Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: I Became the Cult Leader (2)
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Jeong Man-sik, the Labor Office director, had kept his bold promise.
Exactly one week later, I openly clapped in admiration for the day laborers who had stuck precisely to the completion date.
"Wow..."
It felt like I'd gone back to my childhood.
Like finishing one of those prefab model kits, maybe?
Back from the academy, I couldn't stop marveling at the house transformed into a sleek modern style.
But the changes went beyond just the style.
With the expansion permit approved, the house now had two more floors above ground, making five in total including the basement.
From the outside, it looked like only four stories, but for a single-family home, even that was impressively tall.
The building was far larger than any average villa or studio apartment, exuding sheer grandeur.
The refined modern design gave off vibes of a place where real chaebol heirs would live.
Something like a small agency's office, too.
It even had the feel of a modest mid-sized company's headquarters.
Money really is the best.
Amazed once more by Jeong Man-sik's efficiency in wrapping up a project like this in just a week, I inwardly praised the mana civilization again.
The manpower was one thing, but without high-output mana equipment, this would've taken two or three months at least.
"House is ready. Now just need to bring in the people."
Sex slaves, living onaholes, meat toilets, cum dumps, bathrooms, cock houses, dick drains, and so on.
Different names, but all converging on one purpose—picturing all those pussies piling up made my chest swell with pride.
Of course, my dick swelled too.
As grandly as this veritable mansion—my house.
Drenched in that indescribable thrill, I stared at what would now serve as the Truth Church's temple and dialed a number.
Ring. Click.
They picked up before the first ring even finished.
As if they'd been waiting.
Very obedient, indeed.
[I'm on my way! Almost there!]
But the voice crackling through the phone was anything but obedient.
[You've got five minutes flat.]
Irritated for no reason, I slapped a time limit on Lee Ji-hye.
Click!
I hung up.
Just try being late.
I'll make her service me once every thirty seconds for the exact minutes she's tardy.
Blowjobs, paizuri, footjobs, handjobs, sumata, rimjobs—the thought of all those varied sexual services sent another rush of blood southward.
"Huff! Huff!"
Regrettably, Ji-hye arrived at the mansion's entrance without exceeding five minutes.
"Too bad. Can't be helped. Come on in."
Shrugging, I punched in the code for the double front doors and swung them open.
"W-Wait a sec. Let me catch my breath."
Ji-hye shuffled into the front yard, hands on her knees, posture hunched.
"Whew. I've got a ton I wanna complain about, but first off—where the hell is this place?"
She followed up with that.
"Your new home."
I replied flatly.
"What?!"
"Move in whenever it's convenient."
"Hold on! Hold on a minute! This isn't making any sense—can you explain in detail?! You drag me out here outta nowhere, and now you're saying I live here?!"
"Not a bad deal for you. No separate rent. Well, you could say I'm taking it out in trade."
"..."
"Truth is, there's work for you to do here, Ji-hye. Commuting every day would suck, so I figured you should just move in. If you hate it, commute by all means."
At my polite explanation, Ji-hye blankly mulled it over.
"I'll show you around. Come on in."
I opened the mansion's front door and led her inside, adding more details as we went.
"Looks like a normal house, but this is officially a Truth Church temple now. It'll be registered with the city hall sometime this week."
"Truth Church? Temple?"
"Yep. Donated a bunch, so I snagged the leader spot. It's my house anyway, but whatever. Can't manage it full-time myself, so I need a favor from you, Ji-hye."
"Uh... so, like a housekeeper?"
I handed her a coffee as she sat on the sofa.
"Kinda, but think personal secretary instead. Not just the house—you'll manage the believers attached to this temple too. Since it came up, handle my schedule as well."
"Personal secretary..."
"Contract's one year flat, like I said before. Help out unpaid for that, then steady salary after. Quit anytime, of course."
Ji-hye fiddled with her coffee cup and murmured softly.
"Not bad, I guess..."
Her personal tastes aside, it was perfect for her.
With all her part-time gigs, she was quick on the uptake.
In short, capable Ji-hye.
As a civilian helper, she'd be huge for targeting Han Ye-eun and worming into the Truth Church.
"Got it. I'll do it."
"Good."
"But, uh, you said it'd be naughty stuff originally...?"
"Of course you'll do that too."
"Huh?"
"Draining the boss's balls and managing his urges is standard secretary work, right?"
"Y-You psycho! What kinda standard is that?!"
Oops, my bad.
This wasn't a world with altered common sense.
With all the NTR around, I get confused sometimes.
"Anyway, standard or not, you'll do it."
"...!"
"Like I told you upfront, it's naughty work."
"Ugh..."
"Especially mandatory during public training sessions."
"Public... training? What's that...?"
"Simple terms: checking if you're doing good religious activities—or good sex. Like a periodic review at a company. Auditors from HQ will show up."
"Wh-What kinda cult does that?!"
Ji-hye shuddered in disbelief.
"You're insane!"
Not unreasonable to freak out, but it was too early for full shock.
"Can't be helped. Not every temple gets audited, but I haven't earned full trust yet."
"Isn't the Truth Church that place from the news?! They actually do stuff like that?!"
"Don't dig too deep or you'll get hurt. Just know internal activities include that much."
"Ha, haha. World really is crazy..."
"Just in case: don't blab about this anywhere."
"The world's not crazy—the Truth Church is."
"Fair enough. Nah, this whole world with awakeners and monsters is pretty nuts too."
Ji-hye sighed deeply and sipped her now-cold coffee.
"No need to worry too much. They won't make us fuck in front of others, at least."
"Oh? Really?"
"Not into exhibitionism myself."
"Then how do they check?"
"Pulse reading and surveys. Pulse is just feeling your wrist; survey's like a marital relations questionnaire."
"That's a relief..."
"Oh, and I went ahead and registered you as a believer. As my girlfriend."
Her face darkened briefly at my words, then lit up brightly.
"Girlfriend...?"
"Converting a girlfriend counts as results right off the bat."
She muttered unwittingly.
"Even fake... kinda makes me happy..."
Pretending not to hear, I pressed on with the explanation.
"Regular believer duties are light. Morning exercises, bow before the scrolls and Buddha statue, read some scriptures, meditate with deep breathing. Won't make you do outreach."
"'Light' my ass—sounds like plenty."
"You've got time, right? Quit all your part-times anyway."
"True, but..."
Full disciples add sex—bedroom arts training and lewd events—but Ji-hye wouldn't go that far.
I'll wrap it all up before then.
Ji-hye was just a regular believer and fake girlfriend, sufficient as my formal disciple sex partner.
Only until I broke Han Ye-eun.
Once Ye-eun was trained, no need for obligatory fake relations with Ji-hye or the pretense.
Ye-eun would handle audits and church records herself.
In other words, all this was prep to target Han Ye-eun.
Like how Cynthia and Harin spurred each other during their training, I'd use Ji-hye to prod Ye-eun.
"Alright, let's settle on pet names first?"
"Pet names...?"
"Gotta look like lovers."
My fake lover Ji-hye blushed faintly as she replied.
"O-Okay. Honey..."
She repeated the unfamiliar term.
"Honey. Honey."
"No need to act outside the church, with non-believers."
"So complicated and picky, my honey."
"Blame the targets."
"Basically, don't let Sia or Harin-ah catch on to our fake romance?"
I'd meant Han Ye-eun, but Ji-hye wasn't wrong.
If those two learned about me and Ji-hye—even fake—it'd get messy.
Huge gap between fuckbuddies and lovers.
"Ji-hye, you get it quick. Love that."
"Figured as much. You three had weird vibes at the izakaya before."
More cooperative than expected, I decided to share more specifics.
"Spot on, Ji-hye."
She'd learn soon anyway.
"Whoa, had my suspicions, but my honey's a real bad guy."
"I know."
"Aiming for Sia, Harin, me—and even Ye-eun?"
"Caught on?"
"Heard she's Truth Church. Her vibe at the reunion recently too."
But even she couldn't know everything.
Han Ye-eun, candidate for Great Saintess of the Truth Church.
Brainwashed by her "father" Han Jong-hui.
First: blood ties.
Orphanage-raised Ye-eun believed Han Jong-hui was her real dad.
Second: sexual barriers.
His doting brainwashing left her sexually numb—no arousal possible.
She felt disgust from male skinship beyond a point.
Until the time was ripe.
Han Jong-hui's safeguard for her purity.
Her position made it no easy fuck anyway.
Why I'd invested so much groundwork.
And the third brainwashing...
"...honey."
"Hm?"
"Honey. What're you thinking about with me right here?"
Ji-hye snapped me from my reverie, patting the spot beside her.
"Stop standing—sit."
Her flushed face said it all.
Thud.
I sat naturally beside her.
"Whatever, today marks our day one?"
"Fake one."
"Wanna commemorate it. What do you say, honey?"
"Commemorate?"
Like back at her place, she stroked my thigh.
"Something lovers do."
Then she kissed me.
"Mm, nnh..."
Her sticky tongue entwined with mine, sharing faint coffee breath as she explored every corner of my mouth.
"Smack. Smooch..."
She pressed and parted lips a few times, wiping away saliva traces.
"...Been thinking this awhile, but you're surprisingly into it, Ji-hye."
"Out in the open? It's 'cause you're good at it—no, honey's good."
Kissing again, she clung to me, and we toppled onto the sofa.
Swish.
I stripped her as I said,
"Don't cut your hair short from now on. I like it long."
Ji-hye blinked, then beamed silently.