The Replacement (5)

The Replacement (5) — Incheon Central Library, 2nd Floor, the Believer's Room

On the minimap, Jeong Shinwoo was visible, keeping watch at his post. The next shift belonged to me and Yoon Ayoung, but our sharp-eyed Shinwoo would no doubt skip his second round and head up on his own.

His face, nodding along eagerly when I told him to take it easy for the rest of the day, floated back into my mind. I caught the markers of Seong Gaeul and Kang San apparently talking on the rooftop, and opened the door to the Believer's Room.

Warm air drifted straight out to meet me, and there ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was Yoon Ayoung, kneeling and waiting at the door.

"Y-you're here…."

She was fully dressed, but her damp, freshly-washed hair caught my eye.

"Did you wash up first?"

"Y-yes… you told me to p-pretty myself up for you…."

Well, fair enough. There wasn't a single outfit worth dressing up in or a scrap of makeup to be had these days. Washing properly was the best adornment left to us.

I walked over with light steps and stroked Yoon Ayoung's hair. She leaned into it with a puppy-like smile and added, "I-I even washed just the way you d-did it for me last time! Washed my h-hair, then b-body wash, and…."

"…Isn't that how everyone does it?"

"Th-that's right! I-I'm just so silly, I m-misspoke! Really!"

She scrambled to stand up in a panic, so I kept stroking her head until she settled again.

"Our Ayoung deserves something tasty today too, doesn't she?"

"Hehehe—"

That guileless little laugh, of all things, sent a wave of lust surging up through me. Yoon Ayoung really was a blank white page on which I could write anything I pleased.

"Alright then. Let's get these pants off first."

"Y-yours, Oppa?"

"That's right. And from now on, you'll do it without me having to say a word, understand?"

"Ah! Yes, o-of course! I-I just d-don't know these things very well yet, that's all…."

"Right, right. Our Ayoung is smart. You'll remember, and you'll do it perfectly."

"Hehehe—"

With her mouth pressed into a tight little line, Yoon Ayoung slowly worked my pants down. The soft whisper of fabric sliding across her thighs gave way, and my cock — barely caged inside my underwear — sprang free.

It was the same cock that had taken that unfortunate splash damage during my time tormenting Seong Gaeul, and it wobbled eagerly, greeting Yoon Ayoung like an old friend.

Gulp—

With an audible swallow, Yoon Ayoung carefully peeled my underwear down as well.

"Our Ayoung is so talented. I won't even need to tell you what comes next, will I?"

"O-of course not! L-leave it to me!"

Mwah—

Her lips drew closer, slowly, and wrapped softly around the head of my cock. Like a tender butterfly kiss, a warm touch pecked at my glans again and again.

"Mmmh—"

When she spotted the bead of precum leaking from the tip, Yoon Ayoung let out a soft, velvety hum. Her tongue, which had been lolling like a snake's, began lapping at the slit where it welled up with focused devotion.

"Nnh— mmm—"

As though kissing me itself, she tilted her head this way and that, caressing my cock with her whole mouth. The hand wrapped around the shaft sat there with a deference like clasped hands around my throat.

It was an obscene, cock-stiffening sight — but I deliberately lowered my voice.

"Ah. A little disappointed, honestly…."

"Mmmh—! I-I did it again…!"

My flicker of disappointment made her flinch mid-kiss. At my cold expression, the color drained from her face by degrees.

"You're supposed to say grace before a meal."

"Ah—! I-I'm sorry! O-Oppa, m-may I please eat now?"

"Good girl. Make sure you eat it all up, hm?"

"Yes sirr—"

Her eyes curved into happy crescents, and she threw herself back into her ministrations. Between wet, sloppy sounds of suction, a still-clumsy blowjob unfolded.

"You have to give the sack down there some attention too, you know."

"L-like thiiiis?"

"Mmm, yes. Just a little more — think of it as giving a gentle squeeze, nothing more."

Her delicate fingers, still cradling the shaft, began carefully kneading my balls. I could feel her glancing up at me the whole time, checking my reactions, her upturned eyes watering as precum drooled down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— and in a flash, her tongue swept it clean away.

"Now, time to take it into your mouth. Careful with the teeth, alright?"

"Mmm— yesss—"

There were moments when it genuinely made me dizzy, having to teach her every single step. All I wanted was pleasure without lifting a finger, and yet there was this stretch — small, admittedly — that required actual effort.

Oh. So this is why society keeps dreaming of the experienced new hire. That mythical creature.

What the world longs for, at any given moment, tends to look more or less the same.

Shloop— shlop—

I stroked the head of Yoon Ayoung as her hollowed cheeks worked up and down my length. I'd been a virgin myself until yesterday, so what would I know — but honestly? At this level, wasn't Ayoung a sex genius?

Still, I'd called it a complaint, not a dealbreaker. If I had to split hairs about my tastes, I preferred the inexperienced kind.

Because seriously — who the hell actually likes secondhand goods?

"Now stop petting the sack and make a V with both hands."

"A V-V—"

Things no ordinary woman would grant you no matter how much you begged — I could order them freely, and be obeyed. The awkward smile on her face as she raised both hands in a V sent the pressure in my groin climbing fast.

"I'm going to get rougher now. Hang in there."

Gripping the ebony-black hair at the back of Yoon Ayoung's head, I let pleasure lead and started playing with her mouth exactly as it pleased me.

"Shlop— mmph— slurrrp—"

The pleasure from Yoon Ayoung's mouth-pussy drove my heels up off the floor — and even so, my hips kept hammering forward and back in frenzied pursuit of more.

"Ggup— guhhup— slurrk—"

Between the relentless pace and my glans battering the back of her throat, spit and tears were already streaming down her chin in fat, glistening drops.

"Ngh—! Cumming!"

Throb— throb-throb—

"Grrrrk—"

With a bizarre garbled sound from deep in her throat, I poured thick ropes of cum deep into her mouth, into the very back of it. My cock kept twitching against her tonsils, spilling out every last drop.

Gulp— gulp—

Yoon Ayoung desperately swallowed the flood — a volume that would have left an ordinary man's output in the dust. Her tears kept dripping onto the tops of my feet.

"Clean it up inside now too."

Before my words had even finished, her tongue was already winding around my cock again. She licked away every trace of lingering cum, slowly and thoroughly, and I drew myself back out of her mouth with care.

Clapping both hands over her mouth, fighting down the urge to gag with everything she had, she looked up at me and beamed.

"Th-thank you for the meeeal."

The radiant smile blooming across a face ruined by tears and drool made my freshly-dead cock twitch right back to life. Yoon Ayoung's eyes went round as saucers at the sight of it.

Ah, well. Can't let that go to waste.

I tossed Yoon Ayoung onto the bed with telekinesis. Stripping off my own clothes, I focused everything I had and began peeling hers away with my mind as well.

"Haaahh— hahh—"

Yoon Ayoung panted out sweet, honeyed breaths with a dazed expression. The Liquid of Subordination she'd already swallowed was now at the very peak of its effect.

I caught hold of her hips as they started bucking wildly from the heat of her arousal. Parting her tightly-sealed pussy lips, I found her clit, and the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moment I began rubbing the head of my cock against it, violent reactions started spraying out of her.

"Hnngh— haaAAAahh—"

I had only been grinding against her — but with a sharp splash, Yoon Ayoung began erupting like a fountain.

Feeling the warmth bathe my stomach, I wedged my glans between her folds. Confirming the slick slide of my cock easing in on a flood of her nectar, I wrapped her body up in my arms.

"Our Ayoung was a little piss-slut all along, huh."

"Haaahh— y-yes! I-I'm a piss-sluuuut…!"

"I'll have to punish you so you don't make that mistake again!"

"I-I'm sorryyyy— haaAAAahh—"

The instant my cock began churning up her insides, ecstasy settled over Yoon Ayoung's face. With one hand I started kneading and wrecking her cheeks at will. Under the delicious pressure of my palm mauling her face, she began lapping hazily at my fingers.

"I was going to punish you, but you're making a face like you're getting a reward instead."

"Hnnk— haaahh— ahh— I l-love you! I luh-luh-love you soooo much!"

The droning babble of someone who'd already lost her mind drifted up from below.

If she passes out again it'll be no fun, though.

Fun aside, the pressure of my climax kept stacking up, brick by brick. Yoon Ayoung's insides clenched down around my cock as if molded to fit it perfectly. Timing it to the rising wave, I picked up the pace and gave her neck a light squeeze.

"AaAAhh— c-cough—!"

Once the suffocating tightness brought a flicker of her senses back, I leaned in and whispered again.

"Ayoung. You have to grip my cock *and* hold onto your mind, you know?"

"Ahh— y-yes mmh— I'll g-grip your cock tight, and my m-mind too, reeeally tight—"

"A sloppy little piss-slut who can't even keep her head straight — what do you think the people at the camp would say if they knew?"

"Ahh— aaAAhh— i-it's f-fine! As l-long as I have you, Oppaaa—!"

Flailing, she began pawing at my face. Whether she wanted a kiss or not, her rising head dipped back down each time my hips snapped forward. That heartbreakingly eager gaze — like she might cry at any second — made me lower my face to her, slowly.

"Mwah— mwaaah— s-spit! Give me your spit!"

Yoon Ayoung scraped the pooled saliva out of my mouth like she was scooping the last of a dessert. I could feel her legs locked tight around me — the moment I'd bowed my head, there'd be no escape for her.

"We're almost there. Just a little longer, hold on."

"Yes mmh— j-just, a, a little looonger—"

Slam! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Nghh— I'm about to cum, so squeeze that pussy tight!"

Watching Yoon Ayoung's lower body thrash and quake, I gathered what strength remained and drove into her to the very end. A white flash burst behind my eyes, and thick cum seeped deep into Yoon Ayoung's womb.

A pure white light shimmered over her body as it shuddered through orgasm after orgasm.

Apparently thanks to an efficiency on an entirely different plane from what a tongue could accomplish, the status message appeared for the first time. A woman who just keeps getting prettier the more sex she has. This was nothing short of a revolution in both sex and beauty.

Our Ayoung's beauty — my cum takes full responsibility!

The thought sent my lust surging right back up, but Yoon Ayoung's stamina wasn't yet built to survive a second round. I lay down beside her as she lay dazed and swooning, and she let out a soft whimper and shuffled down beneath me.

"I-I'll clean you uuuup—"

Feeling her lick away the cum I hadn't fully wrung out, I closed my eyes. Tomorrow — tomorrow was the day a great many things were going to change.

From the very moment I made Yoon Ayoung my believer, a religious facility had been glittering at the top of the list. And it even came with supplementary explanation attached — something none of the other facilities displayed.

In other words: unless I was a complete idiot, the system was recommending I install this one first and foremost.

So this was the "ace" hidden inside the starter pack meant for newbies.

"…Huh? Why isn't Kang San-hyung eating?"

Kim Cheolsu's oblivious question shattered a silence that had been dragging on with brutal weight.

"……"

"Why is nobody answering? Don't tell me you want me to go up there and fetch him?"

"Ch-Cheolsu, just— hold on a sec…."

"Ugh, stop nagging me! I said I'm hungry!"

The clock had slipped a little past ten. One seat sat empty in the middle of the table.

Seong Gaeul kept pointedly avoiding my eyes. And Kang San — he had finally left the camp to search for his sister.

Ah. This wasn't the ending I'd been hoping for.

What I'd wanted was something cooler, the way a truly sinister organization does it — quietly scheming in the shadows down below, then making its grand entrance with a boom….

Fine. Screw it. Worked out even better this way, honestly.

THUD—

"Ah, shit, that scared me!"

The instant I rolled my foot slightly, the floor tile buckled along with Kim Cheolsu's flagship rear end. And the moment every gaze in the room converged on me, I unleashed my telekinesis.

"…Huh?"

I glided smoothly through the air, carried the long table aside, and settled gently into the seat at the center. The faces of the camp members — people who knew nothing precise about what an Awakened even was — drained stark white.

"Wh-what…."

After glancing over Kim Eunbyeol, who couldn't manage to finish her sentence, I addressed everyone in a calm, level voice.

"From this day forward, the Library camp belongs to me."