Ghost Romance

"Compared to when I was hospitalized before… this much pain is nothing. If anything, feeling Yujin's thing inside me makes it real—and that feels good."

Seol Jiyoung said something so endearing.

I moved my hips slowly. So her pussy could get used to my cock. Unlike Seolnyeo, Seol Jiyoung deserved to be treated gently. Of course, I didn't forget to work my hands over her body, kneading and stimulating her as I went.

Seol Jiyoung's body was cold, but as she grew more aroused it steadily warmed. She had taken on no small amount of Seolnyeo's influence, yet at her core Seol Jiyoung was still human.

"Hnn, hnn, ah…!"

Squelch. Squelch.

Fast sex was good, but slow sex had a flavor of its own. The best part was being able to savor her pussy completely.

Different from Seolnyeo. The grip's a little weaker… but there's a soft, wrapping quality to it.

If someone asked which I preferred, Seol Jiyoung's pussy was better.

Of course, that wasn't some objective truth—just a subjective answer based on taste. It could change depending on the situation. My preferences shifted often enough. Maybe tomorrow I'd be craving Seolnyeo's instead.

"Senior Jiyoung's pussy tastes incredible."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I'm glad. Ah. Your cock just twitched. Are you about to come?"

"I can finish inside, right?"

"It's fine. I've always wanted to get pregnant with Yujin's child."

"I'm coming! Get pregnant!"

Pleasure raced up my spine as I pumped my semen into her.

Pregnancy.

In this world, I had no fertility control ability. Meaning Seol Jiyoung might already be pregnant right now.

Eh, doesn't matter.

It wasn't important.

What mattered more was that I still wanted to keep fucking. Seolnyeo was right there beneath Seol Jiyoung. Two naked beauties with explosive figures were laid out in front of me, and I had full authority to do whatever I wanted with them.

No reason not to stack them.

I changed positions.

I laid Seolnyeo on her back and had Seol Jiyoung lie face-down on top of her. Seolnyeo and Seol Jiyoung looked at each other. Tenderness filled the eyes that met.

"Unnie… this is the first time I've seen you like this."

"Mm…."

I took their long, pale legs and bound them to each other. Spreading their thighs was a given. Ass stacked on ass, two pussies pressed together, both still leaking my cum.

My cock throbbed hard. I took hold of it and dragged it from top to bottom. The head glided through the cleft of their asses. Ass, pussy, pussy, ass. After rubbing them in that order once, I thrust hard into Seol Jiyoung's pussy.

"Hwaaaaah."

After tasting the soft cling of Seol Jiyoung's pussy, I drove into Seolnyeo's below. Unlike Seol Jiyoung's, which still held warmth, Seolnyeo's was cold. But the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tight squeeze of her walls erased that flaw entirely.

"Hnn, hnn…."

Seolnyeo bit her lip, stifling the moans that tried to escape. A completely different reaction from Seol Jiyoung, who simply lost herself in the moment. The way they were so similar and yet so opposite only made it hotter. I worked my hips hard, back and forth.

"Aaaaaah…!"

Seol Jiyoung's voice grew more frantic by the second. As she got more worked up, I sped up my thrusts to match.

Squelch-squelch.

"Hah, haah! Unnie…! I love you, Unnie…!"

"Jiyoung…. Mmph…."

Aroused beyond reason, Seol Jiyoung kissed Seolnyeo. I worried for a second that Seol Jiyoung's body might freeze solid, but thankfully nothing of the sort happened. Instead, the two of them climaxed at the same time. The kiss had been the trigger. Their pussies competitively poured out love juices. I pumped my semen into both of them.

"Hoo…."

I let out a breath and took a moment to catch myself. My hand was still kneading Seol Jiyoung's ass, but my eyes were fixed on empty air.

And another notification window appeared.

I shook my head.

One more hour.

I still wanted to taste their pussies a little longer.

I returned to the real world.

I stretched even though nothing ached.

Because during this entire quest I hadn't come back to reality even once. That said, not that much time had actually passed.

Before checking the ending, I checked the rewards first.

I'd only had around 300 points before. Thanks to this quest, it was now 12,570.

The uneven stat numbers are bugging me.

I immediately dumped points into my stats.

All stats cleanly at 110. With my peace of mind restored, I pulled the far more important Ring of Yearning from my inventory and checked it.

A cross-shaped platinum ring. The design was pretty nice. But its performance was even better than its looks.

Originally I was going to put Complete Recovery in it…

I didn't need it right this second, so there was no reason to rush the choice. I'd put it on hold for now. Just having obtained the Ring of Yearning was satisfying enough.

Giving it to someone else is an option too. Should I give it to Yuria? Complete Recovery would be an insane ability for her.

In game terms, it would be like a dead boss monster reviving with full HP and MP. Absolute nightmare fuel for anyone who had to fight her.

Though I'm not sure Yuria would ever actually need Complete Recovery. Putting Lightning in it and giving it to Han Harin might not be bad either.

Han Harin, who already wielded gravity and lightning, would become far stronger than she was now—no question.

I chewed on it for over three minutes and still didn't reach a conclusion. I shook my head and put the decision off for later.

Might as well check the Ghost Romance ending.

I picked up my smartphone and opened the ending.

I'd expected the me of the Ghost Romance world to settle down and live a sweet life with the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heroines. Instead, contrary to my assumptions, that world's me focused on exorcism work and lived a pretty spectacular life.

He dropped out of school with the three heroines and started traveling the country as an exorcist. The heroines who had been possessed by ghosts became exorcists themselves and helped him. Shin Ojeong became an information broker.

Hmm. No choice-selection scenes anywhere—looks like the System disappeared.

Even without the System, I was strong. A body that had undergone body reconstruction three times, Noecheonryu powered by lightning qi, and Dojin the Rakshasa Ghost to call on when things got rough. I had more than enough power to pacify the world.

In fact, after completely exorcising every ghost in the country, I headed overseas. First Japan to clear out the ghosts there, then China. China was so massive I spent a full five years. The number of ghosts I exorcised exceeded a hundred thousand. A filthy huge country meant a filthy huge number of ghosts.

Next was America. Then Europe. Africa wasn't left out either.

I literally traveled the entire world and exorcised every last ghost that existed.

In England, a goat-headed demon with 666 painted on its forehead asked me:

—Seong Yujin! Why the hell are you exorcising us?! We never did anything to you! What reason do you have to hate us this much?!

I grinned and answered.

—Because it's fun! I got this much power… it'd be boring not to use it.

—Then use it on humans!

—Humans are boring. Too weak.

Not justice. Not duty. Just exorcism for the sake of my own entertainment!

And the countless beauties I bedded while traveling the world!

I spent nearly two hundred years roaming the globe as an exorcist. Three rounds of body reconstruction had extended my lifespan. I'd already become a superhuman who transcended ordinary people. The ghosts that died by my hand numbered in the hundreds of millions.

The heroines lived out normal lifespans and died. I was deeply disappointed. The earthbound spirit, the dokkaebi, and Seolnyeo all chose to attain Buddhahood alongside the heroines.

In my later years I returned to Korea and founded a clan.

The birth of an exorcist dynasty. I summoned all my descendants scattered across the world back to Korea. A full twenty thousand of them. That was how many beauties I'd bedded while traveling the world. Genes don't lie—every descendant carrying the blood of the world's strongest exorcist had outstanding exorcism talent.

Before I died, I said something to my descendants like a certain pirate king.

—Want my fortune? If you want it, I'll give it to you! But only to the greatest exorcist! For the next ten years! Whoever among you exorcises the most ghosts will inherit the clan! Understood? In our family, only ability matters!

That world's me had aggressively used the ghosts I captured to grow my wealth until I became the richest man on earth. Wealth and martial power. With both in hand, political power followed on its own. Enough power that even the President of South Korea had to watch his step around me!

My descendants' eyes went bloodshot with greed. An already barren ghost ecosystem was hit with a catastrophe.

In my old age, before I died, I pointed a blade at Dojin the Rakshasa Ghost. As a ghost, Dojin never aged. He looked exactly as he had the first time I saw him. But the atmosphere around him had changed a great deal. The Dojin who had always been seething with rage was now as calm as an enlightened high monk.

In the duel with Dojin, I lost.

—3,941 wins, 1,913 losses…. I still have more wins. Therefore I win.

—Hah. Even on your deathbed, you're still irritating as hell.

—Once I die, you'll be free. What will you do?

—I have no more attachment to this world. I've had more than my fill of fighting. I'll see the end with you.

—A grown man getting clingy…. You don't think I'll become a ghost?

—Will you?

—No. Why would I?

Dojin and I looked at each other and laughed. Friendship with another guy… I still thought it was ridiculous, but Dojin and I had spent over two hundred years together. That was long enough for even a grudging affection to form.

And a few days later, I died.

The Hell Realm was in an uproar. Because it was packed with ghosts. With every ghost from the living world flooding into Hell, the place was approaching saturation.

The hell wardens who were supposed to torment the ghosts grew more exhausted by the day under a workload that never shrank. The ghosts, on the other hand, were having the time of their afterlives. They formed factions among themselves in Hell. They coveted each other's territories. The hell wardens? Once the ghosts banded together, even the wardens couldn't exert their power. Some wardens even started getting beaten by the ghosts.

"Aigoo, Great King! Please help us! The work is too hard! There are too many ghosts!"

"The ghosts have built countries in Hell! Seventeen nations appeared all at once!"

"This is bad, this is bad! The ghosts who were fighting among themselves have started uniting under peace treaties! Now those bastards are oppressing us!"

"At this rate Hell will become a world of ghosts!"

"Great King, please!"

King Yama hired more hell wardens. But the situation in Hell only grew darker by the day. The ghosts who had begun accumulating power in Hell eventually started eyeing King Yama's throne itself.

—Let's kill King Yama.

—We're getting out of this Hell.

—Heh heh. We can go back to the living world? Looking forward to it.

—Before that, let's turn the Heavenly Realm into a wasteland first.

Countless ghosts gathered before the Hell Gate leading to King Yama's palace. Their numbers exceeded two billion. Just as the ghosts were about to force open the massive Hell Gate, the gate opened on its own—and two new hell wardens, a pair of yaksha, appeared.

The ghosts were still laughing and celebrating. Tear them apart like any other wardens and that would be that. But the moment they saw the yaksha's faces, the ghosts' complexions turned deathly blue.

—Hah, you adorable little shits. Waiting here just to welcome me? Cute, you fuckers. As a reward, I'll tear every last one of you apart. Oh right—in Hell, if you die you just revive here, don't you? Well, if you come back to life, I'll just kill you again.

Crack, crackle.

At Seong Yujin's appearance, the air of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hell ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crackled and vibrated.

—Hell life shouldn't be boring either.

Beside Seong Yujin, Dojin—who had become a yaksha alongside him—drew the sword from his waist.

Seong Yujin looked around, then opened his mouth.

—Hell's too bleak. I should build a tower. A Tower of Babel that reaches the sky of Hell…. Of course, the building materials will be all of you. Heh heh. Female ghosts, go gather over there. I'll decide your punishments after looking at your faces.

From that day on, the wails of Hell fell silent.

Seong Yujin possessed power beyond even King Yama, but after tormenting ghosts in Hell for tens of thousands of years he grew bored and faded into nothing.