Chapter 19: Hooked on the Virgin Ghost's Full-Body Shower Service
The Virgin Ghost's full-body shower service under the spray was something I could've indulged in every damn day. I kept cumming and cumming until my balls were completely drained. We showered until our bodies felt like they might burst, then finally stepped out.
Now it was time to bring Kang Mina back to normal. Any leftover cum in her pussy had been neatly absorbed by the Virgin Ghost. Aside from her slit being slightly parted, it was pristine and dry—no one could tell there'd been a creampie.
"Gasp—!!"
Mina, collapsed on the floor, sucked in a huge breath like someone surfacing from water and bolted upright. Once she came to, she blankly scanned her surroundings before her eyes met mine.
"O… Oppa…!"
Her eyes were filled with terror and exhaustion.
"It's over. Two hours."
I sat on the sofa, cigarette in mouth, looking down at her impassively.
"You held out. Good job."
"Hwaaaang!! Oppa…!"
Only now grasping the situation, Mina burst into tears. She clung to my leg, sobbing, and I felt a slight twitch in my dick—but reason held it back.
"I really thought I was gonna die! Like, that hanging ghost smashed through the window and tried to touch my face… Hic, hic! I screamed and fought it off… Huff, huff…."
"Yeah. Impressive. You toughed it out like a real trooper."
I swallowed a smirk inside while stroking her sweat-matted hair (actually just not fully dry from the shower).
She hadn't fended off any ghosts—she'd just exhausted herself grinding on top of me.
"That explains it… My whole body's sore, my back hurts. My stomach too… And I sweated buckets… That's normal, right?"
Mina rubbed her lower back, tilting her head innocently. I kept a straight face.
"Your soul separated from your body to repel the ghosts' yin energy, tensing every muscle to the extreme. It's like muscle soreness everyone gets the first time they use spiritual power."
"Oh… So that's it? I was seriously wiped…."
She nodded, buying it completely. A flicker of strange pride crossed her face—like she'd conquered some hellish soul-training ordeal.
"Good work. Go wash up."
"Yeah… I'll be quick. I passed stage one, right? I'm a 2nd Grade shaman now, yeah?"
Mina looked up expectantly.
"Yeah. 2nd Grade shaman."
Beaming at the praise, she clutched her aching back and waddled toward the bathroom. Her gait screamed sore pussy.
The door shut, and water started running. I stood and gazed out the window. The morning sun had fully risen, bathing the apartment complex in light.
'Master. You really have a twisted sense of humor. It'll be a sight when this bitch learns the truth.'
Mongshili muttered in disbelief.
'She'll never know. That's your burden—knowing and keeping your mouths shut.'
My killing intent carried even to the Virgin Ghost in the bathroom.
"Atchoo! Heh-at-choo-yeo! Hoo-yang-hoo-ya~"
Mina started sneezing nonstop. Her sneezes were weirdly unique—always trailed by some odd noise. Made her cuter.
"Mina. Gangnam Haoh Clinic at 2 p.m. today. Reservation's set—get the implants done. Gotta fast, so no breakfast. No water two hours before."
The bathroom door cracked open, and Mina poked her head out.
"Okaay! But where you goin', oppa?"
"Rooftop workout."
"Can't I come with?"
"I'll be there first. Come up slow later."
"Yesss~~~"
I needed more practice with Flying Talisman Slash. Talisman arts were new to me too, so mastering fine spiritual power control came first.
But fasting—does that include cum? Nah.
Jang Junpyo clutched his head. The damage from the mercenaries raiding their crime complex was insane.
"Yes, Executive Director. We're certain it was a rescue op for U Minjeong. They knew exactly which building and floor she was streaming from. Twelve intruders. All killed."
"Our casualties?"
"Local soldiers… forty-t… forty-two."
"Jang. Why do you think I pay you top dollar?"
"I… I'm sorry."
"Who sent them?"
"Still investigating, but… Belarusian mercenaries, so maybe Kang Rokgi with his Russian ties. Cheaper than prepping 10 billion won—half that wouldn't cut it."
Park Taejun fell silent on the line, sending chills down Jang Junpyo's spine.
"Triad's complaining to me. We paid big for those business rights—don't let China snatch 'em back. Deliver results worthy of my trust. Got it?"
"I'll work hard."
"'Work hard' won't cut it. Stake your life."
"Yes!!"
"U Minjeong's Half-Human Shikigami conversion done?"
"Almost complete. Your method's brilliant. K-Half-Human Shikigami perfected with pure Korean ingenuity—no Chun Mei needed!"
"Don't slap 'K-' on everything."
"S-sorry."
"She following my behavioral directives? Gotta make her Kang Rokgi's cock-warmer and cling to him."
"Yes! Already implemented."
"Why no word from Jang Chen? Kang Suhu update?"
"That's… no contact from him either."
"Check Kang Suhu yourself. You know this is huge."
"I'm in Cambodia?"
"You fucking—I'm in Dubai, you dog…"
Park Taejun sighed deeply instead of cursing.
"Junpyo."
"Yes, Executive Director."
"No—Priest. You're the only one I trust. Keep disappointing me, how can this master handle the great task?"
"Sorry, Priest!"
"Triad's stirring. Rumors Ma Weijun's moving personally. Don't waste our Cambodia business rights. Nowhere else mass-produces Vengeful Spirits like this."
"Got it, Priest! Made three Special Grade Vengeful Spirits with Vengeful Spirit Arts on schedule."
"Good. Seal tight—no escapes mid-delivery like last time. US first this round—Epstein Island bound."
"US seems eager to train shamans too."
"Ignore that. Focus on business, Director Jang."
"Yes, Executive Director."
Click—the line went dead. Jang Junpyo sighed heavily.
"Fuck… What a prick. He's always banging models in Dubai, while I'm stuck in this hot, sticky hell making ghosts."
He slumped into his chair and lit a cigarette. Park Taejun snagging Cambodia's business rights was near-miraculous—taking over the Triad-led crime complex wholesale. Triad traded it for a major civilian project concession.
"But… why hand this honey pot to Priest? Conscience over killing? As if—murder's the best rush."
Jang Junpyo chuckled. On his desk: a freshly sealed jar with a Special Grade Vengeful Spirit, a headless woman's corpse, and a gruesome head with its tongue yanked out.
Samjeong Group HQ penthouse—Kang Rokgi's office reeked of thick agarwood incense, barely masking the rot from hundreds of Vengeful Spirits swarming him.
He sipped wine, quietly admiring Seoul's nightscape through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Behind him stood a bespectacled middle-aged beauty, hair slicked back—sharp-featured Mudang No.1 Executive Sin Seryeong. She silently burned talismans; each flame banished one clinging grudge spirit with a shriek.
"Days left? Or spirits?"
Sin Seryeong tracked the grudge spirits haunting him perfectly.
"One hundred twenty-two remain, Chairman."
"So my life's got 122 days."
"My deepest apologies, Chairman."
"Hundred Ghosts Longevity Art—can't use it twice, right?"
"We'll convert Kang Suhu's body to Half-Human Shikigami and offer it swiftly. Succeed with the Soul Shift Body Swap Art, and you'll claim his flesh."
The spells from her lips made Half-Human Shikigami Art seem child's play—vicious forbidden arts. Soul Shift Body Swap Art stole kin's bodies for immortality; Hundred Ghosts Longevity Art sacrificed 365 youths, bound their grudge spirits to the body, and burned one nightly at midnight to extend life.
Kang Rokgi's natural lifespan ended, but her art bought him another year.
"Kang Suhu looked sturdy. I like it. Soul Shift failure odds? Cambodia flop with my son soured me. Would've nabbed U Minjeong easy."
"Fifty percent."
Their words stunned. Kang Rokgi killed his own son—Suhu's father—to hijack that body.
"Way to boost those odds? No decent family males left post-Suhu fail."
"There is, milord. Sacrifice three Spirit Grade shamans… success becomes certain."
"Three Spirit Grade shamans? Korea might have one, if that…"
Kang Rokgi mulled his wine, gulping noisily—his thinking tic.
"Wait… They don't have to be Korean, right?"
"Precisely."
"Got it. Partner with Netflix for a global audition. Shaman survival show. Stakes: Samjeong exec spot, 100 billion cash… What'll draw every Spirit Grade worldwide?"
"Brilliant, Chairman. I'll lend a treasure as winner's prize—they'll die as offerings anyway. I hold an orbs from the Imugi's egg. Any Spirit Grade would lose their minds."
"Yeouiju?" Kang Rokgi's eyes bulged.
"You've truly lived over a millennium—no jest."
"I jest not, milord. Mere trifle."
Kang Rokgi beamed.
"U Minjeong rescue flop had me down, but this is gold. Kahahaha."
"Yet… a question lingers."
He glanced at Sin Seryeong's trailing tone.
"Why spare Park Taejun? He supplies Vengeful Spirits from Cambodia, yet schemes to Half-Human Shikigami-ize your cherished U Minjeong, control you through her."
Kang Rokgi laughed knowingly.
"Unlike you to fret over trifles."
"Apologies."
"Triad and US bigshot Epstein entangled—for now, I play along. Park aids Epstein. No great worry; I'll end it myself."
"Bold ingrate, betraying your grace."
"He's Spirit Grade—lure him to the survival show, two birds killed."
Sin Seryeong smirked.
"Assign a PD for the shaman survival. I'll design it personally."
"Sounds fun. With you in, I'll tune in."
Kang Rokgi's vile lips curled.
Chapter 5: The Flames of War Ignite.
End.