Hunt 3
Silence fell after her reply. Kuuma and Puwoo withdrew. I approached the blonde, her body still trembling faintly. A body wrecked by that massive teddy bear pounding into her relentlessly. But what the hell? The torn clothes dissolved away like mist. She had her face buried down, ass thrust high into the air. Like a slut begging for a rear entry. Her pretty pink pussy on perfect symmetrical display.
When the fuck did she strike that pose? Going further, she started teasing her clit with her right hand, even spreading her folds open.
"Huh? What're you doing? Begging to get fucked? That wasn't what you wanted..."
Schlurp. Schlurp. Slurp. Squish squish squish. Her long fingers plunged wildly into that dainty slit. Pussy juices spraying everywhere in a furious masturbation frenzy! Apple hips raised high, breasts dangling heavy and taut under gravity's pull, flaunted like a show. As if to dizzy my eyes... ??
Looking at her face, her eyes were wide open but she was out cold. Some external force was puppeteering her unconscious body.
"Shit! It's a trap!"
I stomped hard and leaped back. Dozens of iron rod tentacles shot through the air like living serpents. They tore across the sky in competition, then merged into one in midair.
"Crazy! The tentacles are the real body?"
The writhing mass sharpened into a blade and chased me down. A sword flying without a wielder. Like some wuxia flying sword bullshit. I'd never imagined she wasn't the main body.
Whiiiiiish!!
"Block it!"
Puwoo and Kuuma hurled themselves at the incoming blade.
Stab!! It pierced Puwoo's body. Pierced Kuuma's too.
"Flame Shield!"
I cloaked myself in fire again, cranking up the heat. That tentacle fucker was weak to fire. Bracing for impact, I crossed my arms in front.
"!!"
As expected, the tentacle halted right before me. This bastard. Couldn't cross the flames after all. It U-turned without striking me, flying toward Kuuma and Puwoo instead.
Seeking a host, it unfurled like clothing, wrapping around Kuuma. She thrashed like she'd been doused in black paint. Soon it peeled off, then spread like a net toward Puwoo.
"It's hunting for a host!"
The black gelatinous freak engulfed Puwoo next. Like a doctor auscultating with a stethoscope, probing her body with its tendrils.
"That moron doesn't know Kuuma and Puwoo are souls."
Futile moves to claim a host. It clearly had no clue they were my soul summons.
"Dumb fuck."
Failed with Kuuma and Puwoo, the tentacles made their worst mistake: lunging at Sponge Bob. He was leagues beyond them. Arms spread wide—smack!!—he snatched the tendril like swatting a fly. Twisted it like wringing laundry.
"St... stop!!"
The black tentacles screamed in the blonde's voice. Speaking without vocal cords. Pure horror.
"Wait!! Just wait! Why can't you possess them?!"
Three tendrils writhed like lips, shrieking. A black tentacle mimicking a woman's voice—nightmarish.
"Why can't you take their bodies?!"
"So the tentacles are the real deal? Fucking disgusting. What the hell are you? Black clothes? Or that bitch's built-up grime turning into a goblin?"
"I surrender. Mercy. Let's stop fighting."
But Sponge Bob kept twisting, squeezing, slamming it into the concrete.
Riiip. Squeeeel. Thud. Boom boom boom.
"Kyaaak! Sp... spare me!"
Thud thud. Thump. Thump... Splurt splurt. Squish squish. Thump thump.
The black mass wasn't clothing. A grotesque lifeform like slimy seaweed. The tendrils convulsed in agony. Like a massive squid or octopus, but far more alien and twisted.
"Spa... spare me."
It cried out in her voice, but I just crossed my arms and watched. A minute later,
Soul Harvest Triggered
Target: Shan - T-28 Shagai Insect Soul / High-tier Demon Soul
Finally, the soul harvest alert. "Shan? High-tier demon?" Jackpot. A high-tier demon.
"Soul Harvest: Shan."
Blue light burst from the black tentacles, sucked into my palm. First high-tier since that succubus shit-fest. Sponge Bob was mid-tier, so this was a massive gain.
"Soul Summon: Shan."
A grotesque black creature materialized. Pigeon-sized body, insect with wings. Three tentacle mouths, ten tentacle legs. Hard shell on its back. Cicada-like translucent wings.
"Fucking gross. That your real form?"
I instinctively backed away. Nothing like any Earth critter. Pure otherworldly alien.
"Sorry for my ugliness, Master."
It spoke. All three mouths moving in sync, voice echoing weirdly.
"You talk?"
"I am a parasite that inhabits hosts and controls them."
Shan hovered, wings fluttering. Harvest note read: T-28 Shagai insect soul.
"From T-28 Hell?"
"Yes."
"Who's the king of T-28 Hell?"
"Asmodeus-sama. I was his subordinate, offered to Baal-sama as tribute, served him, and now serve you, Master."
Shan bowed low. Saliva dripped from its three mouths, sizzling the concrete on contact.
"Is T-28 sealed? Where's Asmodeus?"
"Yes, Master. T-28 Hell is sealed. Asmodeus-sama is wandering T-16 Hell."
Shan's wings vibrated, scattering blue powder that glowed and drifted down.
"Jejeop hid this from me."
T-16—the shell world—had Asmodeus too. This Shan was one Beelzebub knew. Explains Jejeop's cocky bullshit earlier. "What? Fuck. How about I help a bit? Shave off 5 years and blah blah... Look at this fucker Jejeop."
The more I thought, the madder I got.
"No trustworthy demons in this world, huh. Maybe digitize and melt the bastard."
Suddenly, the woman dying ass-up caught my eye. Not a shell-world human. Her skin wasn't sloughing off. She was the biggest victim here. Shat herself too.
"That woman from here?"
"No. A woman from T-28 I used as host."
"Oh? T-28 human? She gonna die like that?"
Pitiful, sprawled naked, legs splayed wide. No visible wounds, but major head trauma.
[7,352, 19,981, 2,821]
These numbers floated over bug-Shan's head. Chilling realization: her kill count or hosts controlled. Just a victim.
Host Count: [7,352 | 19,981 | 2,821]
"If Master wishes, I can heal her."
"You got healing? Do it."
Shan fluttered over, slapped onto her body, and reformed as clothing. The black suit spread, wrapping her wounds like living flesh, healing them.
About 30 seconds later, she rose slowly.
Body fully restored. The black suit clung like second skin. She approached, bowing deeply.
"I deeply offended you, Master."
Her voice transformed—polite, submissive. No more arrogance or madness. Eyes serene.
Chills at Shan's utility. Other souls stayed shadows; Shan could masquerade as human. Thinking of its past hosts' fates... spine-tingling. Stronger than Sponge Bob too.
"Shan, merge with Sponge Bob."
"Yes!"
Shan reverted to tentacles, flew to Sponge Bob. She stood blankly without it. As Shan enveloped him, muscles bulged, skin hardened. Black aura swirled.
My guess spot-on. Combat power surged not double—tenfold at least. His presence vibrated the air. One step cracked the rooftop. No demon could beat this fusion. Even Baal's apostles? Neutralizable.
"Not bad."
"Would Master like to wear me too?"
"Wear? Like clothes?"
"Yes."
Sponge Bob's voice—deep, resonant bass, via Shan.
"Nah. I'm a demon hunter. Fight in demon rags?"
Shan-in-Sponge-Bob scratched his trapezius. Anyway, the woman Shan hosted. Soul-less shell now, standing vacant. Eyes unfocused, mouth agape. Like T-16 shells.
A soulless doll. Healed, but alive?
Host Count: [0, 38, 0]
Soft, jiggly curves you could feel with your eyes. Even in battle: thick waist, long calves, wide hips. Built for sex.
"What about her? No soul?"
"Yes. A T-16-like shell."
"Possessable, huh."
Examining her closely post-heal. Face familiar. Wait...
"Isn't this... Jiwon Young?"
"Yes. Actress Jiwon Young. But T-28's version."
"Hm..."
T-28 Jiwon Young. My favorite actress. In reality, drug scandal, jumped into Han River before prosecution. Right before stardom. Pity. Body never found.
"Looks identical... but abs more defined."
Almond eyes haughty, perky nose, plump lips. I touched her face lightly. Soft, supple. Soulless doll standing.
"This body has great athleticism from my use."
Nodding at Shan's explanation. Calf muscles, 11-pack abs—idol-actress proof. Better than returning to Shan...
"Soul Summon: Oh Soo-jung."
"You called~ Master~♥"
Oh Soo-jung popped up chipper as fuck. Face shadowy like a black-suited agent.
"Oh Soo-jung. Possess that body. Make it yours. My personal fuckhole."
"Reaaally? ♥"
Her eyes sparkled. Gazed eagerly at Jiwon Young.
"Thank you! Master~♥"
She dashed forward, facing Jiwon Young. Slowly pressed lips to lips. Like lovers' kiss—soft, intimate.
Sluuuurp—
Oh Soo-jung's body sucked into Jiwon Young's mouth. Jiwon trembled, lashes fluttering. Focus returned to her eyes—now mischievous like Oh Soo-jung's.
"Master! Such a pretty body~♥ Not quite as good as mine~"
Sync time insanely short. T-28 brains different?
"What? You can move already?"
"Yup~ Fits me perfect! Never synced this fast~♥"
Oh Soo-jung's voice now Jiwon Young's sultry sweetness. She admired her new form, groping tits and waist. Face beaming satisfaction.
Turning Jiwon Young into my fucktoy. Not bad at all. Perfect body plus Oh Soo-jung's bubbly personality. Couldn't be better.
Then—the white mask that hid Jiwon Young's face. Plastic-like fabric twitched on the floor.
"Weird material."
I bent, picked up the full-face mask. Slimy rubber mask-pack feel.
"A-rank item made by Asmodeus-sama."
"Item?"
My head snapped toward Shan's calm explanation.