Love at First Sight
"…What?"
For a moment, I thought I must have misheard the demon.
But when she said nothing in reply and simply smiled at me, I realized there was nothing wrong with my hearing.
The demon was the first demon ever born into this world… and in the past, she had even created the other demons?
It was hard to believe, but those eyes were not the eyes of someone telling a lie.
And so a cascade of questions welled up in my head.
How did the Demon of Existence, the very first of demons, come into being? How does a demon go about creating other demons?
"Only two people in this world know this, besides me."
"Two…?"
"One is the monster who handed me over to you. Yoon Seongha."
"Ah…"
I remembered. The enigmatic woman with the ruby-colored eyes who had passed me the orb containing the demon, in that place I still couldn't explain.
"And the other is you."
The demon pressed a fingertip gently against her chest and leaned slightly toward me, and a sweet fragrance like a ripe peach brushed past the tip of my nose — and a lewd feeling abruptly raised its head inside me.
Just as I was held captive by the demon's bewitching air amid my flood of questions—
🔔 The next stop is Hankyung University.
The voice announcing my destination through the bus's speakers snapped me back to my senses, and I shot a resentful glare at the sight of the university entrance drawing steadily closer.
There were still so many things I wanted to ask, but as we approached the stop and I could see people about to board the empty bus, I held my questions in check. Still, there was time enough for one last thing.
"Why did you…"
The demon rolled her eyes and looked back at me.
"…choose me?"
When I stared at her with grave eyes, she blinked a few times, then smiled softly.
"It was love at first sight."
The demon confessed it, her voice brimming with fervent heat.
"How could I not love such an adorable creature…?"
As if overcome by some emotion and straining to contain it, the demon clutched the collar of her dress tightly against her chest.
Watching that whole sequence of gestures and words, I confirmed it once more.
At the very least, when the demon said she liked me, there wasn't a shred of a lie in it.
From the moment I had stepped onto the bus, I had suppressed my elation as much as I could.
I had barely managed to fight down the urge to throw my arms around him that very instant, press a kiss to his lips, and take his cock out and hold it inside me.
I was so happy just looking at him that I feared the ugly smile I didn't want him to see would bloom across my face, so I kept my expression carefully composed and deliberately gazed out the bus window instead.
But even as I watched him through another set of eyes in the darkness, eyes he couldn't see, my burning emotions refused to cool.
The reason I kept those feelings about to burst out of me stuffed down deep inside was the expression he had shown days ago, when I first expressed my love.
I couldn't forget those eyes that looked at me as if I were a monster. The fear etched into them had, paradoxically, planted fear and terror in me.
Being hated by him would be the greatest catastrophe in the world — and the greatest terror.
Merely imagining receiving such a look from him again made me tremble.
So I held back. I endured, and endured again, and deliberately kept a careful distance from him.
The strategy worked. Sensing the distance I had artificially created, he seemed to relax, regaining his ease of mind — and in that gap, he began asking me the things he had been curious about.
I was happy. The fact that I could be of use to him, that I could answer his questions, stirred a deep, swelling happiness in my chest.
To everything he asked, I answered wholeheartedly, without a shred of falsehood.
I had been luxuriating in the warmth of filling his curious mind with answers when the announcement came that we were nearing our destination — and rage surged up in me.
I had to cut away the impulse to smash the machine making that noise and slaughter the driver plowing onward ahead of us.
At the same time, belatedly registering the biological reaction my body had produced, I furrowed my brow inwardly.
It was damp.
…Was I wet?
I was wet. My panties were surely brimming with love juices by now, and the overflow seeping past the soaked fabric must have soaked into my stockings as well.
The hole between my legs had heated itself to the optimal state for receiving him.
That was how intently I had been watching him, how absorbed in our conversation I'd been — I'd even forgotten my own body's reaction.
The moment I recognized it, the human lust I had been holding dormant came flooding back like a rising tide.
I swallowed the craving to throw myself on him right then and there, consequences and bystanders be damned, but my body heated up relentlessly, regardless of my will.
I have to hold it in… I have to hold it in.
Even as I desperately repeated it to myself, I kept my face soft and smiling, to keep reassuring him.
Controlling the biological responses of a human body was trivial if I willed it — but I deliberately chose not to.
I wanted to live in a human body, the same as his. From his perspective, in his position, in an environment as close to his as possible, I wanted to feel everything he felt, exactly as he felt it.
The price of that was how difficult it became to suppress my lust for him.
Restless inside, I slipped my hand into my skirt pocket and clutched the precious thing within, struggling to soothe myself.
It was the wad of tissues stained with his semen, which I had secretly fished out while taking out the trash that morning.
Soon… soon.
To escape the desire and emotion about to burst out of me, and so that he would never hate me again, I wished the time would pass faster.
"My classroom's this way. See you later, oppa."
"Right… have a good class."
Entering the first floor of the building, I beamed at him and greeted him flawlessly, perfectly composed as Yoon Jia — and he waved back, a little awkwardly.
Ordinarily I would have stood there watching him until he had completely disappeared from view, but my body had reached its limit; the moment he turned his back, I slipped swiftly into the nearest women's restroom.
I shoved the door open roughly, sat down on the toilet, hiked up my skirt, and pulled my panties and stockings down in one motion.
Reaching toward my aching, unbearably itching, throbbing pussy, I pressed the tissue from my pocket to my nose like an oxygen mask and drew in a deep breath.
"Haah…"
Splurt!!
Before I'd even finished inhaling, my pussy erupted, love juices bursting out like a broken dam.
"Nnnnghhh—!!"
A sound that was equal parts cry and scream tore out of my mouth entirely against my will.
My back arched like a bow as the orgasm threatened to launch me off the seat, and all the lust I had suppressed for him poured out in a single stream, soaking the floor.
My head filled completely with him — his face, his seed, his body, his words, his voice, the memories of everything we had done together, until there was nothing in my mind but his existence.
Squelch, squelch…
Chasing the instinct for pleasure, my hand rubbed rhythmically between my legs of its own accord, and lewd sounds rang through the restroom.
Stream after stream of love juices gushed without end, staining the floor endlessly — I wanted to filth it all with him, to pour him out of me onto everything.
Yoon Jia's face at that moment must have been a wretched mess, paralyzed by the sensations of pleasure.
That beautiful face slack and dissolute, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth, the corners of her lips curling into an obscene smile and twitching at both ends.
Under the overwhelming waves of pleasure, tears streamed from beneath her eyes, and her pupils, drenched in the dopamine flooding her brain, rolled upward.
If he — the one who adored Yoon Jia — were to see her like this, he would surely be struck speechless with horror.
"Haa…"
How long had I touched myself thinking of him? The fire that had raged so fiercely had simmered down somewhat, but my lust for him was far from satisfied.
All I had done was temporarily relieve the biological response of a human body. In time, the lust and desire for him would surge up again, and I would go into heat just like this, unable to bear it.
"Ah…"
A low voice suddenly reached me, dragging my hazy vision and consciousness back to reality, and I scanned the space in front of me.
A human woman was staring at me, hand clapped over her mouth, her face frozen in shock.
Only then did I understand: in my haste, I hadn't even closed the stall door before masturbating.
"I—that… I'm, I'm sorry…?"
The flustered woman stumbled backward, trying to flee.
Naturally, I couldn't allow that.
Yoon Jia had to shine — living the perfect university life she had maintained her whole existence, the very person oppa believed her to be.
I couldn't let such a flawless existence be branded, from her very first day of university, as the pervert who masturbated in a bathroom stall.
"Oh, um… don't worry, I didn't see anyth—"
Crunch!
The woman's face, frozen mid-forced-smile, vanished from above her body in an instant, and the wall behind her was sprayed with blood.
SPLAT—!!
Above the neck there remained only a geyser of blood erupting from the sudden loss of pressure, and a raw cross-section of exposed muscle, bone, and flesh.
The body, which had been standing with both palms held out in reassurance, swayed unsteadily from side to side before collapsing sideways with a heavy thud.
It was loud enough to shake the floor, but no human entered the restroom.
From the moment I laid eyes on the woman, every sound inside had been sealed away, and the very existence of the space I occupied had been erased — no one could perceive this room anymore.
Chomp, chomp…
As I chewed and swallowed her, I turned over the woman's existence in my mind.
"…Hm?"
I had assumed she was simply someone to eat and forget, but this was an unexpected harvest.
The woman I had devoured was in the same year as him — a student who would soon be sitting in the same lecture halls.
The moment I learned this, a single thought flashed swiftly through my mind.
To realize that thought, the woman's body would matter, too. I couldn't stand before him dressed in cheap clothes.
I gazed down with emotionless eyes at the headless body sprawled across the floor, at the shell that would become clothing.
Stripped of the system that commanded it, the remaining muscle and flesh twitched, producing nothing but reflexive biological responses.
Inside the skirt folded beneath her fallen body, her snow-white panties, wrapped in stockings, were stained with the fluid that had leaked from her slackening muscles.
Sliiide… sssk.
A sticky shadow in the shape of tentacles bloomed up out of the darkness and tore every piece of clothing from the woman's body, leaving her bare.
"Hmm…"
Like an appraiser inspecting a piece for sale, I examined and fondled the woman's body from head to toe, gauging the quality of the shell. Fortunately, the verdict came back: not cheap goods.
Crack, pop…
From the shadow on the floor, a great maw yawned open wide and swallowed the rest of the woman's body whole.
Having devoured every trace of her existence, I turned her body and her identity inside out and slipped into them, trading my existence for hers.
"Ahh…"
Gazing at the woman's face reflected in the mirror, I adjusted my voice and smiled in satisfaction.
I swept my gaze over the restroom — not a single trace of anything remained — and checked my newly fitted expression.
This body and this identity were only ever to be used temporarily. Yoon Jia's form was the one he found most adorable, the one he felt most at ease with, so I could never forget that my true self remained her, always.
Hsss…
A black mass in human shape rose from the floor and took on a form identical to Yoon Jia's.
Wearing an easy smile as though nothing had happened, it walked silently out of the restroom ahead of me, step by measured step.
The replicated Yoon Jia would live the perfect university life befitting Yoon Jia's existence — admired and watched by everyone.
Meanwhile, I, existing as this human woman, would attend classes alongside him as a classmate, right by his side.
Just imagining it made excitement well up in me, that place between my legs throbbing and aching again, his face floating before my eyes.
"Hehe~"
Desperate to see him even a minute sooner, I quickened my pace toward his lecture hall, a tune spilling out of me unbidden.