Chapter 0
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue: Exorcist Gyeol Ryeong
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A hand groping my butt.
The emotion that welled up was a weary 'not again.'
Inside the subway car.
I'd deliberately dressed in baggy sweats that hid any hint of sex appeal, and I'd even avoided rush hour. Yet somehow, this idiot still couldn't be avoided.
'Ah, I want to kill him.'
This body might be female, but I'm no woman.
That's why I figured I didn't feel the same level of shame that women do.
But shame aside, it was disgusting to have some random guy pawing at my body without permission.
Maybe it's a misunderstanding... With that thought, I subtly glanced back to give him a hint.
A bespectacled man who looked to be in his forties. He didn't even notice my glance, too fixated on staring downward and groping my butt with mindless fervor.
Irritated, I reached back to push his hand away. But this pervert's grip only grew more insistent, clinging tighter. His fingers started kneading harder, grabbing and squeezing.
"Mister, enough already...!"
No reaction from him, even to my mutter. I'd known it from the blank look in his eyes earlier—this guy was completely enchanted.
Normally, I'd scream for help or call the cops.
But I had special circumstances. Any commotion would drag me into trouble too. So I wanted to avoid making a big scene if possible.
Luckily—or unluckily—this car had fewer people, and my spot was a perfect blind angle. No one seemed to notice anything odd.
I'd chosen the very end of the car to avoid attention. Though that might be why he was bold enough to grope me like this.
So for now, no one would catch on. If I stayed quiet, no fuss would kick up.
'About two minutes until the next stop.'
In the end, I decided to endure it.
As long as I didn't react and no commotion started, no one would look our way.
Sure, my butt would be this guy's plaything in the meantime...
'This guy's not bad... No, he is. He's always full of lust, that's why he got enchanted like this.'
He kept kneading my butt. A chill ran up my spine.
I tried to ignore the irritating sensation—and the faint pleasure rising alongside it.
It wasn't because I'm some pervert enjoying this.
It was all because of the 'curse'. Thanks to some damn yokai.
Those two minutes felt like twenty before they finally passed.
The subway pulled into the next station, and I stepped straight out through the open doors.
The man, whose hand had grown bolder and started creeping up my inner thigh, tried to follow as I hurried away.
But before he could, my hand wrapped around his.
And through the contact, I channeled the spell I'd prepared in advance.
"Gaaahhh?!"
A piercing scream. His hand flew off me, and as I shoved him back into the car, I stuck out my tongue at him.
It was fine. Just a mild jolt through the body. I'd also slapped on a curse for nonstop diarrhea for the day. Fair payback for groping someone's butt to his heart's content.
"Think about what you did and live straight, mister. Or you'll get hurt bad someday."
I glared down at him twitching on the floor in a daze as the doors slowly closed.
I wanted to beat him down more, but it was enough. I turned and walked away.
The Exorcist Association—my part-time gig—was just one more stop from here.
I didn't feel like waiting for the next train, and there was no guarantee the same thing wouldn't happen again. So I decided to walk.
Mindful of the heavy sway in my chest with each step and the slightly shorter stride, I headed out of the station.
This body was such a pain.
I'm an exorcist.
One who'd gotten hit with something ridiculous like the Succubus Curse.
