Double-Sided Jacket 2
Han Areum stared at the quest window floating in front of her, utterly dumbfounded. She was in the middle of cleaning at the Bentley showroom.
"A quest? What the fuck is this bullshit?"
A translucent status window hovered exactly one meter from her eyes. No matter how she turned her head, it followed her gaze.
"The whole world's gone to shit, and now this crap?"
A quest targeting survivors has been generated.
"?"
Her eyes locked onto the status window. The phrase "a quest targeting survivors" hit her like a blunt weapon to the head.
Han Areum read the quest details aloud in a murmur.
"Betray another survivor who trusts you and plunge them into despair. Corrupt a pitiful soul with terror? What the hell kind of nonsense is this?"
She mumbled the next part.
"The reward will be whatever you desire most?"
Han Areum glanced around. The manager hadn't come in today, so no one was watching.
"What do I want most? Why a status window all of a sudden? Am I inside a game now??"
She felt like she was losing her mind. Her peaceful life with her little sister Daum was crumbling again.
"Fuck… this sucks."
She spat on the floor and shot up from her seat. It was a quest designed to sow discord among survivors hiding among the monsters, pretending to be one of them.
She pulled up her favorite survivor forum. A new post had just gone up.
"As expected, AriHubby posted after seeing the quest, huh?"
AriHubby was practically the savior of the Han Areum and Daum sisters. They'd escaped danger thanks to his posts.
The new post from AriHubby was uploaded just 20 seconds ago.
"What? AriHubby's looking for someone? Guess he has a friend."
Han Areum started typing about the quest on the forum but suddenly stopped. Goosebumps erupted across her back.
"AriHubby must've seen the status window quest too… Why no mention of it, just searching for his friend?"
She swallowed hard. She recalled the quest details again.
Betray another survivor who trusts you and plunge them into despair.
Corrupt a pitiful soul with terror.
Reward: Whatever you desire most.
"No way… Is AriHubby planning to betray his friend and drive him to despair?"
It was entirely possible. The guy who always warned about dangers had changed his stance for a reason.
"Dangerous… so dangerous… Every man for himself. A world where you can't trust anyone."
Han Areum stopped herself from posting. Instinct told her it was time to focus purely on survival.
# # #
The retriever's soul had completely taken over Choi Seo-ah's actions. Choi Seo-ah shook her ass even more violently on the bed. Nothing human or intelligent remained—only pure animal instinct.
She wasn't tiring even after stealing my cum with her pussy.
"Hek hek hek."
Choi Seo-ah's pierced tongue licked my calf. The department head's only daughter, a drug dealer in the real world, was a retriever here in T-16. Her soft flesh felt exactly the same.
"Enough, Choi Seo-ah, come here."
I called her to the side of the bed and stroked her head. Her tailless ass wagged furiously.
"Hey… you're gonna throw your back out like that."
Her slim waist shook her ass hard. The fluids spraying out were definitely her arousal.
"You… in heat right now?"
Instead of answering, she lowered her body and raised her ass higher, poised to pounce like she was about to play.
"Kihihing~"
Choi Seo-ah licked my hand. The small piercing on her tongue tip sparkled. She crawled on all fours and rubbed her face against my crotch. Her hot breath seeped through my panties.
"Stop it. We've been at it all night."
I tried to push her away, but she licked around my groin even more fiercely. My lower body reacted to the wet tongue sensation. Sensing my cock hardening, she licked with more passion. Ecstasy lit up her face.
"Krrrhurr…"
She tugged my panties lightly with her teeth and shook her head like she was ripping them off.
"Okay, okay, Seo-ah. Wait!"
She instantly released her teeth and sat obediently at the word "wait." I stroked her head, and she panted, squirting arousal like a fountain. I pulled down my panties, and her eyes widened like a dog spotting its favorite treat. Her tongue lolled out, drool dripping.
"Urrrr…"
With an expectant low growl, she brought her face close to my cock. I felt her breath. Her pink lips parted, revealing her pointed tongue tip.
"Yeah… that's right. This is T-16 hell."
Choi Seo-ah's wet tongue grazed the tip of my glans. My body jolted like I'd been electrocuted. The contrast between her cold piercing and hot mouth was intense.
"Kruung, kruung~"
She growled happily, plunging her tongue deeper. She licked passionately like a retriever savoring its treat. Every brush of the piercing on sensitive spots sent shocks of pleasure.
That's when U Mi-young, the section chief, sat naturally beside me. She stuck out her tongue and started licking my nipple. I knew it was Poo's doing, but her appearance as U Mi-young made it impossible not to get hard.
I squeezed her breast like milking it, and milk spurted between my fingers. The scent of breast milk filled the room, releasing serotonin that relaxed my body and mind.
Choi Seo-ah's mouth was hot and wet. Bliss spread across her face as she sucked my cock relentlessly. In heat, she kept shaking her ass while blowing me.
"Urrrng."
Her intensifying movements pushed me to the edge. I grabbed her hair.
"Ung!"
She pulled off suddenly with a low whine. Had my grip on her hair hurt? But her face showed pleasure, not pain.
That was when U Mi-young seized the opening and impaled herself on my erect cock. In an instant, it plunged deep into her womb.
"Krrrrrrrng!"
Her toy that she'd sucked hard to erect had vanished. Choi Seo-ah glared furiously like a dog watching a cat snatch food and flee to the roof.
But at U Mi-young's low growl, she whimpered submissively. U Mi-young was a bear, after all.
Her insides were unbelievably hot and tight, like she'd been waiting for this forever.
"Huk…"
U Mi-young slowly started riding a rhythm. Her ass shook in sync with mine. Human, bear, and dog souls tangled on one bed in a bizarre threesome.
Anyway, I need to snag another Bear Warrior. My handy subspace ziplock's gone.
I studied U Mi-young's body thoroughly for a while. Weak points like the G-spot. Knowing them would make things easier in the real world later.
# #
Choi Seo-ah's asshole was like a textbook on pleasure. When hungry, I'd suck U Mi-young's tits. Lost in ecstasy, time flew, and it was the next day.
I sat up, sore, and looked at Choi Seo-ah and U Mi-young sprawled on either side. Fascinating that they existed separately in T-12. Twins, maybe?
"A real den of debauchery."
I'd come back here first to find O Nangryun, second to gather useful real-world intel.
I rang Nam Seohee's bell. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and opened the door.
T-12's Nam Seohee had vanished after the Gangnam mud festival, but T-16's still lived next door.
She flashed a Joker smile upon seeing me. She remembered me as the Bentley owner—and the guy she'd spread for. She welcomed me fiercely.
I slipped into her place. Layout identical to the party house. No drugs on tables or counters, though. Makes sense—she wasn't Baal's underling here.
More like Belphegor's.
How does Belphegor harvest energy?
Like Baal with dopamine, probably fear… cortisol.
The stress of demons stealing bodies must skyrocket it. The nightly fog with rampaging demons fits too.
"Hell's hell. Fuck."
I ransacked Nam Seohee's place, focusing on her bedroom. She got anxious as I searched her home. Her patterns glitched in the unnatural situation.
Yet she froze rigidly in front of a spot by the bed, like hiding something.
I shoved her aside and checked under the bed. Sure enough, a hidden safe.
Creak. I dented it with force, but it was tough. My strength had grown, but ripping metal was still too much. SpongeBob for heavy lifting.
SpongeBob's appearance froze Nam Seohee in terror. He was Baal's underling, enemy to local demons.
SpongeBob grunted and smashed the safe open.
"Knew I could count on you."
SpongeBob scratched his trapezius happily. I uncovered Nam Seohee's secrets.
"Physical government bonds… stocks, real estate deeds… Whoa, fuck, the Gangnam department store's yours?"
I was speechless at her wealth. Jewels and luxury watches were chump change.
And a ledger. Dates, names, amounts.
"Bribe ledger?"
Politicians, prosecutor general, police chief from T-12 listed too.
I was certain.
"Same clients."
T-12: drugs. T-16: bribes. Lists probably identical.
"Hold up."
My mind raced. All events so far—cloned humans, situations, memories—had a common thread.
"Original world's separate."
My conclusion. One original world cloned into hells. Demon kings customize for energy harvest.
"Be fun to debate this with O Nangryun."
My world had felt real. Turns out T-12 hell feeding Baal dopamine via pleasure, sex, drugs. Biggest shock.
"Real" life was a cloned hell.
T-16: cortisol from fear to Belphegor.
T-12: dopamine from pleasure to Baal.
My life negated. Brain in a vat. Simulated universe. Not so far-fetched.
My current body: T-16 shell. Like Choi Seo-ah's discarded skin husk. Infused with T-12 soul.
Original body with Kuma… fuck.
"Hoo…"
Look on bright side. Cancer-bound me revived. Chance from despair.
Hell's whatever. Hot, good for sex, easy living? Good enough.
Right?
Poo with T-12 body perfect as Kagamusha. Deploy shadow clones where needed, live as demon hunter.
Petty: revenge on Shin Serin and affair partners.
Grand: topple Baal as demon hunter, fulfill destiny.
Beelzebub trapped inside, fire-wielding demon king rival—super genius. That's me.
Shoulders puffed. Meanwhile, my horny cock. Staring at Nam Seohee's see-through nipples, her hidden moles.
"Demons taste best fucked. Time for demon hunter dick."
I slammed her terrified, quivering flesh onto the bed. SpongeBob's arrival had her petrified.
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Pocketed the ledger. Driving Bentley to work today. Past commute hour, roads empty.
Vroom—12-cylinder rumble. Gripped the heavy wheel.
Finding O Nangryun needs mobility. Check his traces. Forum replies good, but heading to Korea University where he worked.
T-16's red sky, bright sun pouring between buildings.
"Ah… red sky makes sense now."
Red environments spike cortisol, awaken fight-or-flight.
Everything optimized for cortisol.
"Wonder what Belphegor's like."
People shuffling slowly on sidewalks. Dutiful slaves sticking to routines.
World I can rule. Drive Bentley like royalty.
Deeper into city, more shells. Same expressions, gaits. No one deviated.
"After revenge, build my kingdom in T-16."
Shells remember only behavior forms. Sensitive to oxytocin? Easy control.
Loyal to power. Tested via Kim Myeon-hyeong, Jin Sun-mi.
"Defeat Belphegor, become this hell's demon king?"
Theory, but…
Near company, stopped at intersection light. Traffic rules flawless. No speeders, no weaving bikes.
"Huhu."
Rule-obeying shells—true paradise?
Then, frantic motion by light. Shells don't move like that.
Bob-cut pretty girl gripping pole, bent over.
Man behind her. Hand on her waist. She clutched the pole in ecstasy.
"What the fuck's that guy?"
He Joker-smiled, but…
Wait.
Fuck.
"…That bastard's a survivor."