Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: The Saintess for One Person Only (6)
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The Cult Leader's Seal.
It was an absolutely essential item for ascending to the position of leader of the Do-won Truth Church.
Just like the imperial seals that symbolized the authority of ancient emperors.
To gain the recognition of all, one needed the Cult Leader's Seal.
"Where is that thing?"
I leaned in close to Han Jong-hoe, pressing my face right up to his—the current leader and the only one who knew where the seal was hidden.
"...W-What are you talking about?"
Blood tears streamed down Han Jong-hoe's face as he turned his head slightly, as if dodging the presence right in front of his nose.
As expected, he was still an Awakened, through and through.
He'd grown somewhat accustomed to the pain in his eyes and swallowed his groans, merely breaking out in cold sweat.
"I'm asking where you've hidden the Cult Leader's Seal."
Lowering my voice naturally, I grabbed his throat and tightened my grip.
"Kuhk."
Han Jong-hoe let out another groan as the pressure slowly strangled his neck.
"You bastard... Were you thinking of becoming the leader of our church...?"
Finally managing to speak, he squeezed his empty eyes shut and glared in my direction.
Was this his last shred of pride?
He'd lost everything overnight, but he seemed unwilling to hand his position over to me, of all people.
"No?"
I let him go and chuckled mockingly.
"Kuhk! Gah! Cough! Cough! What the hell?!"
Gasping for air now that he could breathe again, Han Jong-hoe asked back. I replied indifferently.
"Why would I bother being a cult leader? Too much hassle."
What I wanted was responsibility-free pleasure(?).
With the Elder Council wiped out and the Do-won Truth Church's leadership completely collapsed.
Putting the chaotic church back in order would be no small task, and I had no desire to shoulder that burden.
"Besides, if I took the leader's seat, how would the Hunter Management Bureau and the guilds who helped this time see me?"
Me becoming the leader would mean my worldly calculations became known to everyone else.
"So quit the pointless stubbornness and let's wrap this up quick. Father-in-law."
Truth be told, I could seize control of the Do-won Truth Church anytime, even without the Cult Leader's Seal.
If I set my mind to it, dominating this place with its leadership gone wouldn't be hard at all.
The reason I wanted the seal symbolizing the leader's authority was purely to clean things up peacefully.
To normalize the church's followers, who had suddenly lost their leader.
"...You damn punk. You think hearing that crap will make me hand over the seal?"
Han Jong-hoe twisted his lips at my frank words.
"Let me be clear. I don't even know where the seal is. So give up."
He added mockingly.
"No, even if I did know, I'd never hand it over to you."
He wouldn't tell me, even if it killed him.
Han Jong-hoe declared his grim resolve.
"...Yeah, figured as much."
I nodded calmly.
It was the reaction I'd expected.
I hadn't thought he'd comply obediently for a second.
Besides, the current him truly didn't know the seal's location.
I glanced anew at the dagger in my hand.
Tziiing—.
Its moonlit blade reflected my face like a mirror.
Staring at that mirror-like dagger, I recalled the original game's lore.
'In the game, even the Flame Guild never managed to obtain the seal.'
According to Tsukuru's ero-game plot, the Cult Leader's Seal vanished into the dustbin of history, never falling into anyone's hands.
It wasn't simply because Han Jong-hoe wouldn't talk.
He genuinely didn't know the location himself.
His earlier words weren't lies; the cunning bastard had hypnotized himself via mirror to completely forget the seal's hiding spot.
That was why the original Han Jong-hoe never cracked under torture and torment.
Recalling that fact, I turned my head and said.
"Think you can do it? Ye-eun-ah?"
I was asking if Han Ye-eun's mind control ability could extract the info from Han Jong-hoe's head.
"Sorry... I'm still not used to this power yet..."
Han Ye-eun shook her head with a troubled expression.
Her mind control wasn't omnipotent to begin with.
An ability to make others obey.
Applied cleverly, it could directly influence the mind to erase memories or read information.
It seemed like a perfect cheat skill at first glance.
But it had clear limits.
You couldn't order someone to circumnavigate Earth in a day, or confess what they didn't know.
Impossible things from the start couldn't be made possible.
"Plus, Father—no, that man's self-hypnosis is from too long ago, so unraveling it is way trickier..."
In short, Han Ye-eun couldn't snap her fingers to break Han Jong-hoe's hypnosis with her power, and reading the info from his mind was extremely difficult.
"Can't be helped."
I shrugged indifferently.
Her reaction was entirely within my expectations too.
"Don't feel too bad, Ye-eun-ah."
I'd just confirmed the facts, nothing more.
"Heh."
Han Jong-hoe sneered at us.
"No matter how hard you try, things won't go your way."
A sharp slap rang out at his mocking words.
Slap!
The Fire Princess Han Ye-eun suddenly struck Han Jong-hoe's cheek, snapping his head limply to the side.
"Be quiet."
"Kuh. Our Ye-eun's hand is spicier than I thought. Yes, violence is a fine means of conversation."
"I said shut up."
"Your mouth's gotten rough too. All because of that bastard?"
Tsking his tongue, Han Jong-hoe leisurely added.
"Kill me."
Of course, anyone could tell that wasn't his true feelings.
"If you're not gonna kill me, treat me a bit gentler."
Having racked his brains, Han Jong-hoe struck a negotiating pose.
"Dear son-in-law, this father-in-law's legs ache from kneeling so long. Wouldn't you fetch a chair?"
But his petty scheme and leisure didn't last long.
Swish.
With the blind man right before us, I exchanged a brief glance with Ye-eun.
Thud.
Receiving some signal from me, Han Ye-eun gently placed her palm on Han Jong-hoe's head.
"What...?"
Utterly baffled by her incomprehensible action, Han Jong-hoe reacted with confusion.
Whoosh!
Soon, his world flipped upside down, and his entire body froze stiff.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Ugh..."
Han Jong-hoe groaned faintly, clutching his head.
Or trying to, at least.
Throb!
Despite the excruciating headache, his body wouldn't budge an inch.
'What the hell...'
Blinking his empty eyes, Han Jong-hoe quickly assessed the situation.
Creak.
His body was bound.
Tied to a chair, limbs restrained, he couldn't move no matter how he thrashed.
The chair merely rattled beneath him.
'I was definitely...'
Finally piecing together his memories, Han Jong-hoe let out a hollow laugh.
"...Foolish bastard."
He muttered under his breath.
"You think doing this will make me tell you the seal's location?"
But Kang Woojin gave no reply.
Not even his presence was properly felt.
'Did he just leave me here? No, how much time has passed?'
In the deep silence of the house, Han Jong-hoe pondered deeply.
His head spun as if he'd woken from a long dream.
His whole body ached, his throat parched.
'Planning to let me starve to death, huh.'
Han Jong-hoe ground his teeth anew.
'You little shit. No matter what you do, the seal...'
Just as the resentful man steeled his resolve—
"...Ah!"
A strange sound echoed.
Utterly mismatched to his current plight, a lewd, lascivious noise.
"...Ahh! Yes! It feels so good!"
Han Jong-hoe perked his ears at the sudden moans and voices, turning toward the adjacent room.
His vision remained shrouded in darkness, but his hearing—deprived of sight—had grown sharper than ever.
It sounded as if it were right in front of him.
"More! Harder!"
His daughter's heated voice.
'N-No way...'
Realizing what was happening next door, Han Jong-hoe's eyes widened.
He couldn't see, but imagining it wasn't hard.
If tonight's ritual had proceeded as planned.
If consciousness had been properly induced, it was a scene he'd have witnessed clearly with his own eyes.
One he'd vividly pictured in his mind many times beforehand.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
And it wasn't just Han Ye-eun's voice.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Obscene wet sounds relentlessly tormented Han Jong-hoe's ears.
"Ahh! There! Right there, with Dad watching!"
It felt like she was being ravished right before his eyes.
"Can't stop! Ahh! Ah! Nooo!"
The sounds were that passionate.
"Cumming! I'm cummiiing!"
After countless moans, Han Ye-eun finally reached climax.
"I'm going!!♡"
She convulsed wildly, eyes rolling back, white-eyed in ecstasy.
'Kuh.'
Han Jong-hoe clenched his fists without realizing.
His cherished daughter was coupling with that wretch right before him.
He'd always planned to elevate her as a saintess and have her bed other men, but this was different.
Han Ye-eun had never defied his commands before.
Obeying him, bedding his chosen partners—it fulfilled his domination and conquest desires.
That had been the plan.
Her unique chastity, perhaps.
In truth, Han Jong-hoe often got aroused imagining his daughter yielding her body to another man as he ordered.
The fact that he completely controlled and dominated her filled his heart.
But.
"Ahh! Ah! Woojin-ahh! Not there! Don't keep hitting just there!"
The current Han Jong-hoe couldn't contain his rage.
"Again! Cumming again!"
His daughter, entangled passionately with an outsider against his orders.
And her partner was none other than the loathsome Kang Woojin.
'Damn it all...'
A thousand flames raged in Han Jong-hoe's chest.
"Stooop! Stop it! Please stooop!"
Han Ye-eun writhed in pleasure, half-mad with lust, begging not him but a third party.
"Maaaster! Ah! Ahh! Ah! Ah! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! CUMMING!"
Desperately pleading, she screamed Kang Woojin's name and climaxed once more.
"Ooooh! Oh...!"
At his daughter's bitch-like wails, Han Jong-hoe shuddered for entirely different reasons.
'Kuhk.'
Yet there was nothing he could do.
Couldn't even embrace his ruined daughter as per the original plan.
Couldn't comfort himself.
Drool.
Chewing on indescribable helplessness and loss, Han Jong-hoe shed tears again.
'No... Don't... Don't fall for that bastard...'
Even in his utter weakness, he despised himself for the blood rushing below.
'Ye-eun-ah... Ye-eun-ah... My daughter...'
Self-loathing and agony consumed him.
This wasn't what he'd wanted to see.
Not the situation he'd desired.
Han Jong-hoe desperately missed innocent Han Ye-eun, recalling her youthful days.
'My good girl...'
Past memories flashed through his mind like a montage.
Including the seal's location.
Drool.
Soon, saliva dribbling from his mouth, Han Jong-hoe babbled like an infant.
"Uh-heh, heh..."
He looked utterly deranged.
And.
Kang Woojin and Han Ye-eun silently watched Han Jong-hoe.
"..."
"..."
At the feet of the two, fully dressed and composed, Han Jong-hoe thrashed in a horrific nightmare, sleep-talking his cries.
"Ahh, Ye-eun-ah! Ye-eun-ah!"
He'd never actually been tied to the chair.
Flailing in the illusion Han Ye-eun showed him, he tasted hell itself.
"Please! Don't do this! Don't abandon your father! That guy! Kang Woojin isn't who you think he is!"
In the dream, he lost Han Ye-eun countless times, experiencing her sloppy sex with Kang Woojin directly and indirectly.
"Ah, no! Miyeon-ah!"
He relived the pain of losing his first love.
"Miyeon—no, Ye-eun's mom! Don't! Don't go to him! Don't leave!"
Kim Miyeon, Han Jong-hoe's first and last love.
"Th-This can't be! Why are both of you with that bastard?!"
When he witnessed the mother and daughter—Han Ye-eun's late biological mother and her—servicing Kang Woojin, he nearly went mad.
"Is his dick that great?!"
Seeing expressions they'd never shown him tore his heart apart.
"Uwaaaah! Ye-eun-ah! Miyeon-ah! Stop it!"
His head felt like it would shatter from the agony.
"Y-You whores! Ah, no! That was a slip! Sorry! I was wrong!"
In the end, he begged the illusory mother-daughter duo.
"Y-Yes! You're right! I want it too! Me too! Let me just once! Please let me! I beg you...!"
And just as he reached for the women of his dreams—
"Wh-What?!"
The mother and daughter vanished.
"Uwaaak! Get away! You scum! Don't touch your Cult Leader!"
The Do-won Truth Church disciples bared their ugly lusts toward him.
"Can't you see who I am?! I'm not Ye-eun!"
Regrettably, even his Awakening ability was useless in the dream.
Suddenly the Great Saintess of the Do-won Truth Church, Han Jong-hoe had to accept the male disciples' sins.
"I'm a man, uwaaaah?!"
For eons of time.
"Kuhk, kuhuhk..."
He tasted ultimate despair and torment.
Finally awakening from the hallucination, he groped the air, pleading.
"Enough... Please, no more... I remember everything... I'll tell you the seal's location and everything..."
Freed from his self-imposed hypnosis, Han Jong-hoe ultimately revealed the seal's location to Kang Woojin.
"Now... kill me..."
That was the end for Han Jong-hoe, once leader to countless followers.
Slash.
A pathetic, filthy demise.