Quest 1
I froze mid-thrust inside Shin Bomi's womb as she confessed during my creampie. "Haa... Assistant Manager Park Woojin... it feels so good..."
No fucking way... Does she remember my dick size? I halted the rocking of my hips, and Shin Bomi's eyes widened in shock as she clamped her hand over her mouth. Oxytocin and dopamine were flooding her system—it wasn't rational judgment talking.
She slipped up. She hadn't realized I was Park Woojin; she'd just blurted out "Assistant Manager Park Woojin" in the heat of pleasure without thinking.
"Assistant Manager Park Woojin? So you're imagining some other bug while taking me inside you?"
"No no no no no no no no no!"
Shin Bomi's eyes bulged as she shook her head furiously, realizing just how dangerous her slip-up was.
I gazed down at her coldly and began slowly pulling my cock out. Her vaginal walls clenched desperately, trying to hold onto it, but I ignored them and withdrew completely. Her pink insides protruded briefly beyond her outer labia before sliding back in with a slick motion—proof of how tightly she'd gripped me. At the same time, thick white semen gushed out from her gaping pussy.
...Fucking hot.
"It's a misunderstanding..."
Shin Bomi's face crumpled like she'd lost everything in the world, her pussy twitching desperately. Her pleading expression, begging me to thrust back in, was adorable.
"Assistant Manager Park Woojin, huh... Interesting."
I deliberately chilled my voice even further. Her face paled visibly. She was grasping the gravity of her mistake.
"Demon King... I-I'm truly, truly sorry... I..."
"Shut up."
One word from me silenced her. Her entire body trembled in terror. I circled her slowly, observing. Her hormone levels were plain as day—cortisol and adrenaline spiking wildly, yet oxytocin still lingered.
"It's intriguing that a bug named Park Woojin is crawling around in your head. You don't like that bug, do you?"
I pinched her nipple coldly as I asked. She flinched hard.
"Ah... No! He's just... just a coworker!"
I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her body reacted instantly—dopamine and oxytocin surged again, fresh nectar flowing from her pussy.
"Your body's honest, at least. Getting this wet from my touch while fantasizing about another male."
"Aaaang... Demon King... please..."
Shin Bomi moaned and begged. I pressed a finger to her pussy entrance and rubbed slowly. Her walls tried to suck it in.
"You've fucked that Park Woojin."
I stated it flatly. Her eyes widened.
"H-How..."
"I can tell from your pussy's reactions. It's accustomed to a specific size and shape. And just now, taking my cock, you were unconsciously comparing it."
I slid two fingers inside her as I spoke. She arched her back with a groan.
"Uuung... You know everything, Demon King..."
"Of course. But tell me..."
I pushed deeper, finding her G-spot and stimulating it. Her body convulsed.
"Aaaak! Not there like that..."
"How'd you do it with that bug? Did he satisfy you like this?"
I pistoned my fingers rapidly, focusing on her G-spot. More nectar poured out, and she panted on the verge of passing out.
"He... he didn't satisfy me... Park Woojin was just..."
"Just what?"
"Just... a one-time... mistake..."
Shin Bomi mumbled in embarrassment. I paused my fingers and looked down at her.
"A mistake? Hahaha... Interesting. Then tell me all about that 'mistake.' In detail. Enough to satisfy me."
I kneaded her breasts as I said it. Her nipples hardened against my palm.
"Demon King... that's..."
"Don't want to? Fine, we're done here."
I pretended to pull away. She grabbed my wrist in panic.
"No! I'll tell you... I will!"
Her voice shook. I resumed fingering her pussy.
"Good. Start from the beginning, nice and slow. How'd you fuck that bug?"
Shin Bomi opened her trembling mouth under my cold gaze, my fingers moving languidly inside her.
"Park Woojin... I first saw him at a convenience store in the T-16 world. I witnessed him fighting Baal's demon, Headless. He's a demon hunter."
I was caught off guard. I'd just asked about the sex, and she was spilling our first encounter. Her distant expression suggested she was vividly reliving it.
"A demon hunter, huh..."
I replied, slowly thrusting my cock back in. But she'd first seen me in T-16? During my first fight with Sponge Bob? Surprised, I slammed my hips up roughly.
"Uuueup?"
Her pussy clamped down like a vice to keep the meat inside. Feeling her motor-like walls, I eased in slowly.
"Haaaaang~♥ So full inside... My bug pussy's stuffed, head tingling. Haang~"
Shin Bomi clenched so hard her thighs spasmed, desperate to please me.
"You were a Crawling Head back then."
She jolted, trembling violently. Her cervix gripped my cock midway, nearly snapping it.
"H-How did you... Hauk!!"
"A low-tier demon serving Belphegor in T-16... now wearing a human shell, serving Baal... and begging to serve me? You're... the icon of betrayal?"
I struggled to pull my glans from her cervix grip. It was ecstasy-inducing, but I held back the moan. Her pussy was pleasure perfected—cum layered at my tip, ready to burst. Hers was top-tier.
"No... I want to be... the icon of pussy."
Her effort showed her life's attitude. The research floor was our company's beacon; she practically lived there with endless overtime. Now, she aimed to be the best pussy too.
"Pussy icon... Cute."
Her cervix gripped like a second mouth. I endured ejaculation, barely extracting my near-broken cock from her womb's vise.
"Haa~?"
Her hollow moan at the escape. Now it was my turn to counterattack. Fuck this arrogant bug pussy.
Free from the cervix clamp, my cock—lingering in softer walls—thrust vigorously again. I'd already studied all her weaknesses as T-16 Shin Bomi (shell).
2 o'clock position—bam! I slammed up fiercely.
"Hiiiing? Nngiiiit!! Demon Kiiiing~♥"
Shin Bomi twisted, moaning. "No... I'm not betrayal icon... pussy~ Haaeut!"
Her identity was unexpected—a vivid witness to my first demon hunter steps.
"Nngiiiit!!"
Ahegao, ecstasy, climax—every expression played across her beautiful face. I couldn't hold back, unleashing the cum I'd barely contained into her womb.
Byurrrurut.Byurrrurrurrurut.
Her face lit with joy at the creampie, like a fanatic meeting god.
"Did Baal order you to monitor the demon hunter?"
"N-No... Baal doesn't care what bugs do... I monitored Park Woojin on my own to gain his favor... Haang!! So full in my womb... Demon King~♥"
She'd done it herself? Just misguided loyalty. Pity. As a workaholic genius who fabricated tasks, it fit. A tempting talent.
"Too big a vessel for Baal."
My praise flushed her red—joy radiating from her glowing skin.
"Th-Thank you~ Demon Kiiiing~♥"
She shook her hips coquettishly. Fucking gorgeous. Tempting talent... but Baal's subordinate. Baal wouldn't care if his base burned—bugs like her were expendable.
Perfect. Time to recruit Shin Bomi. Won't trust her, but assemble usable talents into a team: Belphegor's U Mi-young and Han Areum; Catholic Baal servant Ieliya; Shin Bomi. Nova Catholic's Mystic River.
Group these villains under "White Mask Demon King." Make them his minions—solid plan.
Betrayal? Oxytocin drop confirms it. Rising norepinephrine signals hostility. Pre-attack: adrenaline and testosterone. My new hormone visualization reads humans like books.
Final ideology check before recruiting her fully.
"What's your relation to Shin Serin and Nam Seohee?"
Her pussy clamped hard—painfully so.
"Haang... You know everything, Demon King... Those bitches treat me like a bug. Because I was a Crawling Head... We don't get along. If you want me to get close... I will."
"No need."
Ideology check: passed. Praise makes bears dance—I'd praised her a bit, and her mouth opened. Info poured: Mystic River ties; Japan-US nuclear mafia, drug mafia, chaebol Samjeong, Korean cults entangled.
Then—
"Huh?"
Shin Bomi's focus shifted. Not on me—staring into space.
"Demon King... A hunter quest popped up..."
"What quest?"
I was shocked. Quests were the creator's prerogative.
Baal making moves?
She read it aloud, finger tracing invisible text.
The God is Enraged at Hunters Neglecting the Cursed Tower Climb
📍 Nations that halt conquering the Cursed Tower will face the God's wrath.
Baal's quest. The Cursed Tower's final climber becomes his apostle—that's his plan.
Something urgent for Baal? Rushing an apostle meant variables in the hell dimension wars.
Then my phone blared—brrring, brrring. Emergency disaster alert. Mine too...
"D-Demon King uses a smartphone too??"
"Quiet, bug."
Phone news showed a sinister red number counting down atop the Cursed Tower. Mystic River, who'd fainted, stirred and sat up. Shin Bomi scowled at her.
"Demon King... That bitch is Nova Catholic's assassin. Kill her?"
Wasting prime fuckmeat is a sin. Blondes like Ieliya or Mystic have that exotic appeal.
"No. Mystic River serves me like you from today. Swear loyalty until Baal returns."
My calm words moved Shin Bomi to tears of gratitude. Unlike Shin Serin or Nam Seohee, she'd never had Baal's favor.
"Thank you for taking me in... Demon King!"
She bowed dogeza-style. Then flung Shan at rising Mystic River.
"Shan. Borrow you again."
I became Shan again, thinly spreading to wrap Mystic like a latex suit. I whispered to her terrified form.
Cortisol flared at my voice, but she nodded. No more attack norepinephrine; oxytocin spread from her. Crushed loyalty born of fear.
'I will obey.'