Divine Seat

"Seong Yujin. Listen carefully. Do nothing. There's nothing you can do. You're the only one who knows this information about Suwol Guild. They're backed into a corner right now. All the goodwill and reputation they've built is about to come crashing down. You don't poke a cornered beast that's already seething with poison. Understood?"

Baek Jieun's voice was urgent.

Of course I knew what she was worried about. She was afraid I'd take my hostility toward Suwol Guild and dump this information on the press.

I had personal ties to Suwol Guild — more precisely, connections formed through Han Ayeong and Han Harin. But that was all they were. Suwol Guild could turn on me whenever it suited them.

Making an enemy of Korea's second-ranked guild just because I'm a promising hunter would be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pure stupidity.

With my current strength, I couldn't handle Suwol Guild. The guild I belonged to — Seven Tier — was a nobody outfit. No help there.

Still think I'll just sit quiet? The second Han Ayeong steps out of that dungeon, I'm making calls.

I ground my teeth. A hunter going missing was a common enough accident in this business. But if Suwol Guild had handled things better, Han Harin might already be back in Korea, hanging out with me.

"Seong Yujin! You're not thinking anything weird, are you?"

"Weird thoughts? Not me. But why isn't the Association moving?"

"…Suwol Guild is bigger than you think. Their influence is massive."

"Still not bigger than the Korean Association, though."

"The higher you climb in society, the more tangled everything gets. Give it a few years and you'll understand what I mean."

I already understood. I'd lived it firsthand through the Vampire Detective world and the Baekhwan world.

"You really think Suwol Guild can ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clean this up?"

"They'll manage somehow. Han Harin herself was part of the raid team they sent into the Japanese erosion dungeon. They'll wrap this up before Han Ayeong finishes clearing that S-rank dungeon in Australia. They have to — otherwise their relationship with her falls apart."

Han Ayeong doted on her little sister. Suwol Guild knew that perfectly well.

They chose to handle it themselves rather than go public and ask the Association for help. If they succeed, the hit to their reputation and stock price will be minor.

And if they fail?

Suwol Guild and Han Ayeong's relationship would plummet straight into the abyss. Right now, Han Ayeong was the most popular S-class hunter in Korea — young enough that her future was guaranteed. This whole mess was a matter of life and death for Suwol Guild.

"Yujin. I've got work starting at dawn tomorrow. Be at my place by six a.m. Got it?"

I ran through Baek Jieun's schedule. She had a broadcast appearance at ten in the morning. Beyond that, her morning was clear. She was calling me in early because she was afraid I'd do something stupid.

"…Fine. I'll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be there by six."

"Bring an americano when you come. You know I'm an iced-americano-or-death kind of girl."

"Okay."

The call ended.

Baek Jieun wanted me to sit still, but I couldn't just sit still. She had her connections — and I had mine.

I pulled You're My Sex Doll from my inventory. The person installed on this doll was Amatsuka Koyori — an S-class hunter of Japan and the highest shrine maiden of Huka Shrine. After becoming S-class, she had seized control of the Wind God Guild, one of Japan's major guilds. Since the Wind God Guild had always been tied to Huka Shrine, the takeover hadn't caused much friction.

Japan was different from Korea. The hunter world and the political world were deeply intertwined. In that sense, Amatsuka Koyori was a recognized power broker even within Japan.

"What's Amatsuka Koyori doing right now?"

Through the smartphone linked to the sex doll, I could see exactly what she was up to.

Dressed in her shrine maiden robes, she sat alone in a room, quietly eating dinner.

Kneeling on the floor with her back perfectly straight. Not a single strand of hair out of place — the picture of composure. Even as her hands moved through the meal, her body never swayed. Something about the shrine maiden attire made her look almost sacred.

A white cord binding her long black hair. The classic Japanese shrine maiden garb — white upper robe, crimson skirt. A clean, pure face. Looking at her again, she really was a beauty.

I undid the upper robe on the sex doll. On the smartphone screen, Koyori's shrine maiden robes fell open the same way.

Her eyes flew wide in surprise. The sex doll linked to her wore the exact same expression.

The sex doll feels almost like a real person. It's been a while since I touched one.

I stripped off the upper robe, and a pair of round F-cup breasts bounced free. Her light-brown nipples stiffened as blood rushed into them.

"Ah… W-Wind God! You bestow your grace upon me…! This Amatsuka Koyori has purified herself and waited for you always! Nngh!"

With the assimilation rates maxed out, the sex doll was indistinguishable from a real human. She even spoke Japanese.

I kneaded Koyori's breasts for a long while, then pulled down my pants and underwear and freed my cock. I laid her on the floor and stripped off her skirt. Per my previous orders, she wasn't wearing any panties. Unlike Baek Jieun's smooth pussy, hers was thick with hair.

The well-shaped labia minora had darkened slightly — the one flaw of Koyori's pussy. Her clit and inner flesh were pink. She was already thoroughly wet.

I pushed my cock in.

It sank deep. It had been a while — she was quite tight.

"Hahk! Wind God! Wind God…!"

I gripped her long, pale thighs and started thrusting. Slap, slap, slap. Flesh striking flesh, pubic hair grinding together.

"Haaaang! Ahn! Wind God…! I've waited for you, Wind God! Aaahn!"

The pure face of Japan's foremost shrine maiden twisted into something lewd. Listening to her ragged moans, I picked up the pace.

First things first — one load to start.

I felt the semen rising from my balls. My body shuddered as I came inside her pussy.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaang!"

Thanks to the maxed assimilation rate, white cum was dripping from Amatsuka Koyori's pussy on the screen as well.

I looked down at her abs. Her trained eleven-pack was smooth, without a scrap of excess fat. I brought my index finger to her stomach.

"Hiiit?! An oracle…! It's an oracle! Yes! Wind God! I am ready to receive your divine command!"

I moved my finger, writing characters across her abs.

Korea's Suwol Guild has been dispatched to Hokkaido. Investigate the Japanese Association, Suwol Guild, and the erosion dungeon that appeared in Hokkaido. I will visit at this same hour tomorrow.

"Yes! Wind God! No matter what, I will have the information by this time tomorrow! Please, grant me more of your grace!"

Diligent Koyori would get it done. I flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed her round ass, and started fucking her from behind.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahn!"

Thursday, June 24th.

After a stretch of silence, Park Su-ho finally contacted me.

I tilted my head. Three days ago he'd been bragging about his girlfriend and insisting the Gwangwon Sect was perfectly fine. Now he was singing a different tune.

He was casually pitching sex-based recruitment.

For a moment, I was tempted. Apparently some fantasy about sex-proselytizing still lingered in me. I hesitated, then tapped out a reply.

"Fuck. I'm losing my mind. We've got a Moai, a Dol hareubang, and a goddamn Sphinx in there."

These women were pretty? Park Su-ho had clearly lost it.

"Whoa."

The exclamation slipped out on its own.

I was already picturing dozens — hundreds — of people praying completely naked.

The Gwangwon Sect was a cult, pure and simple.

Weirdly familiar, though. In the Level Up System world, I was a cult leader myself.

Being a cult leader was convenient. The followers propped you up on their own. In some ways it was easier than being a king. Money, women — there was nothing you couldn't get.

I had zero expectations.

Park Su-ho's standard for "pretty" had already left common sense behind.

"Hah! What the hell? Why is she actually pretty?"

My eyes went wide at the photo. A woman with a pure face and charming dimples in her cheeks. Overall cute features, a slender build, long limbs.

I quickly searched the name Kang Jiwoo online. There was an article from three years ago. She really had been in a girl idol group — the kind that failed from lack of popularity.

Sex proselytizing!

A woman like that doing sex recruitment? I swallowed hard.

Just have sex and don't join the religion. Easy.

Japan.

The place where Han Harin had gone missing. Irritation flickered through me and I frowned.

Hokkaido. The place with the erosion dungeon where Han Harin had vanished.

…The erosion dungeon is only one part of Hokkaido. One dungeon doesn't make the whole island dangerous.

Coincidence. That's what I told myself — and yet it kept nagging at me.

"This crazy bastard."