Trade-off 2
The Bentley’s twelve-cylinder engine growled low beneath the crimson sky. Once we left the heart of T-16’s city, the landscape turned noticeably desolate. Unlike the urban core teeming with the rhythmic movements of shells, the outskirts roads were eerily empty. The occasional shells we spotted wandered aimlessly or shuffled along predetermined paths like machines.
“This place feels just like… a massive stage set.” I muttered, gripping the wheel. Everything was meticulously arranged, yet utterly devoid of life. Belphegor’s grand stage of terror, designed to harvest cortisol.
[Teacher, is this your first time heading to Paju?]
Jejeop’s voice echoed in my head. Ever since I’d lifted the block, he’d been surprisingly docile. Looked like the fear of digitization had worked wonders.
“That’s where Nangryun lives. Pretty swanky countryside villa.”
[O Nangryun… that friend of yours? The neuroscience guy, right?]
“Yeah, we majored in neuroscience together in college. Smarter than me, that pervert.”
[A neuroscientist… fascinating. Someone who knows the brain inside out might be adept at handling souls too.]
“Heh, hope the guy’s doing alright.” Half worry, half excitement. Knowing him, he’d adapted to this hellhole in his own twisted way. Hell, he might even be enjoying it more than me. Especially given his tastes…
Deep into Paju’s outskirts along a quiet road, a familiar sight emerged. The modern villa Nangryun bragged about—the one he’d sunk 2 billion won into. High walls, impeccably tended garden. Looked identical to the one back in T-12.
I parked the Bentley by the roadside and approached the gate slowly. No Range Rover in the driveway—my gut twisted. Odds were he wasn’t home.
“Wandering around like some preschool brat, you fuck. Stay home, asshole.”
I mashed the intercom button. A beep, and the gate swung open. Nangryun must’ve buzzed me in.
“What the— the fucker’s home after all?”
Grinning wide, I strolled up the pebble path embedded in the lawn toward the front door. The door was shut.
“Yo, Nangryun! Big bro’s here! Fuck, you’re alive! Open up.”
That’s when I spotted the 3M Post-it taped meticulously to the door.
“Huh?”
Woojin, if you’re alive and kicking, I figured you’d show up here eventually. I’m off to kidnap my dream girl. You know who. Feel free to check out and use my collection. Front door code: your birthday plus mine.
Nangryun’s handwriting. That signature scrawl. He’d anticipated my arrival. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
O Nangryun’s one true type: Go A-hee, captain of the LS Tigers cheerleaders.
“Crazy bastard. Went and kidnapped cheerleader A-hee after all.”
Nangryun’s lifelong dream was banging A-hee. No way he’d miss a shot like this. Romantic fucker.
But the note said he wasn’t home… so who opened the gate?
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep. Ring-a-ding~ The front door swung open with a cheerful chime. The house was unexpectedly quiet. The spacious living room was tidy, but a chill hung in the air.
One wall featured women’s lower bodies embedded like modern art. Seven of them, posed perfectly for standing doggy.
“What the fuck, this psycho.”
Thought they were sculptures at first—turns out, lower-body monsters mounted to the wall. They were wriggling faintly.
Never imagined seeing fog-dwellers displayed indoors like this.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
Memories flashed of asses ripping into shattered Crawling Heads like hyenas. Common fog demons, but I’d never inspected them this close.
“Even just the lower half has killer curves.”
Wonder what Belphegor was smoking creating these. Ass as head, reverse-jointed ostrich legs, teeth-lined anus gaping threateningly.
“You all look even more vibrant in the light.”
The ass-holes and pussies were gaping and pulsing. Traces of thick cum dripped down. Mounted for easy fucking, no doubt.
“His tastes haven’t changed. Heh heh. Whoa?”
I froze at the living room rug. A bear costume skin peeled and laid out like a rug.
“Impressive. Bear Widow? Not a Bear Warrior, right? How the hell’d he take it down? What strength?”
I had to admire it. Sure, I’m a demon hunter with fire powers, but Nangryun’s just a regular human.
“Size says Bear Widow… but where’s the female body inside?”
I headed to the bedroom, pausing at the firmly shut door. What freaky shit might this maniac have on display? A twinge of fear.
Inside, the king bed was empty. No Nangryun. But by the bedside stood two women, staring blankly.
One was his ex-wife from last year’s divorce story. The other, her sister—his sister-in-law, Yuri-na the cheerleader. Hot body, pretty face.
They must’ve opened the gate. Both buck-naked, not a stitch on. Vacant eyes fixed on nothing.
Both turned into shells.
Yuri-jin, his ex-wife—the bitch who’d nearly valley-murdered him. I muttered bitterly.
No emotion in their eyes. Just dolls awaiting routine.
I flashed a Joker Smile. They mechanically mirrored it, lips splitting ear-to-ear—empty grins.
Nangryun got his revenge after all.
Yuri-jin’s face bore bruises and abuse marks. Still gorgeous—long-time model.
“Attempted murder got her off with schizophrenia, innocent.” I shook my head at the woman who’d nearly killed him.
Then, something squirmed under the bedcovers.
“Gah!”
It lunged at me. I blocked casually. Sleek legs, plump ass attack. Another lower-body monster from the sheets. Torso-less freak. Smaller than the wall ones. Hairless pussy.
Spotting me, it hiked its ass, spreading wide.
“This fucker… actually raised one. Baby lower-body monster?”
Tsking at Nangryun’s pervy hobbies. They acted like trained pets. No clue how he tamed them.
The little one trailed me eagerly. Cuter at this size—probably cuddled by Nangryun. Clit perked, chasing for a fuck. Ass jiggling, anus yawning pink.
Closer look: teeth yanked from the anus.
I dry-washed my face. Classic O Nangryun. Pictured him fog-shopping for these.
“What a lunatic. Heh heh.”
Scanned the house. Iron guards against intruders. His fortress.
Cracked open the guest room door in the corner—my old crash spot. Windowless, pitch black. Door opened, shadows lit.
I rubbed my eyes. Death Mannequin bound and hung by rope. Tennis ball impaled on its pointed toes—like chair legs spared from scratching.
And beside it, a stunning nude beauty. Jaw-dropping gorgeous.
“What.”
Her eyes snapped open, Joker Smile flashing. I returned it, inspecting.
Oddity: silk scarf around her bare neck. Untied it—head throbbed at the truth. Crudely stitched neck.
“No way… Bear Widow body fused with Crawling Head?”
Nangryun made my idle fantasy real. Monster-fucker psycho.
The combo was stunning. Cute Crawling Head faces plus Bear Widow curves.
“Mix ’em right, you’d have a girl group of knockout idols.”
[Truly an extraordinary human. First time seeing a pervert topping Belphegor.]
“So Belphegor’s the real perv?”
[Indeed.]
I shut the door quietly. The trailing lower-body monster rubbed its ass on my leg. Warm, elastic skin—indistinguishable from human. Pet-dog cute; I stroked it.
Splat! Fingers sank into ass. Sucked inward like quicksand. Firm, plush grip. Slid into the cleft effortlessly. Mini onahole vibe amplified.
“Blurble. Blurp.”
Pussy made weird noises—moan or growl?
I kept caressing the pink slit between cheeks.
“You… feel it too?”
Fingers slick with clear fluid. Love juices dripping. Living onahole for real. Silicone replicas exist, but warm and alive.
Grabbed thighs, hoisted for inspection. Dripping pink cavern.
Slow finger insertion. Tight, hot walls writhing around it. Identical to human pussy.
“Fuck… it’s human.”
Awe slipped out. No mere monster—perfectly functional woman’s lower half. Onahole incarnate.
Wiggled finger; ass bucked wildly. Anus gaped, toothless—pleasure response.
“Toothless tiger…”
Dropped pants. Rock-hard cock thrust air. Monster hiked ass higher, begging.
“Alright… Nangryun said use ’em. Let’s taste.”
Every guy’s curious. Gripped waist, aligned to pussy. Slick, scorching entrance. Pushed in—walls clung greedily.
Shuddered pleasurably. Grip beyond imagination: virgin-tight yet expert-squeeze.
No thrusting needed—used it like a fleshlight. Plap. Plap. Plap. Pink lips dragging on glans. Lethal clutch.
Flesh-slapping echoed. Ass shook in sync, pussy milking perfectly.
“Fuck… this is prime pussy!”
Ramped speed. Ass quaking, juices flooding floor. Wall monsters’ asses jiggled enviously—begging turns.
“Nangryun, you fuck…”
Couldn’t hold—creampied deep. Hot load filled her. Shivered, accepting all.
Still hard post-nut. Kept pounding. Tireless receiver.
“Stamina’s nuts.”
Moved to wall one. Soaked, ass-wiggling invite. Creampied second.
Third: anal assault. Toothless hole as hot and tight as pussy.
“Grah… ass is killer!”
Rotated through them. Pussies and asses cum-stuffed. Untried ones rioted—had to even it out.
Not a drop spilled—swallowed clean.
“Wait… cum’s your food? You were starving?”
Asses replied affirmatively. Wild man-eaters wall-mounted, unfed…
“Hey, this is animal abuse.”
PETA’d flip. Merciful me—unlimited creampies for the poor things.
Pounded till exhausted, crashed on bed. Dozed maybe ten minutes? Woke to ex-wife and sister-in-law still blankly standing.
Faint scent from their bodies. AirPods jammed in ears—why no reaction. Nangryun gentlemanly muted them, unlike that prof.
Explains the idle standing. Bedside post? Forced viewing of his monster fucks? Revenge on near-killer wife?
His intent clear—I left them be.
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His sister-in-law intrigued me. Figured cheerleader = experienced. Wrong.
Lounged on bed, eyeing ex and sis-in-law. Ex stared blankly ahead; sis-in-law’s gaze flickered.
Huh?
Brief emotion in her eyes. Then, hiss from her crotch—fluid trickled down.
