The Snow Woman's Submission

The moment I stepped into the abandoned hospital, the curses of the ghosts came crashing down on me.

I walked forward, taking every curse head-on.

"Ha. Curses from trash like these couldn't even damage a single hair on my head."

Dojin's mocking voice rang out inside my mind. He was right — the ghosts' curses had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no effect on me. The gap in rank between the lowly spirits gathered here and a Rakshasa ghost like Dojin was simply too vast.

"Oooooooooooh…"

"Die… die… die…"

"I curse you. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you."

"Diediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediedie."

The meaningless curses kept coming. Growing irritated, I swung my blade through the empty air. Blue lightning exploded outward in every direction — ceiling, floor, walls, everything.

"Kyaaaaaaaaah!"

The ghosts screamed as they died.

"Heh. Compared to the Hyakki Yagyō, these things are nothing."

…I didn't notice it when I was fighting the Hyakki Yagyō, but looking at it now, the dead ghosts are being sucked away somewhere.

"Ghosts are already dead. Their grudges and ghost qi let them slip free of the natural order, but once that ghost qi scatters, they can't hold on — they get dragged back to where they originally belong."

And where is that?

"Hell. You're supposed to be an exorcist and you don't even know that?"

It was a setting the original never explained, so I hadn't known. Not that it particularly mattered.

Hell exists? What kind of place is it?

"I've never been, so I don't know. But… it's a place to fear. We ghosts know it by instinct. Some of us choose annihilation rather than go there."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Up ahead, Seol Jiyoung appeared. Blue-tinged white hair, a voluptuous figure — she looked at me and smiled sweetly.

"Hello, Yujin."

"Don't act like we're friends, Seolnyeo."

Seol Jiyoung's smile vanished, replaced by an expression as cold and blank as ice.

"You're quick on the uptake."

Seolnyeo had taken full control of Seol Jiyoung's body.

Being possessed by a ghost meant exactly that — possession. In simple terms, having your body stolen by a spirit.

In the original, every ghost that possessed a heroine was a benevolent spirit, so none of them ever seized the body outright… but Seolnyeo is different from the original. Probably the Superman difficulty's influence.

Fortunately, Ji Dahye's earthbound spirit and Yu Semi's Dokkaebi showed no intention of taking over. Those two had possessed Ji Dahye and Yu Semi out of pity — leaving them alone wouldn't cause any problems.

I walked toward Seolnyeo.

"Don't come any closer."

Her warning didn't stop at words. Ice spikes shot toward me. I casually swung my blade and knocked them aside.

"I told you not to come closer. Do you want to watch Seol Jiyoung freeze to death?"

The world froze, and two choices appeared before me.

Which choice should I pick here?

Starting over from morning would be a pain, so I thought it through carefully.

The moment I selected it, my body moved on its own.

Seolnyeo's blank face twisted. Freezing air whipped up around us. With a sharp crackling sound, the space itself began to freeze over. I walked on as if nothing were happening. Her cold couldn't invade my body.

I stopped within arm's reach. Seolnyeo didn't kill Seol Jiyoung. She didn't flee, either — she just glared at me like she wanted me dead.

Option ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one had been the correct answer.

"So you won't kill Seol Jiyoung. Makes sense. If you were going to, you'd have done it long ago and run."

"……If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you kill me, Seol Jiyoung dies too."

"If I'd meant to kill you, you'd already be dead. You know the difference in our power as well as I do."

"……"

Seolnyeo's eyebrows trembled.

I rested a hand on her head. Cold. Her smooth, soft hair was so frigid I almost wondered if it had been spun from ice itself.

She tensed. Her expression didn't change, but the atmosphere around her did. I slid the hand that had been stroking her hair downward — across her clean forehead, over the bridge of her nose, across her soft lips. For a while I simply touched and studied her face the way one might handle a work of art.

Technically it's Seol Jiyoung's face, but still.

My hand traveled lower still. Even through her blazer, the overwhelming size of her full breasts filled my palm. I-cup. The sheer weight of them nearly made me forget the situation entirely and just pin her down then and there.

"Ngh…"

A crack appeared in Seolnyeo's expression. Color rose in her cheeks, and her lips quivered.

Apparently the original setting — that Seolnyeo had zero resistance to anything sexual — still applied. I kneaded her chest for a long while before finally speaking.

"I've got a question. What was the point of all this? Don't even think about playing dumb. I already know the mass influx of ghosts into this neighborhood was entirely your doing."

"……"

Seolnyeo kept her mouth shut. I tightened my grip on her breast.

"Answer."

"Ghhhnn…"

Her face contorted. The moment I eased off, the blank expression returned. She glared at me with those frigid eyes.

"Don't tell me your goal was to create a Hyakki Yagyō? By gathering a bunch of lowly spirits?"

"I have no interest in that. We just wanted to live in peace."

A ghost wanting to live in peace — it was such an absurd joke I couldn't even bring myself to sneer.

"Live in peace. What does that mean?"

"Ah, that. A ghost village. Long ago, there was a spirit who tried to build one by exploiting the fact that when ghosts gather, their ghost qi rises. For a ghost, ghost qi is life force itself. Unlike established spirits with a solid existence, lowly ghosts die without it. And the easiest, fastest way to obtain ghost qi is through human fear."

"…A ghost village? Awkward name, but it sounds like your goal and ours are the same."

Seolnyeo answered Dojin's words. Both of us were startled — neither of us had expected her to be able to hear him.

"You can hear Dojin?"

"……"

Seolnyeo simply stared at the hand still gripping her breast.

"I see. Because we're in physical contact, she can hear me. She's no ordinary lowly spirit."

"A ghost village, huh… But it'll fail in the end, won't it? Once word spreads that there are a lot of ghosts around, exorcists will come."

"Then we kill the exorcists who come looking."

She said it far too casually — though I was in no position to call her out on it. I'd died to Seolnyeo more than a few times myself. She was strong. An ordinary exorcist would freeze solid at a single gesture from her.

"I get the picture. Then let me state my demands. First, Seolnyeo — materialize. You can do that, right?"

Seolnyeo looked me straight in the eye.

"……So you intend to violate me."

She must have sensed the lust rolling off me.

"You'll regret it. The moment you take me, you'll freeze to death."

She had a point. Back when I'd merely kissed Seol Jiyoung, I hadn't been able to withstand the cold and died.

But the me of then and the me of now were different. At my current level, I could handle Seolnyeo's cold without any trouble.

"Whether I regret it or not is for me to decide. Listen carefully, Seolnyeo. If you refuse to do as I say… I'll lock you underground forever. You don't want to spend the next several decades in confinement, do you?"

"I'll give up."

"What?"

"My plans are finished. I promise to live quietly inside Jiyoung's body. So leave me alone."

"Trying to slip away on your own? Absolutely not. And stop testing my patience. You want me to treat you like an animal?"

I deliberately flooded the area with ghost qi, threatening her. It worked. Seolnyeo let out a small sigh.

A presence burst free from Seol Jiyoung's body. Ghost qi clung to it, solidifying into physical form.

A beauty in a kimono.

Her overall appearance was strikingly similar to Seol Jiyoung's — pale skin, white hair with a blue cast, a full figure. Seolnyeo carried a mature air, as if she were what Seol Jiyoung might become after aging another ten years.

Then it happened. Seol Jiyoung's body lost its balance like a puppet with its strings cut and began to fall. Seolnyeo moved in a rush, thrusting out her hands to catch the collapsing form.

"Is something wrong with Senior Jiyoung? Did something happen?"

"…She's only asleep. She'll wake up given time."

Seolnyeo carefully lowered Seol Jiyoung to the ground, crouching on her knees to lay her down with almost reverent care. She clearly treasured the girl. Watching her, I stripped off my clothes in a hurry — down to the last scrap of underwear — and let my cock harden. The cold filling this space couldn't harm me in the slightest.

She regarded my naked body with calm eyes.

"Suck it."

"By the time you're dead and regretting it, it'll be too late."

"You talk too much."

I seized Seolnyeo's head in a firm grip and yanked it mercilessly toward my groin. My cock forced its way into her mouth — all the way to the root. Her nose pressed against my lower abdomen.

"……!!"

Cold.

Just as she'd warned, the freezing energy invaded my body through my cock. I used my ghost qi to resist Seolnyeo's cold. It worked. Her chill had no effect on me whatsoever.

"You fucking bitch. Do you have any idea how much trouble you've put me through?"

"Mmph…! Ghk…"

I roughly pumped her head back and forth. My hard cock repeatedly speared through her throat. Seolnyeo glared up at me with a blank face, tears streaming down. That look of pure contempt only made me harder.

Physical pleasure and mental satisfaction pushed me toward climax. I didn't hold back. My current body had exceptional stamina.

"Ghhhhhk, koff, koff-ghk!"

Even as I came, the hand gripping Seolnyeo's hair never stopped. Cum packed her throat and mouth until it reverse-flowed — white fluid forced out through her nose, seeping from between her lips where they rubbed against my cock. The sensation of it surging back was deeply satisfying. I kept moving her head.

I came in her mouth ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠three more times after that.

"……"

Seolnyeo collapsed to the floor in silence. Then, bracing her hands against the ground and pushing her upper body up, she began vomiting cum onto the floor.

…Was that too much? No. No need for sympathy.

Seolnyeo wasn't human. Her physical durability far exceeded a human's. Something like this wouldn't damage her body. Besides, this form was only a materialization. Seolnyeo's true existence still resided inside Seol Jiyoung. Even if this body were physically destroyed, it wouldn't matter.

"Haa… haah…"

Having retched up the cum, Seolnyeo looked at me.

"…Why aren't you dead?"

"Cold that weak won't kill me."

I forcibly stripped off Seolnyeo's kimono. She wasn't wearing a single undergarment. The moment the kimono came off, she was completely naked. Those swaying I-cup breasts brought my cock surging back to full hardness. Between her legs was a smooth, plump pussy — thick outer lips that completely buried the inner ones.

I approached her. The strength drained from Seolnyeo's eyes. She had accurately assessed her situation and abandoned resistance. She lowered the hands that had been covering her chest and slowly spread her legs. But I didn't accept her surrender.

I seized her ankles and hoisted them up. Her head cracked against the floor with a heavy thud.

"Hahk?!"

I forced those white legs wide open and examined Seolnyeo's pussy.

"Oh-ho."

A single black mole was dotted on her plump right outer lip.