Revenge Commission to the Demon King 1
"Where the hell is U Mi-young hiding?"
I picked up the white sword(?) that the ballerina girls in tutus had been using to masturbate with.
Vrrr— vrr— It was a blunt masturbation club that was hard to call a sword, even though it had a hilt like one. It vibrated lightly, suggesting it wasn't an ordinary item.
I wiped the white sword, soaked in the ballerina girls' pussy juices, on my pants and tucked it into my pocket.
Semen was still audibly dripping from Han Areum's hole.
"See you later, Han Areum. Bye."
I waved goodbye to Han Areum and slowly descended the stairs.
Even after Park Woojin left, Han Areum remained sprawled on the floor, unmoving for a while. Her muscles felt twisted out of control, and her mind was a tangle of shame, rage, and an inexplicable terror.
The pride of being Belphegor's first apostle shattered before the overwhelming presence of Park Woojin.
'Fuck… that fucking bastard…'
She gritted her teeth. She despised herself for being toyed with and utterly submitting to Park Woojin.
Even after planting aphrodisiacs in her niece ballerinas' pussies and Han Daum's pussy, it had no effect. The sensation of his touch, his voice, his cock invading her body came back vividly, making her shiver.
Especially that final moment when she'd admitted she was a cocksleeve and climaxed—it burned her face just thinking about it.
But amid the humiliation, one clear fact remained: she had survived. And Park Woojin believed she was completely broken and left.
'Stupid fuck… You think I'd really be your cocksleeve?'
Han Areum slowly rose. Her legs trembled, but her eyes gleamed like a beast's.
Belphegor's authority and her apostle power, Marionette Strings, was still intact. The mana backlash from Park Woojin severing the shells' strings had been beyond imagination, but it hadn't broken her will.
Instinctively, she headed first to her twin sister, Han Daum. She'd had no choice but to turn her into a shell… After Park Woojin left, Han Daum lay motionless on the floor.
Han Areum approached cautiously, trying to reconnect the strings.
'Damn… I've used too much mana.'
The battle with Park Woojin and the forced severance had caused more internal damage than expected. Controlling Han Daum right now was impossible. The other shells were the same.
"First… I need to get out of here."
Han Areum staggered toward the entrance. She didn't know when Park Woojin might return. He was an unpredictable madman. This house was no longer safe.
Click.
After Han Areum opened the front door and left, how much time passed? The heavy air in her house remained still, with no movement.
Han Daum, collapsed on the floor. Her fingers twitched.
Shudder. Slowly rising as semen poured from her womb. Her mouth twisted into a sneer.
Zing— With a snap of her fingers, a barrier formed around the space.
"So fucking filthy I can't stand it."
She walked slowly and plopped onto the living room sofa. She watched the cold semen dripping from her pussy.
Seeing her pink inner walls protruding, she recalled the earlier fuck.
"A monstrous cock. Getting eaten out by my comrade's son."
A mere shell wouldn't move like this. Han Areum would have been shocked if she'd seen. Han Daum was definitely dead. Han Areum had sacrificed her twin sister to complete the quest, connecting Belphegor's authority Marionette Strings to the demon-possessed shell of Han Daum's body. It suppressed and controlled the demon inside.
Han Areum had been controlling Han Daum with her will. But now, Han Daum was speaking and moving on her own.
"Acting like a demon is fucking exhausting. Shit…"
She rolled her shoulders and cracked her jaw. The misaligned joints popped back into place.
Her grotesquely protruding labia began retracting inside. Incredible recovery.
"No fucking way—a demon hunter ignores hunting demons and fucks them instead?"
Han Daum chuckled. It wasn't funny; it was incredulous.
Van Helsing, her former comrade. She'd come to T-16 seeking his son, who inherited his demon hunter abilities. And when she found him… she got fucked.
"Park Woojin is definitely Van Helsing's son… Why is a demon hunter siding with demons? Why spare Belphegor's apostle?"
A demon hunter should have killed Han Areum, Belphegor's apostle. But he had no interest in killing her; he was too busy fucking.
"Crazy bastard."
She, who had sworn eternal chastity to Styx, had no choice but to offer her virginity to Park Woojin. She couldn't reveal her identity yet.
"Father would lose his shit if he knew his goddess daughter lost her purity."
She touched her lower belly and shook her head.
The reason she'd sworn chastity to Styx was her father's coercion.
"Because of the prophecy that a child I bear… could surpass Father."
She implanted the semen in her womb. Might as well make the best of losing her virginity—conceive Park Woojin's child.
"Damn… implantation failed. Fucking worthless body."
Han Daum shook her head. A goddess could birth a god if pregnant. Even with a human, a demigod. Same for demon kings birthing demon kings.
"Hmm? Wait a sec?"
Han Daum analyzed Park Woojin's semen remaining in her womb.
"Why do I sense demon king energy from a demon hunter?"
Chills ran down her spine.
"Insane… Van Helsing's son Park Woojin has demon king genes?"
Her mind grew complicated. Incredulous, she squatted and ruffled her hair.
"If I bear Park Woojin's child… a monstrous kid combining demon king and god powers? Was Styx's prophecy true?"
More chills.
"If a demon king is born, kill it. If a god stronger than Father… we could win the Celestial War."
She smirked at the absurd situation. How could a demon hunter have demon king power?
"I must get pregnant with Park Woojin's child. No matter what!"
She clenched her fist.
"Find out which demon kings allied with Baal… and which god betrayed us."
She ground her teeth.
The gods' alliance-created Hell Dimension Management Bureau collapsed, turning hell dimensions into lawless zones. If Baal unified them and stole all demon king powers… the Celestial War would end in defeat, eternal chaos ensuing.
"First, turn demon hunter Park Woojin to our side… any ideas?"
Her worries deepened. He didn't seem close to demons… but not hostile either. From his talk with Han Areum, he commuted to T-12.
"Gotta go to T-12."
Han Daum stood and examined the collapsed ballerinas in pink and white tutus. She'd seen Park Woojin nearly die of bliss from their flesh attacks.
"Nike, Bia—you're coming to T-12 too. Stick to demon hunter Park Woojin by any means. Find out what he's up to."
Suddenly, the ballerinas in white and pink tutus rose gracefully and bowed.
"Great daughter of Olympus' king, goddess of justice, wisdom, and war, Athena."
Han Daum's true identity was Athena.
Leader of the hell sealing team, defeated by Baal in T-12, lost Van Helsing, barely survived—goddess of misfortune.
White tutu Nike, goddess of victory and Athena's handmaiden, knelt.
Pink tutu Bia, Nike's sister and goddess of violence, prostrated.
"We apologize to Goddess Athena. Though not our will, we used your weapon as a dildo in disgrace."
Athena bit her lower lip. That white dildo was her weapon, Blade of Judgment, Phnoima. Park Woojin had taken it, saying he'd use it as a dildo.
"It's fine. At least the Aegis shield remains."
Athena commanded the Nike and Bia sisters.
"First, approach Park Woojin, become his woman, and get pregnant. If a demon is born, kill it. If a god with divinity… send to Olympus. For the war, we need even one more powerful god with high mana."
"Yes… Goddess."
"Yes… Mistress."
"And never let your identities slip. If he's confirmed Baal's ally, kill him without hesitation. If you can't become his woman in this body, steal the body of a woman he likes. But you must get pregnant."
"Yes, Mistress."
Nike, Bia, and the ballerinas bowed in unison.
Once outside, Han Areum contacted Section Chief U Mi-young immediately. She believed U Mi-young would understand and help.
U Mi-young was the benefactor who showed her the path to apostleship, the only one she could trust in this hellish world.
Soon, they met at a cafe near the company.
Seeing Han Areum's wretched state, U Mi-young's eyes widened.
"Areum! What happened?! That bastard Park Woojin… no way…"
U Mi-young's voice trembled with worry.
Han Areum nearly burst into tears at her warm gaze but held back and sat.
"Chief… that guy's… a monster. I… I lost."
With a trembling voice, Han Areum confessed what Park Woojin did: his overwhelming power, cruel toying, humiliating submission.
U Mi-young's face twisted in rage and pity throughout.
"That fucking dog… doing that to you…"
U Mi-young gripped Han Areum's hand, suppressing her fury. Memories of her own ordeal with Park Woojin made her seethe.
"Demon hunters are our natural enemies. But we can't just take it lying down."
Han Areum nodded. She hated being Park Woojin's fucktoy.
"My Marionette Strings were useless. Like child's play… he snapped them so easily."
Terror lingered in her voice.
"And… that bastard… fucks… too well. My body… reacted to him against my will."
Han Areum's face flushed with shame.
U Mi-young patted her shoulder.
"It's okay, Areum. I went through it too. He… knows women's bodies too damn well."
Bitter undertone in her voice. Thinking of Park Woojin still made juices flow between her legs.
"What do we do? I can't live like a cocksleeve."
Han Areum gulped cold water to soothe her chest. The scene of declaring herself a cocksleeve was seared in her retina. Revenge burned in her eyes.
U Mi-young bit her lower lip and looked up. Her eyes turned cold.
"No… absolutely not. But confronting a demon hunter head-on is suicide. He commutes freely between T-12 and here."
"T-12… the real world?"
Han Areum's eyes widened.
"Yes. I told you I had a way? Now that you're Belphegor-nim's apostle, I'll tell you. Let's go through the gate to T-12 together. There's a powerful ally there who'll help us."
"An ally? We don't even know where Belphegor-nim went…"
"Another demon king. The one in the white mask… we ask him to kill the demon hunter."
U Mi-young's gaze was earnest. More than that, hope of escaping this hell to her real world made Han Areum's heart pound.
"Will that demon king help us?"
"Yes. I'm sure. And Areum… I'm now Belphegor-nim's apostle like you."
Her eyes gleamed meaningfully.
"What? Chief U, you're… an apostle too?"
Han Areum couldn't hide her surprise.
U Mi-young nodded and stood, leading her to an empty corner by the cafe window.
"I'll show you, Areum. The new power Belphegor-nim gave me."
U Mi-young closed her eyes and focused. A faint dark-red aura rose from her body, swirling like a living thing.
"This is…!"
Han Areum held her breath.
As U Mi-young extended her hand, a dark-red whip materialized at her fingertips. Not a mere leather whip—it writhed alive, ominous energy at its tip.
"Belphegor-nim's authority and item, Whip of Agony. It manipulates sensitivity, amplifying pain intensity."
She flicked her wrist lightly. Whoosh! The whip cracked air, leaving a dark-red afterimage.
"Powerful item… make them hypersensitive to pain and strike…"
"Heart attack, right?"
A cruel smile curled U Mi-young's lips. Han Areum was awed by her confidence.
"What do you think, Areum? With this power… we can land a hit on that bastard Park Woojin?"
Confidence filled U Mi-young's eyes.
Han Areum nodded. A weapon that works on touch alone was plenty strong.
"Sis, if we combine forces… we can do it."
U Mi-young retracted the whip and approached.
"The problem is us. Areum… neither you nor I can use our full power before him."
"Ah…"
Han Areum sighed. Conditioned by Park Woojin, her pussy throbbed just thinking of him.
"Fucking hell… Park Woojin, you bastard…"
U Mi-young explained the white-masked demon king's cooperation to weaken Baal. It served Belphegor too.
"The white-masked demon king… he'll definitely kill demon hunter Park Woojin for us."
Thus began the alliance of Belphegor's two apostles.
