listen carefully from now on, Instructor."
I first shook the document folder from the bag I'd brought, filled with records of Seraphina's corruption.
"First, as you can see, if I wanted, you could be kicked out of the academy overnight and rot in prison for life. It wouldn't just be academy matters—there's the Gray stuff too. You know all about cutting off tails, right?"
"......"
"Second, your body even bears my brand now. You've realized you can't do whatever you want with it anymore."
"You...!"
"Finally, third—and most important—your body might now be carrying my seed. So, any idea what we need to talk about now?"
At my words, her eyes completely crumbled.
"...What do you want."
She had finally declared her surrender.
I gently stroked her cheek and continued.
"Be my woman. Then I'll save you, Seraphina."
"Ha? So that's the bullshit you were spouting... Those documents are all fabricated by you!"
"It's fine to overestimate me, but maybe reflect on yourself a bit, Seraphina? Do you really think I made all this evidence myself?"
Seraphina's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wh-what's your proof?"
"Well, I'm the proof right here. Otherwise, why would I suddenly put you in this state? Because of my ties to you, I even got some stray arrows flying my way."
"At you?"
"You think that newspaper article just fell from the sky? I had no choice. To survive, I fucked the bitch who targeted me—just like I did to you, Seraphina."
I thrust my still half-erect clone right in front of her eyes.
Her face flushed bright red again at the sight. Her body twitched in response, against her will.
"...So in the end, I got the same treatment. Because I tried to use you as my long-term pawn."
And soon, I could feel the last remnants of tension drain from her body. She slumped limply, as if she'd given up on everything.
Seraphina seemed to have accepted, to some degree, that this was a situation she couldn't avoid.
On some level, she even looked relieved.
In a way, I was her lifeline.
If the Black Line's plan had gone through, her situation would have been far worse.
"...So, what are you planning from now on? No, more importantly, do something about this belly. You're not really trying to get me pregnant..."
"Ah, that was a joke. There's contraceptive magic, so you're fine."
At my response, she let out a long, deep sigh of relief.
"Phew, alright. But you didn't stir up all this just to survive and now expect us to go back to normal... So, what do you really want from me?"
To her question, I recalled the grand plan I'd vaguely envisioned for a long time.
The biggest premise was that this world was based on the game Dominant Evil's worldview.
That meant the real protagonists would soon appear.
It wasn't far off. Just a few months from now, at the start of the next semester, a wave of talent freaks called the 'Wave of Talent' would emerge one after another.
No matter what ending I aimed for, I couldn't become an obstacle blocking their path right away. Instead, I needed connections.
As their reliable ally and trustworthy senior, I had to secure a firm position in this academy before they arrived.
"I want to go to Class A."
"...What?"
At my out-of-left-field answer, an odd, subtle expression crossed Seraphina's face.
"What's with that look?"
"You... know Class B is the highest class I oversee, right?"
"I know. Write a recommendation letter or something—recommend me to the Class A instructor."
"Why not stick with Class B? It'd be better for both of us. I could look after you personally, and if you just don't want my classes, I can arrange as many as you want..."
Seraphina tried to persuade me hesitantly. But I cut her off ruthlessly.
"Class A is the goal."
At my firm answer, she finally sighed deeply.
"You've already drawn enough attention in the academy, climbing from the Straggler Class to Class D in just a few months. And with the sect matter, once it spreads, you'll be seen as a promising talent. But Class A on top of that? The entire academy's eyes will be on you."
She warned me with eyes that seemed genuinely worried.
"Class A is on a whole different level from Class D now. Skip classes and wander outside like you do, and you'll be expelled in a single day. Got it?"
"Got it."
"You get it and still want to go?"
"Yeah. No matter what."
The reason I had to climb the ranks, even if by force.
It was the minimum requirement.
"At the very least, I need to reach Class A before the next semester ends."
I'd mentioned it before.
The main story begins when the protagonists appear.
Around that time, incidents like the 'Mock Rift' plan failing or a new rift opening in the middle of the academy would occur.
In other words, the time when a real crisis hits.
Whether I took the villain route or humanity returned to Earth—those were endgame discussions. For the immediate crisis, no matter the excuse, I needed to stick close to the protagonists, survive, and snag opportunities and gains.
At my resolute—almost reckless—answer, Seraphina let out a hollow laugh.
"Heh... So you're an ambitious guy. I misjudged you. Fine. If that's what you want, I can write the recommendation. Not sure if your skills are up to it, though."
At her sweet permission, I smiled in satisfaction. Then I shoved my stirring clone toward her face again.
"Now that business is settled, time to clean up, right? With that pretty mouth of yours."
"...Ugh."
At my blatant command, she glared for a moment but soon nodded obediently.
She knelt and took my clone, smeared with semen and her own juices, into her mouth—tenderly, reverently.
Slurp. Suck. Slobber...
Her cheeks hollowed out.
Paradise Underground. Kang Mireung's Library.
Kang Yura, who had gone to greet her mother upon hearing of her arrival, was in the family library—a place utterly at odds with Paradise's flashy, decadent atmosphere—meeting her mother, Kang Mireung, the owner of Paradise.
'It's been a while since I've been here.'
The antique family library felt as if decades or centuries had passed, filled with the faint dusty scent of very old books and the heavy aroma of leather.
Kang Mireung took a sip of the flavorful coffee her daughter offered and gazed at the worn books on the shelves with nostalgic eyes.
"Back when this Tartaros lived up to its name as the 'Great Rift'... true to its title, the theme here was the demon realm. Countless demons made it their home. Even dream demons like incubi and succubi established themselves as higher intelligent magical beasts."
With each sip of coffee, the small, heart-shaped tail sprouting from her lower back swayed pleasantly.
"Mm... This coffee is especially delicious today."
"Yes. I added a special syrup I thought you'd like, Mother."
Kang Mireung looked at her daughter with warm, gentle eyes after so long and continued.
"Yes, though we were born with human bodies... settling in Tartaros and living the life of Paradise granted us the powers and skills of dream demons. We must never forget that. It's another root of ours. Blood may not connect us, but all who inherit the dream demon lineage are linked. You, me, your other sisters, and even the youngest."
"Yes, Mother. I'll keep it in mind."
Kang Yura fell silent for a moment before cautiously asking why her mother had come down to this underground library in person after so long.
"Is there a special reason you came down here today, Mother?"
"It's about our youngest."
"Why her...?"
"We got a message from the Witch's Swamp below."
Witch's Swamp?
Kang Yura gave a dubious look.
All she knew about the place was that its inhabitants had inherited Tartaros-specific magical beast skills, just as they had inherited dream demon skills.
And that the witch was one of the first-generation heroes active before the Great Rift.
What connection could such a great being have with her little sister, who had just been toying with her instructor moments ago?
"You've educated her well so far, and she's talented enough to awaken her dream demon skill on her own and manage her overflowing lust. I was more than satisfied with that. But it seems there's more to it."
"What do you...?"
"Read this."
Kang Mireung pulled a neatly folded parchment from her bosom and handed it to Kang Yura.
As Kang Yura unfolded and read it, her usually calm eyes widened slightly in surprise.
The parchment detailed all the secret deeds her brother, Kang Ihyeon, had been up to, in great detail.
Forming a guild called 'Arbiter.'
Interacting with the cursed 'witch' Doris Finch and creating her antidote.
Even producing multiple clone dolls through the 'Doll Project.'
Far more numerous and audacious acts than she'd vaguely suspected, all hidden from her.
'No... It's more surprising that I only found out now.'
Kang Yura glanced at her mother, Kang Mireung.
She couldn't guess how her mother viewed her brother's bold actions.
But surprisingly, Kang Mireung's expression was as serene as a lake. No sign of scolding or reproach.
Kang Yura opened her mouth cautiously, tense.
"He's... unlike us. He has talents in other areas too. Even I couldn't predict how far he'd go."
"I see. It seems that way."
It was right then.
Under the library's dim lighting, Kang Mireung's elongated shadow suddenly writhed like a living creature.
"Puha—!"
From the wriggling darkness, a figure emerged.
Long blonde hair, an appearance brimming with exotic allure.
A woman with a thin vertical line on her forehead appeared with a refreshed expression.
The shadow on the floor swelled silently like living ink, soon taking the form of a woman.
Lush blonde hair.
A sly, cat-like face that enchanted like a snake, overflowing with strange allure.
And a thin, blood-red line drawn across the center of her forehead.
But her expression was refreshingly clear, mismatched with her bewitching looks—like someone just woken from deep sleep.
"Mm—."
She stretched languidly with a sense of refreshment and spoke in a drowsy voice.
"Hehe, this doll body is quite usable!"