Holy Sword 1
From the hilt of the Holy Sword Phnoima, a silver flash began spreading like a wave. The blade vibrated fiercely, as if it were a living creature whispering to me to rip through Choi Seo-ah's insides and shatter her soul.
"Ah… so the holy sword is drawing out the murderous intent inside me."
A strange sensation where killing intent rose unbidden. Stabbing her directly let me grasp its true power. With purification like this, the Holy Sword Phnoima would serve as the perfect detector, exposing any demon no matter what.
"Guh… M-Master… please… stop…"
"Ah. Sorry about that."
I slowly withdrew the holy sword from Choi Seo-ah's abdomen. Astonishingly, not a drop of blood stained the blade, and her stomach was flawless, without a single wound. The pain had been real, but no physical trace remained.
"So you were a demon after all. A devil in an angel's guise."
I canceled the summoning of the Holy Sword Phnoima.
"…Master, that's too much… sob."
Tears finally spilled from Choi Seo-ah's eyes in fat drops. They were a mix of the agony she'd just endured and the betrayal from someone she trusted. She began sobbing like a broken child.
"Waaah…!"
Her wails filled the room, enough to unsettle a corner of my heart. I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her.
"Stop crying and come here."
Choi Seo-ah approached, tears streaming, drawn by the irresistible command. She knelt before me, her face a mess of snot and tears. I gripped her chin, lifting it, and gently licked the tears trailing down her cheek. The salty taste of sorrow lingered on my tongue.
"Punishment given, now for the reward."
I pulled her up and sat her facing me on my lap. My still-warm center pressed against her most intimate spot. Her body twitched with a faint shiver. I gripped her waist firmly, aligning her entrance perfectly with mine. Slick with tears and arousal, it quivered, ready to take me.
I thrust my hips up slowly, pushing myself inside her. My glans parted the soft vaginal walls, delving deep.
"Ha-ut…!"
A short moan burst from Choi Seo-ah's lips. I clutched her ass and drove in to the hilt in one go. Wet friction echoed lowly through the room. I felt my cock piercing her deepest core, her cervix.
The holy agony from moments ago was now being overwritten by carnal pleasure. This was my way.
I held her waist and moved my hips leisurely. Her full breasts jiggled enticingly with each motion. Her tear-streaked face, torn between pain and ecstasy, was a masterpiece.
"Haa, haa… Master… ahn…!"
Her pussy clenched tight around me—a sweet pressure utterly unlike the holy sword's bite. I gradually quickened my pace. Slap, slap—the sound of flesh on flesh grew more obscene. Her body rocked wildly with my thrusts; she buried her face in my shoulder, gasping raggedly.
"Hngh, ah, ah, it feels so good…! More, please, more…!"
Her pleading voice made me grip her ass harder and pound relentlessly. Looking down at her frenzied, shaking form, I finally felt it—she was utterly mine.
"Hic! I-I'm cumming…! Ahn!"
Choi Seo-ah's body convulsed in spasms. Her scorching depths clamped down spasmodically, the intense stimulation pushing me to my limit. I slammed deep one last time, unleashing everything into her core. Spurt, splurt, spuuurt! With a low groan, I emptied myself completely, then gently brushed back her sweat-matted hair.
I laid her on the bed, rose, and gathered my scattered clothes from the floor, dressing.
"Tell Department Head Choi Dong-jin I was well taken care of."
Choi Seo-ah lay face-down on the bed, panting heavily. Red handprints from my grip stood vivid on her pale back and ass.
"Haa… Master…"
She called to me desperately, but I finished pulling on my pants without a word. Business was done. No need to waste more time rolling around with her.
I stepped into the living room and glanced at Department Head Choi Dong-jin, snoring on the sofa.
"Poor bastard."
Choi Seo-ah's tangled fate was too complex for a line or two. Her real daughter's soul wandered T-16's fog; T-16's Choi Seo-ah was occupied by something called Retriever; and this body's reality was claimed by yet another demon.
'Nah, no need to overthink it.'
As long as she obeyed me, was useful, and tasted good—that was enough.
A fleeting thought: maybe this was my one weakness, my 'pussy-brain.' I saw myself as a cynical vengeful ghost, but damn this instinctual possessiveness toward any woman who'd taken my cock.
I swallowed a curse, purging the emotion. Choi Seo-ah was a tool to sate my lust and a decent info source. Nothing more, nothing less.
Opening the front door, the cool hallway air chilled my overheated body. My mind was a whirlwind, yet pieces clicked into clarity.
Choi Seo-ah's body: Beelzebub, Retriever, some nameless angel, and now this demon. Like public Wi-Fi, anyone could hop on.
Best to slot her into a guild for monitoring. Team Leader Gu Gwanchul would handle it fine. A apostle of justice agonizing within the law's bounds, but indebted to me all the same.
The elevator descended to the first floor; the luxury apartment's marble lobby gleamed coldly. Stepping out, humid night air stabbed my lungs. It was past 2 a.m. now.
Cleaving the darkness afar, beside Lotte Tower, loomed the ominous silhouette of Curse Tower. Baal's massive Skinner box, designed to select apostles and harvest 'dopamine' from humanity. People deluded themselves into thinking they defended Earth by clearing gates and the tower—livestock fattening their master in a giant farm.
At my call, Beelzebub—Jejeop—responded instantly.
Calling me "Master" meant connection to me. Suddenly, the angel's words before vanishing echoed.
"……"
Lucifer's power. Jejeop had said my Soul Harvest resembled it. I'd never met Lucifer or accepted any succession.
Jejeop went silent—suspicious. Clamming up to avoid lying.
Wait… think of Nangryun. Demon kings are greedy; no proper power handover. Gaining Soul Harvest… unlikely Lucifer's heir.
Conclusion: the Quantum Trap from Van Helsing when I became a demon hunter. Hint there.
Sudden panic from Jejeop.
Jejeop's resigned voice echoed hollowly.
Puzzle solved. Van Helsing didn't drag Lucifer to Hell Dimension Control Bureau—he dataized him. Whatever story between them, it fit. Explained Jejeop's secrecy too.
Jejeop knew from the start I held Lucifer's power. Feared the same fate, hid it tight.
Jejeop hesitated, then spoke.
New demon king? Or Lucifer II?
"Knew it…"
I nodded. Explained why Choi Seo-ah called me "Master." She'd seen the Lucifer inside me.
Godly or demon king power? The force erasing the angel was immense.
My conclusion:
I nodded. Beyond gods, demon kings, hell dimensions, Hell Dimension Control Bureau—something transcendent? Felt like staring into vast cosmos.
…Suddenly pissed. Felt like bullying Jejeop.
Threats worked wonders. Silent Jejeop now eagerly helped. Items were solid—Asmodeus's 'Breathwhite' mask needless to say; Holy Sword Phnoima fed my sword fantasies.
I nodded. Mana from rampages was decent. Best to farm them for power awhile.
Hassle, but curing rampagers benefited me. S-rank? Indebtedness not bad.
I pulled out my phone, checked news. Breaking alert perfect.
Clicking the article showed Kwon Si-hyuk on a stretcher. Korea's top S-rank "Tyrant," face twisted in agony from uncontrollable mana erosion.
"Time to test the holy sword's true efficacy…"
I summoned the softly glowing Holy Sword Phnoima once more.