Change (4)

Change (4) — Hanmaum Salvation Cult, 2nd Floor, the "Believer's Room"

Click—

A space that was no longer Yoon Ayoung's room, but Jeong Shinwoo's. I locked the door behind me and sat down on the bed. The interior was exactly as it had been back then, except for one thing — a portrait with my own face on it now hung at the center of the wall, costing me a full 200 Faith Points.

What am I, Kim Il-sung?

It reminded me of the "portraits" of the North Korean leader from the indoctrination sessions in the army. Come to think of it, those proud "Mount Paektu bloodline" bastards staggering around up north were probably all dead by now, weren't they? If the Korean army — which could at least throw a punch on the world stage with its military might — had been overrun, those clowns wouldn't have fared any better. Unless they'd dropped a nuke on their own heads, North Korea had to be assumed naturally annihilated.

And besides, they'd always been sons of bitches and sworn enemies of the South — but ever since I entered this industry, they were, in a way, my senior colleagues. Total information control and personality cults. The absurdly exploitative labor brigades, the "Joy Brigades," infuriating yet enviable in equal measure. The Aoji coal mine, the byword for the fearsome hammer brought down on anyone who defied them. When it came to their sophisticated brainwashing politics, there was more than one or two things worth benchmarking.

"What is it? Speak."

Seong Gaeul was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"...Do I seriously have to go through with this cult leader act?"

"Of course you do. Does my power look like some neighborhood circus act to you?"

"You don't have to do any of this. Kang San isn't coming back anymore."

While I had been occupied with Yoon Ayoung, Kang San and Seong Gaeul must have carried on one long, exhausting conversation. The same circular loop repeating over and over — persuasion, dismissal, and the explosion of each other's bottled-up emotions.

"...San is leaving to search for Bada. I kept telling him they might never see each other again, and he said he doesn't care. He says every time he sleeps, he has nightmares of his sister dying."

"See? What did I tell you? I was right about everything."

The scene of absolute carnage that had unfolded at the shelter. The odds of Kang Bada being alive hadn't been high. There were ability users who could understand zombie speech, but understanding was all they could do — no one could command them, could they? If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that had been possible, no shelter would have fallen in the first place.

So Kang San had set out on a penitent's road with no promise of return. Unable to know whether his sister lived or died, yet compelled to search — a torturous, contradictory path. He couldn't even give up halfway and come back. Not after I'd spread my protective barrier and scattered the zombies around its perimeter.

"...Fine. You were right about everything. I made a promise, so of course I'll admit it."

And yet, strangely enough, I didn't feel good about it. Something sat wrong in my chest, like a stone tied around my heart.

"So stop this already. Let's use that power of yours for good. Save people, help them, live alongside them. Then I'll try too. I'll do my very best to love you."

There it was — the cause of that heavy feeling, buried in her next words. I'd thought I'd hammered the lesson into her painfully enough, and here she was again, trying to negotiate while pretending to hold the winning hand. And the currency she was offering was her "love" — an intangible substance that could never be proven.

"That isn't loving me."

"......"

"What you're actually planning is to treat me as a stand-in for Kang San."

"......"

Seong Gaeul offered no rebuttal whatsoever to my words. Was she, in truth, a genuine masochist who took pleasure in having her throat squeezed? Because if she wasn't, then she surely knew that what came next would be a telekinetic punishment brewed from one hundred percent pure rage. Watching that deer-like neck of hers made my fingers itch — but I knew by now it would be pointless. I could torment her, but I couldn't destroy her. I derived no sexual pleasure whatsoever from smashing my own possessions.

And Seong Gaeul had "learned" that lesson over our many repeated standoffs.

Fuck, no matter what, I find snuff and gore kinks absolutely repulsive!

Right — carrying a torch for one person for ten whole years is no small feat either. That, too, was a privilege only a seriously unhinged woman could afford.

Ah, so this is how long and treacherous the road of NTR really is. You golden-sun lords who devoured your unrequited loves like slices of cake — how on earth did you manage it...

"...Fine. I lost."

And so I decided to accept it with grace. Watching her face brighten in an instant, I continued flatly.

"If a few rounds of wordplay could've dominated a woman like you, would I have spent my whole life as a pathetic pity-magnet? I'd have been Incheon's reigning babe magnet."

With every word out of my mouth, her expression hardened further. I had turned it over in my head countless times — what exactly I needed to do from this moment on.

"I threw around blank checks without knowing my place. That I'd only fuck you if you came begging. That I'd break you down thoroughly, piece by piece..."

Seong Gaeul and Yoon Ayoung were different creatures. Yoon Ayoung had been nothing short of a miracle — her circumstances and her nature aligning perfectly with what I offered. Seong Gaeul was another case entirely. For her, Kang San had been a shackle, and his departure had left her strangely liberated, resigned — liberated enough to make even a reckless gamble like this one.

"So tell me. When I came at you like that, how did you expect me to react?"

While I'd been frantically farming faith points and slaughtering zombies, she must have run this scenario through simulation after simulation. Truly, nothing in this world comes easy, does it?

"A vanishingly small chance that you'd listen to what I said, or..."

"...And?"

"You'd lose the war against your own pride and rape me. Or you'd concede my point and then rape me."

"Bingo!"

Riiiip—

Her blouse and tennis skirt tore apart in a single instant. With nothing but her pink underwear remaining, I handed her an Awakened Believer Robe.

"Put it on."

As she calmly slipped it on, as if she'd expected exactly this, I tore the robe apart too.

"No — wait. I changed my mind."

Screech—

I shredded the pink underwear down to the last thread. As her stark-white naked body emerged into view, a chest that had to be at least a full D-cup gave the slightest sway. Those eyes of hers, glowing as though she'd foreseen everything — as though she were floating somewhere above my head. The moment I met that starlight, a rush of excitement thickened my breathing.

"Put it on again."

Wordless, she donned a fresh spare Awakened Believer Robe from my inventory. The breast portion of the pure-white robe pushed out in a proud, unmistakable swell. Ah, the heat that the Liquid of Subordination inflicts. She's carrying all that arousal and still holding out like this?

"You are, without question, the best!"

The admiration spilled out of my mouth on its own.

"I mean, how was a guy like me ever supposed to conquer an S-class beauty goddess like you? For that you'd need a face like Kang San's, or chaebol-heir money. For 'convenience store part-timer' Han Guwon? Not a chance in hell. You have to know your place."

Farming? Growing my faith income? At this particular moment, none of it mattered. For the time being, it was all-in on the Liquid of Subordination.

"To defeat the tragic heroine of the century, the truly unhinged Seong Gaeul, I too will have to put in the wooooork of going mad."

With telekinesis I pinned her against my chest and began shamelessly violating the inside of her mouth. Gulp— gulp— gulp— Under the relentless baptism of saliva, her throat bobbed up and down without pause.

"Mmh— hnnngh—"

The reaction came immediately; her breathing turned sweet. This was nothing like the Level 1 liquid she'd fought so desperately against. Now the saliva — Level 5, amplified to the equivalent of Level 10 by the Sanctuary's effect — was setting her entire body ablaze.

"Starting today, I'm going to keep fucking you over and over. There will never be a day when my seed isn't drying inside you. You've already figured it out, haven't you? What my skill actually does?"

Her mind, unlike her body, refused to snap easily. Was there really any reason to labor over destroying it artfully, beautifully? Even if I broke her by force, a wilted flower was still, in the end, my flower. Impossible for 'convenience store part-timer' Han Guwon — but entirely possible for 'Pseudo-Cult Leader' Han Guwon.

"I'm worn out from thinking up the hard ways. Sure, there's a sense of accomplishment in that, and it does turn me on — but the skill exists to be used in exactly this situation, so why bother? That sort of thing is your job now, my faithful fanatic. You're the clever one — so tell me how to make women fall in ways that turn them on."

"Hnnngh— y-you madman—"

Yes, holding out just got ten times harder for her, didn't it? And still her eyes wouldn't hide the contempt and scorn. I spoke directly into them.

"If there's anything left you want to say while you're still sane, say it all now. To Kang San, or to Kim Eunbyeol you kept whispering with. I'll listen to every word. Because from now on, for the foreseeable future, all you'll be able to produce is whining little moans."

"A loser who got lucky with power. A love-starved attention-seeker who craves affection more than anyone alive."

"...Crazy bitch."

As if wringing something out of her, I kneaded her breasts. The soft flesh deformed and rebounded, spilling out between my gripping finger joints.

"Hnnngh— haaah— d-don't touch me! Hngh, ahhh—!"

I pinched her rock-hard nipple and rolled it in slow circles. Her body twitched and jolted, and little by little, the light drained from Seong Gaeul's eyes. Facing those eyes, I activated Deficiency Identification.

With the skill's level rising, I could now read the size and the precise nature of each deficiency in finer detail than ever. Within her void, I occupied exactly one percent. And the moment I converted that entire remaining fraction into my own territory — and then fulfilled every last drop of it —

That would be the moment she truly became my possession.

Chuu— mmph—

I toppled her onto the bed and kept toying with her mouth and tongue. Even as she had no choice but to yield to me, a tear fell from the proud corner of her eye.

"Don't cry. The crying makes me harder."

Lapping up her tears, I dragged my tongue down across her brow and the smooth bridge of her nose, while both hands stroked the rims of her ears and sucked the kiss-mark-reddened flesh of her cheeks all over again.

"Hnnnngh— San, help me... please..."

She was now openly sobbing Kang San's name, and that only inflamed me further. I bought one more contraceptive from the shop — the same one I'd fed Yoon Ayoung — placed the white pill in my mouth, let it slowly dissolve, and brought my lips toward Seong Gaeul's dazed, unresisting mouth.

"N-no! Don't give me any more weird stuff!"

She thrashed her head side to side in defiance, and when I caught her jaw, she clamped her mouth shut and refused to open it. So I pinched her nose shut between my fingers. As the seconds passed, her face flushed to the point of bursting.

"Pwahhaaah— nngh— hnnnnngh—"

Into the mouth she finally opened to breathe, the contraceptive and my saliva poured in. She held out to the very end without swallowing, but the moment my tongue tapped against her throat, a gulp sounded and the mixture began absorbing into her body.

"What did you feed me! What is it this time... hnnnngh!"

"Hmm, how to put it simply... a-a one-week no-condom free pass?"

"You insane bastard! S-San! SAAAN!"

Seong Gaeul's face was drenched in sweat, reason slipping away from her. I drove my knee down hard against her crotch, which was already leaking every kind of fluid it had.

"Kkhegh— hnn, hnnnnnnghk!"

With a strangled gasp, her lower body shot up toward the ceiling — and then kept writhing shamelessly, the crotch of her believer's robe darkening with moisture.

"How generous of you? Rough is your taste, huh?"

"Hnn, hngkeh—"

I pressed her bow-arched body back down and lifted the skirt of the robe slightly. Black curls came into view immediately, beaded with glistening drops of her arousal. When I swept my finger down through the hair, her oversensitized body shuddered all over again.

"First I'll fuck you properly. Then all of this hair is coming off."

"Hngaaah— nnn, nnnngh—"

Her body, unable to settle down since her first climax, I flipped over onto her stomach. I made her grip the headboard with both arms, then stripped off every stitch of my own clothes.

"W-what are you doing! S-stop it! St-stop this already!"

"Oh? This is genuinely incredible, you know that?"

The gorgeously rounded curve of her ass, the gentle line running from that jutting hip all the way to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her neck, the sliver of side-boob peeking into view. Her lower body, quivering nonstop, unable to escape the aftershocks of climax — a body saying something entirely different from the mouth that wouldn't stop ordering me to stop. I seized the hair that had been tickling her deer-like nape and yanked it hard.

"Hn, hnnnngh!"

As I pressed closer against her shrimp-curved frame, my shaft dragged against her dripping slit.

"D-don't! I'm begging you! It was all my fault, everything! I-I mean it!"

Leaving that far-too-late apology behind me, I eased my cock gently into her pussy.

"A lowly little bitch, speaking banmal to the Cult Leader himself. That's a crime I simply can't overlook."

"C-Cult Leader! I'll call you Cult Leader! I'm sorry! Stop! Don't put it in, you bastard! Hngaaaah—"

Ignoring her sweet screams, my cock slowly cleaved through her folds. Her inner walls clamped down on me from the very tip of the glans with a crushing pressure, and a low groan escaped my throat.

"Pull it out! Get that filthy thing out of me RIGHT NOW!"

Crack!

"Hngaaaaah—!"

I wrenched her hair back hard, and with my other hand brought it down hard across her ass. My red palm print branded itself across the white cheek like a seal — and her pussy squeezed my cock even tighter in response.

"Gaeul's what, about five centimeters from graduating virginity?"

At the whisper against her ear, her resistance grew even more frantic. I clung to her wildly bucking body like a rodeo rider and drove myself deeper.

"Ugh— d-don't scrape! Don't scrape in there, ahhh!"

Her frenzied thrashing only made my cock scrape along her walls without mercy. The more she struggled, the harder her body burned, and the head of my shaft caressed every ridge and fold within her.

Smack! Smack!

"Better clamp down, you know! Squeeze tighter and protect that hymen you're saving for Kang San!"

Accompanied by her honey-sweet moans, her insides heaved every time my hips came crashing down. The glans, laboring its way forward, suddenly hit some barrier — and without a word of warning, I slammed in with full force. With the sensation of something tearing, my member pierced through her tight passage in a single stroke.

"N-noooo! I-I hate it, I hate it!"

Through her desperate cries, I began rocking my hips without pause.

"Our Gaeul's a used pussy now, huh? You think Kang San goes for secondhand pussy?"

"Hngaaah— hnn, hngaaah!"

Between tremors I could no longer tell were defiance or pure convulsion, I wrapped my arms around her and clamped her body tight against mine, like a cicada clinging to a tree. One hand seized the exposed side-boob spilling deliciously from beneath her arm while I planted kiss-mark after kiss-mark across her sweat-soaked back.

"From now on you're secondhand pussy that can never go back to Kang San! Reshaped to fit my cock and nothing else — a custom-built pussy his pathetic little dick will never even touch!"

"Nooooo! Hngaaah! Haaaah!"

Her filthy screams poured out one after another, and the pressure of release climbed up my spine. Paang! Pang! Pang! With every thrust, her body slid further up the bed toward the headboard. Creak— creak— Riding the rhythm of the groaning bed, I timed my stroke and buried my shaft to the very end of her passage.

"Worship the sacred grace of the Cult Leader, you used-pussy bitch!"

"Aaaaaaah! Hnguh!"

Byuurk— byuuruuk—

In time with my pumping, the Liquid of Subordination came knocking at the door of her womb. The long, unending injection ended, and her whole body flooded with white light.

"Hngaaaaaah!"

With a final strangled gasp, Seong Gaeul collapsed onto the bed, folded like a frog. Her lower body quivered uncontrollably through the chain of orgasms, and the seed she couldn't absorb any longer leaked back out mixed with blood.

"Hngk— hnnnghk—"

Carefully, tenderly, I pushed it all back inside — and yanked her hair once more. Sweat-damp bangs clung to her forehead, the corners of her eyes and her pupils rolled up toward the ceiling. Her mouth and chin glistened with the drool she'd drooled without pause. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Watching her devolve into a complete, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠perfect fool, I pushed my cock into her again.

"Hngkeh— nnghk—"

I leaned close to the ear of the woman moaning like an idiot and whispered:

"This is just the beginning."