Return 1: An Angel, Huh.
An angel, huh. It had those disgusting chicken-feet legs and razor-sharp claws. Like if someone took a harpy from a fantasy anime and twisted it into something even more grotesque. But now it had evaporated without a trace. Probably got offed by some divine entity for saying shit it shouldn't have to me.
So I replayed its words in my head. "It definitely said I have Van Helsing's hellfire... Lucifer's power."
I swallowed hard. I hadn't uttered those words out loud. The moment it revealed I possessed Lucifer's power, its existence got erased. Fuck. What the hell was going on here? Looked like anything tied to Lucifer couldn't pass my lips.
"A monster like that was an angel? My whole sense of reality's fucked."
Too bad the Soul Harvest failed. First time I'd realized there was even a failure chance. The succubus had been outside my expectations too.
The angel's words echoed in my skull. They were a hint hiding some crucial secret.
What did it mean that I'm using Lucifer's power? It said my fire ability was Van Helsing's...
Memories flooded back of me desperately searching for my dad. What if he was Van Helsing, the demon hunter? I'd inherited the demon hunter gig from him.
If I could talk to Beelzebub, I'd get a ton of intel. Thirteen hours until I could chat again...
"What the fuck kind of world is this?"
I picked up Choi Seo-ah's skin from the floor. Thick, meaty hide. Her springy tits jiggled in my grip.
"Do people in this world just leave behind empty skins when they die? Like some tiger pelt?"
The skin weighed about 20kg. The face shape was perfectly preserved—grotesque as hell. I could feel the soft nasal cartilage, the squishy, moist lips and tongue. Semen I'd pumped into her pussy bubbled out with a wet blurp. No bloodstains inside the skin at all; it felt just like a piece of clothing. Like slipping into a human suit.
I couldn't help kneading those tits.
"Is this how people die here? Does death even exist?"
I thought of the guy murdered by demons on the subway. The one lynched until he was a bloody mess. Did he end up as an empty shell too? No clue. Choi Seo-ah was the first death I'd witnessed up close.
She'd truly wanted death. Begged me to kill her... And surprisingly, her salvation was in dying. As Sponge Bob beat her to death, her soul got sucked into the fog. Leaving just the skin.
Maybe that's how death works here. Then the angel wearing Choi Seo-ah's flipped skin showed up... And she came back to life. Fucked, felt pleasure, used her brain, heart pounding. Sure, it was the angel inside the skin—but still.
This world's definition of life and death didn't match mine. Choi Seo-ah achieves immortality as a skin suit, swapped out with different occupants...
"Fuck, I don't get this world at all. If this is hell... yeah, it fits."
What if Nangryun ended up here with me? He'd love the shit out of it. That neuroscience-obsessed pervert freak O Nangryun. Pfft. Thinking of him was natural. If we were here together, it'd be a blast. There seem to be other survivors, but everyone's pretending to be demons to survive.
Suddenly wanted to grab drinks with the Owner House or Rock Hard folks.
"This sucks."
Humans exist as shells, worn like clothes by demons.
Soul Summon - O Su-jeong
"Master~♥"
The black shadow soul O Su-jeong appeared.
"Try on that shell."
"Oh~ Are you gifting me a body? I'm so happy, Master~♥"
O Su-jeong started slipping into Choi Seo-ah's body on the floor. Looked like a VFX makeup scene. She pulled on the skin, and in under a minute, a perfect Choi Seo-ah stood before me.
"As expected... my predictions are spot on."
She just stood there blankly, needing synchronization. Same limitations as using a human brain. Had to link the hippocampus and cerebellum. Synaptic plasticity, neural rewiring—like brain-machine interface training. Leave her be, and she'd live as Choi Seo-ah. Sync complete, she'd start a second life with her memories.
That's when my smartphone buzzed. Motion detected on the gate camera I'd set up. Alerts on movement.
"What? Someone's there?"
Time: 2:30 AM. Could be a monster from the gate—or not. I linked my phone to the TV for a big screen.
A figure paced in front of the blue gate.
"Looks human?"
She had a huge backpack, plus two big bags. Tall, curvy—definitely a woman. Necklaces dripping with jewels. Those bags? I knew what they were.
"Money bags."
Or valuables. I swallowed, watching her.
"...!"
I yelled at her face on camera.
"Fuck! Manager U Mi-young???"
The one who'd watched me fuck Gu Mirae in the break room.
"No way... Manager U Mi-young's a survivor?"
She strode into the gate like she'd done it a dozen times. The blue gate swallowed her, rippled, then stilled.
"She took money and went through? Ironclad U Mi-young?"
I had to hit the gate before the fog cleared. Dressed quick.
Soul Harvest - O Su-jeong
O Su-jeong was needed. She'd take time adapting to Choi Seo-ah's body—couldn't leave her. The skin pooled to the floor.
"That gate's probably linked to my world. High chance."
The U Mi-young I knew wouldn't lose a dime. Every move calculated.
So.
"At least the gate she passed through is safe."
I grabbed cash and valuables like her. Luxury watches and bags from the department store, all the cash. Stuffed Kuma and Pu's zippers—my infinite storage.
"My subspace pockets. Ziplocks."
Kuma and Pu were soul-returned to the mark on my wrist. No weight.
I stood before the gate. Blue energy swirled, sucking me in. If U Mi-young took valuables through, it had to be safe. Plus I had Kuma, Pu, Sponge Bob, succubus shitbird... and O Su-jeong.
"Let's go. Fuck."
I was on some building's rooftop, cool breeze washing over me. Stars twinkled in the night sky. Checked oxygen saturation—yelled in joy.
"Fuck yeah, I'm back!!!"
The gate dumped me in an 8th-floor parking garage, tented off like a construction site. U Mi-young's handiwork, hiding it for solo use.
Climbed to the roof to confirm. Realized I'd returned. My world. Night air told me—sensitive to oxygen levels. Streets lit, people bustling, car horns blaring.
"Yeah! Fuck! This is it!!"
Wind in my face, couldn't contain the joy.
Soul Summon - Sponge Bob
Sponge Bob summoned, his pitch-black inverted-triangle muscles writhing disgustingly. Solid tank—but parading him here? News fodder.
Soul Return - Sponge Bob
Back to a dot on my left wrist. Headed home—spotless, as I'd left it. Phone: same date, time as the other dimension. July 31 (Tue) 2:40 AM.
"Right, call."
Dialed Nangryun. Signal worked now. That insomniac fucker'd be up.
Ring ring ring. Ring ring ring. Click.
"Hello? Woojin? Woojin-ah, you're awake?"
Nangryun's mom picked up instead. Dread hit.
"Uh? Nangryun's mom? Hi."
"Aigoo... Woojin's awake, but what about my Nangryun... Aigoo..."
"What happened to Nangryun?"
"He's in a coma like you. Some mystery disease... Aigoo."
"Nangryun's got the mystery bug?"
"Woojin-ah, when'd you wake up? Maybe Nangryun too?"
It clicked. My body here was comatose.
"...Nangryun'll wake soon. Don't lose hope, Mom."
Had to hang up.
"What... am I? There's a comatose me here?"
Sat, sorted thoughts. Dick bigger, cancer gone. But soul and memories were mine from there.
"My body's still here... soul just moved?"
Most logical. Sighed long, stared in mirror—then.
"Fuck."
23:42:30
Time until... sex?
"Another countdown??"
Countdown meant fuck or else.
Soul Summon - O Su-jeong
"Master~♥"
"Spread 'em."
"Oh! Yay! Master! A. re. you. go. ing. to. use. my. holes? Guess. right? Hnng?♥"
Grabbed O Su-jeong's hair, pressed her to my dick tip.
Her lips looked insubstantial, but the sensation was hyper-real. Warmer, softer than any human. Like dipping into liquid.
"Ugh... how is this..."
Her mouth engulfed my cock. Shock pleasure jolted me. Beyond warmth—like tiny currents firing every nerve ending.
"Master, how's my mouth? Different from other girls, right?"
Couldn't answer. Pleasure too intense. Her tongue wrapped, swirled—longer, more flexible than human. Coiled like a living thing.
"Haa... so good..."
Her hand stroked my balls, a finger circling my asshole. Then slowly pushing in.
"Ngh!"
Hips bucked involuntarily. Her finger softer, bendier—shape-shifting. Hit my prostate dead-on inside.
"Ah... fuck... how..."
"Hehe, I know Master's body well. My purpose is your pleasure~♥"
Mouth and finger assault—lost my mind. Beyond human women. Overwhelming ecstasy.
Suddenly she pulled off, climbed me. Her form sharpened—face clearer.
"Master, put it in my pussy now."
Thighs and crotch formed. A distinct pussy silhouette, shifting black but recognizable.
She mounted, took me in slow. Gasped. Inside: impossibly warm, like 104°F water. But alive—walls contracting, relaxing, hugging tight.
"Ugh... what is this..."
"Master, how's my inside?"
Indescribable. Writhing like a creature. Folds and ridges shifting, stimulating every inch.
"Insane... new sensation."
She rocked her hips, speeding up. Each thrust sent electric bliss up my spine.
"Good... O Su-jeong. You."
Her insides evolved—tighter grip, wilder stimulation.
"Master, harder... deeper~ Hng~♥ Fill me up. Complete my existence!"
Her plea broke me. Climax crashed.
"Ughhh!"
Semen erupted—her body glowed fierce. Faint blue flickered inside, no longer pure black.
"Aaaah! Master! Your cum... so hot! Inside me... inside..."
She convulsed like in orgasm. But could a shadow soul cum? Possible?
After creampie-ing her womb, I checked the number over my head.