Neuroscientist's Hell 1
"The son of the demon hunter Van Helsing joined hands with Beelzebub?"
Baal's voice scraped through the darkness, shattering the silence.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I saw the Headless get taken out with my own eyes. The way he wielded that Holy Fire ability—it was a dead ringer for Van Helsing."
The rolling severed head, the Crawling Head, bobbed toward Baal.
Baal leaned forward, intrigued by the idea of a demon hunter teaming up with a demon king.
"And on top of that, Demon King Beelzebub is best friends with Demon King Belphegor."
"That title of 'demon king' is unbecoming for those filthy demons."
The Crawling Head turned its face to the ground, begging for mercy. The sight of a lone severed head moving on its own was grotesque.
"Your Majesty... forgive me. I misspoke by elevating those filthy demons. Please, have mercy."
Baal gazed down at the Crawling Head, stroking his chin.
"If a human soul from T-16 made it all the way here to find me, it must want something."
Baal found the Crawling Head fascinating. A human soul possessing a low-tier demon's body was astonishing—it spoke to immense mental fortitude, the makings of an apostle.
"I barely escaped Belphegor's fog and slipped into this body. Once I have flesh, I'll offer my soul to you, Lord Baal. Please take this wretched one under your wing."
Baal chuckled darkly, his sharp fangs glinting softly.
"A grudge against Beelzebub, eh... Heh. Humans are always so motivated by revenge. But do you really think I'd bother with some filthy demon and the son of Van Helsing?"
At Baal's curt words, the Crawling Head slammed its face into the ground again.
"I know it well, Your Majesty. I believe you'll become the unifying lord over all these hell dimensions. But... pesky bugs should be handled by bugs. Give me a chance, and I'll prove my loyalty..."
"You've got honey on your tongue. Fine. I acknowledge the audacity it took to seek me out, so I'll test you. Prove your worth yourself."
"Thank you for the opportunity."
Baal tossed six black, rough-looking fruits onto the floor.
"These are Awakening Fruits that can awaken humans. I've already distributed six to each of my subordinates, scattering 108 per nation."
"Yes."
"I'll lend you one of the bodies here for now. Produce at least one S-rank or higher Awakened with those six fruits, and the body is yours."
"Thank you."
"Soon, an organization called the Awakened Association will launch. If your chosen one measures S-rank or above, you succeed. Fail, and you'll return to T-16's fog, never to possess flesh again."
The Crawling Head trembled.
"I'll do my utmost. If I need to report back on other matters, how should I—?"
"You think you can just waltz in whenever you want to see me?"
"Eek!!"
The Crawling Head was flung out of Baal's domain like a bullet.
The Crawling Head blinked. A familiar ceiling stared back.
She extended an arm—a pale, slender one moved in response.
"I... I'm back!"
The Crawling Head caressed her breasts and crotch, smirking. Baal had granted her wish.
She sat up and scanned the room. Her apartment. Life as a Crawling Head in T-16 had paid off.
"Back in my body! Knew adventuring was the right call."
In her hand: six fruits, soft and date-sized. Baal's Awakening Fruits.
She smacked her lips, linking memories from her T-12 body.
[T-16, July 29th, Sunday Morning]
O Nangryun was floored. He opened his eyes in bed to find his ex-wife from last year lying beside him. The one who'd tried to kill him but failed, leading to divorce and them becoming strangers.
"What the hell? You seein' this?"
She blinked sleepily, eyes widening. Topless, she propped herself up without a shred of shame.
"What the fuck? Why're you naked and bitchin'? Forgot how you tried to poison me with curry?"
Her mouth gaped wide at him, eyes bulging, brows furrowing into an inverted V, nose wrinkling. Frozen like time had stopped, glaring daggers.
"Snap out of it. You seein' this?"
O Nangryun patted her cheek—tap tap—but no reaction. Stuck in rage mode.
He exhaled right in her face. "Your favorite: bad breath attack."
She'd always flipped out over that—"Bad breath!!"—but now? Just frozen fury.
"You're really fucked. Keep that trap open then."
He got out of bed. The furniture and layout were totally different. And the red sky outside? Wild.
"This is nuts."
His wife kept turning her head to follow him, then stood—buck naked, no shame. Glaring warily, she finally unleashed:
"KyaAAAAAHHH!!"
"Shut your trap! Wanna drag this to court again? Fuck off."
"KyaAAAAAHHH~~~~"
Endless screams. More screams.
O Nangryun sat on the bed edge, chuckling dryly at his shrieking wife.
"You crazy bitch. Lost it? Screamin' naked—who's gonna come? Forgot this countryside house has no neighbors?"
State-of-the-art setup, over 2 billion won sunk into this Paju hideaway with vast gardens and nature.
Scream or not, he left the bedroom for the living room.
"Weird... I shipped all your crap to Jeju after the divorce..."
Her stuff was all here, untouched.
Wife still screaming in the bedroom.
"Too damn loud!"
Door shut, screams persisted. Nonstop—scary she'd choke.
"Hey! Shut it before I kill ya!"
Door open: still screaming. Face locked in grotesque snarl, mouth agape.
She'd scream past him without reacting otherwise.
"You really broken?"
O Nangryun twirled a finger at his temple, approaching. Her eyes: vacant. Body alive, mind elsewhere.
"Can't see me?"
Waved hand in front of her pupils—no constriction.
Now he got it. "What the... fuck."
Suppressing a chill, he grabbed her tits with both hands. Soft flesh overflowed his fingers.
Normally: "Let go, you bastard!" But nada.
Squeezed harder—silicone would've burst.
"What? No pain? Where you busted?"
Smacked her head—thwack!
"Mommy? Totally broken."
She'd hit back twice as hard. O Nangryun panicked.
Wife stood silent now? No—still screaming, unmoving.
"Perfect."
Spread her legs slightly—pose held.
"Stay put?"
Fondled her clit. Pussy got wet. Finger in: squelch, warm walls gripped.
"Let's see how much you take."
Led her to bed, bent her over—pose locked. Ass up, face in sheets, screaming.
His gaze fixed on pink labia and wrinkled asshole between spread cheeks.
Pants down slow. Rock-hard cock sprang free.
"Keep screamin'."
Rub rub. Cock against her slit—gliding slick.
"Huh?"
Tip teasing outer lips.
"For real?"
"KyaAAAAAHHHH—"
She didn't get it. Pushed in slow: squelch, balls-deep smooth.
"Haa... fuck... pussy's so tight."
O Nangryun groaned. Her walls pulsed, squeezing.
Started thrusting slow. She screamed on, but body honest.
Each pump: walls wriggled, pulling deeper.
"Haa... haa..."
Faster. Slap slap—thighs smacking ass. Cheeks jiggled, juices soaked their join.
"Ugh... fuck... insane. You bitch? Totally lost it?"
Gripped ass hard—fingers dug in. Faster, harder.
Her walls clenched tight.
"Haa... fuck... should stop screamin' by now."
Mid-thrust, slammed deep final time. Cock throbbed, spurting cum at her womb.
Hot load filling her—she still screamed.
Post-nut, pulled out: squelch, white cum leaked from pussy, dripping down thighs to sheets.
"What the hell..."
O Nangryun checked her phone. Photos, texts, KakaoTalk—scanned all.
Sofa in living room, long sigh.
"Different world."
Chats between him and his wife. No way they'd been that lovey-dovey.
"Worldline where we didn't divorce and lived happy?"
Her love bled through. No life insurance, not the killer wife.
"Nuts. Pussy's identical too..."
Tried calling numbers saved on both phones—no connections.
"Fun. Fuckin' hell."
Slapped her ass—handprint lingered. She just screamed, no fight.
"Eh, whatever. Starved awhile. Perfect. Bark like a dog or whatever."
Shoved panties in her mouth to muffle. Fucked on.
All day. Every hole, creampies in pussy and ass, raped and raped again.
Midway, ramen break, then back to pounding.
Fell asleep beside her.
"Fuck. Night already? Heh. Fucked all day. Lemme see... twelve hours straight."
Stomach growled again. Wife still muffled-screaming.
"You still goin'? Impressive."
Panties soaked with her drool. O Nangryun scratched his crotch, headed to bathroom.
Fluorescent flickered weakly—power issue? Unsteady glow.
Only 8 PM, but isolated Paju—no neighbor lights.
Pssshhh. Pissing, felt watched from window. Turned—nothing.
Gurgle... gurgle... Odd noise from floor.
Thought pipes at first. Kept going.
Scrape... scrape.
"Not just pipes?"
Something moving in the pipes.
"What?"
Finishing up, zipping—then:
Grrrrrrgle. Gurgle. Glug.
Bubbling from sink drain below.
"What... no hair cleaning?"
Clump of wife's hair in drain—or backing up? Still twitching.
"Clean it, damn. Can't even do that?"
Chill hit, but played it cool, approached drain slow.