Body Laundering
"The item name is Breather?"
"Yes. It's called Breather."
It was a childish name. An item created by Asmodeus, the demon king of T-28 Hell. Named that way because it let you breathe anywhere. Apparently essential for surviving the sulfur fire hell dimension.
"……"
When I equipped it on my face, it didn't taste bad at all and wasn't stuffy in the slightest.
"Oh. It suits you perfectly!"
Shan rubbed his huge SpongeBob hands together obsequiously. He'd spent so much time among humans that he had some real survival skills.
"Breathing's easy. No smell either…"
"Yes. It has a filter function that blocks poison and toxic gases."
"During that fight earlier, was I the only one who smelled it?"
"…Yes."
"If it was that bastard Nangryun, he'd be thrilled and call it a reward. Fuck."
It was perfect for covering my face. Handy for operating in T-12. It could even modulate my voice, making it multi-purpose. And since it was an item, I could summon it anytime.
"Pretty convenient."
By the way, Manager U Mi-young wasn't dead, right? No need to reveal my identity. Wearing the white mask, I scaled down the building wall and headed to the living room.
"Hmm…"
Manager U Mi-young was still passed out. And clinging to her breast, a baby.
"Whoa. This little shit really is a demon. Sucking away without a clue if his mom's dead or not."
"Oh my, Master. ♥ This woman's gorgeous, isn't she? The baby's mom is this pretty?"
"O Su-jeong. No, Ji-won-yeong. Stop wandering around buck naked and find some clothes to wear. Grab something I can put on too."
"Yessir~♥"
A nude freak in a mask. That was me right now. My clothes had burned off completely under the flame shield.
The baby glared at me with a Joker Smile. A little creepy for a newborn not even a year old.
"What're you staring at?"
The baby averted its eyes. Definitely a demon inside. It buried its head again and started suckling.
"Tasty?"
The greedy little thing stretched out a hand and squeezed the other breast. It felt like the demon brat was taunting me: You can't have any.
Thanks to that, a drop of breast milk beaded on Manager U Mi-young's nipple. Suddenly, my throat went dry.
Sucking on a pretty woman's tits was instinct. Behavioral imprinting from infancy with mother's milk. And breast milk is rich in tryptophan, which boosts serotonin. Serotonin, the classic happy hormone. So milk has an imprinted effect that evokes happiness. That's why Roman elites had beautiful milkmaid servants standing by at meals. I'd fantasized about what idols' milk would taste like while watching them dance. Thinking about sucking tits makes your dick hard—guess there's a separate brain down there.
Suddenly, I wondered what I looked like in the mask. Checking the mirror by the front door—
"What the?"
A miracle happened I hadn't expected. The countdown number above my head had jumped way up.
"It should've been around 1 hour 10 minutes left."
The countdown over my head had increased by 2,000 hours.
"This easily?"
Thinking about it, it made sense. I'd killed Shan, a high-tier demon. I'd extended the countdown before by killing demons in Owner House too. Hunting demons extended your stay in the dimension.
"2,000 hours—that's 83 days I can stay."
No more racing against time. Now I could plan leisurely.
That was when it happened. Manager U Mi-young's eyebrows twitched. Her eyes slowly opened. They focused on my erect dick. Right as she lifted her upper body, her mouth was inches from my throbbing cock.
"Ughhh…"
Startled, she flopped backward. She stared at me in terror. Her heels scraped the floor as she scrambled back.
Yeah. I get it. Fuck. A perverted creep in a white mask standing there with a hard-on.
She couldn't even scream properly.
"Hiiik…"
After retreating as far as she could, panting, she realized she'd left her baby behind.
"No!!"
She lunged toward her baby. Ending up prostrated before me. Her skirt flipped up, ass fully exposed, but she cradled her child.
Then, Ji-won-yeong's soft voice cut the awkward air.
"Oh my. She's awake. Master, wear this!"
I threw on what looked like Department Head Choi Dong-jin's tracksuit.
Manager U Mi-young's eyes widened as she warily eyed me and Ji-won-yeong.
"You know that baby's a demon. Why'd you bring it here?"
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."
She still thought I was one of Baal's underlings. Made sense—she'd blacked out from a gut punch, so she figured I'd hit her.
"I won't stop you if you wanna raise it…"
"Pardon?"
Manager U Mi-young looked up at me. Couldn't tell if her actions came from inexperience raising kids. Felt like a movie where someone loses their child and kidnaps one from another dimension to raise.
"Please don't hurt my baby. If you need my body, I'll offer it."
I had no intention of revealing myself, but I hated being mistaken for Baal's minion even more.
"I'm not one of Baal's. I killed the guy who came to kill you."
"Pardon?"
Her tear-streaked, messy face looked up at me.
"But… you're one of Belphegor's, right?"
"Huh???"
"Don't play dumb, fuck. You brought that baby from T-16 too. I know everything."
"Th-that's…"
Manager U Mi-young was on the verge of tears.
"If you made it here without Belphegor knowing, that place ain't fit for raising a kid. Right?"
She prostrated at my feet, clutching my pant leg.
"Please. If Belphegor finds out, it'll be disastrous."
"If Baal finds out, it'll be worse. You're fucked either way."
Manager U Mi-young sobbed, hugging her baby.
Women's tears can be weapons sometimes, but hers were genuine.
"How much stay time you got left here?"
"Pardon? Stay time? I don't have any like that. But if Belphegor calls, I have to go back."
"Ah…"
Her stay method was different from mine. She'd crossed over planning to settle here permanently. She'd brought all her assets, so that fit.
"Lugging bags of cash, planning to live here? What about your original body in the hospital?"
"H-how do you…"
"Looks like I'm gonna be your savior…"
I squatted in front of her. Her wide, fear-filled eyes looked ready to spill over.
"U Mi-young. I'm thirsty. Let me have a suckle and we'll talk."
"Pardon?"
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U Mi-young's milk was nutty and delicious. She clearly hated me sucking it—goosebumps erupted all over her. Whatever. She was too scared to move.
I gulped it down greedily.
"Good stuff."
Her face flushed red with shame, eyes squeezed shut. Manager U Mi-young, who'd worked with me at the company. Her soul had crossed to T-16, becoming Belphegor's minion.
"U Mi-young, from now on you live here and follow my orders. This is an offer you can't refuse."
Her eyes went wide—pretty cute. One of the company's top three beauties. That intellectual allure was undeniable.
I decided to use her.
"Baal gets energy from dopamine to grow stronger. You know that, right?"
"Yes."
"Baal's spreading drugs for dopamine. If I take down the dealers, I can curb his power."
She was smart. She got it and nodded slowly.
"You're planning to eradicate the drug organizations."
"Right. Can't serve me as Belphegor's minion, but weakening Baal helps Belphegor in the end."
Not wrong, so her ears perked up.
"Tell Belphegor you're gonna smash the drugs, and you might get official dispatch here. Raise your kid too. Sound good?"
Huge temptation. And highly plausible.
"I'm listening."
"What were you gonna do with your body in the hospital?"
"Tonight, I arranged for corpse incineration."
"Gonna kill it?"
"It's just… a soulless shell. Forcing it to live."
"Body laundering… Heh. Fun."
Not money laundering—body laundering.
"May I ask who you are?"
"No need to know. Just someone who hates Baal and this drug-riddled country."
"Ah… I see."
"One more thing…"
I pointed at the flea flies buzzing around.
"I'm actually buddies with Beelzebub. You know, Belphegor's bestie. Fly demon king."
"Ah!!"
A scream escaped U Mi-young. She knelt politely before me.
I'd set it up to make her think I was one of the demon kings. Finally, wariness vanished from her face.
"You're a demon king from another dimension. T-16 has tons of demon kings wandering around."
"I'm planning to wipe out all the human scum in this Korea sucking dopamine from drugs."
She nodded. A way to weaken Baal she hadn't considered.
"You know Ji-won-yeong? The one who 'suicided' during a drug probe."
"Ah! She's alive."
Now she recognized Ji-won-yeong.
"Nah, from another dimension. No one found Ji-won-yeong's body here, so we'll say she went into hiding and came back—with a body wash."
"Kyaa~ Master~♥ I'll work super hard! ♥"
O Su-jeong—no, Ji-won-yeong was thrilled. Got a body and could stay in T-12.
As Ji-won-yeong stomped excitedly, U Mi-young asked me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Investigate President Kim Myeon-hyeong. I'll send Japan branch and embezzlement docs. Find leverage to ruin him."
She looked shocked at Kim Myeon-hyeong's name.
"That fucker's tied to drugs. Be discreet."
"Yes…"
"And keep your mouth shut. You get it?"
"Yes. Understood."
"In return, I'll take your hospital body to T-16. Handle the rest."
"Thank you."
"Contact Ji-won-yeong from now on. Get along."
"Yes."
"Yessir~♥ Master~"
Leaving U Mi-young's place, I sorted my thoughts. Shan had killed my T-12 body. Per Shan, Baal didn't know I existed or who trashed Nam Seohee's hideout. Baal was a god-like figure with zero interest in human affairs. No reason to care here.
So no one but Shan knew about me. No one knew U Mi-young's secret either. Clean up my corpse and her body, done.
"Guess I need a body wash too."
RIP to T-12 Park Woojin, pathetically killed by Shan. To be honest… Seeing my vegetative hospital self brought relief. No clue what to say meeting another-dimension me. Risk of him stealing my revenge joy. No thanks to revenge NTR.
His death deepened that relief. And a crazier thought: If T-12 me got soul harvested? Would he make me his slave for easier revenge?
"Ji-won-yeong."
"Yes! Master~♥"
"How much memory gap between this world's Ji-won-yeong and her body's original?"
"Hmm… I never did drugs. Last memory's the movie Rational Thinking."
"So about 6 months difference with T-12 Ji-won-yeong. Push amnesia."
"Yes~"
"Drug probe's closed—no prosecution."
"Yup~♥ But Master, I wanna stay with you?"
"I'm heading to T-16. Gotta clean my corpse and grab U Mi-young's body."
"Ah…"
"Plus, gotta save a friend. My bestie."
"Then go!"
I worried about O Nangryun, whose soul crossed to T-16.
"Oh, and O Su-jeong."
"O Su-jeong? Ah, yup~ What is it, Master~♥"
"You were in a mannequin demon body in T-16 fog, right."
"Yes~ Right."
"How'd a human soul enter a demon body?"
"Hmm… Drifting in fog with other souls, craving a body. Then Death Mannequin appeared clearly. No soul in the demon body, so I slipped right in?"
"That easy?"
"It was empty. Demon or not."
"Hmm… Got it. You're doing body wash right too."
"Yes~♥"
"I'll hit the hospital then straight to the gate. Avoid Baal's minions. I'll assign Shan—no danger."
"Yes!!"
Needed to hide the gate too. U Mi-young tarped it, but better method required. I planned to buy that building. Gate for my use only. Bring T-16 cash for that. Transfer everything valuable.
But first, rescue O Nangryun.
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..
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4 AM. Hospital was quiet. Past dozing nurses, I moved carefully. Only ER lit; rest in darkness. Quick actions. Used Kuma and Pu's zipper storage. My T-12 corpse in Kuma, U Mi-young's body in Pu.
Soul returned, then to the gate. Maintained till 5 AM.
I threw myself back into T-16, the shell world's gate.
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That morning in T-12 Hell—no, the real world. Papers and news went nuts.