Revenge Commission to the Demon King 3
The place they headed to was an eight-story building across from the Gangnam department store. The WJ Entertainment building. With its freshly renovated exterior, the sleek, shiny facade looked stunning.
"Unnie, this is the entertainment company that Ji-won Young founded, right? They just signed Pink Banny too."
"Yeah, that's the one."
"Whoa... this is the hottest agency right now. We're meeting the White Mask Demon King here?"
"Yep."
Han Areum's heart began to pound. She was glad she'd put on such pretty makeup. Having dreamed of the entertainment world, stepping into an agency building made her feel like a celebrity herself. She gawked at the high lobby ceiling and the stained-glass interior, her eyes wide.
"They must have a ton of money."
"Ji-won Young makes that much on her own."
"Oh my, Unnie, you know Ji-won Young too?"
"Yeah, she's a close dongsaeng. We've got some time before the appointment, so let's go see Won-young. I'll introduce you."
"Oh!!"
Before being Belphegor's apostle, Han Areum was a woman. And women naturally loved pretty girls. Her heart racing at the thought of meeting Ji-won Young, Han Areum followed U Mi-young.
They took the elevator to the sixth floor and arrived at the president's office. Knock knock—as they knocked, a soft voice echoed from inside.
"Come in."
Anyone who didn't recognize Ji-won Young's voice would be a spy. The door opened, revealing Ji-won Young sitting with her back to a huge window, sunlight pouring in. Han Areum swallowed hard.
"Oh my, Mi-young Unnie! You made it!!"
Ji-won Young rushed over barefoot to greet U Mi-young like an excited puppy.
"Won-young's getting prettier every day, huh?"
"Nah, Unnie's the one looking even more beautiful... Oh, and this is...?"
"Hi. I'm Han Areum."
Han Areum extended her hand for a shake, but Ji-won Young threw her arms wide and hugged her tight.
"Nice to meet you! Areum-ssi. I've heard so much about you. You're gorgeous! Like a doll."
The sweet perfume made Han Areum's lips curve up. Ji-won Young's down-to-earth vibe was just like on TV—no pretense at all. After a light hug, the two stared intently at each other's faces.
"Won-young Unnie, you're so pretty. You look a hundred times better in person."
Han Areum meant it. She thought she was pretty, but Ji-won Young's figure in that dress, her face... perfection without a single flaw.
Ji-won Young couldn't take her eyes off Han Areum either.
"Areum-ssi, wanna sign with our company? Start as a model, I'll get you an acting coach, and we can cast you in our upcoming movie together."
Han Areum was so stunned she couldn't process it.
"Pardon???"
"Come here. Sit. It's fate, after all."
A cute girl was already on the sofa, so Han Areum hesitated to sit next to her.
"Ah, our newest rookie actress. She's got killer acting skills—you could learn a lot from her, Areum-ssi. Perfect if you share the same coach. Introduce yourselves. This is Kim Gayeong. Gayeong-ssi? Meet Han Areum-ssi."
"Ah? H-hi... I'm Kim Gayeong."
She was a pretty girl with kind eyes and a ponytail of brown hair that suited her perfectly. Han Areum couldn't help but admire her. How were there so many beautiful women here? It made sense—this was an entertainment agency.
"Hi. I'm Han Areum."
They exchanged awkward greetings and sat on the sofa.
"Hold on a sec~"
Ji-won Young made a call, and a secretary brought in contract papers. Han Areum was still dazed. U Mi-young sipped coffee nearby, nodding approvingly.
Yeah... acting was my dream... maybe now I can chase it?
Han Areum instinctively knew this was a huge opportunity. A chance to pursue her dream. She scrutinized the contract. No real restrictions, exclusivity for ten years, and...
"No way..."
Han Areum's eyes widened as she looked back at Ji-won Young.
"Areum-ssi, is there some unreasonable clause?"
"The signing bonus... 5 billion won?"
"Ah! Your value's way higher, but company policy caps it. This is the max we can offer."
"N-no, it's just... too much..."
"Oh, don't undervalue yourself! You've gotta hold your head high, Areum-ssi."
A bead of sweat rolled down Han Areum's nose and dripped onto the contract. She slowly signed her name.
"Okay! Good choice, Areum-ssi!"
Han Areum signed, shook hands with Ji-won Young, and shared another light hug.
"Now you're family. We'll contact you about start date and schedule. Oh, right—you're Belphegor-nim's apostle, yeah?"
"Kyaaak!"
Han Areum clapped a hand over her mouth in shock. With regular human Kim Gayeong right there, exposing her identity like this?
"Oh, don't freak out. We're all family now anyway."
Kim Gayeong just covered her mouth and smiled nonchalantly.
"I'll book a mana measurement at the Hunter Association—get registered. With your level, A-rank's a breeze."
Reading Han Areum's worried expression, Ji-won Young continued.
"Mana tests won't reveal if it's Belphegor-derived power. Posing as a hunter has more perks. An A-rank hunter and top-model beauty? The world's gonna go wild."
U Mi-young nodded too. Sensing Han Areum's concern, U Mi-young slowly pulled something from her pocket.
"I'm an A-rank hunter too."
U Mi-young beamed, flashing her hunter ID with her photo. Only then could Han Areum exhale in relief. She double-checked the contract stamped with 5 billion won. Not a dream. In this hellish world, she'd seized the opportunity of her dreams.
"Looking forward to working with you, Areum-ssi. Let's shake up Korea together."
Ji-won Young grabbed Han Areum's hand and smiled brightly—no trace of fakery. Han Areum gripped back without thinking.
"Yes... Unnie! I'll work hard!"
U Mi-young watched from the sofa, pleased. The gem she'd scouted was finally shining. With this girl... I can get revenge on that bastard Park Woojin.
Then Ji-won Young clapped to liven things up.
"Alright, pretty ladies! Down to business? The White Mask Demon King should arrive soon."
Tension rippled across Han Areum and U Mi-young's faces. Kim Gayeong, unfazed, checked something on her tablet.
"What... kind of person is the Demon King-nim?"
Han Areum asked cautiously. U Mi-young answered.
"Far more powerful and merciful than you imagine, Areum-ssi. But cross him... and it's horrors beyond imagining."
U Mi-young's voice trembled faintly. In that instant, every light in the office flickered. A unpleasant zzzzing buzzed as the room temperature plummeted. Even in midsummer, breath fogged the air with chill.
"He's here."
Ji-won Young whispered low, standing. She bowed deeply toward the darkest corner at the back. U Mi-young and Han Areum scrambled up and followed suit.
From the shadows, amid blue flames, something slowly emerged. Space warped illusion-like, a shadow blacker than night taking form. At its center stood a man in a pure white mask.
He said nothing, but his presence crushed the air. Breathing felt impossible.
"Demon King-nim, we've been waiting."
Ji-won Young said respectfully. The white mask slowly turned, scanning U Mi-young and Han Areum. Through the mask's slits, his gaze pierced. The moment it touched them, their blood froze.
"So you're the ones. Belphegor's new toys."
A low, resonant voice via modulator. Emotionless, yet overwhelmingly intimidating.
"We greet the noble Demon King-nim."
U Mi-young said, voice shaking. Han Areum, terrified mute, got a quick whisper from U Mi-young.
"Just bow your head, Areum-ssi. I'll handle the talking."
Terror-stricken, Han Areum could only nod.
"I heard you have business. State it briefly."
The white mask flopped onto the sofa, crossing his legs. Arrogance and leisure in every move. U Mi-young swallowed and mustered courage.
"Demon King-nim... there's someone tormenting us. His name is Park Woojin... a demon hunter."
"Demon hunter?"
The mask tilted slightly, intrigue palpable.
"That bastard... toyed with us, Belphegor-nim's apostles, like playthings. Please... punish that arrogant human."
U Mi-young knelt, pleading desperately. Han Areum followed suit. The mask was silent. His gaze slowly roamed their bodies—blatant, appraising, greedy.
"Why should I help worms like you with revenge?"
The cold voice crushed their hopes.
"Th-that's..."
U Mi-young faltered. Ji-won Young stepped forward.
"Demon King-nim, they're Belphegor's apostles. Take them as your subordinates, and your influence in T-16 grows stronger."
"Ho... my subordinates?"
The mask stroked his chin.
"Worthwhile bitches?"
He stood, approaching the kneeling women. A finger lifted U Mi-young's chin.
"Faces are decent. Body?"
His hand dove into her blouse, roughly grabbing her ample breast. A short moan escaped her.
"Hngh...!"
"This one's solid too."
His other hand seized Han Areum's breast. She trembled like a leaf, heart pounding in terror.
"Why so shaky? Scared of a tit grab? Mute?"
"Hiiik!"
Han Areum's terrified look was pitiful. U Mi-young intervened.
"The lowly girl doesn't know how to act before Demon King-nim for the first time. Forgive her, please."
The white mask Demon King scratched his chin.
"Prove your worth... personally."
He commanded, looming over them.
"Satisfy me here, now. With your bodies, your skills. If you do... dealing with one puny demon hunter's easy."
Their faces paled. But refusal wasn't an option. This was command—and their only shot.
Kim Gayeong approached casually, kneeling before the mask and biting his zipper down with her teeth.
"This is how you serve Master, Unnies."
She flicked her tongue, licking the protruding massive cock. U Mi-young and Han Areum stared blankly. Resigned, they crawled between his legs too.
Three women knelt before his huge cock.
"Lick."
The cold order fell. They hesitated, but Kim Gayeong demonstrated. Her tongue wrapped the glans, circling. A satisfied sigh leaked from the mask.
Finally, U Mi-young and Han Areum began licking. Three tongues explored the massive pillar.
Slurp... chuup... gulp... Lewd sounds filled the office.
U Mi-young worked skillfully. But the moment her tongue touched it, an eerie familiarity hit.
Wait... this size... this hardness... no way...
Flashback to that night Park Woojin toyed with her. The glans shape, vein thickness... too familiar. Her tongue faltered.
Han Areum felt it too. Clumsy but desperate, sucking. The massive presence filling her mouth recreated that shameful memory perfectly.
No... impossible. This cock... that fucker's...
Her eyes shook in horror. Oblivious, Kim Gayeong attacked balls and perineum devotedly. The mask gripped their hair, thrusting deeper.
"Guhk...! Glrk...!"
The cock plunged into throats. Choking tears flowed, but they took it desperately. This proved their worth.
The mask leaned back, serviced by three. A satisfied smile on his face.
"Good... very good..."
He grabbed U Mi-young's head, cumming first in her mouth. Hot semen flooded her throat. Taste, scent, viscosity... identical to Park Woojin's.
"Cough...! Ngh...!"
She choked but swallowed it all. Her mind swirled in chaos.
No, coincidence. All cocks are similar...
Next, he sprayed Han Areum's face and tits. White fluid dripped down her pale skin. The smell triggered full-body recall of that humiliation.
Finally, he aligned with Ji-won Young's pussy, cumming deep inside. She shuddered in pleasure, accepting it.
The four women sprawled cum-soaked on the floor. The mask tidied his clothes, looking down.
"Your value... confirmed."
He murmured low.
"As Belphegor gains from fear, Baal from dopamine... I gain from pleasure. To face demon hunter Park Woojin, I need more pleasure energy."
U Mi-young and Han Areum rose wearily, bowing.
"Belphegor probably won't even respond. Right?"
"Yes."
"You'll labor for my pleasure energy awhile."
"Pardon?"
"What?"
Their minds still churned with doubt and confusion, but submission was their only choice. Belphegor hadn't answered even in T-16.
"Spread again."
Thus, Belphegor's two apostles became the white mask Demon King's cock slaves—clueless it was the Park Woojin they'd sought to kill.