The Pink Door to the Master's Mansion
I carried a half-fainted Kekere to the infirmary. Click. As I opened the door, Yewon, Helgen, and Hilde were all there, as they always were. It felt like the infirmary had become their personal hideout.
"Hm? Is that... a Slaughter Beast? What on earth did you do to it? Why does it reek of the foul scent of an evil god...?" Hilde sniffed the air, her nose twitching, and immediately identified Kekere’s current state.
"Ah... well, you see..."
"And... *sniff, sniff*. Hmm. It’s the scent of thick, concentrated semen."
"Excuse me? Ah..."
Even though I’d tried to wipe it off, Hilde had noticed. Beside her, Yewon, who had been sitting there, wore a sorrowful expression. She was deeply saddened by the fact that I’d been playing around with another woman again.
"Yewon-ah... I’ll give you a big hug, too. Okay?"
"Okay... promise."
"Haha..." I hooked my pinky finger with the teary-eyed Yewon to make a promise. Tonight, I’d be with Yewon...
"Hmm. Hey, Cultist."
"Yes?"
"When do you plan on touching me? You seem to have a personality where you just shove your dick into anything that’s strong and pretty. Why aren’t you in heat for me?"
"Uh..." I didn't know what to say. What was this? Was she asking me to ravage her?
"It hurts my pride. To be pushed back in the queue behind a mere Slaughter Beast. It’s enough to make me angry."
"N-no... that’s not it..."
Why had being ravished by me become a matter of pride? I couldn't wrap my head around this causality. Had she been secretly looking forward to sleeping with me? Was that it?
"Haha... I’m joking. I’ll let Helgen off the hook, so have a good time."
"Ah, hahah... right..."
A truly terrifying joke. This crazy dragon. I couldn't even brand her with a slave mark... Should I have just sold her off to the Dragon King?
"Anyway... I’ll be going. Yewon, I’ll come find you in a bit."
"Hehehe... Yes... I’ll be ready. Fufu..." Yewon was visibly delighted when I told her I’d be sleeping with her tonight. I waved goodbye and slipped out of the infirmary. My, my... there are so many women waiting for me, it’s chaos everywhere. Back at the start of the apocalypse, they were the ones desperate to be ravished by me... now, I’m the one being ravished like a dog. Is this the paradox of master and slave?
As I was pondering this Hegelian thought, Ha Jin-sung came running from the end of the hallway.
"Boss!"
"Oh?"
"I’ve finished making what you asked for."
"Really?"
Ha Jin-sung showed me the door frame and the door, claiming he’d completed the 'Anywhere Door' I’d ordered. It was even painted pink, making it look like it could truly go anywhere. His efficiency was, as always, impeccable.
"Oh... pink. It really feels like I can go anywhere with this."
"Um, Boss. But... what are you planning to use this for..."
"I have my uses. Go to the science lab, bring Jung Ji-yeon and Yoon Ha-jun, and bring Yan Hong-ya, too. Oh, and Aila, Eunji, and Hwayoung."
"Ah... yes, sir."
I stood in front of the door, waiting for everyone to arrive. For the record, the companions joining me for the mansion exploration included not only Yoon Ha-jun, Yan Hong-ya, and Jung Ji-yeon, but also Aila, Eunji, and Hwayoung. Aila, who had the deepest ties to the mansion, was naturally coming along, and Hwayoung and Eunji had insisted on joining as well.
"Oppa!!"
"We’re here!!"
"Oh."
Eunji and Hwayoung were dressed to the nines, clearly thinking this was a date with me. Both of them were wearing outfits with plenty of skin showing. They were quite cute.
"But Oppa! Why didn’t you come back last night? Why did you abandon us...?"
"Yeah! That’s mean!! You only doted on Mer-unnie again, didn’t you?"
"Ah, no... t-that’s..."
"Chee... are we not good enough because our breasts are small? We aren’t, right? Right? You always look for Mer-unnie because she has big breasts. You only like Mer-unnie, right? Breasts are the best, right? Right?"
"Oppa... have you come to hate Eunji now...? Am I being pushed to the back again...? *Sob*... I’m always pushed to the back... always left alone somewhere... while you bring in other women... you’re mean..."
"No, that’s not it..."
Eunji pretended to have tears welling up in her eyes even though she wasn't actually sad, and Hwayoung pinched me, clearly sulking. These damn legal mesugaki (Eunji, 26; Hwayoung, 24)... they were old enough to know better, yet they mixed cuteness with coquetry. 'The only thing I can give these legal mesugaki is some meat-rod discipline...' I’d have to give them a real lesson soon. They’d been getting a bit too bold lately because I hadn’t given them a proper breeding session.
"Eunji, stop! And Kang Hwayoung! Who told you to pinch Oppa’s nipples?"
"Kyaa!"
"Hweee..."
I grabbed their breasts firmly and bit their earlobes in turn to discipline them, and Eunji and Hwayoung let out immediate cries of pleasure. Perhaps it was the aftereffect of the seal, but they loved it when I touched them even a little lewdly. Cute.
"Hehee... Oppa... let’s do it tonight. Okay? Hwayoung will give you a real, sincere blowjob. Okay?"
"Eunji can use her throat, too... how about it, Oppa? Shall we go to a motel tonight?"
"Yeah, Oppa. Let’s go to a motel for once. We only ever do it in the principal’s office, so it feels like educational sex..."
"That’s right, that’s right. And Mer-unnie was bragging earlier. That she slept at a motel... it’s annoying. So I want to go, too. Eunji wants to go to a motel, too. Okay?"
"Yeah, Oppa. Areum and Aram-unnie were looking at you with fire in their eyes, saying they’d fuck you until you were a puddle tonight... just boldly abandon the Han sisters. Take just the two of us. Okay? You will, right?"
At their inhuman pestering, I ended up fully erect. I couldn't hold back anymore. I’d have to go to the black market and then take these two to a motel. They were acting like this because they hadn't been broken in properly. I had no choice but to show them what’s what.
'Ah, Yewon...'
For a moment, I remembered Yewon’s face, smiling with joy at the thought that she could sleep with me for the first time in a while. Tonight, I had to have pure, innocent sex with Yewon. Poor Yewon... I couldn't abandon her...
"Um... I have a prior engagement tonight..."
"Who is it?"
"Who is she?"
"W-well... it’s Yewon..."
"Ah... Yewon-unnie is a bit pitiful..."
"Yewon-unnie definitely... it’s about time she had her turn with Oppa. Can’t be helped."
"Right... can’t be helped..."
The two of them seemed convinced. "But, Yewon-unnie... she doesn’t have much stamina, right?"
"That’s right. She’ll probably pass out before Oppa is satisfied, right?"
"Uh... uh-huh..."
"Then, we’ll have to wash the dishes Oppa leaves behind after Yewon-unnie is done eating, right?"
"That’s right. Exactly. Fufufu..."
The two of them laughed deviously. I had no choice but to nod. I’d dote on Yewon to my heart’s content... and then I’d have to take Eunji and Hwayoung to a motel.
"Fine. Let’s go."
"Yay!!"
"Yes!"
Seeing the two of them so happy, I felt that I really should work hard. Just then, Jung Ji-yeon and Yoon Ha-jun came running from the school building, and Yan Hong-ya, who had crawled up from the hole to the abyss, approached silently.
"We’re here!!"
"...."
"Yan Hong-ya. Why aren’t you greeting me? Still can’t speak Korean?"
"N-no, sir. I have learned. It’s just... I’m a bit nervous..."
"Nervous, my ass."
"I-I’m sorry..."
Yan Hong-ya had been learning Korean in the abyss for nearly a few months. Since about two days had passed, that meant she’d learned Korean in the abyss for 120 days. Two parasitic humans who had already mastered Korean had been attached to her, giving her intensive tutoring, so she should be capable of basic conversation.
"Sorry, I’m a bit late."
"Ah, Aila. Hehe... late, you say."
"Fufu. Thank you."
Aila had arrived as well. With that, the party for the Master’s mansion was complete. Now, all we had to do was open the door and enter. I pulled the Master’s key from my stomach pouch.
"Ugh..."
After a few dry heaves, I felt an intense hunger as my stomach pouch was empty. I shoved a rock I’d prepared in advance into the pouch and inserted the key into the pink door.
-*Vwooom...*
The key melted away, and the pink door connected to the entrance of the Master’s mansion. This door had now become a dimensional gate connected to the mansion. If this door disappeared or was smashed, we wouldn't be able to travel to the Master’s mansion. So, I’d have to take the utmost care of this pink door.
"Oh..."
As I opened the door, the Master’s mansion came into view. It was the same entrance where I’d sent Nick and Meiling to their graves. That was where I’d fed the witch parasite to Meiling and made Nick a fool by feeding him a memory eraser.
"The atmosphere is brighter than I thought."
"Right?"
Perhaps because it was the first time she’d seen a door suddenly connect to a different space, Jung Ji-yeon was fascinated.
"Jun, first, let’s find the Master’s workshop."
"Yes, sir."
Aila said she knew the way, so she took the lead. We followed her forward. After wandering around the mansion for about 10 minutes, broken dolls finally began to crawl out.
-*Skreeeech...*
-*Crunch...*
-*Skreeeeek...*
With a metallic sound like a chalkboard being scratched—the kind that only comes from old hinges—the dolls approached, staggering. There were quite a few of them. It looked like there were at least thirty.
"So those are the broken dolls."
"They are... their faces..."
"They look exactly like me... Jun, don’t even look at those things. If you look at them and then look at me, you’ll just see them overlapping."
"Haha... I won’t."
Aila’s voice sharpened with discomfort as she looked at the dolls that shared her appearance. For the record, Aila was a doll created by the Original, who had an appearance similar to her own. The Original was a physical body created by the Master for his daughter, and those failures were things modeled after the Original’s appearance. Therefore, those broken dolls, the Original, and Aila could be said to have similar appearances. Of course, if you looked at them one by one, they were slightly different, but since the overall image of their faces was conceived from one person, they were effectively identical. The problem was that only their faces were similar.
'How grotesque...'
They had faces similar to Aila’s, but their bodies were completely different. They were grotesquely twisted bodies that had already transcended the bounds of humanity. For instance, some had abnormally long arms, some had dozens of legs, and some had three or more heads, each chattering away... They weren't living creatures, so it was a bit less disgusting, but... seeing them crawl up walls, floors, and ceilings with the heads of normal people in such strange forms was terrifying. I was on the verge of developing a phobia of dolls I never had before.
"Let’s finish this quickly and go."
Of course, they were only terrifying and grotesque in appearance; they weren't enemies that we, as we were now, would struggle against.