Divine Seat

I filmed the Gwangwon Sect's sex ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠party video, then sat down to dinner.

It was Western-style. They'd clearly spent some money — high-grade Korean beef steak and wine. It didn't suit my palate. The steak was overcooked, and the wine was cheap.

After that thoroughly unsatisfying meal, one more item remained on the schedule: a "ritual." Apparently different from the prayer meeting we'd held during the day.

I looked over at Park Su-ho, rinsing his mouth with wine. He'd been oddly drained ever since the sex party. Probably because he'd ejaculated six times in a row. No issue for me, but for an ordinary man it was borderline impossible.

"Park Su-ho. Why so wiped out? You gonna be able to fuck your girlfriend again tonight like that?"

"I-I don't have sex that often. I'm not some sex machine like you, hyung…"

"Then what's the problem? Did screwing other women make you sick of your girlfriend?"

"Absolutely not! My love for Chun-hee is real!"

"That so? Because earlier you looked like you were having a great time fucking those other girls."

"You ordered me to, Yujin hyung! You're the Noble One!"

I gave him a look full of disbelief. Park Su-ho's six consecutive ejaculations. There had been six women on the other side at the sex party. Meaning one load per woman.

"So what's the real reason?"

"…Something. Something feels wrong. I did everything according to the Light God's will, but I feel like I've committed some enormous sin."

I narrowed my eyes at him. Feeling guilt while brainwashed? That was strange.

Is the brainwashing incomplete? Or is this related to Park Su-ho's ability?

I was still turning over the answer when a woman approached his side. Chun-hee. Moai, Park Su-ho's girlfriend.

"Su-ho. What are you thinking so hard about? It's fine that you had sex with other women. I had sex with other men too… and more than anything, it was the Light God's will, right? We were serving Him."

Moai linked her arm through his and whispered into his ear.

"She's right. We were serving the Light God. But you — you were pretty good in bed, huh? Chun-hee. Mind if I fuck him too?"

Dolhareubang appeared, pulling Park Su-ho's head back against her B-cup chest. He swallowed hard, completely at a loss. Watching him blush like that made me want to punch him.

"Ah. Unnie. You're fine. Su-ho seems to like you too."

Moai gave her cool permission. Even I had to admire that open-minded attitude. Sensing the commotion, Sphinx joined them from farther off.

"Let me in too. You know what? Su-ho and I are a perfect match down there. I want to check one more time… Su-ho. Free tonight?"

"Y-yeah. I'm free, but…"

Park Su-ho glanced at Moai for cues. She just smiled like it was nothing.

"How about all four of us do it together?"

"Not a bad idea."

"Come to our room after the ritual, Su-ho."

"Y-yes."

Red-faced, Park Su-ho nodded. He looked like he was looking forward to the harem sex later that night. Watching from the side, I felt zero envy. I'd rather hire a prostitute than have a four-way with a bunch of statues.

Park Su-ho. This bastard blushing is really pissing me off.

I clenched my fist, debating whether to hit him.

"Noble One. Are you interested? Would you like to join ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠us?"

Moai asked me. I recoiled and shook my head.

"I'm fine. I already have plans to meet privately with Kang Jiwoo tonight."

I'd just decided that. Kang Jiwoo wouldn't be able to refuse.

"Ah… with the Guide… I see."

Moai nodded in understanding and went back to chatting with Park Su-ho. The other two women chimed in, and he grinned goofily.

…Got it. These women are assigned to Park Su-ho.

Just as I was getting special treatment, so was he. Though ours were different. I was the Noble One — a VVVIP. No believer in the Gwangwon Sect could refuse my word.

Park Su-ho, on the other hand, felt more like a problem soldier. Not specially respected — specially managed.

Not that strange. Looking at him, he probably spilled everything about his ability already.

Park Su-ho's ability was hard to hide here. The tattoos shifting under his loose training clothes were visible at a glance.

The power to travel to other worlds. Special enough to flip the world upside down if it got out… yet the Gwangwon Sect is quiet. Are they uninterested? Or is it not that impressive from their perspective?

How was I supposed to break Park Su-ho's brainwashing? Nothing I said would get through. If I smashed the buildings I suspected were the source, would he come back?

Probably not that easy. Better to call in a brainwashing-removal specialist.

If an ability to impose brainwashing existed, an ability to undo it had to exist too.

Stack the evidence first. To bring them down in one stroke, I need more of it.

The "ritual" after dinner was also held in the auditorium.

Just like the nude prayer meeting, the administrators collected everyone's smartphones. And from the entrance, they ordered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠people to strip before going in.

"Noble One, you don't need to undress."

"No. I'm a believer of the Gwangwon Sect too. I should strip and return to my pure, original form."

I took off my clothes and stood beside the equally naked Kang Jiwoo. I stepped up behind her as she prepared for the ritual and slid my cock between her thighs.

"Hnn— Yujin…?"

"A revelation from the Light God. Just do what you need to do, Jiwoo."

"I see…. Haahngh…."

I used Erogenous Amplification to soak her pussy in seconds. In under a minute I thrust into the slick, wet heat. Feeling the tight walls wrap around my cock, I slowly rolled my hips.

Squelch. Squelch.

Even with my cock buried in her, Kang Jiwoo genuinely did her job. She directed the administrators to set the mood. Even though it was already night and the sun had set, they drew the curtains over the auditorium windows.

Without the fluorescent lights, the hall was pitch dark. Administrators lit candles with lighters and placed them around the room. An eerie atmosphere took shape.

Squelch. Thrust!

"Haahk, ahn!"

I fucked Kang Jiwoo's pussy, groping her breasts as I watched.

Atmosphere for some kind of evil ritual.

The kind of sinister ceremony you saw in movies and comics came to mind.

"Haah… Yujin. We need to start the ritual soon…. Ahn…."

"Ah. Right. Just a moment. I'm about to cum…!"

I gripped the curve of her waist where it met her hips. I drove my cock deep and pumped her full of cum. Her body jerked as her pussy clenched — she'd climaxed too.

"Hnnnnaaaaaah…."

The moment I pulled out, white semen gushed from her pussy. Kang Jiwoo didn't care. Still trembling with pleasure, she walked toward the altar prepared at the center of the platform. With every step, white cum dripped from between her legs.

I summoned an Auto Camera from my inventory.

The Auto Camera was similar to a drone, but different. First, I could control it freely with my brainwaves. It was small, and unlike a drone, it made no noise.

Lucky for me the auditorium is dark right now. They won't notice the Auto Camera.

Even if they spotted it, I could just claim it wasn't mine.

The ritual began.

She danced atop the altar.

Not the trendy zero-two dance or some idol girl-group choreography.

Holding a faintly glowing knife in one hand, she moved with antique grace. An old-fashioned dance. At once elegant and devout.

Oof. Would've been more perfect without my cum dangling from her pussy.

The semen was so sticky it barely fell even while she danced. Whenever a drop finally did, fresh cum oozed out to hang and sway again.

Eye-catching spectacle, I'll give it that.

Around the time Kang Jiwoo's body was gleaming with sweat, the administrators climbed onto the altar. I saw what they were carrying and my face hardened.

A dog. A cat. A pig. A goblin.

Living creatures, tightly bound. Why bring those? The reason was obvious.

Kang Jiwoo's knife hand moved and struck the dog's neck. The dog's head came clean off. Not her skill — Kang Jiwoo wasn't an Awakened. Her physical ability was ordinary civilian level.

That knife is a special item. Her stance was sloppy and weak, yet it sliced the dog's head off like tofu.

Red blood spread across the altar. The metallic scent of blood hit the air with it.

Next the cat died, then the pig.

Sloppy form, but she's clearly done this a lot.

The goblin was beheaded. She kept dancing atop the blood-soaked altar, and the believers bowed their heads toward it.

Capturing live monsters is illegal to begin with…. The Association would lose its mind if they found out.

Sweat-drenched Kang Jiwoo stopped.

Is it over?

No. Kang Jiwoo drew the knife across her own left wrist. Blood ran freely. In that state she began to dance again. Every time she spun, blood sprayed in all directions.

"Ahh! O Light God! Have mercy upon us!!"

"O Light God! Save this world!"

Voices thick with fanaticism rang out.

Five minutes later, the ritual ended. Kang Jiwoo, who'd cut herself, casually healed the wound with a potion.

"Yujin. How was the ritual?"

Kang Jiwoo asked with a smile. I couldn't openly show disgust. I faked a smile and answered.

"It was magnificent. The Light God will be pleased."

I glanced at the altar strewn with corpses. Animals and a monster. What if humans had been in those sacrificial places?

Even among cults, these people are the genuinely insane kind. Well — this ritual alone is more than enough to shock the world.

Afterward I spent the night in Kang Jiwoo's room, having sex with her.

June 27th, Sunday.

The last day of the retreat. Kang Jiwoo's morning sermon and a short prayer meeting wrapped up the entire schedule. Most of the believers returned to their daily lives, but some remained. About twenty people. Park Su-ho and his girlfriend were among them.

Kang Jiwoo spoke to me.

"Yujin. The retreat schedule is completely finished, but we've arranged to train together separately in Hokkaido. If you're willing, would you come with us?"

Something Park Su-ho had mentioned before. The main purpose was supposedly building camaraderie.

I checked who was going. Mostly women, and aside from the statues, all of them beauties. They'd clearly arranged it knowing I liked beautiful women.

"Is it all right if I join?"

"Of course. Please — I really hope you will. If you attend, it'll be a wonderful itinerary."

"Haha. When you put it like that, how can I refuse?"

I'd planned to go from the start.

The double dungeon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that had appeared in Hokkaido, Japan, and the Gwangwon Sect. I thought about both, then shook my head. No matter how I looked at it, there was no connection. Dungeons were natural disasters that just happened.

While waiting for the plane at the airport, a call came from Baek Jieun.

"What kind of thinking?"

"The Japanese Association is controlling that place. This time I'm just going with a junior I know."

"…Are you going to stop me?"

"Right."

We talked a little longer, then hung up.

Baek Jieun seemed to think I wouldn't be able to do anything.