Replacement (1)

Replacement (1) — Incheon Central Library, 2nd Floor, "Believer's Room"

"...O-Oppa, oppa, oppa, I love you. I love you."

I opened my eyes at the sweet whisper that came wrapped in a pleasant pressure.

"Ah, y-you're awake?"

When I lifted my head, Yoon Ayoung's face appeared just below mine.

Her soft chest pressed against my chest, her thigh rubbing against my fully erect cock. She was clinging to me so tightly it felt as if she had locked her entire body into place.

"Sleep well?"

At my half-asleep question, she answered with a wide, beaming smile.

"Yes!"

After checking her face, I closed my eyes again — and heard her voice tremble slightly.

"Y-you didn't, um, you weren't satisfied, were you? I-I'm sorry. I-I guess it's because it was m-my first time! I-I can really do better, I promise!"

I stroked her hair until her stammering died down, then gave it a gentle tug, pulling her head toward my chest.

"Lick."

"Y-yes..."

Chup— shlop—

A pleasant tickling sensation spread across my chest and nipple, drawing out low groans one by one. Feeling that, her tongue began moving faster. I caressed her swaying hair as she worked with joyful abandon, and turned my attention to the minimap.

It was past half past three in the afternoon, and the combat team still hadn't returned. Perhaps because of that, Seo Taesan and Seong Gaeul were gathered on the third floor, while Lee Gyeongmin and Kim Cheolsu, bless their lucky souls, remained firmly planted in their own dens.

Beee— shlop—

Her tongue lapped at me over and over, as if begging me to listen to how hard she was trying.

"Ayoung."

"Mmfh— y-yes!"

"You need to go lower."

"Ah..."

Dragging the bedsheet with her, she slid slowly down until she was face to face with my fully erect cock. Perhaps because I hadn't cleaned up, my shaft was smeared with dried white fluid and the cum that had leaked out.

I watched Yoon Ayoung fondle it with trembling hands, as if handling a treasure, and spoke.

"Dirty, isn't it?"

"N-no! Who would s-say such a...!"

"That's what I thought."

"Th-that's right! N-no, I mean, it is dirty, mmmhh..."

I stroked the head of Yoon Ayoung, whose cognitive dissonance had reached critical levels, and gave her another order once she'd recovered her smile.

"Ayoung can clean it up for me, right? Isn't that so?"

"Y-yes! Sh-should I bring some tissues?"

"No. I'd rather Ayoung clean it with her tongue."

"Oh! Yes, I-I'll do it right away!"

I quietly savored the sight of Yoon Ayoung's pink tongue beginning its slow work from the tip. Wherever her tongue passed, my cock glistened with her saliva, and as it dried, a pleasant tickle danced across my shaft.

"From now on, every time I fuck Ayoung, Ayoung is going to do this for me. Remember that."

"Yeees—"

Leaving Yoon Ayoung to her service, I stared into empty air. The moment I'd coupled with her, I'd glimpsed the Believer Management tab activating, but escaping virginity had taken priority over checking it properly.

Goddammit. Two. We still had a hell of a long way to go. And I was fairly sure one of those two was me. If there are only two, why the hell does a "View Details" option even exist? What, am I supposed to be embarrassed by it?

Muttering my little complaints, I tapped View Details.

The Court of Faith. A Saintess. Apostles. A torrential downpour of warning messages that did nothing but tell me what I couldn't do.

Fine, whatever. You can't have everything from the start. These were systems that would unlock in time, once I methodically upgraded the Sanctuary's religious facilities one by one.

Setting that aside, I touched Yoon Ayoung's name, which was sparkling brightly as if to announce it had just been refreshed.

Yoon Ayoung's status window filled my vision, and as I read through the messages one by one, I felt my mind go blank.

This was... insane. I had exactly one believer, and that believer was a Saintess candidate? She was only a candidate for now, but I'd already found a Saintess.

Gluk— gluk— gluk—

At some point, Yoon Ayoung had struggled my cock down her throat and was now bobbing her head in slow, labored increments. The graze of her teeth, the soft wrap of her tongue — and the continued nudge of her uvula against my tip. Only now did I notice her face, tears streaming freely. Was she overexerting herself?

Fanaticism: 100

Her Fanaticism stat, maxed all the way to the limit, floated back to mind.

Really — had I preached so magnificently that it produced that result? No. I had to be honest with myself: this had been a stroke of luck. It wasn't my technique that had produced such a beautiful outcome; it was the person called Yoon Ayoung.

Her eyes, narrowed to slits, kept glancing up at me as she swallowed my cock. That desperate, yearning expression made my cock twitch all over again.

"Ugh—"

My tip struck her uvula hard, and a fat tear dropped from her eye. Even so, she kept moving like it was nothing, and I cast Lack Identification on her.

A message completely unlike anything I'd seen before. Suddenly, I thought I understood why her Fanaticism had filled to 100 in one go.

"Ayoung."

"Mmm— yesh, yeees..."

She managed an answer around the cock stuffed in her mouth, and I wiped the tears from her face. When she beamed at me and I told her she could stop, her eyes wavered with anxiety.

"No, you did great. It's just — I have something ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to ask you."

Only then did she relax and lift her head. Sitting up against the headboard, I drew her into my arms and smoothed down the hair of Yoon Ayoung, her face buried in my chest.

'A Saintess. A Saintess, huh.'

Come to think of it, it had said she needed a Sacred Relic and three skills. But how did one get skills? Buy them from the shop? Earn them by breaking achievements? How were ordinary Awakened Ones — not special cases like me and Ayoung — acquiring skills?

Ah, so that's how it works. Then do Awakened Ones who failed to get a class early on just never get skills?

This bastard — never mind. Don't answer that.

Mimic Holy Body Lv.5, Lack Identification Lv.2, and Liquid of Subordination Lv.1. I already had three exclusive skills to my name, and I knew better than anyone — through frequent use — just how devastating they were. Clearly, Awakened Ones needed to be born with a silver skill in their mouths.

So how did those skills of mine multiply? "Conditions required by the class," huh...

Well, obviously the way for a cult leader to grow stronger was for believers to multiply. The conditions my class demanded would, without question, be the growth of the religion's influence and power. And a Saintess would be no different. A Saintess is the face and the flower of a religion, after all.

At any rate, I now perfectly understood the system I'd only half-grasped until today.

'Which means we've become a truly perfect community of shared fate.'

I kept staring at the radiant light emanating from Yoon Ayoung.

'It'd be a little annoying if she glowed like this all the time. Can't you turn it off? Or, like, toggle it?'

With the notification, the light enveloping Yoon Ayoung slowly dimmed. Toggle mode, huh. So when I wanted to see it again, I could? I willed a brief desire to see it — and her body flared to life once more.

'Okay, got it.'

Kneading Ayoung's glutinous-rice-soft ass, I checked the minimap again. Lee Gyeongmin and Kim Cheolsu, who'd been holed up on the fourth floor, had come down to the third. Every single member of the camp except for us was now gathered there.

'What is this? Did something happen?'

At the small question, my eyes drifted to the clock. In the time I'd been idly browsing the system, an hour had slipped by, and the clock now read four in the afternoon. Nowhere in the library were the name tags for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Kang San and Kim Eunbyeol.

'They're late because something happened, or they can't come because something happened.'

Neither option was good news. Especially not in a world like this one.

"Time to get dressed and head out, right?"

"Yeees."

I savored the view as Yoon Ayoung, pulling away from me with a regretful expression, began picking her clothes up off the floor. Panties, then bra... as her naked body disappeared piece by piece, my cock stirred again — strangely, the sight of her covering up was somehow even hotter.

But not now. Shaking my head slightly, I too began pulling on the clothes scattered across the floor.

"We should go hunting for clothes tomorrow."

"I-I'm sorry. Th-they're really dirty, aren't they?"

"No, no. You're the one who'd feel gross wearing them, right? We don't even have a washing machine. Tomorrow I'll pick out something decent for you."

Hmm, where should we go? I pictured the supermarkets overflowing all around this area.

"A-anything you b-buy me, I-I'll look pretty in!"

"Look at that. You do know you're cute, huh?"

While she fussed with the arrangement of her clothes, I gave her chest a squeeze. When I stopped Yoon Ayoung as she tried to strip back off for easier access, she pouted and spoke up.

"I-I'm going to raise my Charm to 100 for sure! Y-you know what they say — pretty food t-tastes better!"

"Oh, so you did read your status window."

"Of-of course! I-I'm your S-Saintess now, after all..."

As Yoon Ayoung's head bowed, her voice shrank with it. The ear revealed by her falling hair was red — far, far too red.

"Which kind of Saintess, exactly? The saint of sex? Or..."

Through her clothes, I rolled her prominently stiffening nipple between my fingers, gently, as if pinching it.

"The saint of holiness?"

Yoon Ayoung whispered back with a lewd look in her eyes, hard to believe from a woman who'd been a virgin until yesterday.

"...I-I want to be both."

"Can you manage that?"

"O-of course! B-believe in me!"

Just as I showed her a trusting smile, the minimap changed. Kang San and Kim Eunbyeol were entering the library. The two of them swept back down to the first-floor lobby at speed — no. Wait. There was one more person.

At the far wall of the lobby, the markers of Kang San and a stranger glowed. And Kim Eunbyeol was standing a step apart, apparently observing the pair.

"Shall we head out?"

"Yeees."

Taking along Yoon Ayoung — who was grinning like an idiot just from holding my hand — I left the second-floor reading room.

"...Where is she! ...Tell me where she is!"

The moment I opened the door, Kang San's shout crashed through. Even before I processed it, I felt the frayed edges of his emotion: seething fury, and raw, bleeding desperation.

When we reached the first-floor lobby, the people who'd been on the third floor must have heard his voice too — the thunder of footsteps down the stairs echoed around us.

"K-Kang San!"

I saw Seong Gaeul, her voice tight with urgency, and Seo Taesan, still favoring his injured shoulder and moving a little gingerly. Seo Taesan, who'd been avoiding my gaze with an awkward expression, looked forward — and his eyes went wide.

"...Why is Jeong Shinwoo here..."

What? How does he know that name? ...Someone we know?

I fixed my gaze on the man dangling in Kang San's grip, his collar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seized in a white-knuckled fist. His body was twice as filthy as any of the library group members — clothes torn in every direction, skin caked with smears of grime and crusted dirt.

He squirmed and thrashed, trying to break free of Kang San's grip, but Kang San's strength was greater; his arms just kept flailing at empty air.

"What about Bada?! You came back alone?! Tell me — now!"

It was the first rage I'd ever seen from Kang San since arriving in this place. His eyes, devoured by fury, glinted bloodshot and slick.