Yeah, this is hell 3
I could instinctively tell how these lower-body monsters hunted humans. It was a strategy of luring in prey before striking. There was another one creeping up behind me.
Sure, it was sneaking, but with that creak-creak sound, how could I not notice? Plump asses, dripping pussies, and toothed anuses on the back. But damn, these things weren't scary at all. At best, they were soft, jiggly butts on long, shapely legs. Wild animals are dangerous because of their mass. Their power scales with size and weight.
Look at those. No muscle, skinny with killer legs... Wait. Did I just think those legs were pretty? Snap out of it. You're not O Nangryun!
The lower-body monsters were closing in for a coordinated attack. Then another creak-creak from the side. Out of the fog emerged a second, then a third.
"Have I ever been this popular with women?" Pathetic, since only half qualified as such.
I tripped the one in front, sending it sprawling. At the same instant, they all charged. Their legs unleashed surprising speed—like deer bounding forward.
I backpedaled frantically, conjuring fireballs in both hands. But they were already too close. One leaped right at me, its pussy inches from my face.
Pretty pussy... wanna lick it. A fleeting thought hit me. These things messed with your mind. Were they emitting some pheromone from their cunts?
"Not today!" I dropped low, rolling under the jumping monster. Then hurled a fireball. Baseball-sized and cute, but aimed at its legs.
Pop. My first real use of it. Flames wrapped the legs, making it stumble. Not a full blaze thanks to the small size, but solid damage.
Stunned by my counter, the burning one bolted. One fled, and the rest vanished into the fog.
Creak-creak. Creak-creak-creak. Their sounds faded into the distance.
A petty victory, but it boosted my confidence plenty.
"Turns out, I'm a demon hunter, you fucks." No audience—human or monster—but the win felt electric. I cracked my neck side to side and headed for the convenience store.
Clashing with monsters straight out of urban legends solidified it: this world was hell.
Small flame in my right hand, I walked slowly. A demon hunter wielding cute fireballs? Pfft. My heart, pounding from terror, now pumped with anticipation.
Demon-filled hell life... Turns out I'm a demon hunter. Felt like I'd become the hot-blooded shonen manga protag. I vowed not to flinch at the grotesque anymore. A demon hunter scared of demons? Pathetic.
Roll-roll-roll. Roll-roll-roll. Roll-roll-roll.
'Fuck.' The crawling heads were multiplying in the fog. Not just one or two.
Lower-body chicks were kinda cute, but those first-encounter crawling heads? Creepy as hell. Didn't wanna look down. What if one was staring up from below? Imagining a severed head gazing upward made my hair stand on end. I swallowed hard.
Pop up again, and I'd punt it. 'Don't freak. Don't freak.'
Trying to go slow, but I was already jogging. The demon hunter's path was long and rough.
Reached the store quick. Extinguished the flame.
Ding-a-ling. Startled by the bell on the glass door. The fluorescent lights felt eerie and dim tonight. Still, light beat fog any day. Felt like I'd spent an hour out there, though it was under ten minutes. Sobered me right up.
The bright store felt like a safe sanctuary. A light sigh escaped me. At this rate, I'd turn into a total homebody.
Behind the counter stood Hamster... or what used to be called that. 'Huh? Night shift's usually a guy. What's up?'
Big round black eyes, chubby cheeks, tiny lips. Still cute. If you ignored the vacant stare... Hamster. 155cm petite frame, small face—perfect proportions that made her look 170cm from afar. She'd bragged once about starting game streaming at night. Usually short shorts, but tonight a miniskirt.
'Damn, looking good.' Her skin gleamed like pearl under the lights. Two shirt buttons undone, hinting at cleavage. Unlike a tee, lace bra peeked through. Ivory with a pink tint shining past the uniform.
'Dressed slutty for once?' The skirt barely covered half her thighs. Pale legs like soft peach skin—bet they'd bounce under touch. It swayed with her movements, flashing panties maybe.
Despite the dirty thoughts, my uneasy gaze fixed on her neck. After all those rolling heads outside...
'No way her head detaches too?' Once bitten, twice shy.
Against my fears, no lines or scars on her neck. If Hamster's head hit the floor? Heart attack city. The thought gave me goosebumps like chicken skin.
Normal by day, demons by night? Heads detaching? 'I'm a demon hunter. I'm a demon hunter...' Chanting internally to build confidence.
The human brain's simple—you can hypnotize yourself. Crave and voice what you want to become, and it happens. The brain subconsciously gets it, reshaping the body to match.
Her, guarding the empty store alone. Me. Beyond the glass, gray fog hid rolling heads, ass monsters, bear-suited freaks, mannequins shambling.
Ding-a-ling. Something bumped the door. Probably a rolling head.
Thick gray fog outside—nothing visible. The store felt isolated. Like a Silent Hill scene.
"Whew..." Exhaled, steadying my breath. Eyes met Hamster's. She flashed a wide Joker Smile at me. I returned it.
The Hamster before me: a demon in human Shell. No different from the rolling heads or bear freaks outside. Same as Han Areum and Nam Seohee from daytime sex.
'Hmm.'Mindfulness, the meditation I'd done for cancer treatment. See things as they are, reframe emotions. To relax, I pictured her as the old Hamster. The Korea University junior smiling, chatting. Coaching her petty love stories at the store.
Shallow me—before anything, I checked the number floating over her head.
'Zero experience, huh... Impressive.' Honestly, Hamster-level cute? Not idol center, but solid as the cute one.
Staring at her porcelain legs under the miniskirt, dirty thoughts flowed. Virgin purity buffs beauty. Imagined tongue sliding between thighs. Hiking the skirt, fingering that small warm pussy. Vacant eyes or not, what moans? "Aaang...♡" Or "Heung...♡"?
Gazing at her perky chest under the uniform top, pictured the tits. Small but firm. Pink nipples peeking post-shirt removal. Sucking, licking—strawberry flavor? Hamster sweat and fluids mixed. Mouth watered.
Her slender fingers wrapping me? Soft warm lips sucking? Vacant eyes looking up while blowing—heat rose between legs. Boner calmed me. Lust beats fear. Mindfulness worked wonders. Truth.
Ghosts appear? Think "Damn, nice body. Wanna fuck." Fear gone. Instructor'd rage at this use, but whatever.
Dirty thoughts plus demon hunter confidence erased fog-born terror.
Her dark circles stood out. No shifts, working nonstop? Pity surged. You... pulling all-nighters?
'Whoa, that's brutal.' Grabbed soju first, browsed open fridge like shopping. Convenience stores had everything—pig rind, gopchang. Microwave three minutes, stir-fry veggies, season: dinner done.
'Drooling.' Doomed world, but infrastructure held, essentials stocked. Ignore fog monsters, could pass for paradise.
Pig rind, gopchang, pumpkin, milk. Night snack? Fuse with Greek cuisine. Michelin two-star from Cheongdam fine dining—I could make killer dishes from store shit.
Grabbed Coke (pre-diabetes days) and smokes. Quit 'cause cheating wife gaslit me. Quitting's lifelong suffering. Restart? Demon hunters puff cigs in trench coats, deep dark stares, oozing cool. Stereotype, but suited lonely me. Trench coat, dual fireballs! Felt good imagining.
Staring at rind, then zoned-out Hamster. Shell... Hamster down to shell. Endless loop life. No relief, cashier till death? Her world travel dreams? Marriage talks? My smile faded.
Everyone in hell? Why me intact? Zoned Hamster oblivious to my gaze on her profile.
How'd she become shell? Demon brain takeover—what chemistry? Neuroscience major days made me curious. Shell process tied to brain parts. Limbic system prime suspect: amygdala, hippocampus. Emotion/memory hubs damaged/suppressed.
But not destroyed—retained routines. 'Synapses alive...' Means potential. Neuroplasticity's magic. Damaged brains rewire.
Like Han Areum/Nam Seohee seducing via desire. Tickle shells' cravings, switch flips. Hamster's cerebellum holds triggers to puppet her.
'Hamster... what's your desire? Your trigger?' I grinned Joker-style at her.
