T-16 Quest 1

It was the first time I'd seen the guy. He was pounding away at some girl when he spotted my car, and his eyes went wide. Bentley isn't exactly your everyday ride on the road.

One corner of the guy's mouth curled up in a sleazy grin. I could feel the greed in his gaze. Jealousy and snake-like cunning oozed from him. He grabbed the girl's waist mid-thrust and froze, shuddering as he unloaded inside her. The girl probably had no experience—[0, 1, 0] marked above her head.

With a satisfied look, the guy pulled out. The girl straightened up like nothing had happened. Just moments ago she'd been panting; now she was primly staring at the traffic light on the opposite side.

"Survivors will turn into predators as time goes on."

Humans are adaptable animals by nature. Like how Africans have dark skin or Eskimos thick subcutaneous fat.

The guy hooked the girl's panties on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his index finger, twirling them around while glaring at my car. Gave me the chills. That fucker.

The light turned green, and as I started to go—

"Don't move, you fuck."

He jumped in front of my car, arms spread wide. I slammed the brakes on instinct.

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole?"

Normally, drivers stop and get out in this situation. Like in GTA when you want to jack a car. The tint was too dark for him to see me, but he started flashing a Joker Smile at the driver's seat anyway.

Like hell I'm getting out, fucker. Should I just run him over?

I'd come back to T-16 to find Nangryun. No time to babysit survivors in a crunch.

"Wait a sec..."

Maybe this guy knew something about Nangryun? Survivors might band together.

The guy circled my car, peering in, tilting his head. Probably weirded out I wasn't getting out. I unlocked the passenger door.

As soon as it clicked open, he scratched his chin and hopped right in. I hit the lock as the door slammed shut. His eyes widened in panic when he saw me staring him down. He forced a Joker Smile back at me, sweating bullets.

"Hey, why covet my car when you could just fuck on the street?"

"Eek!!"

He freaked, lunging for the door and smashing his head into the window.

"Calm down. Not gonna kill you."

"Mister... you're a survivor too?"

"What else would I fucking look like?"

"Whoa... badass. How'd you score a Bentley, mister? I got turned away every time. Those demon bastards won't sell to just anyone."

"So you wanted to steal it? Playing GTA?"

"Heh heh heh. Sorry."

No way was I telling him luxury clothes and an 800-million-won watch get you in.

"How'd you get here?"

"Woke up and it was here."

"Lucky you're alive."

"Would've been fucked if I hadn't searched 'survival'."

"Searched 'survival'?"

I stopped the car and searched 'survival' on my mobile browser.

"Nothing."

"Sort by latest."

Latest: my post popped up first.

"Ah... so that's how it ranks."

Made sense. Mine was the only coherent post among the new crap. Only my shit hit the search engines.

"Oh? You saw this post too, mister? It saved my ass."

My posts had saved lives, knowingly or not.

"Know any other survivors?"

"Knew some. Gone now."

"Demons took their bodies."

"Yeah..."

"Ever see a buff guy, about 183 cm, looks smart and innocent but total perv?"

"Nope."

"Okay. Get out."

"Huh?"

"Survive well. Avoid the fog at night. Monsters pour out if you wanna live."

"What???"

I pulled over and unlocked the doors.

"Out."

He looked baffled, nodding slowly.

"We're survivors. We should stick together."

I'm no babysitter. No savior either.

"You're living it up solo... what's missing?"

"Well... not that, but."

"Don't act like you know me out there. Grouping up changes jack shit. Food, internet, water—what's the problem? Oh, cops bust you mid-fuck with girls, body-snatched on the spot. Careful."

"Watch out for cops?"

"Plenty of survivors around, so watch your step. Not all as nice as me."

"No way."

True story. No clue how many survivors, but Korea had over 100 in comas from some mystery plague. Probably Belphegor snatching souls for apostles.

"Wanna live? Don't pull dumb public stunts like before."

I opened the door.

"Out."

"Tch. Fine. You're doing quests too, right? I finished mine... team up with me, mister. I'm fast."

Quests? I paused at his words. A quest I didn't know. Belphegor's doing, for sure.

"What quest popped for you?"

"Same for everyone, right? My sis had the same."

Sis? He wasn't alone.

"Just checking if it's different."

He shrugged.

"Betray someone who trusts you, plunge them into despair. And corrupt a poor soul with fear. Two like that."

I smirked and nodded, like I knew already.

"Sacrificed your sis for the quest, huh."

I pieced it together from his chatter. His expression flickered oddly.

"We weren't close anyway. I'd vibe better with you, mister. I'll do whatever ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you say. Team up. And my sis is hot as fuck. I'll give her to you. Even body-snatched by demons, she still masturbates and does dirty shit."

I stared him down. He didn't flinch or blink, probing my reaction. Sociopath vibes. He'd be dead weight in a pinch.

"Shut up. Hide low. More quests incoming probably."

"N-No way."

"Out."

"M-Mister."

"Cross paths again, you're dead. Leave Gangnam if you wanna live. Planning to clean house on survivors here."

He gulped, slipping out carefully. Last bit with killing intent scared him good.

Once he was out, I quietly called Jejeop.

Jejeop seemed much meeker. I got to the office, sat quietly. T-16 world—no tardy warnings.

U Mi-young's desk was empty. Everyone buried in monitors, pecking keyboards slowly. My cute company fucktoy Gu Mirae was out...

Up to the 8th floor elevator. Secretary's office door right there. Kicked it hard.

Kim Myeon-hyeong jumped up, spotted me, flashed a Joker Smile. Like royalty had arrived!

Thwack!! Smashed his nose first punch. Face caved in. Orbital fracture probably.

"Even holding back, still too strong."

Demon hunter power's beyond normal folk. Final kick crushed his balls with a crunch.

Grabbed his hair, slammed his head on the desk, slammed the door.

"Ah, fuck, that felt good."

President's office: one wall all glass, sunlight pouring in. Jin Sun-mi sat on the bed by the window—the secret room one relocated there—smiling silently. She'd been waiting for me.

Leaning on the bed, she stroked the sheets softly. Lace bra peeked through her white blouse. Seductive moves bathed in sunlight felt elegant, warm. Happy face at me. Then a light Joker Smile flashed.

Slowly slipped off her heels, stocking-clad toes circling the carpet. Fingers undid blouse buttons one by one. Her eyes deepened with each reveal of pale skin.

Jin Sun-mi bit her lip lightly, gazing at me full of desire and affection.

Whoosh. Blouse slid off her shoulders. Full breasts swayed gently in black lace bra. She turned, unzipped. Tight skirt pooled at her feet, smooth thighs exposed.

"Whoa..."

Awe slipped out. Breath caught as she rolled off her stockings.

Finally bare of stockings, Jin Sun-mi eyed me seductively. Porcelain skin gleamed under fluorescents. Like an eager puppy, antsy and cute.

In just lace bra and panties, she climbed onto the bed slowly. Fingers tugged my tie loose gently. Looking up, biting her lip, eyes brimming with affection.

Model seduction hits different.

175 cm temptress like a Hollywood scene. Shell or not, mirror neurons and oxytocin made her my fucktoy.

White fingers undid my shirt buttons. Red lips parted, hot breath escaped. Light movements made breasts jiggle softly in lace; thighs shone silky.

"Haa..."

She sighed, burying her face in my chest. Fingers still unbuttoning; other hand wrapped my waist. Lips trailed up my neck slowly. Warm breath prickled goosebumps.

Red lips kissed up my nape, leaving sweet marks. Fingers unbuckled my belt; other slipped her bra strap.

Insane. Every move pure seduction.

Bra hit the bed. Voluptuous breasts bared. Pink nipples hard; pale skin translucent in sunlight.

She rubbed her tits on my chest, eyes pleading. Fingers stroked my hardening cock softly.

Lips parted, hot breath. Dampness seeped between her thighs.

Couldn't tear eyes from her full breasts. Pink nipples erect; skin pearlescent in light. Perfect body fueled my lust.

Jin Sun-mi bit my pants zipper with red lips, pulling it down slow. My cock sprang free. Her grip sent pleasure soaring heavenly.

"How do I claim you in reality? Wanna fuck your broken-English ass."

She tilted her head at my words. Probing weaknesses too.

Her soft skin met my palm. Looked up pleadingly, hips swaying lightly. Panties soaked.

Hand cupped her breast; sweet moan escaped. Nipple hardened under palm; hips followed my touch.

Hiding this body...

First time seeing her nude. Perfect curves ensnared me. Crotch drenched; thighs quivered faintly.

"Ahhng..."

Hot breath in my ear as she stroked my cock. Harder now; my breaths ragged.

She turned slowly, prone on the bed. Round ass up; toned thighs framed wet panties.

Glanced back, lip bitten. Fuck me face. Hips dipped, curvaceous sensually.

Fingers slid wet panties down; pink pussy revealed. Juices trailed thighs, glistening.

Damn... how to hold back...