Sacrificial Lamb 1
U Mi-young slowly opened her eyes in bed. Her entire body throbbed with pain. It was the aftermath of last night's intense lovemaking. After he left, she'd come down with a fever and spent the whole day lying in bed.
"It's really that Park Woojin guy I used to work with..."
The power she'd gained by becoming a subordinate of Belphegor transcended humanity. But even that overwhelming strength left her powerless against him. And... that excruciating pleasure. Without realizing it, U Mi-young clenched her thighs together. It felt like he was still inside her.
"Ahh... ugh~"
Just thinking of Deputy Manager Park Woojin sent massive vibrations rippling through her inner walls. She'd approached him knowing he was a survivor, planning to earn his trust for the quest, then strike when his guard was down—push him into despair right before killing him. But the outcome had been the opposite. She'd been the one kneeling before his power, consumed by pleasure.
She'd fallen victim to his taming... Strangely, whenever she thought of him, his cock came to mind first.
"Demon hunter... I need to report this to Lord Belphegor."
But how? There was no direct way to contact Belphegor in this shell world, T-16. He was the god who created the T-16 dimension—not someone she could just summon because she wanted to see him. All she could do was carry out his quests and await the results.
If she failed Belphegor's quest... Just the thought sent chills down her spine.
The white-masked one... Is there a way to reach him?
The mysterious demon king she'd met in T-12. He wielded immense power and seemed to be checking Baal's forces there.
"He might be able to help..."
As a demon king himself, he'd likely jump at the chance to take down a demon hunter—the greatest threat to all demons.
"Maybe through Ji-won Yeong."
Ji-won Yeong, who had successfully returned to the entertainment industry. U Mi-young had a hunch that going through her would connect her to the white-masked figure.
"Right. After finishing this quest, I'll head back to T-12 and meet Ji-won Yeong."
U Mi-young rose from the bed. As she gathered her clothes and dressed, she replayed last night's events. Deputy Manager Park Woojin... the demon hunter's power was formidable. She could already feel the mental domination of his taming. His gaze, his voice, even the slightest gesture—all radiated control.
"I need another quest target..."
Anxiety washed over her.
Get a grip, U Mi-young. You have to become Lord Belphegor's apostle. Gain that immense power... to protect the baby. I have to protect the baby with my own strength...
Steeling herself, she left the house. She had to go to work today. To avoid detection as a survivor among the shells, she needed to stick to her routine. Fortunately, the office was near the Bentley showroom. And there was a new target there.
There was another survivor pretending to be a shell at the Bentley showroom near the office—aside from Deputy Manager Park Woojin.
Manager U Mi-young had a list of patients hospitalized with the mystery illness. It was valuable intel she'd gathered traveling between T-12 via gates. The thrill of discovering that those comatose patients were survivors here had been electric. That list was her powerful weapon.
She'd learned Park Woojin was a survivor after confirming his hospitalized form at the hospital.
"Han Areum... No choice. The only way is to kill her. She works at the Bentley showroom..."
U Mi-young hardened her cold resolve.
Han Areum. The beautiful employee at the Bentley showroom. She too was one of the comatose patients lying in a T-12 hospital. She should be easier to handle than Park Woojin. Young and pretty, but... to survive, U Mi-young had no choice.
It was Lord Belphegor's mandatory quest. She had to become an apostle.
On her way to the office building, U Mi-young paused to gaze at the Bentley showroom. Just one block from the office. Through the glass windows, she could see Han Areum. She was probably waiting for customers in her flawless guise today too, desperately hiding her humanity among the shells.
Sorry, Areum. But this is about survival.
U Mi-young muttered coldly and headed to the office.
She arrived at her desk but couldn't focus—her mind was fixed on Han Areum. How to approach her? How to gain her trust, then make her face betrayal and death? The most effective way was to initiate contact first, build rapport as fellow survivors. Casually hint at their shared secret to lower her guard, pretend to lean on each other in this tough situation. Then, when she was most off-guard, most trusting...
Betray the one who trusts you and plunge them into despair.
Corrupt a pitiful soul with terror.
Yes, despair and fear. That's what Lord Belphegor craved. She had to deliver Han Areum the deepest despair and terror of death.
I'll drop by at lunchtime.
U Mi-young stared blankly at her computer screen, formulating her plan. Swing by the showroom to browse cars, subtly imply she's a survivor to spark conversation. Once her guard drops and she opens up, dive into the real work. Probe her weaknesses, plant false hope, invite her home, and kill her. That would be most effective.
U Mi-young bit her lip. A twinge of discomfort in her heart, but cold resolve quickly filled the void. This was T-16 hell. Sympathy was a luxury. Only survivors claimed everything.
For my baby... I'll do anything.
She steeled herself again. Her monitor filled with meaningless strings, but her mind brimmed with intricate plans for Han Areum. Waiting for lunchtime, U Mi-young checked the clock with coldly gleaming eyes. The hunt was approaching.
The clock signaling lunchtime echoed through the office. U Mi-young casually gathered her papers and stood, feigning nonchalance. Her heart trembled faintly, but she maintained her usual calm exterior.
Now's the time.
Grabbing her bag, she left the office. Her steps down the hall were light, but her mind raced with calculations. Target: Han Areum at the Bentley showroom. She had to make her the quest's sacrifice.
Entering the showroom, the signature luxury air enveloped her—freshly baked bread scent, faint classical music. And there, in the center, stood Han Areum.
Another shell manager was in the store, staring blankly out the window. Her black dress accentuated her perfect figure. Her elegantly curled hair ends were eye-dazzlingly graceful.
U Mi-young admired her beauty briefly, then reaffirmed her cold resolve. She had to draw out the survivor hiding in that beautiful shell.
U Mi-young approached the priciest model, the BGX2090, pretending to open the door. As expected, Han Areum glided over smoothly.
Empty eyes, mechanical smile. Perfect shell act.
"Innovation and price model hurts my wife cheating..."
Her voice is pretty too.
Han Areum rattled off meaningless words in her vehicle pitch. Her tone was flat, unchanging—flawless shell performance.
U Mi-young nodded as if listening, slowly circling the car.
She could make it big as an actress.
As she drew close to Han Areum, U Mi-young deliberately stumbled slightly, losing balance and lurching toward her—brushing her arm on purpose.
It was instantaneous. Han Areum's vacant eyes widened in shock for a split second. A faint intake of breath, her shoulders instinctively flinching. Not a shell's mechanical response—a human, reflexive surprise at unexpected contact.
But it vanished in a blink. Han Areum reverted to empty eyes and Joker Smile, spitting out the next words as if nothing happened.
"Bentley nightmare stabbing heart money earn a lot..."
Got her.
U Mi-young inwardly cheered. That brief human reaction was ironclad proof Han Areum was a survivor. Her earlier doubts about the list's accuracy were dispelled once more.
U Mi-young quickly steadied herself, acting nonchalant—erecting her body awkwardly like a shell. To avoid suspicion from the other shell manager, she flashed a Joker Smile too.
Now, approach slowly.
As U Mi-young turned to leave with a satisfied inner smile—
Ding-a-ling—The familiar bell rang as the door opened. A man entered: Deputy Manager Park Woojin.
Why is he here...?
U Mi-young panicked briefly but composed herself fast. Seeing him made her pussy gush with juices. Like Pavlov's dog.
Park Woojin scanned the showroom, spotted U Mi-young and Han Areum, and approached with a sly grin. He flashed U Mi-young a light Joker Smile, his eyes asking, What are you doing here?
U Mi-young nodded lightly at him, returning the Joker Smile.
Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump.
Her heart raced anxiously. Park Woojin's appearance was an unforeseen variable.
Park Woojin turned to Han Areum. She Joker Smiled at him, but it looked off—unlike her mechanical norm, a faint twitch at her lips.
"Pocket money curry rice insurance bathroom after work part-time?"
Her tone seemed slightly higher too. She was straining to maintain her shell act before Park Woojin.
Park Woojin casually wrapped an arm around Han Areum's waist, like with a lover. Her ears flushed red. The manager behind stomped in bewilderment—an odd sight for a clear shell, jealous of them.
U Mi-young intuited their relationship. Park Woojin had already influenced Han Areum somehow.
Does Park Woojin know she's a survivor too? Or... has he already made her his like Deputy Manager Jin Sun-mi?
Park Woojin alternated glances between the women, smirking amusedly. He said nothing, but his eyes gleamed like he knew everything—enjoying the scene as an observer. He watched Han Areum's awkward act with evident amusement.
U Mi-young couldn't stay longer. Park Woojin's presence would derail her plans. She nodded at him, glanced at Han Areum, and turned—mimicking natural shell movements.
Park Woojin watched her back briefly, then turned to Han Areum. He nodded toward the Bentley he'd arrived in—a silent signal for servicing.
Han Areum, still Joker Smiling and mumbling nonsense, led him. But her gait seemed stiffer than usual. Glistening fluids trailed down her thighs from her crotch.
What... Has Han Areum been tamed too?
U Mi-young exited, taking a deep breath. Her heart pounded wildly.
Damn... Park Woojin... Why show up now of all times?
Her plan hit a snag. Park Woojin was a demon hunter—the terror even demon kings avoided. Who knew what influence he had on Han Areum? He might have already made her his ally.
No... There's still a chance.
U Mi-young tried shaking off the anxiety. At the same time, just seeing Park Woojin made juices flow from her crotch again.
You bitch, are you crazy? Why do I get so horny just seeing Deputy Manager Park Woojin?
U Mi-young deep-breathed to calm her arousal. She wanted to rush back and suck his cock. Alternating diaphragmatic and Lamaze breathing barely subdued it.
"Hoo..."
Park Woojin's arrival might even be an opportunity. She could exploit their relationship. U Mi-young reaffirmed her cold resolve. The hunt for Han Areum had just begun. Park Woojin was a variable, but it wouldn't stop her. She'd have to move more cunningly, slyly. Put both Park Woojin and Han Areum on her game board and play them.
Pretending to hurry back to the office, U Mi-young hid behind a pillar near the showroom. Han Areum, Joker Smiling, got into the passenger seat of his car.
Deputy Manager Park Woojin... What's your game?
U Mi-young hunkered deeper. She needed to grasp their relationship—and his true intentions. Her eyes gleamed coldly.