Aleister Crowley (2)
Bang!
I kicked the door open and charged inside.
There, in the storage room, stood a delivery table—the kind used in obstetrics to examine women's genitals while they lay spread-eagled. Kim Su-hee was strapped down on it, her arms and legs restrained.
Her skirt and stockings had been stripped off, but thankfully, her black panties were still in place. No signs of them being pulled aside or torn, so it looked like she'd been spared the worst.
Judging by the bruises on her legs and her swollen red cheek, she'd put up a hell of a fight before getting beaten and tied down just moments ago.
I quickly scanned the room.
How many enemies?
One scrawny guy in a white lab coat clutching a weird flask.
And the "PE teacher" I'd seen right before that near-death moment.
Just those two. Good.
Neither was wearing a Satyr Skull Mask. That made this easy.
"Jia! Kill 'em!"
"Yeah! You two! Choke yourselves to death!!"
Clang!
"G-guhk!?"
"Grrrk!?"
Crack!
Thud!
The PE teacher's body was a wall of muscle, and apparently his grip strength was no joke—he snapped his own neck like dry kindling the second his hands clamped around his throat, collapsing in a heap.
The science teacher-looking bastard dropped the flask and went at his neck full force, but he wasn't dying. Probably too damn skinny to have the strength for it.
Still, leave him be and he'd croak eventually.
"Su-hee, you oka—"
I'd let my guard down for a second, moving to untie her from the table, when her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Kyaaah...? Grrooooh!!"
She convulsed violently. Tremble tremble tremble!
Why the hell was she suddenly—?
Poison!?
"Jia! Keep that bastard alive for a bit!"
"Huh...? Okay! Stop! Don't do anything—just stand by."
I remembered what that prick had said right before I burst in.
Something about Sensitivity 3000x Aphrodisiac.
Some kind of truth serum?
The flask with that bizarre liquid had shattered on the floor, and a bit had splashed onto Su-hee's body.
"Jia, ask that guy what the drug is and how to antidote it!"
"Hey, you hear my bro? Spill it. What is that stuff? How do we fix it?"
This wasn't the sweet little-sister tone she used with me. Kang Jia glared down at him with eyes full of utter contempt, like he was maggot filth, her voice ice-cold.
"Ugh, urk! Guh... Th-that's... a drug that amps up sexual sensitivity by 3000 times... It also has an imprinting effect... The target imprints on the first man they see after exposure..."
Imprinting?
Like how animals imprint on the first thing they see after birth as their protector?
"Explain in more detail."
"Anyone exposed to this drug forms a deep bond with the first person they see right after... It's irreversible."
So there's no undoing it.
Flail! Flail!
No time to waste on this principal's lackey. Su-hee's symptoms were worsening by the second.
"Ahhn♡ Ohhoook...!♡ Oh cumming♡!"
This wasn't the usual Su-hee. Not the soft-smiling older woman with her gentle maturity and subtle shyness. Just a mindless bitch in heat, worse than any animal.
I tried slapping her cheeks lightly to snap her out of it—
"Nyohoooooh♡♡!?"
Her body bucked like a frog electrocuted, legs splaying obscenely as she thrashed in frenzy.
Drip— splat—
The floor beneath the table was soaked with her squirted juices.
Even a light slap on the cheek registered as pure ecstasy?
"Hey, asshole, how do we reverse this? Talk."
"No antidote... The drug permanently rewires the target's neural structure... Ends in total ruin..."
The science teacher answered with glassy, vacant eyes.
Damn it.
I'd heard enough.
"Jia, kill him."
"Okay. Hey, die. Ah, but no choking—it's noisy. Just crouch in the corner and hold your breath for 30 minutes."
"Y-yes... Inhale..."
What a mess.
"Oppa~ Mommy's acting weird. It's kinda gross..."
Maybe the suggestion voice would work on her.
"Jia, suggest to Mommy that she can't feel pleasure anymore. Like how you blocked my pain before."
"Mmm... Got it. I don't wanna see her like this in front of you anyway. Mommy! You're not gonna feel pleasure anymore!"
"Hrgggh♡ Uhguhk...!♡"
Her panting eased up a bit compared to before, but she was still out of it.
"Su-hee! Snap out of it! Su-hee!"
I didn't even care about titles anymore—I just yelled her name.
I couldn't let her end up a vegetable. She was a damn competent ally, and if she broke, I'd have to die and start over.
"Su-hee!!"
Did my desperate shout get through? She barely lifted her eyelids, staring up at me with empty pupils.
"Ugh... Hrgggh♡ Y-Yuhan...-ssi..."
"Yeah, it's me—pull yourself together!"
I called her name over and over, but like a feverish patient in critical condition, her eyes kept rolling back as she passed out and woke in loops.
Frustrating as hell.
If only I had some magical power.
Anything beyond just this Altered Common Sense that only let me run from death!
Goddamn it.
"Uh... Oppa."
Cold sweat beaded on my skin. This absurd situation...
"Oppa?"
Was there really no way?
Was I really going to lose a teammate to some fucking aphrodisiac, not some god's scheme or demonic ritual?
"Aish, Oppa! Look over here!!"
"What!"
Irritated, I whipped around to face Kang Jia.
And there... someone was standing.
"Wh-who are you?"
......
Tanned skin on a voluptuous body.
A whore not wearing a stitch except for her jewelry.
A beauty so peerless even Cleopatra would bow her head stepped into the high school.
No shoes, so her bare feet made no sound in the hallway.
Just the faint slap of soles on cold stone.
-Nyohoooooh♡!
"Hm? Someone's having fun?"
The master of black magic, born in the 17th century and living four centuries strong.
The last witch, Aleister Crowley.
True to her expertise in every foul, debauched spell and ritual, the moans hit her ears and she was already plotting how to siphon the humans' lustful essence and energy.
Jingle jangle.
As she climbed the second-floor stairs, the jewelry dangling from her upper body clinked loudly—but only a handful of people remained in the school.
She reached the storage room door undisturbed.
-Ohhoook♡ Grrooooh♡♡!
-Su-hee! Snap out of it!
But inside wasn't the sweet whispers she'd expected—just a man's urgent voice.
"Hm? Weird. No burst of sexual energy from intercourse... just pure pleasure."
Tilting her head, Aleister—under no illusion of hiding—pushed open the storage room door and stepped in.
The sight inside was bizarre.
A woman on the delivery table, cumming nonstop, barely clinging to consciousness.
A man staring helplessly at her.
And...
Glint!
A small girl whirling around, animal eyes locking on Aleister with predatory gleam.
Kang Jia.
Kim Su-hee's moans were so loud, Jia couldn't have heard Aleister slip in quietly.
What an odd kid? Her soul's laced with Shub-Niggurath's aura...?
Sniff sniff.
Aleister's thick musk wafted from her body.
Jia's nostrils twitched like she'd smelled a revolting bitch in heat.
"Who are you!"
Ignoring Jia's demand for her identity, Aleister eyed the man who'd been nagging at her nerves.
Huh...?
Like Jia, Aleister had to flare her nostrils.
That's Gra'hthul's stench—that shitty old man's mark?
"Oppa!! Hey! Look over here!!"
"What now!"
As Aleister reeled from catching her mentor-turned-nemesis's scent in this random spot, Jia's "oppa"—Yuhan—locked eyes with her.
"Wh-who are you?"
Yuhan panicked hard too.
Couldn't blame him—any man would. She was walking sex on legs, built to induce rut. Perfect curves, tits bigger than most men's heads, thick pheromones rolling off her. Even the pink glove-like magic accessory doubled down on the lewdness.
"Ufufufu... I am the witch who drapes the golden desert's veil over the West, the black mist of the Nile, the subterranean king of Lancaster—Aleister Crowley."
She introduced herself with familiar arrogance, peering into the man's eyes.
Black depths like an abyss. Iron will, steadfast resolve.
But what lay beneath? Hard to pierce.
A novel sensation for her—no man had ever eluded her glance before.
And there was more.
What the hell is this guy? Gra'hthul's trace is there, but he doesn't look transformed by that old fucker or puppeted... And his soul's tainted with all sorts of energies?
Intrigued, Aleister smiled faintly.
This boy's fun. Hold off killing him. Not my problem what those tentacle-head bastards ordered anyway.
Hiding her thoughts, she spoke in a honeyed tone.
"Now that you've heard mine, shouldn't our cute little one introduce herself too? Good manners and all."
"Hold up! Who the hell are you acting chummy with my oppa for? Wanna die?"
Jia barged in, pissed. She flicked her eyes between her own chest and Aleister's massive rack, grinding her teeth harder.
"Tch... Fucking bitch..."
"Pfft... What's this tiny twat? Kiddo, step aside. Big sis has questions for your cute boyfriend."
Grrr!
Unable to hold back, Jia unleashed her suggestion voice without my permission.
"Die!"
......
But Jia's furious command did nothing.
"That's how you're using Shub-Niggurath's power?"
Aleister swatted the suggestion away like a fly.
"H-how...?"