Reunion 1
Even while driving, Han Areum's final expression lingered in my mind. The confusion and faint fear in her eyes, along with the undeniable remnants of desire. That gaze full of suspicion directed at me. She was clearly replaying her own actions in her head.
"Ah… Did I make a mistake somewhere?"
I reviewed my actions from the sex we'd just had. When Han Areum gasped out that it was too deep, I'd instinctively eased the intensity of my thrusts. I'd paused with just the tip nestled against her inner walls, then switched up the rhythm of my pistoning.
…That had been my mistake. She realized too late that I'd understood her words.
"She figured out I'm a survivor."
She was starting to become convinced I was a survivor. The confusion was just beginning. Han Areum's turmoil would make for perfect prey for Section Chief U Mi-young. On the flip side, a pretty amusing idea had occurred to me.
The moment I got home, I collapsed onto the sofa. Choi Seo-ah, infused with the retriever soul, wagged her tailless ass and flopped down at my feet. Her soft, slender body draped an arm over my thigh as she grinned cutely up at me.
"Weren't you cold wandering around buck naked like that?"
I stroked her head, and she let out a pleased krroo. Beside her, Section Chief U Mi-young knelt demurely, gently rubbing her cheek against my thigh.
"What the hell… why are you two both wearing dog collars?"
I could chalk up Choi Seo-ah the retriever occasionally liking to wear one for walks. But why was Section Chief U Mi-young—Poo—wearing a dog collar? Did she want to go out?
I lightly pressed my thumb against her asshole. Love juices spurted out like a spring from the cleft.
"Thanks to you, I truly conquered the real Section Chief U Mi-young."
I petted Section Chief U Mi-young (Poo)'s head. Knowing all her weaknesses through Poo had made it inevitable. She fumbled with my zipper, teasing my cock. But she couldn't speak. Of course not. She wasn't U Mi-young—she was Poo.
"What would happen if Section Chief U Mi-young ran into you?"
I stroked Section Chief U Mi-young (Poo)'s head. The T-12 version fused with the bear plush monster moved with the same sultry grace as the real U Mi-young.
"Good girls, both of you."
That was when it happened. Section Chief U Mi-young (Poo) and Choi Seo-ah (retriever) both stuck out their tongues. They licked each other's tongues at the same time.
"Huh? Where'd you learn that?"
Drool dripping in strings, they looked up at me, and my cock felt like it would burst. Fuck… this was seriously bad for my heart. Their tongues lapped at my erect cock—Section Chief U Mi-young (Poo) and Choi Seo-ah (retriever). Their licks grew more aggressive as they vied for it. A spurt echoed from between Section Chief U Mi-young's legs as her juices erupted. The spot where Choi Seo-ah had been sitting was already a puddle like the Han River.
"Hey, you two… true to form as animals, already in heat?"
I needed to lightly grab their necks to calm their excessive excitement. At the same time, I picked up my smartphone.
"Having Section Chief U Mi-young suck my dick while calling the actual Section Chief U Mi-young. Hilarious."
I dialed the number for the real T-16 Section Chief U Mi-young. After a few rings, she picked up. Her voice carried a tension she tried to hide.
— …Yes, President.
"Haha, Section Chief. We're not that formal anymore, are we? Call me casually."
— …You're still the president.
Even after her conditioning was complete, I sensed distance. It felt intentional.
"You sure you're not cursing me out in your head?"
— No. How could I dare speak rudely to a demon hunter like you, President?
"Come on, relax. Even at our T-12 company, they call me President? I can come and go from the real world, you know? Just call me Assistant Manager Park Woojin."
— …Alright. Assistant Manager Park Woojin.
Her reluctant compliance came through grudgingly. I had it on speakerphone. Section Chief U Mi-young (Poo) beside me tilted her head at the identical voice on the line, then gently bit down on my pants zipper with her teeth and began her service. It was a bizarre thrill—having someone identical to the person on the call servicing me.
"You were pretty surprised at the Bentley showroom earlier, right?"
My question made her swallow audibly over the line. She'd witnessed me approaching Han Areum, so she had to be curious about my intentions. U Mi-young (Poo)'s hot tongue licked up the inside of my thigh. I tried to focus on the call, but my body twitched at the sensation.
"Just as you predicted, Section Chief, I went to confirm if Han Areum was a survivor."
— Pardon? Han Areum… a survivor?
U Mi-young's voice trembled faintly. She was clearly feigning surprise. She already knew Han Areum was a survivor and had approached her because of it. U Mi-young (Poo) took my erect cock into her mouth and began sucking softly. Her ponytail bobbed rhythmically.
"Yeah, definitely. Her shell act was so clumsy. Nothing like your natural performance, Section Chief."
She fell silent at my backhanded praise. U Mi-young (Poo)'s mouth was hot and wet. Electric pleasure surged each time her tongue wrapped around the glans.
— So… what do you plan to do?
She finally asked cautiously. Wariness mixed with a hint of anticipation in her tone.
"Ah… you're still on your quest, right, Section Chief? Is Han Areum your target?"
— What??
"I know you're trying to kill Han Areum for the quest."
A faint choking sound came from the receiver. Then, what sounded like steadying breaths. Or was she masturbating?
— What do you want from me?
"Simple. Approach Han Areum. Convince her you're a fellow survivor."
— Pardon? Convince her… to trust me?
"It'd be even better if you two got close."
— And then?
"Han Areum's confused right now. Whether I'm a shell or a survivor. You go to her and reassure her: 'Park Woojin's just a horny shell. Nothing to worry about.' Make her trust you completely."
U Mi-young (Poo)'s hand began gently massaging my balls. Her technique matched Section Chief U Mi-young's perfectly. I petted U Mi-young (Poo)'s head and praised her.
— Convince her you're a shell, Assistant Manager Park Woojin?
"Once she fully trusts you, I'll show up and reveal I'm the real survivor. What do you think happens then?"
I paused, waiting for her reaction. Her ragged breathing came through the receiver. U Mi-young (Poo) deepthroated my cock with a gulp.
"The betrayal of being deceived by someone she trusted, plus the fear that I'm the survivor. Two birds with one stone. You complete your quest without lifting a finger. No need to kill Han Areum."
U Mi-young went quiet for a while after hearing my plan. Her mind must be spinning. A chance to clear her quest effortlessly. But her fear of me would grow too.
U Mi-young (Poo) nuzzled my thigh contentedly, growling in satisfaction.
— You're a scary man, Assistant Manager Park Woojin.
Awe and dread mingled in her voice.
"Isn't it a great opportunity for you, Section Chief? Complete the quest without killing a pretty girl. Seems a shame to waste her, right?"
— ……Got it. I'll do it.
She accepted my irresistible offer. U Mi-young (Poo) sucked my cock more fiercely, urging my release.
"Good. I'll be watching Han Areum too. Good luck."
— …Yes.
U Mi-young (Poo)'s mouth stretched wide, swallowing even my balls.
"And Section Chief U Mi-young."
— Yes?
"Don't even think about lying to me or stabbing me in the back. I know more than you can imagine. Watch your words. If you can't control that mouth… it'll get torn open."
At my final warning, she just swallowed hard—no reply. I hung up. At the same time, I flooded U Mi-young (Poo)'s mouth with hot semen. She gulped it down greedily, not spilling a drop.
Heh… a betrayal right on schedule.
U Mi-young was now a pawn dancing in my palm. She'd deceive Han Areum to complete her quest, but the process itself would bring me even greater pleasure. The psychological warfare as the two women suspected and warily circled each other. And at the final moment, when everything was revealed—their despair and sense of betrayal. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my lips.
There were many ways to survive in this hellish world. Crushing foes with raw power, or cunningly rigging the board to toy with them like this. I preferred the latter.
Choi Seo-ah (retriever) rubbed her head against my feet. The soft feel of her hair. I stroked her head. U Mi-young licked the semen from her lips with a satisfied expression.
"Good girls. You two wouldn't betray me, right?"
"Woof! Woof!"
Choi Seo-ah wagged her tailless ass in response. A dog's soul trapped in a human body. Maybe the purest existence in this world.
Then, my smartphone blared with a loud ringtone. The screen showed 'O Nangryun.' Finally, a call from Nangryun. Looked like he'd finished looking for Go A-hee.
I smiled and answered. "Hey, Nangryun! You done with your stuff?"
— You home?
"Yeah."
— Comin' over. Arrivin' in two hours. Ain't eaten dinner yet?
"Two hours means nine at night?"
— Suck it up even if you're hungry, punk. I skipped lunch too.
"Whatcha wanna eat? I'll show off my skills for old times' sake."
— Ah, droolin' already. Whatever. I'll bring the booze.
"Okay. See ya."
O Nangryun's excited voice came through the receiver. Time to meet him at last. I was looking forward to seeing how he'd changed and what stories he'd bring.
Anticipating my old friend, I headed to the mart. The presence of fresh veggies there was a gracious reminder that this was hell—farmers still tilling, their routines and efforts worthy of thanks.
The mart was bustling. Shells or not, living meant eating the same.
"What did Nangryun like again?"
Suddenly, the dormant Jejeop piped up with his opinion. The block already over?
"You little shit, got some nerve. Bargaining at a dangerous moment like a sneaky bastard."
This was the first time he'd apologized.
Of course. The kid knew how to flatter too.
"No more sneaky shit between us."
"What?"
"Your power's being absorbed by me?"
"Not just the demon hunter power?"
"Then you'll have to help me more actively. Once I beat Baal, I'll free you right away. Won't even take 5 years."
"The moment revenge ends and Baal falls, you're free. That's my promise."
"You just scout well as my flea-fly."
Good thing I hadn't digitized him. Not gaining a skill, but a chance to make his power mine.
"But hey… the shells don't turn aggressive even when I talk to them… is that 'cause I absorbed your power?"
"I see. Then…"
I nodded. "Ah, fuuuck Baal, you shitty bastard!"
I bellowed in the mart. The shells all snapped their heads toward me. A moment of tension. But soon, they resumed what they were doing.
"Haha, these fuckers. Clenching their jaws and pretending not to notice. Hilarious."
It was goddamn funny—the shells, once objects of terror, now ignoring me teeth gritted. Whistling, I started shopping for ingredients.
For the appetizer, truffle-scented mushroom cream soup. Fresh mushrooms caught my eye today. Decent truffle oil too. Garlic chips went in the basket.
"Oh? Fresh red beets?"
Beet carpaccio sounded good. Usually tuna, fish, or meat, but thinly sliced beets make a savory vegan starter. With walnut praline, goat cheese crumble, and citrus dressing—easy. My recreation of a vegan contest winner.
For the main? Scanning the mart, dry-aged French rack lamb ribs caught my eye.
"Whoa, didn't expect this."
Perfect after the beet carpaccio. Dry-aged French rack is divine even simply grilled. Then oak wood charcoal, rosemary, garlic. Oak smoke for extra umami.
Nangryun, your mouth's in for a treat today.
The mart was business as usual. Basket in hand, loading ingredients—then odd movement in my peripheral. Shells shopping casually swarmed the butcher corner like a clearance sale announcement.
"Weird. No way…"
My instincts never failed. The shells' faces twisted in unified rage.
Their gaping mouths and furrowed brows confirmed it.
"Dumb survivor got outed as human. Hard to pull off the Joker Smile?"
I followed the shells slowly. Butcher corner in the mart's back—layer upon layer of shells crowding it.
"What? Why me?"
"Haa…"
My head throbbed. Still, I was curious who the idiot survivor was.