Radiant Ascension Path

I sat up and took in Yeon Ye-ha's naked body.

I'd seen it only yesterday, yet it felt brand new. Those full breasts. The lean, hard abdominals with their clean eleven-line definition. Even her navel was cute. Her ass was every bit as lush and beautifully shaped as her chest. Those white, firm thighs looked sweet enough to bite, and her long legs might as well have been works of art.

My gaze drifted toward her groin. Her thighs were pressed together, so her inner lips were hidden; ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all I could see was the soft, faintly raised mound of her pussy. Carefully, I took hold of her ankles and spread them apart.

There it was—the pretty little pussy that had still been a virgin only yesterday. The pink inner lips were sealed tight against each other. Whether from the lingering effect of Erogenous Amplification or not, they were already slightly wet.

I parted her with my fingers. As the lips opened, a sticky thread of arousal stretched between them and snapped. The entrance twitched. I smirked down at that adorable pussy, then stroked it with my palm.

…Wait.

The texture wasn't what I'd expected. It should have been soft and smooth. Instead it was rough.

Her pussy hair grew this much in a single day…?

Looking closer, I could see short, stiff hairs like pencil leads driven into the skin. I couldn't just leave that alone. I reached into my inventory for a razor—then pulled out depilatory wax instead.

Time for a perfect waxing job.

Crackling sparks of lightning heated the wax until it turned thick and pliable. I spread it over her sex and pressed paper strips into place. Once it had set, I ripped it free in one clean pull.

Rrrrip!

"Nngh—?!"

Yeon Ye-ha jerked hard. She didn't wake. The Soul-Binding Pill's effect was truly outstanding.

Rrrrip! Rrrriip! Rrrrip!

I finished the job right down to the hair around her asshole. Permanent removal never crossed my mind—pussy hair was part of the charm, after all. I cleaned her carefully afterward. The skin around her sex had flushed red. Smiling, I lowered my head and spread her open again. Maybe it was the Erogenous Amplification, or maybe the waxing itself had aroused her, but her clit had already slipped free of its hood and stood stiff and eager.

I toyed with that cute little clit between my fingers, then set my mouth to her inner lips. I worked them with slow, wet kisses, teasing the plump folds until a rush of fluid spilled from her entrance. I licked around the hole, then pushed my tongue inside.

"Mmnh…"

Her hand found my hair. There was no strength in it—just a sleep-dazed touch. I kept sucking at her until her pussy convulsed and a small squirt of fluid sprayed free. I wiped the salty wetness from my cheek with my palm, then guided my erect cock into her.

Her pussy clamped down as if it had been waiting for me. She was warm inside. The writhing walls were exquisite. The tightness needed no comment.

"Haa…"

Even asleep, Yeon Ye-ha's breath came hotter than before.

Ohh… She's gripping me more eagerly than yesterday. Is she trying to prove she's not a virgin pussy anymore?

She was producing more fluid, too. Suddenly I wondered what she would feel like awake. If she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was this good while deep in sleep… what would it be like with her mind fully present?

Just imagining it sent a thrill through me. I licked my lips and started moving my hips.

Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room. Her lower body began to tremble in fine, continuous spasms. I pinched her stiff clit between thumb and forefinger.

Splat. Splat-splat. Fluid burst out and soaked my lower belly. I bent down, sucked one of her thick nipples into my mouth, and came inside her.

I stayed buried to the hilt, savoring the afterglow, then slowly pulled free. White fluid welled and spilled from the pink hole.

"The night is long. Let's enjoy this properly."

I flipped her over and covered her body with my own.

Clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang-clang!

"……!!"

Yeon Ye-ha's eyes snapped open at the morning bell. She sat bolt upright—and the moment she took stock of the room, horror flooded through her.

The strange smell lingering in the air. The blanket shoved into a corner of the bed. The sheets soiled exactly as they had been the night before. There was no doubt: that bastard had come again and violated her in her sleep.

Rage rose in her chest. She drew a sharp breath—then her brow furrowed. Her mouth was full of a thick, fishy liquid. Semen. The rapist had finished in her mouth before leaving. She spat it out at once, but the reek clinging to her tongue refused to fade.

She climbed down from the bed and stared at the ruined sheets. The thought of cleaning them in secret without anyone noticing made irritation surge—but the Heart-Severing Demonic Sword would not permit her anger to last.

With a cold, blank face, she stepped in front of the mirror beside the bed.

The woman in the glass was a wreck. Disheveled hair. Sticky fluid smeared across her breasts and waist. Semen still dripping from her bare, hairless sex. And that wasn't all. Bite marks on her chest. Lip marks on her throat.

The expressionless woman in the mirror raised her arms. Even her clean underarms were streaked with white, sticky fluid. A rank smell hit her nose.

Who the hell…!

Fury shot to the top of her skull—and vanished before it could erupt.

"Number 567!"

Someone was pounding on the door.

She turned toward the sound—and froze. The new latch she had installed was still intact.

Did he come through the window?

She checked the window. The lock there was fine as well.

"Number 567!! Rise and shine—get out here!"

"…I am unwell. I will rest until the afternoon."

"I said get up! Combat drills start this morning!"

"I told you I am unwell."

She hardened her voice. It worked—the female instructor hammering on the door hesitated.

"…Young lady. You can't keep doing this. This is Ipmaso."

"And? Do you intend to drag me out by force?"

"…No. Please make sure you attend training this afternoon."

The instructor left.

With the same blank face, Yeon Ye-ha walked to the desk.

Just like yesterday, the culprit had left drawings. These were even more outrageous than the last set—everything from a thick male member shoved into her mouth to every conceivable position of violation. The one that enraged her most showed the rapist pissing onto her sex while she wet herself. Filthy. Vulgar. And she felt pathetic for having wet the bed again.

One of the drawings showed paper strips being pressed to her sex and ripped away. Yeon Ye-ha didn't fully understand what it depicted, but a deep shame washed through her. Of course, even that shame did not last long.

…A clue.

A palm print was stamped on one of the drawings. She stared hard at the calluses embedded in the hand, then nodded.

A martial artist's hand—someone who trains with a sword or blade. The back of the hand was clean, no scars.

With that much, she could meaningfully narrow the field of suspects.

She checked another drawing—the one of a cock pushed into her mouth.

…I never heard a man's member could be this large… but that could be a clue too, couldn't it?

This time she didn't crumple the drawings the way she had yesterday. She tucked them into her bag instead. They could serve as evidence.

Then she crouched on the bed and began scooping the semen out of her pussy with her fingers.

Squelch.

"…Nnh…"

A moan slipped out before she could stop it. Her body shuddered. Every movement of her fingers pulled more semen free—and at some point, clear fluid began to replace it. Even so, she couldn't make herself stop.

Something sweet and overwhelming came striding toward her and crashed over her completely.

"Hnnnh…"

Trembling. Splat. Splat.

She shook as she sprayed arousal onto the sheets, then felt a pleasant, heavy languor settle over her. She wanted nothing more than to lie there and savor the pleasure.

The Heart-Severing Demonic Sword activated. Yeon Ye-ha's loosening face went blank again. The drowsiness blanketing her body vanished. She shook the fluid from her fingers and climbed down from the bed. Before she cleaned the sheets, she sat cross-legged on the floor.

The emotions the Heart-Severing Demonic Sword cut away became her strength. She recited the art's formulas, gathering that power, making as much of it her own as she could before it faded.

"……."

Suddenly she remembered something her father had said—back when he first passed the Heart-Severing Demonic Sword to her.

Ye-ha. We are not emotionless dolls. Learning the Heart-Severing Demonic Sword does not erase feeling. We feel first—then the sword severs the emotion. That is why we rage coldly. Why we love with clear eyes. Why sorrow never holds us, jealousy never clouds our sight, and joy never makes us careless. We are a single blade. Never forget that.

Ye-ha. Do you wish to grow stronger? There is no need to rush. You already possess talent beyond your father's.

Fall in love. Meeting an enemy is fine too. If you find someone who can truly stir your heart… you will grow stronger faster than anyone.

Her father had been right.

An enemy had appeared, and she was growing stronger by the day. That didn't mean she intended to leave him alive. She would find the rapist and kill him. The peak of emotion she would feel on the day she cut him down would surely carry her to a higher realm.

She focused on the Heart-Severing Demonic Sword. She was so absorbed she never noticed the black lens hidden in the wall.

I had installed a hidden camera in Yeon Ye-ha's room. Thanks to that, I could pinpoint exactly when she fell asleep and keep the nighttime visits going.

But after the fourth visit, she stopped sleeping. She would lie in bed with her eyes closed, pretending—but she couldn't fool me. Yeon Ye-ha was not sleeping. She stayed awake until dawn, then used energy circulation to drive out the fatigue.

Even energy circulation has limits. The balance between body and mind would break, and her growth would stall. Worse, ugly dark circles would form under her eyes.

Dark circles on that pretty face? Absolutely not. I won't allow it.

I investigated her movements.

Yeon Ye-ha had begun quietly watching Jegal Mo-sun. She thought he was the rapist. That was by design. The palm print in those photos had been made with the body-alteration function of the Hedonistic Life App, modeled after Jegal Mo-sun's hand.

She was monitoring him, hunting for solid proof. It was fortunate she practiced the Heart-Severing Demonic Sword. Because of it, she kept her reason and stayed coldly composed.

Day eight of her sleepless stretch. During morning assembly, Yeon Ye-ha nodded off on her feet.

She's in rough shape. Perfect.

Today was the rest day that came once every ten days. No classes, no drills. Free training if you wanted it—or free play. The instructors didn't interfere either way.

She'll sleep in her room. She's at her limit.

I'd used up the last of the Soul-Binding Pills last time, so a sleep-visit was off the table. Not that I planned one.

After days without rest, she's weak enough… I can overpower her with what I have now.

I checked the monitor—Yeon Ye-ha lying on her bed—then activated the Illusiter to turn myself invisible and used the Spatial Transfer System.

I appeared in her room for the first ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time in a while.

"You've come."

A blade came flying. Startled, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I threw myself backward and dodged.

Yeon Ye-ha was sitting on the bed. Bloodshot eyes from sleepless nights locked onto the space where I stood.

…Unbelievable. Has the lack of sleep actually sharpened her senses?

She rose in front of the bed, on guard. The slight tracking of her pupils made it clear she still couldn't see me.

"Jegal Mo-sun. It is you, isn't it?"

"……."

"You have no intention of answering. Very well. I will kill you and confirm it. No technique survives death."

A low hum. Sword-qi gathered along her blade—a pure white that clashed oddly with the demonic arts she practiced.

Her arm started to move—then froze mid-swing.

Because I had moved first, using Charna.

I locked the weakened pressure points of a woman worn thin by sleeplessness. Her sword-qi faded without a sound. She couldn't so much as twitch a little finger. She couldn't speak. All she could do was blink.

I adjusted my voice and opened my mouth.

"It seems today is not the day I die."

What came out was not my own voice. Using my Acting trait, I mimicked the voice of Bae Taek-ju, Director of Ipmaso. Yeon Ye-ha's pupils shook. Her mind would be racing.

She wouldn't actually believe I was Bae Taek-ju. The back of the Director's hand was nothing like the clean, scarless hand in the photos I'd left—Bae Taek-ju's was covered in scars.

I approached the immobilized Yeon Ye-ha. From my inventory I summoned a blindfold and covered her eyes. Even if the Illusiter wore off, she wouldn't see my face.

Doing it like this is boring. Maybe I'll loosen the points a little. Bind her arms and seal her inner energy—she still won't be able to resist.

I licked the nape of her neck as I stripped her clothes away.