The Woman Whose Eyes Went Blind
I am Kwon Noa. An agent of the Korean Branch of the Special Phenomenon Task Force, and also Master’s Saintess.
It’s been two years since I first became an agent. It was a summer just like this one. The heat is already starting to creep in again this year. Whether it’s the savage weather or the sticky humidity, the workload just keeps piling up.
“Noa? You were supposed to take care of the support fund report from the last investigation team. Where is it?”
“...Third drawer from the bottom on the right side of the team leader’s desk.”
I didn’t even look at the exhausted-looking man. I simply pointed with my finger. He didn’t bother thanking me and just stormed straight back into the office. Must be something urgent.
It’s already been a month since Agent Isabelle Kang—no, Isabelle unnie—returned from the joint mission with the British Branch. Just as Master ordered, the organization still hasn’t noticed that either of us have become Saintesses. That’s a relief. It means the operation to protect Master is proceeding without a hitch.
Both Isabelle unnie, who’s stationed at the British Branch, and I have successfully infiltrated the organization without raising suspicion. However…
“Haa… haa…♡”
In the end, I couldn’t endure the heat crawling up from my crotch any longer. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door.
It’s all because of the punishment Master gave me—my body can no longer climax unless it’s with Master’s cock.
“Chuuup… ngh… huu…♡”
I shoved my fingers into the hypersensitive throat that Master personally modified for me. At the same time, I stroked my crotch over my pants, feeling the damp, feverish fabric. A pleasure that made my whole body feel like it was floating. The stress and lust that had built up inside me made my body tremble violently.
But I can’t cum.
No matter how high the pleasure climbs, the climax that should follow never arrives.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
Because of this body that can’t release its desires, this summer feels even hotter. My constantly burning body draws disgusting stares from several men inside headquarters. When I face all these filthy humans and their pathetic desires, it only makes me crave Master even more.
It’s already been a week since he last called for me. Isn’t it about time for my turn…?
When I slip my hand into my damp panties and pull it out, sticky strands of mucus coil around my fingers. Lately, with all the extra chores, my “heat” cycle has gotten shorter. My body is screaming for Master’s semen. It wants to brew his “liquor.”
I thought about using the “method to contact Master” that Isabelle unnie taught me… but I can’t. This is the punishment Master gave me for what the human Kwon Noa did. I dared to mock the death of Master’s precious companion and even pointed a gun at him. I had been prepared for the ultimate punishment of Incineration, but the merciful Master reduced my sentence.
I cannot betray that mercy any further. Contacting Master just to satisfy my own lust? I won’t do it.
“…Endure it, Kwon Noa… Just until he calls for you… huu…♡”
Still… Master, if possible, please call me soon. The more work piles up and the more stress builds, the closer my sexual desire gets to exploding.
Ah, but at least I’ve finished today’s overtime. I should head back to my personal quarters and masturbate… Of course I still won’t be able to cum, but it’s better than doing nothing.
I buttoned up my disheveled shirt again, wiped away the sweat with tissue, and stepped out of the bathroom. The moment the transparent glass door slid open, I was greeted by a junior from the administrative team. Ah, I have a bad feeling about this…
“Agent Noa! Perfect timing! You can speak Japanese, right…?”
“…Hehe, hehehe…”
“…Agent Noa…?”
I let out a weak, drained laugh without meaning to. So annoying. So annoying. So annoying. I want to throw all this away and spend the whole day having sex with Master. I want to suck his cock♡
“Huu… hu…♡ Ah, no, I was just lost in thought for a second… Anyway, Japanese? There are plenty of people in the administrative team who are better at it than me…?”
I quickly regained my composure and responded in a slightly heated but steady voice. Suddenly asking for Japanese? I only know about three languages, while some people in the administrative team know five. The young administrative staff member, sweating profusely as if in a hurry, handed me a document.
It was a letter from the Japanese Branch and the pharmaceutical company “Alive,” which sponsors the organization.
“The… branch director personally asked me to deliver this to you, Agent Noa. He said you’re the only field-capable personnel left in the headquarters who can speak Japanese.”
“…This isn’t an official joint mission? It has nothing to do with masks or Saintesses either. Securing the identity of ‘Yumekawa Harumu’ and providing mental care? Temporary escort agent ‘Natsuki Hana’? I don’t understand. Are you telling me to go catch this trainee named Harumu?”
“Yes… It’s classified, so I wasn’t told the details, but he said to move immediately.”
The contents written in the document were far too strange for an emergency mission. After securing the identity of ‘Yumekawa Harumu,’ who had left training without permission, provide mental evaluation and care. It wasn’t even a mask-related mission, yet it was extremely secretive and urgent. I tilted my head. Since when did this organization start running a lost child shelter? It felt like I’d suddenly become a babysitter, reading a note of instructions from a child’s parents.
“Overseas travel? I’ve never been before, but…”
“Really?”
Inside Room 402 of the Myth Motel, which had become our hideout. On the wide bed.
That morning, after what happened in Choi Go-eun’s studio apartment, my body had been burning with arousal. But the fanatics’ bodies had grown too dull to satisfy my lust. So I had no choice but to come to this motel near Go-eun’s place, where I happened to meet the two mother-daughter Saintesses.
Anyway, after everything that happened.
Haemi noona, still flushed with the lingering heat from our mixing bodies, smiled and spoke to me.
“Then let’s go this time! Me, Yunsol, and Mom too! And you said the other Saintesses are foreigners, right? I want to meet them too! It’s the first day of vacation, so we can plan it out and go next week?”
“Mmph, slurp… puha. No. Haemi, don’t you have to visit Grandma’s nursing home next week?”
And from even lower down, the mother who was licking the fluids off my cock. It was a bizarre sight—scolding her daughter while running her tongue along a man’s shaft.
“Huh? That’s already next week? Then… how about the week after? Let’s all go together~”
“Overseas travel… sounds good, but shouldn’t you make plans with the people who are actually going? Me, you, Wooju, and that timid friend with the glasses… Yunsol, was it? Is she coming too?”
“Nope~ I’ll ask her right now!”
“…She’ll probably say she’s scared and refuse.”
The sudden talk of travel made me realize I had never gone on a trip during vacation before. Personally, I preferred staying home playing games or watching dramas. Outdoor activities were limited to the occasional soccer or basketball when friends dragged me out. And drinking and smoking. Wow, those last two really make it sound unhealthy.
Anyway, I’m the type who has never left Seoul. At most, I’d gone to Busan on a family trip or Jeju during a school excursion. So the idea of overseas travel honestly sounded appealing. It just never worked out because my family’s schedules didn’t match and my friends weren’t interested.
Haemi noona, whose initiative was second to none, had brought it up. This might be my chance.
“…I’m in. I have time. But what about Yunsol and the other Saintesses… Wait, why are all the people you want to bring Saintesses? What exactly are you planning to do on this trip?”
“You already know.”
“You already know.”
“I’m asking because I don’t know.”
The mother and daughter spoke at the exact same time, with the exact same expressions, as if asking why I would even question something so obvious. Mother chuckled and draped her arm around my shoulder, striking a confident pose.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about money. Wooju, you just lie back and provide the dick. We’ll take care of everything.”
“...........”
“Aww, we already know what you’re worried about, so don’t stress! If it really gets too much, I’ll give you another dose of that ‘constantly throbbing medicine’!”
On the opposite side of the shoulder where Mother had her arm, Haemi noona pressed her breasts against my arm and wagged her tail. Seeing the yellow fluid glistening at the tip of that tail, I carefully turned my stiff neck away.
I drank that stuff mixed into an energy drink once and couldn’t sleep for two days. That was the one thing I absolutely refused to do again.
“Ah~ Now that I think about it, I want a tail like yours too, Haemi! How do you get one? Last time you showed off your horns and everything.”
The two of them kept squeezing closer, sandwiching me between them like two hamburger buns pressing down on a patty. Then Mother suddenly noticed Haemi noona’s gently swaying tail and raised her voice.
“Oh, this? Ta-da! I can even make my eyes completely black like this. And I can wrap my tail around a cock too. See? My tail is super slimy and wet~♡ Wooju loves using my tail as an onahole!”
“You said you just have to wear the mask again? But nothing happened when I tried…”
“..........”
Now was my chance while the two of them were whispering about tails and masks. I quietly slipped out from between them as they remained absorbed in bragging and envy. I grabbed my clothes, picked up only my phone, and escaped the room.
“Phew…”
Luckily, neither of them seemed to notice. Both Haemi noona and her mother talk a lot and have loud voices. Once they start chatting, they completely tune out anyone trying to interrupt them, even if you poke them. If I leave them like that for about thirty minutes, their conversation topic will have completely changed. I should go smoke a cigarette downstairs until then…
I bought a canned coffee from the vending machine, took the elevator down, and left the building. I lit a cigarette and watched the people walking down the street.
Before exams, it seemed like more people wore long sleeves, but now everyone’s in short sleeves. The street looked completely ordinary, and so did the people walking it. I turned my eyes away from the identically dressed crowd and was about to open my coffee can when—
“…What the hell is that… Is that person okay?”
“Shouldn’t we call the police…?”
People gathered in front of the shops were speaking in serious voices, all staring in the same direction. I stopped opening the can, removed the cigarette from my mouth, and cautiously poked my head out to look.
The street that had been perfectly normal just moments ago had suddenly become chaotic. At the end of it, I saw a woman staggering forward with steps that somehow carried an inexplicable power.
She wore a plain white t-shirt and comfortable black shorts. The only thing that didn’t match her ordinary outfit were the black leather boots. In one hand she held…
“Is that a sword…?”
She was carrying a blade that looked like something out of a historical drama. Her faded, colorless hair fluttered as she walked. The woman, taking precarious steps as if she might collapse in the wind, passed right in front of me and then—
“….Hi, ugh…”
She collapsed with a thud.
“…Are you alright…?”
I threw my cigarette on the ground, crushed it under my foot to put it out, and cautiously approached her. I didn’t particularly want to get involved, but none of the onlookers were moving, so I had no choice.
“…Excuse me?”
The woman, who had been kneeling with her head bowed, slowly lifted her face.
“…Mmm? A man’s voice… So big brother helped me? Thank you.”
“…Japanese?”
What came out of her mouth wasn’t Korean, but Japanese. I could understand English, but I wasn’t good with Japanese. The woman, who had been speaking in a language I couldn’t understand, grabbed my hand even though I hadn’t offered it and stood up.
“Sorry, I guess the medicine wore off… My ‘senses’ are spinning~ My head feels dizzy! By the way, where is this place? I was in the middle of my coming-of-age ceremony… If I don’t go back soon, Mom will scold me. Ah, no. Hehehe… Mom said I should greet the person who helped me first. Thank you, big brother…”
“…Ah, I’m glad you’re okay. Oh, translator…”
I realized I could just use a translation app. It might not be perfect, but it should be enough to communicate. She looked like a foreigner and seemed uncomfortable, so taking her to a hospital seemed best. I took out my phone and started typing what I wanted to say into the translator.
‘I’m glad you’re okay, but you still look unwell. Shall I take you to the hospital—’
—Clang!
“Kyaaaaah?!”
“Whoa?! What the… that’s a real sword…”
A sharp metallic sound rang out, and sparks flew from my phone with a crack. The device was cleanly sliced in half along with the sentence I had been typing. The woman had drawn the blade from its sheath in a flash—faster than anyone could see—and swung it upward.
The sword, gleaming with a faint blue light under the moonlight, finally made me start backing away. Between the strands of her snow-white bleached hair swaying in the night breeze, the woman’s face was smiling.
Or was it? Was she smiling? Was she crying? Was she angry? What was certain was that her mouth was smiling, but her eyes held no emotion at all. I kept retreating to escape those eyes, only to trip over a step and fall backward.
Thanks to my lowered viewpoint, I could see her face more clearly behind the hair. Her eyes, drooping as if sleepy, were cloudy and blurred, as if mixed with ash.
Wait… could this woman… be blind?
“I am Yumekawa Harumu. What’s your name, big brother~?”
With the playful tone of a child joking around, the woman crouched down using her gleaming blade as a cane and smiled at me.