Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: I Became the Cult Leader
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The sun rose in the east.
Clang.
The residential neighborhood buzzed with noise as laborers hauled in various materials.
"This won't bring complaints, will it?"
Kang Woojin asked, watching them.
He directed the question to Jeong Man-sik, the labor office manager he'd known for a long time.
"There'll be some complaints, no doubt. Even with proper permits, people will report it anyway."
Jeong Man-sik replied, sipping his canned coffee.
"By the way, this house is pretty old."
He glanced at the single-family home undergoing remodeling and turned back to Kang Woojin.
"You're doing an extension too, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
Kang Woojin nodded curtly, prompting Jeong Man-sik to grin mischievously.
"You live long enough, you see everything. Who'd have thought Woojin from under me would be handing out jobs? Want another coffee, Mr. Buyer?"
"Don't make it awkward."
"Haha. How'd you get this place back? Didn't you sell it before and move to an officetel?"
Being close, Jeong Man-sik knew some of Kang Woojin's situation.
After all, when Kang Woojin had moved last time, all the heavy lifting was done by Jeong Man-sik's crew(?).
"Oh, yeah, I still live there. I bought this for other uses. Price was right."
"Yeah? House prices have dropped a lot lately."
"Got lucky. It was a distress sale."
It wasn't pure luck.
Kang Woojin knew Hwamyeong Guild was tightening its belt with massive layoffs.
No reason for them to keep a house they had no use for.
So he repurchased the house he'd sold for over 5 billion at less than half that price.
The secretary room chief registered as the owner, Nam Hyun-do, was easy to talk to.
The guild master had thrown a hanger at him, or so he said.
Harboring some grudge against Choi Tae-yoon and Choi Si-hyeok, he gladly sold the house at a huge loss to the guild.
"By the way, how long will the construction take?"
Kang Woojin suddenly asked Jeong Man-sik, reminiscing about the past.
"Interior remodeling won't take long. Previous owner did some work already."
"I see."
"Just the extension. If we finish the framework today, completion in about a week, plenty of buffer."
"Faster than expected."
"That's 'cause we're throwing manpower at it."
"Please see it through nicely."
"Don't worry, Woojin-ah. It'll be gorgeous. I vouch for the interior design firm on the extension. President's my junior."
Jeong Man-sik grinned and gave a thumbs-up.
Then Kang Woojin headed to the academy.
* * *
Boring classes wrapped up, ushering in the academy's liveliest time.
Like any other student, I headed to my personal hideout, the gym storage room, at lunch.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't just mine.
Cynthia and Yoo Harin were there too.
Among those who knew and used it.
"Mmm, nom, slurp."
"Smooch, slurp, chup."
They naturally took turns sucking my cock out of habit.
"Mmm, delicious. Woojin's dick..."
"Haa. Been waiting for this since morning."
Cynthia and Yoo Harin said with flushed faces, sucking eagerly.
"Slurp, smack, slurrrp."
Sia, down below, took one of my balls in her mouth and rolled her tongue.
"Smooch. Pop. Give me your thick cum quick..."
Harin focused on the glans.
Their surprisingly synced double fellatio felt amazing every time.
Gush! Gush!
Enough to make me cum soon.
"Gulp! Mmph!"
Sensing my climax, Yoo Harin deepthroated and swallowed every drop.
"Kuht!"
Showing her consistent genius, she opened her mouth to show me the clean result.
"Ahhh..."
Next was Cynthia's turn.
Swish.
Sia climbed on top naturally, reached back for a few hand strokes to get me hard again.
And.
Squelch—.
She lowered her pussy, swallowing my cock whole.
"Ahhn! So good!"
Sia settled on my thighs, bouncing her hips and moaning nonstop.
"Hey, Woo-chin. Touch me too quick..."
Yoo Harin kissed my chest alongside Sia, teasing my nipple with her tongue tip.
Squelch!
I silently fingered Harin's pussy.
"Ahhn!"
She hugged tighter, gripping my arm.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
Sex had become our daily routine, us three.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
No need for plans; we ignited whenever we had a moment, spending dynamic time together as always.
"Ahhhnn♡!"
"Hyaaang♡!"
I dutifully aftercared, groping Sia and Harin's breasts lost in afterglow.
"Huu. Today was amazing too, Woojin-ah..."
"Haaa, seriously. This is totally cheating."
Contrasting straightforward Sia, Harin whined pointlessly.
"Doing this every time makes me feel like your personal fuckhole."
"Aren't you my fuckhole, Harin? Why state the obvious."
I snickered sarcastically, but she grabbed my cock tight.
"You're such a bastard. Gonna fuck other bitches too, right? I can tell from your cum volume."
"Oh, really? You can tell just like that?"
"Whatever. I warned you before—if you neglect me, you're dead. Even if you get bored and dump me, I'll kill you for real."
"Scary. Guess I gotta work hard not to bore you."
"Yeah, work hard..."
"Not me—you gotta work hard, Harin. Let's do cosplay sex next."
I pinched her nipple as I said it.
"Ahht! How in the academy?!"
"Get a motel. Oh, no need now. Bought back the old house."
Sia asked at my words.
"Speaking of, saw construction this morning. Moving back?"
She said, gently stroking my chest.
"Not right away. Using it as a church. Stick out your tongue."
I kissed Sia sticky-sweet.
Our tongues tangled wildly in the air.
Moments later, Harin kept handjobbing and asked.
"Church? You join a religion, Woo-chin?"
"Yeah. Peach Blossom Truth Church. Officially joined recently."
I gave them the rough rundown.
No point hiding anymore.
I revealed I'd been appointed leader as an official disciple.
"You a religious guy? Kinda unexpected."
Of course, no deep details or backstory.
"Seems like a good place. Lots of volunteering and donations."
I only shared the public face.
"Heard of it, but seems sketchy."
Yoo Harin muttered, displeased.
Like instinct.
Her animal senses tingled suspiciously.
"Met one of their followers on guild business once. Super fanatical."
"Religions are like that."
"But don't those places get annoying? Tons of rules and behaviors to follow."
"Some basics, but Truth Church is pretty free. As leader, I can ignore minor ones."
Worth the 3 billion investment.
As an insider, I had far more authority than regular followers or disciples.
"Can we visit next time?"
Cynthia blinked cutely and asked.
"Of course. Come anytime. That house holds Sia's memories too."
"Yeah. Thanks, Woojin-ah."
She beamed, burying her face in my neck and kissing.
"Come too, Harin."
"...Duh, I'm coming."
"'Cause you're my fuckhole?"
"No!"
She squeezed and shook my cock harder, adding.
"'Cause it's my pet dick!"
Forgetting our dynamic momentarily, she tried to take control.
Her expression showed it was half-joking, but I still found it cheeky.
"Rebellious medal, huh..."
"Rebel? What?"
"Been too soft lately, huh? Wanna get fucked unconscious again, Harin?"
"W-what?!"
Just looking at Harin told me.
People really are forgetful creatures.
Sia and Harin needed consistent love—no, training.
Couldn't fully slack just because they'd been tamed.
"Sia-ya, grab that jewelry box."
Ideally, permanent womb tattoos.
Considering their social images, I postponed branding and settled for toys now.
Squeeze.
I pulled a thick anal plug from the box Sia fetched and shoved it in.
"Eek?!"
The sudden intrusion made Yoo Harin's body jolt.
"From now on, you wear that always."
"Th-this feels weird..."
I ignored her squirming and twitching ass, turning to Cynthia.
"And for Sia, hmm, this?"
"M-me too...?"
"Better than a chastity belt, right?"
I inserted a rotor into Cynthia's pussy next.
"Aang! It's in!"
"Don't worry too much. Won't vibrate it randomly."
"Hng, embarrassing..."
And so.
Having default-equipped Cynthia and Yoo Harin with rotors and plugs respectively, I casually stood.
"Oh, right. You guys free after school? Jihye's last shift today—invited us to the cafe. Wanna go?"
No reply.
"Eut, hngg."
"Haak, mmph."
Devoid of choice, they writhed in familiar yet alien sensations, moaning hotly.
* * *
Cafe Billis, not too crowded.
Lee Ji-hye, just off shift, joined her friends at a window table.
"Ahh, finally done. Want anything else?"
Her face beamed with relief and liberation, no worries in sight.
"Sia and Harin look pale. You okay?"
Cynthia and Yoo Harin were the opposite of Lee Ji-hye.
"N-no, I'm fine."
"Nothing. Don't worry."
Despite words, their twitching bodies prompted Ji-hye to slowly rummage her handbag.
Swish.
To the two suffering unspeakably, she offered period painkillers.
"Try these. They work great."
Misreading their conditions, she even ordered sweet desserts.
And.
"Anyway, back to that time."
Lee Ji-hye continued her unfinished counter story.
"When I said I'm quitting suddenly, you should've seen the manager's face."
She glanced around, confirming no manager nearby.
"Looked like he bit shit."
As promised, she gave Kang Woojin some feedback.
Of course, with clueless Cynthia and Yoo Harin, she filtered her words.
"Stammering about needing money—hilarious!"
Kang Woojin quietly stood as he listened.
"Huh? Where?"
"Bathroom quick."
But he didn't head to the bathroom, away from the group.
Step.
Out of the cafe, he circled to the back, finding the smoking area.
"Suck, haa."
A man in his late 30s was already there, smoking irritably on a call.
"Fuck, that's how it is. That bitch must've struck gold..."
It was Cafe Billis's manager.
Kang Woojin leisurely lit up beside him.
"Hey, you said you do deepfakes. Photoshop that bitch's face and spread it everywhere."
The manager blabbed on, ignoring Kang Woojin entering.
"What? Report? Nah, don't worry. She's just a slut setting terms."
He covered the phone, turned, lowered voice.
But couldn't fool Kang Woojin's sharp ears.
Kang Woojin silently tapped the manager's shoulder.
"Hold on."
The manager pulled the phone away and turned.
"What?"
That instant.
Thud!
Kang Woojin grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall.
Bam!
The sudden shock widened the manager's eyes; choked breath exploded out.
"Gack?! Khk!"
"Eavesdropping's fun—such interesting talk."
Kang Woojin growled coldly, tossing the purple-faced man aside.
Thud!
The manager ass-planted, looking up red-faced.
"Kuh! Cough! Cough!"
Rubbing his throat, he rasped.
"F-fuck, what's your sudden problem?!"
Kang Woojin slowly stubbed his cigarette and countered.
"And what were you planning?"
"What?!"
"Heard everything."
"...W-who the fuck are you?!"
"Me?"
"Police?! Mind your own business, asshole?!"
Manager raged; Kang Woojin shoved his face close.
"I'm Jihye's 'Papa'."
"...!"
"Her rich boyfriend."
The manager paled again.
And in that deserted spot, pained, muffled screams echoed.
"Mmph! Mgh!"
For a while.