"Sorry, Oppa..."

"Oppa… sorry."

"For what?"

"I… I really wanted to tell you I'm sorry, oppa. I was such a bitch."

Kang Mina's words were sincere. Maybe the brush with death had given her a chance to reflect on the past and change her. Or… maybe the memories from last night lingered, of the shikigami clinging to me all night long, shaking her hips in my arms, along with the Virgin Ghost.

"I'll accept your apology. Thanks. For saying you're sorry."

"……"

Mina's face flushed slightly.

"I've felt it for a while now, but… oppa, you're really strong. I'm truly sorry for ignoring you and being such a brat all this time. Forgive me."

I could feel her sincerity. Her hair cascaded forward as she bowed her head. I gently brushed her tousled locks behind her ear.

"Don't worry about the past. You're a patient right now."

"Yeah… thanks, oppa. Thank you so much for saving my life."

During the daytime, Kang Mina was purely human. No trace of the Virgin Ghost's malevolent energy or the shikigami's instincts. She was just a fragile twenty-year-old girl, wounded and broken.

Gurgle.

An embarrassing rumble echoed from her stomach again. Mina's face turned beet red.

"You're hungry. I'll get some food."

Only now did Mina release the hem of my shirt she'd been clutching. I stood and headed to the kitchen. I reheated the abalone porridge I'd made yesterday and whipped up some fresh, soft steamed eggs. It was the best meal for someone who couldn't chew.

When I returned to the room with a tray, Mina was sitting up, the blanket pulled to her neck. Her eyes were fixed on me like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"Feed me, oppa… my arms hurt."

She was whining like a child. I sat beside her and chuckled. Strangely, it didn't bother me. Maybe because we'd fucked? She had no idea, though.

"Open wide."

I sat on the edge of the bed and scooped up some porridge. Mina obediently opened her mouth. It was the same mouth I'd turned into mushy rice balls for her before. The same lips that had greedily sucked my cock last night in shikigami mode. The same gums that had gnawed my glans until the skin peeled.

"Ahh…"

The porridge slid between her soft gums. She chewed cautiously and swallowed.

"It's good… so good, oppa."

"Eat slowly. Don't choke."

I alternated between porridge and steamed eggs, feeding her spoonful by spoonful. Like a baby bird taking food from its mother, she gulped it all down eagerly. The obedient daytime version and the horny whore at night. That extreme contrast stroked my dominance kink just right.

"Oppa… I need to pee…"

As we finished eating, Mina mumbled in a tiny voice. I'd re-splinted her broken legs. She couldn't even get out of bed alone. But in shikigami mode, she'd walked on those shattered legs just fine and ridden me cowgirl without a hitch.

"I'll carry you. Put your arms around my neck."

I cleared the tray and slipped my arms under her waist and knees. I lifted her effortlessly, and she yelped, clinging tight to my neck.

"Eek… I'm heavy, though…"

"You're all bones. What weight?"

As I carried her to the bathroom, her body heat seeped straight into my chest. Her massive tits, spilling from the loose gown, pressed against my ribcage. Soft and heavy. Memories of roughly kneading and sucking those tits last night flashed vividly. I fought the blood rushing south and kept a straight face.

In the bathroom, I lifted the toilet lid and set her down gently.

"Do your business. I'll wait outside."

"Uh… oppa… um…"

"What."

Mina averted her eyes, her face crimson.

"I… I'm not wearing any underwear…"

My gaze naturally drifted to her lower half. The gown hem had parted slightly, revealing her pale thighs and the secret curve between. The same spot that had been churning full of my cum last night. I'd cleaned her thoroughly this morning, but from her perspective, it was mortifying.

"It's a patient gown, that's why. I'll step out—take your time. Call me when you're done."

I replied flatly and shut the door. Yesterday, she'd spread everything wide open in front of me. Leaning against the door outside, I heard the trickle of urine inside.

Trickle…

Even that sound teased my nerves oddly. Human Kang Mina just felt shame and guilt right now. Blissfully unaware that every night, she turned shikigami and rode my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cock.

"Oppa… I'm done…"

Her tiny voice called. I went in, picked her up again as she wiped with tissue. The toilet water swirled clear.

"Want me to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wash you? You sweated a lot."

"N-no! I'll wipe myself with a damp towel. I feel bad bothering you so much…"

She waved her hands in refusal. Memories of bending her over the toilet last night and pounding her from behind made my lips twitch upward.

"Alright. Don't push yourself."

I laid her back in bed and brought a warm damp towel. Mina fidgeted under the covers, wiping herself. I pulled up a chair and gazed at her intently.

"Mina. Can you tell me everything you remember from Cambodia?"

Her hand paused mid-wipe at my question. Terror shadowed her face again.

"I know you don't want to remember, but we need info to catch those bastards. We have to save Mom."

She nodded slowly, pulling the blanket to her chest. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Right after Mom and I got off the plane… we got in some car. They said it was sent by Dad's company employee."

"Who was the employee?"

"I don't remember the name. But… he was Korean. His voice was really sharp."

A Korean with a sharp voice. Likely a subordinate sent by Park Taejun, or Park himself.

"Was it Park Taejun by any chance?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I think so. Park Taejun!"

Mina's eyes widened, rolling lightly.

"I fell asleep in the car… and woke up in some weird warehouse. Bars everywhere, stinking…"

Her pupils darted side to side rapidly. On the verge of hyperventilating, I gripped her hand tight. My warmth steadied her breathing a bit.

"This fat Cambodian guy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came in. He tried to… do awful things, ripping my skirt."

"So that's when you bit him?"

"Yeah… he shoved it in my mouth. So I chomped down hard. Blood everywhere. He screamed and ran out…"

She shuddered violently.

"A bit later, another Korean came in. Sharp voice. He ordered the Cambodian guy, who brought pliers or something…"

She clamped her hand over her mouth again. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"They… pulled my teeth… one by one… raw. Gagged me so I couldn't scream… it hurt so much I passed out, and when I woke up, my legs were broken too."

I gritted my teeth. Not just assault—calculated torture, preparation for a ritual. The virgin's agony and grudge were the perfect sacrifice for a Half-Human Shikigami.

"Did you hear what the Korean was called by anyone?"

Mina furrowed her brow, digging through memories at my persistent question.

"Uh… the fat Cambodian called him… Jang… Jang something-manager? Yeah, like 'Jang-siljangnim.' Weird accent, but definitely 'Jang.'"

"Jang Chen maybe?"

"…No. Didn't sound Chinese."

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Korean Jang surname, not Jang Chen. Connected to that guy, Secretary Park Taejun, and Jang Chen. Park Taejun—the pyramid's upper echelon among those we'd uncovered. He was the architect dragging my family to hell.

"Got it. You did well. Stop thinking about it and rest."

"Oppa… I miss Mom… please save her…"

"Don't worry. I'll smash them all and bring her back."

She flinched at my icy killing intent but gripped my hand tighter. To her, I was the absolute savior now.

"Take your meds and sleep. You need deep rest for your bones to heal."

I fed her painkillers mixed with sleep aids. Her eyelids drooped almost immediately.

"Oppa… thanks… really…"

Her breathing evened out. She was out cold.

Sunset fell, darkness blanketing the windows. The living room clock read 10 p.m. I sat on the single sofa in Mina's room, reading a book. Her face was serene as she lay in bed.

Snore…

Suddenly, the air in the room grew heavy. Creak. Mina's fingers, peeking from the blanket, twitched faintly. The temperature plummeted, goosebumps rising on my skin. Malevolent energy rose from her dantian, coiling around her body. The 'shikigami' dormant by day was awakening.

Tremble.

Mina's eyelids fluttered open. Not the frightened, fragile eyes from daytime. Cloudy pupils, but a beastly glint of raw lust.

"Hng… haa…"

Her lips parted halfway, hot sticky breath leaking out. She slowly raised her upper body. No pain from her broken legs—she moved unnaturally.

Slip.

She shrugged off the gown from her shoulders herself. In the dark, her pale shoulder line and swollen F-cup tits were brazenly exposed. Her erect nipples stiffened further in the air.

'Master…'

The Virgin Ghost's thoughts leaked out. The shikigami followed the shaman's programmed 'action imperatives' to the letter. Seduce me, fuck me, drain my essence.

'May I receive more of Master's seed?'

The Virgin Ghost trying to piggyback lightly on the shikigami's body. I closed my book and crossed my legs. Mina crawled toward me on the bed, then the floor. Her gown bunched up over her ass, exposing her bare pussy. Already soaked with juices, it squelched with every move.

'Haa… Master… my body's burning… fill me up…'

She reached my feet, prostrating and rubbing her face on my knee. The same lips that sobbed clinging to me daytime now licked near my zipper. Her toothless pink gums pressed the outline of my cock through my pants.

Slurp, smack.

"Zombie empty shell's no fun. Be bratty Kang Mina like yesterday."

The shikigami body stiffened at my words. The ghost possessed her swiftly.

"Hng… f-fine! You perv fuck! Hurry up and pull it out! Show me that stinky cum!"

Mina glared and snapped, but her hands frantically unbuckled my belt. The mismatch of arrogant face and slutty actions turned me on.

"Suck it first."

At my command, she unzipped and pulled out my massively swollen cock. Her eyes gleamed with greed. No hesitation—she gaped wide and engulfed the glans in her toothless mouth.

"Gulp… smack, slurrrp… squeeze."

Soft gums wrapped my shaft seamlessly, stroking down. Her tongue obsessively lapped the tip, sucking deep into her throat. In shikigami state, she was the perfect fuck doll made for sex.

"Haa… fuck. You suck like a pro."

I grabbed her hair and yanked her hard onto me.

"Gag! Glrk… guuulp!"

Impaled to her throat, physiological tears welled. But she didn't push away—instead hugging my thighs, trying to take more. Her gum-only mouth gnawed my cock sloppily.

Riiiing!

My smartphone blared from the living room table. I pulled out of her mouth.

"Wait. Phone."

"Haa… haa… hurry back… my pussy's itching like crazy…"

Mina slumped on the floor, kneading her tits and writhing.

Jang Chen in Seoul?

"Where is Jang Chen."

"Can't tell you that. Ugh… what the hell. Centipede? Why's it so huge?"

Nam Gyuho sounded flustered.

"Centipede?"

"Nothing. Must've seen wrong. A massive centipede flying at me… hallucination…"

A huge flying centipede? Sal (Killing Curse).

"Detective. Where are you? I'm coming now."

"Huh? Sure. Coffee shop in front of Gangnam Station Exit 6."

"Got it."

I had to hurry. Whatever info Nam Gyuho had, the relentless Sal (Killing Curse) meant he was crucial—and had to stay alive.

"Mina."

I opened the door. She was on the bed, legs splayed wide, fingering her pussy furiously.

Squelch, squish…

"Haaang! Oppa! Fuck me quick!"

"Hold it in tonight. Oppa's going hunting."

I fixed my pants and grabbed my jacket.

'Master… where are you going?'

The ghost's eye appeared on Mina's belly and asked.

"Oh yeah… you know this face?"

I showed the Virgin Ghost a screenshot from the video call.

Mina's eyes narrowed.

"The man called Jang-siljang, Jang Junpyo."

Jang Junpyo?? Combining Mina and the ghost's info gave solid leads.

"Jang Chen has a snakelike face at first glance. Sharp nose, long narrow eyes."

"Perfect! Thanks for the intel!"

I stepped out into the darkness. Park Taejun, Jang Chen. I'll show you assholes just how powerless your sorcery is against me.

Episode 3. The Culprits Emerge. End.