Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Falling into Depravity
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The reception room of a grand mansion that brought to mind a corporate headquarters.
I was welcoming a pleasant guest there, bathed in the glow of the evening sunset.
"Hmm, so you're telling me to join the Truth Church?"
She crossed her arms, deliberately accentuating her ample chest. It was none other than Park A-young.
"Yes, that's right. A-young."
"What's in it for me if I join? I don't have a ton of free time for religious activities anyway."
"You just have to join. That's it."
"Hmmm."
"And it's not exactly a benefit, but we'd get to see each other more often. You and me."
"Ha, that's totally a benefit."
Park A-young licked her lips, wiping the corner of her mouth with her tongue for no reason.
"Woojin, do you have any idea how much you've ruined my sex life?"
She looked at me with feigned resentment.
"Is that so?"
"I mentioned it once before, but ever since being with you, my body's been weird. I don't even get turned on by other guys anymore."
"That must be tough."
"Since meeting you, I haven't slept with a single other man."
What an honor, I suppose.
It had been nothing more than a one-night fling with a woman of her glamorous past, but it didn't feel bad to have my skills acknowledged.
"Anyway, I'll join, like you said. But next time, you have to pound me rough again. Got it?"
Park A-young slowly approached me, poking my chest with her index finger.
Word was she was a married woman, hitched to some rich old guy.
Imagining her playing the demure housewife at home after this made me a little aroused.
"You're welcome anytime."
I smiled at her, savoring the unusual flavor—whether delicacy or guilty pleasure—that she offered, different from the usual.
"Oh, by the way, someone will visit your place soon. Think of it as a light initiation test. Just a simple questionnaire and mana aptitude check."
Park A-young tilted her head at my explanation.
"Questionnaire's fine, but why the mana aptitude test?"
The reason was that headquarters wanted to screen for Awakeners and non-Awakeners, and even identify those with potential for Awakening—but I couldn't exactly be honest about that.
"Who knows. High mana basically means strong vitality, right? They're probably keeping special tabs on you or something."
I brushed it off vaguely and escorted her to the entrance.
"Special tabs, huh. I don't want anyone managing me except you, Woojin."
She turned back to me as she headed for the gate.
"It'll probably turn out that way. If any other disciple demands something unreasonable from you, just refuse outright."
"Is that okay? I heard official disciples of the Peach Blossom Truth Church hold pretty high positions."
"There might be some penalties for religious activities, but you're not joining in earnest anyway, right?"
"Well... yeah."
"Truth Church disciples don't mess around with regular followers to begin with. The doctrine says followers should obey the disciples' teachings, sure, but everyone is a precious member of the Truth Church."
In short, no one would lay a finger on Park A-young if she didn't want it.
Until her faith—or rather, the gaslighting-induced brainwashing—in the Peach Blossom Truth Church deepened.
Regular followers were generally safe.
Body, mind, and chastity alike.
Lee Yeon-hee, in a similar position to Park A-young, was no exception.
'Come to think of it, it's about time for her to come up, date-wise.'
The regular followers handling the Truth Church's public-facing activities.
It took quite a while for them to encounter the true nature of the doctrine and step into the shadows.
That's how airtight it was, allowing the Peach Blossom Truth Church to operate as a vagrant group beyond the Hunter Management Bureau's watchful eyes.
"Still, take care going home, A-young. I'll be in touch."
"You too, Woojin. Next time, I'll wear some super slutty lingerie. Look forward to it."
After bidding Park A-young farewell and returning to the mansion, Lee Ji-hye approached as if she'd been waiting.
"Good work."
She held a fruit tray and naturally led me to the sofa.
"But, honey."
"Yeah?"
"Why drag her in too? With Ye-eun and the twin cultivation thing, isn't the goal already achieved?"
"Not yet."
I chuckled at Ji-hye's question.
I couldn't confidently claim that the Peach Blossom Truth Church—or even Ye-eun—was fully mine yet.
"Truth is, this church is way dirtier than you can imagine."
"Really...?"
"To be accepted not just as a member, but as true family, you have to prove your faith."
It was the usual cliché.
Like how villainous groups test new recruits by making them kill someone.
Or egging them on to commit all sorts of misdeeds to check if they match the group's wavelength.
"That's why I'll show the Audit Department properly. How I'm such a bad guy, cheating on my 'girlfriend' left and right with other women. How faithfully I follow the Truth Church's teachings."
"I'll be the girlfriend, and that Park A-young from earlier is one of the girls you're cheating with?"
"Something like that. Can't really use the Ye-eun connection right now anyway."
Sia and Harin went without saying.
Cynthia, with her outstanding Awakening ability, and the somewhat famous Yoo Harin were hard to pull into this mess easily.
At least for now.
As long as there were no needless misunderstandings, I'd be lucky. Since I was already veering off the original plot, minimizing unexpected variables was best.
Bzzz!
Right on cue, my phone buzzed with messages from Sia and Harin.
'Can't be a decent guy, huh.'
Speak of the devil—they were always texting whenever they had a chance, craving my attention and affection.
"Who is it?"
"Sia and Harin."
I shrugged and casually answered Ji-hye's question, ignoring the messages and pocketing my phone.
"No reply?"
"Nothing important. It's fine for now."
Truth be told, it wasn't just fine—it was perfect.
While focusing on the Truth Church and Han Ye-eun, I inevitably had to neglect those two somewhat.
I planned to exploit that, turning half-hearted soothing into a training process.
Neglect play, as it were.
We saw each other at the academy daily, but compared to before, our meetings had dropped sharply.
Imagining how desperate Cynthia and Yoo Harin would get as days passed filled me with indescribable anticipation that made my balls tingle.
"Heh heh."
A laugh escaped me.
"...Honey, your face looks super sleazy."
"Does it?"
"Like a total villain."
"What, now you notice?"
"True. I've known you're a bad guy for a while."
She didn't know all my circumstances, but Ji-hye sighed anew, looking genuinely concerned.
"Hey, Woojin-ah."
Changing the subject.
"You know what you're doing is really dangerous, right?"
She was sincerely worried about my safety.
"I know."
"You sure you'll be okay? The church sounds way filthier than I thought. I'm suddenly scared..."
"Don't worry. Even in the worst case, nothing will happen to you."
"It's not just me—I'm worried about you."
Had she gotten too immersed in the lover roleplay?
Her hair, now long enough to brush her shoulders, matched the depth of her feelings for me as she said something endearing.
"Someone once said something like this."
I stroked Ji-hye's hair, recalling a masked dark hero with deceptively honest eyes.
"What do you do when there's evil that justice can't judge?"
I echoed his question to the world.
"Will you stain your hands with evil to slay greater evil, or cling to justice to the end and tolerate it?"
My self-answered conclusion matched his.
"I'd become evil to crush greater evil!"
Suddenly, Ji-hye's expression twisted subtly.
"...Middle school syndrome."
She mouthed quietly, then jabbed my chest.
I'd been serious, and now it was embarrassing...
"...Quote addict."
She didn't stop, delivering the finishing blow.
"Otaku. Totally boring."
Fuck, Ji-hye, I'm gonna fuck you unconscious tonight.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Time flew by.
Full autumn faded, and the weather turned too cold for short sleeves.
Yet Han Ye-eun, who as an Awakener barely felt the chill, entered the hotel room today in her usual cool outfit.
Cool was putting it mildly—it was downright provocative.
Artfully casual.
Sexy yet not overtly so, her daily look clung tightly, revealing every curve.
More lewd than her outfit were Han Ye-eun's inner thoughts as she took ten deep breaths.
'How many times has it been...?'
It had been quite a while since forming the twin cultivation bond with Kang Woojin.
'Three... no, four times?'
Not many sessions, but each brought extreme pleasure.
She climaxed countless times, flailing in the endless abyss called ecstasy.
They'd tried every position imaginable.
Under the guise of bedchamber arts, she'd experienced every variety of perverse acts.
Showing her unseemly side to Kang Woojin, whom she'd intellectually grown fond of, her pleasure-engraved body grew ever more lascivious.
She still found this version of herself unfamiliar.
She hadn't adapted yet.
No, her body had adapted fully, but her mind still recoiled at the sexual acts with him.
"Wanna shower first?"
Kang Woojin asked her directly.
"I... showered at home."
"Oh, yeah?"
"You...?"
"Eh, I cleaned up roughly."
"Then, right away..."
Shall we start?
The words stuck in her throat as Han Ye-eun frowned, suddenly examining herself.
'My head hurts...'
Then Kang Woojin tossed out a random question.
"Hey, Ye-eun."
"Yeah?"
"Do I seem like an otaku?"
"...What?"
No matter how downplayed, he was just a nerd, lightening the mood with silly banter.
"Let's start. Sit down quick..."
Soon, Han Ye-eun knelt obediently between his legs.
Zip.
Assuming the position naturally, she deftly undid his pants with practiced skill.
"Ah..."
A sigh escaped at the ever-embarrassing sight of his cock.
'That pungent smell again today...'
Swallowing a short lament, she habitually took it into her mouth.
"Haaam."
And sucked it earnestly.
Slurp. Sluuurp.
Bobbing her head on the glans, she massaged the base and balls with both hands.
Smooth, stroke, tap, tap-tap—.
This was mere training, nothing more.
"Slurp, slurp, sluuuurp..."
But unbeknownst to herself, she was growing addicted to his cock.
'Delicious—no, disgusting.'
Beyond even the suggestions in her mind.
'He feels good... Woojin does...'
Sinking deeper, addicted beyond anyone's help.
To Kang Woojin.
To Kang Woojin's cock.
To the pleasure it gave.
'...It's getting bigger in my mouth.'
Glancing up, Han Ye-eun watched his reaction.
His brow furrowed pleasurably with low, short groans, spurring her to suck more fervently.
"Sluuurp, slurp, sluuuuurp..."
Taking it deep into her throat.
"...Slurp, ugh."
The current Han Ye-eun, deepthroating, didn't notice at all.
That her gag reflex had weakened long ago.