Night Convenience Store 2
Under her nostrils, something like nose hairs wriggled out. Gradually, its shape became clear.
A flea fly?
I watched as the flea fly slowly crawled out from inside her nose.
What the hell? Why's a flea fly coming out of a person's nose?
I wondered if I'd seen it wrong.
Weeeeng—
And then the bug flew straight toward my nose.
What the—!
It was so unexpected I couldn't react at all. The flea fly slipped right into my nostril and shot down my esophagus. Normally, if a fly goes up your nose, you can hack it out with some phlegm, but this one went straight to my stomach.
*Cough cough cough.*
I coughed hard, trying to expel the fly, but it was already inside me.
That's when it happened. A man's urgent voice echoed in my head—no, more like a woman's voice bizarrely fused with a man's.
[What... you... why aren't you a shell?? Fuck. What is this. You. What the hell is this. Why am I trapped?]
The panicked voice made my eyes go wide. Focusing, I sent my thoughts back to it.
[What are you? A flea fly that talks?]
[Hey... let me out. No, fuck, actually I'm the one who wants to ask. What the hell are you?]
The flea fly that came out of the ass-skirt delinquent's nose had entered my body and started talking to me.
[You explain yourself first, you little shit. A fly acting all high and mighty.]
[Argh, this is driving me nuts. I told you I'm not a fly.]
[You barge into my body without permission and now you're throwing a fit because you can't leave?]
The voice's owner seemed seriously freaked out.
[No way... is this a demon hunter's quantum trap? Did I fly right into it? Are you a demon hunter from the Hell Dimension Management Bureau?]
It was a creepy voice, woman and man bizarrely blended. The flea fly that entered through my nostril knew I was a demon hunter.
[What are you... you fucking fly shit.]
Finally, in response to my question, the entity answered.
[I am the Lord of Decay, Ruler of Insects, Beelzebub. With a thousand wings I stir the winds of death, and with ten thousand compound eyes I have watched over the human hell created by Belphegor.]
What??
[Release me at once, human. I only wanted to learn cooking...]
Hmm... Beelzebub... the fly demon king? Watched over the human hell made by Belphegor?
[Yeah, I am a demon hunter... but what's a quantum trap?]
[Aaaah!!!!!!!]
A short-haired woman's scream. Then the guy's frantic voice rang out again.
[Excuse me, teacher. Just let me go and I'll quietly return to another hell dimension. Please, teacher, just this once.]
The flea fly was Beelzebub? Sounded like it was trapped in my body... What the hell was going on?
[I was just visiting Belphegor's hell for some fun. Please forgive me.]
The thing started pleading its case to me.
[I don't know. I don't know what a quantum trap is.]
[Ah... teacher...]
It finally quieted down a bit. I quickly pieced together the recent fiasco. Beelzebub had tried to hijack my body by entering through my nose but got caught in the quantum trap inside a demon hunter's body.
[Can't a demon king like you just break out of a quantum trap?]
[Teacher, please. If you let me go, I'll be so grateful. There's that bunny-like girl too...]
[What's a quantum trap? I need to know what it is to let you out.]
[Teacher, a quantum trap is a quantum superposition isolation space provided to demon hunters. It's for capturing demons and taking them to the Hell Dimension Management Bureau.]
From what it said, it seemed like a special demon hunter skill. Even isolated, having a demon king inside me felt seriously gross. But releasing it would be even riskier. I wasn't confident I could beat a demon king in a fight. What to do?
[Teacher, I didn't know you were a demon hunter, honest. Forgive me just this once.]
[Teacher, please let me live. I won't do bad things anymore, I'll live right.]
[Teach. Let me live. I'll be good, really. I'll even go to church.]
[Teacher, I used to be king of T-7 Hell, you know.]
[Teacher.]
[Teacher?]
That's when it happened. A status window popped up in front of my eyes.
Minimize interference from the target captured in the Quantum Trap for 24 hours? (Y/N)
I hit Y right away. Finally, silence.
No matter how much it's a quantum superposition isolation space, having a demon king trapped inside me still gave me the creeps.
A sudden thought hit me. How did my body become a demon hunter's? My dick got bigger, the pancreatic cancer and diabetes vanished. My libido was off the charts. With this much sex, my balls should've shriveled up by now. There had to be some quantum space somewhere in my body storing my semen indefinitely. That explained the unlimited loads.
Am I stuck with Beelzebub imprisoned in me forever...?
For now, I'd shut it up for 24 hours. Later, I'd interrogate it seriously for info.
Hmm... what about her?
The ass-skirt delinquent had her head hung low since earlier.
What was the deal with the 8th-floor delinquent ass-skirt? Why was Beelzebub inside her body?
That's when it happened. The ass-skirt looked up. Terror filled her eyes. Her pupils shook as she glanced around frantically. She started trembling like she had malaria.
What the... she's pissing herself!!
"A... ajusshi. Please kill me... I'm scared. I sold drugs and killed people, but I never thought I'd suffer like this. Please, just kill me."
The ass-skirt clearly conveyed her plea in a Busan accent. I stared at her in shock.
"What...? You can talk?"
"Please kill me... ajusshi... please."
Tears streaming, she begged, then knelt under my chair, prostrating herself and sobbing. Her ass-skirt skirt flipped up with the motion, exposing her bare round ass.
The sobbing ass-skirt looked up at me, snot and tears pouring out. Her hands clutched my legs.
"Hwahhh... I did wrong... ajusshi. I did wrong, so... please kill me. Yeah?"
I pondered if she meant it literally or in the 18+ sense, and got hard.
Spotting my erection tenting my shorts, the ass-skirt grabbed my dick through the fabric, tears still flowing.
"I... I'll suck it for you... if I suck it, will you kill me? Please. You won't believe it, but I'm a virgin... if you want, I'll give you my virgin pussy too, so please!"
I grabbed her hands as she frantically tried to yank down my shorts. Like my dick was her last hope.
"What the hell? Kill you? Make you disappear? What?"
"No no! Really kill me. I did wrong. I wasn't trying to kill that bitch Kim Mina, but... I killed someone, but I didn't know I'd suffer like this. Hwahhh."
The ass-skirt suddenly confessed to murder. Clutching my dick, twisting her body, she begged me. What the fuck did she want from me?
She was a total delinquent, but hearing a young-looking girl talk casually about drugs and murder was a shock. Even if Korea had become a drug republic... had the world turned into such hell?
"Ajusshi... ajusshi! Please... just. Kill me!!"
Her face was grotesque, a mix of resignation, resentment, and terror.
That's when it happened. Hamster took a huge breath and shrieked,
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
She screamed right at the ass-skirt. Chaos everywhere. Hamster screaming, ass-skirt sobbing and begging... and a self-proclaimed Beelzebub flea fly inside me.
"What's your deal?"
While the ass-skirt begged, I'd been watching Hamster too. She glared at the ass-skirt with fury.
The typical reaction of shells spotting a human survivor. Now she was vocalizing it aggressively to alert others.
She was fine when I spoke, but maybe didn't like the ass-skirt grabbing my dick?
With Hamster still screaming, how to shut her up? She'd wail till dawn. I covered her mouth, but she kept going.
That's when—
Clang!!
Something slammed hard against the outside shutter. It was 2 AM.
Clang! Rattle— a bright red hand pushed under the shutter.
"What the hell is that."
I swallowed hard at the unidentified red hand. The blood-smeared grotesque hand slowly lifted the shutter. Not the tit-pussy monster. That one didn't have proper hands like that.
It came for Hamster's screams. Another monster.
A hell monster that could appear anywhere there was fog.
"Kekekekekekekekeke."
A horrific sound pierced my ears. Shit. I scanned for weapons: cutter knife, screwdriver, scissors. I grabbed the longest flathead screwdriver as a weapon.
Once the shutter was fully up, a massive red-handed muscle monster appeared before me. Its biceps and triceps grotesquely swollen, headless freak. Headless... the name popped into my head.
A headless inverted-triangle muscle mass. I'd never imagined something like this in the fog.
The monster loomed outside the glass door. Its muscles twitched horrifically. Thick veins mixing blue and red bulged, overdeveloped pecs forming an inverted triangle torso. No head—instead, a small hole in its chest breathed, exhaling gusts.
"Whoa. What a jacked freak. Fuck."
"Kekekekeke."
The creepy sound came from there too. Hamster stopped screaming, face shocked—she hadn't expected this monster either. The ass-skirt shuddered and backed away.
The headless monster seemed to stare at me. Boiling hostility toward me. Why??
I could lift 100kg one-handed now, punch through walls... but close-quarters with that muscle freak? Worth thinking twice. I could handle the bear plushie, but getting grabbed by that gorilla-sized hand would fold me in half.
"Hoo..."
But I had powerful fireballs. Problem: indoors. Hamster and ass-skirt could burn. Had to go outside. Outside, I'd have the edge.
"Hey, big boy. Move from the door. I'm coming out."
The headless giant shifted slowly. The creepy laugh from its breathing hole grew louder. The monster cracked open the convenience store glass door. Fog rolled in with cold wind, like it planned to fill the store then kill me.
Monsters could only move in fog, it seemed. What if I trapped one outside fog? Test later. After surviving this.
"What?"
As fog crept in, the 8th-floor ass-skirt lit up with joy.
"Ah... maybe this is better."
Muttering to herself, she charged the monster? Thrashing to get herself killed.
"Hey! You crazy bitch! No!"
The inverted-triangle headless smashed her with a fist.
Thwack!!
She flew back spewing blood, crumpling against a shelf.
"Fuck."
Soul Harvest Activated
Target: Choi Seo-ah / T-16 Choi Seo-ah's Soul / Human Soul
Soul Harvest: Demon Hunter exclusive skill. Harvest souls from targets below 10% HP.
"Fuck. Soul harvest... I'm not the grim reaper."
Chills ran down my spine. That's how I learned the 8th-floor delinquent's name: Choi Seo-ah?
Choi Seo-ah was dying from the Headless's attack. Begged to die and now she was?
Even more shocking: Limp Choi Seo-ah suddenly ripped her mouth open wide. A translucent human shape burst out like a ghost.
What... is that her soul?
The translucent soul looked just like ass-skirt Choi Seo-ah. It floated out her gaping mouth with a happy expression and flew off somewhere. Looked content, getting her wish.
More shocking still: With the soul gone, Choi Seo-ah's body deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving just the husk collapsed on the floor.
Fuck...
Perfectly matched the dream teacher's skinned remains. The demon had worn that skin...
Chills. The empty shell of ass-skirt Choi Seo-ah. Literally a deflated skin doll sprawled on the floor. Horror story-level visuals.
"Kekekekeke."
As fog seeped into the store, the inverted-triangle muscle monster laughed. Mocking again... Fog rose to chest height inside.
I formed a fireball in my right hand. Baseball-sized, it grew to basketball proportions. In my left, high-proof rum.
I'd observed how it moved when attacking Choi Seo-ah. That gave me confidence in winning.
"Hey, meathead. You're my first hunt today."