Who Is That Woman?

"Master! Oh, Master...! ♡"

Dasom noona called out to me in a voice that rose higher and higher as she sank deeper into her own ecstasy. Her body shuddered violently. She shook her hips wildly, lifted her head high, and breathed out what seemed like her final gasps from her slightly parted lips. Bathing in the combined stares of myself, Isabelle, and Noa, she climaxed from nothing more than the prayer she offered with her own mouth.

The sight was so bewildering I didn't know what to say. Everyone except Dasom noona, who was still trembling in the afterglow, had frozen solid.

"....."

"...Is that also one of the mask's anomalies...?"

Everyone except Isabelle, who was curiously analyzing the woman's obscene state as if it were fascinating.

"...What exactly are the mask's anomalies?"

"Ah, that is..."

I naturally passed the conversation to Noa, following Isabelle who had first broken the impasse. Thanks to that, Noa, who had been staring blankly, snapped out of it and began explaining the topic at hand: the mask's anomalies.

"Exactly as the name suggests, we call any phenomenon that differs from the information we possessed a mask anomaly. It's also our role to organize and classify all of them—the phenomena that appear according to each master's individual disposition, or the special phenomena the mask occasionally performs..."

"Those kinds of anomalies aren't left in the records. All the phenomena we've experienced after meeting the Master are unrecorded ones."

"Yes. Representatively, there were anomalies such as a master who retained their reason even after passing the lifeline, a mask that vanished from the scene immediately after the master's death, and a Saintess whose body parts transformed into forms similar to animals... We've never seen anything like this before."

"Originally, it's common for one or so anomalies to be discovered per mask master. However, it is exceptional for more than three anomalies to appear as they have with Master."

So the mask's letters being engraved on a human, the human brain changing to match those letters, a head being swallowed by the liquid a Saintess spits out to become a Dummy Doll, a normal human becoming a Fanatic—all of those were exceptional occurrences?

The Chamber of Desire, surviving past that lifeline while maintaining my sanity, even conversing with the mask. Everything. Everything was a first for me.

"...So you two don't know about things like this either?"

"It's regrettable that we cannot be of assistance, but... yes."

"Good, I understand. Keep writing the report for now. I'll look into this myself."

Leaving the two who each answered my order and turned their gazes back to their laptops, I approached Dasom noona. Her eyes showed no focus, and even in her dreamy state of mind she kept calling out to me while clasping her hands together. It was an appearance that suited the word Fanatic astonishingly well.

"Um... Noona? By any chance..."

Not ruling out even the smallest possibility, I bent down slightly and peered into Dasom noona's eyes. Fortunately, it wasn't what I had feared. Though hazy, her ordinary black pupils proved she was still human.

But why? Why had the Fanatic rune I had never seen before been engraved on her? Why was she calling me Master?

That title was what Isabelle and Noa—the two Saintesses—used when addressing me. So why was this noona, who wasn't even a Saintess, calling me Master and looking at me with eyes that seemed utterly out of her mind?

I decided to ask the person standing right in front of me.

"...But why do you call me Master...? And what is a 'Fanatic'?"

"Yeees! Because you are my God and my Master, a worthless creature like myself could never dare utter your exalted name! And I have embraced your sacred seed and awakened to its holiness! I have been reborn as your devoted Fanatic!"

"It feels like the words make sense but somehow don't at the same time..."

The answer was technically correct, yet it sat in such an ambiguous place that I tilted my head. It really felt like talking to someone deeply immersed in a cult. The fact that the object of that cult's worship was me was a bit unsettling, though...

"...But wait a moment. You said you embraced my seed and realized it?"

"Yes! That's correct! You have saved this filthy body that was living a base and vain life! Aah...! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I will stop selling my body. Since you personally purified this body, I cannot defile it again!!"

"Ah, yes... That's good. But could you let go? It hurts."

I pulled my hand away from Dasom noona, who was kneeling with her black eyes wide open. Fortunately—though it sounded strange to phrase it that way—I had figured out the cause. It seemed my semen, the load I had released inside her vagina earlier, had caused this... I still didn't understand what process had altered a woman's mind, but it was probably that.

If the change that made my cock 1.5 times bigger than before wasn't limited to just the exterior?

I wasn't certain, but if my semen could enter the bodies of normal women who weren't Saintesses and turn them into Fanatics?

"This fucking..."

I swallowed a curse as I glanced back at the mask lying sprawled on the bed, now coldly hardened. I told it to stay quiet, and it turned my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠semen into some cult brainwashing solution? I pressed a hand to my forehead and let out a sigh that rose from deep within at the mask's bizarre, unfathomable behavior.

"My Master? What is the matter?! Is there some problem with your august body...!"

"No, I'm too healthy... They said I'm first-grade in the physical and had no issues in the health checkup..."

I spat out nonsense as my thoughts grew tangled again and collapsed into the chair with a thud. I didn't even fully understand what a Saintess was or what a Master was, and now there were Fanatics? Moreover, following the pattern so far, it would probably be impossible to turn Dasom noona back to normal.

"Then noona, what do Fanatics do? What's the difference from a Saintess?"

Since it had come to this, I might as well ask everything I was curious about. She had already been affected, so she would know what I needed to watch out for. Whether Saintesses could also become Fanatics, whether they only turned through creampies...

"I, I could never dare compare a lowly thing like myself with the Saintesses! Please forgive me!"

"...Sister, she says to forgive her?"

"What? I didn't hear. Say it again."

"A lowly thing like myself with the Saintesses, how could I dare...!"

"Could all three of you please be quiet?"

I chased away Isabelle and Noa, who had suddenly interrupted the conversation while writing their reports. Still, from this conversation the hierarchy seemed to be Master, Saintess, Fanatic... It was good that it wasn't complicated.

"More importantly, I asked what Fanatics do..."

"Ah, aah! I'm sorry...! I, I have been given the glorious role of spreading the Master's teachings to other humans to gather more Fanatics, while also attending to the Master and the Saintesses! Please use all of me as you wish!"

"You don't need to go that far..."

I waved my hand at noona, who kept bowing her head, and turned away. I had thought of myself as someone with quite strong domineering desires. Not only in the Chamber of Desire earlier, but also when watching the Saintesses move according to my commands, I had felt an indescribable sense of immorality. But this level of excessive loyalty was burdensome even for me.

Anyway, did that mean the role of Fanatics was solely to attend to me and the Saintesses? If I thought about it, the mask had also said right before falling asleep that it had 'made toys that obey me,' so it was probably the mask's own consideration in creating errand runners for me and the Saintesses, who would need to lie low for a while.

Why did it give me this kind of consideration without thinking about how I felt receiving it? It made me really want to break it.

"Siiigh... Anyway, noona, do you remember how you came to regard me as your Master? For example, did you hear a voice in your head, or see some strange hallucination... Why did you decide to become my Fanatic? Tell me everything you can remember."

The intention behind the question was to find the exact method of turning a normal human into a Fanatic. The cause being my semen was only my speculation, and there was a chance I might unknowingly turn people around me into my Fanatics. If I knew exactly, I could at least prevent a major accident from happening by mistake.

"Yes! Though my remaining memories are hazy, I clearly felt a warm heat rising from my lower abdomen all the way to my head, tickling right below my brain! That warmth was happy, ticklish, and so happy it made me smile... ♡ And the only thing that came to mind was one thing. It was about you, my exalted Master. Your name, your face, your greatness and kindness... It was like looking up at an incredibly high and beautiful mountain! It is only natural to feel respect and faith toward the Master who possesses the wisdom to listen to primal desires even while living trapped in the frame of society...!"

"Wait, wait, that's too long."

Was this what happened when a normal person became a Fanatic, or was it a coincidence that someone who was originally talkative became one? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I filtered out the overly verbose expressions and began organizing the core of the story in my head.

So after receiving the creampie, thoughts of me appeared in her mind, and she was brainwashed to have faith in and obey the existence called Choi Woo-joo that suddenly dug into her brain.

But with only this, I couldn't accurately know the process.

"Is there anything else? Like, did a method to become a Fanatic appear in your mind or something..."

"...I'm sorry, but I don't really... Since the Master made me a Fanatic, you would probably know well..."

This was bad. Even Dasom noona didn't know how she had become a Fanatic. At this rate, it looked like I wouldn't even be able to jerk off alone. How was I supposed to know when and who my semen would brainwash...

"...Sorry to interrupt while you seem deep in thought, but does the Master have plans to have sex with other women? There are plenty of holes available whenever you want, besides Noa and me."

"...Ah."

She was right. If I thought about it a little, the last time I had handled my sexual desires alone was already a week ago. Since I didn't have a girlfriend, I had been practicing the normal sex life of an ordinary Korean man in his twenties. The only time I'd had relations with a woman this week was the sex with Haemi noona on the day I picked up the mask. And having gotten used to having sex with Saintesses, unless it was a special case like today, I probably wouldn't have relations with a normal woman.

Had I worried unnecessarily again...? No, still, it wouldn't hurt to be careful...

"But what are you doing instead of writing the report?"

"I finished it."

"Huh? Already? Noa said it would take three hours..."

"I've said it many times, but Noa is just slow..."

"Sister."

Isabelle lifted her laptop to show the densely written English report, her cheeks slightly flushed with a nonchalant expression as she pushed her face forward as if asking for praise.

"...Uh, yeah... Good job. Then take a break and help Noa a bit too."

"...Understood. Hehe..."

Even though I had praised my younger cousin before, I had never praised a naked woman older than me. As if I were doing it to a friend, I gently patted her back and said "Good job," and Isabelle smiled brightly before returning to her seat. Sandwiched between three women each with strong personalities, I barely held onto my soul as it felt like it was being sucked out.

Where was I? Ah, anyway, I didn't need to worry about the Fanatic thing. That was it. If so, that was fortunate, but what should I do about Dasom noona who had already become a Fanatic...

With those final words, noona abruptly hung up the phone and looked up at me with an ecstatic smile.

"...Can you really quit something like that so easily?"

"Unfortunately, no... I still want to engrave your honorable face in my eyes a bit more, but the oppa who picks me up is probably rushing over here. So, Master..."

"Wait a second, what are you..."

Chuu— Dasom noona bowed her head and pressed her lips to the top of my foot before lifting her head.

"Please forgive this one who withdraws like this without your permission today... And if you ever need me, please call me anytime! I shall obey your command... ♡"

Once again bowing her head deeply, Dasom noona quickly gathered her things, opened the door to the room, looked back at us, and bowed.

"May the Saintesses also receive the Master's blessing."

"...Yeah, thanks."

Noa and Isabelle also looked at the human woman with awkward expressions. And when noona, who had been politely bowing until the very end, disappeared beyond the door—

"...But who is that woman?"

"...Sister."