Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Day 2 Evening: Body Modification (Gyeol Ryeong - Tentacle Restraint, Body Modification)
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Dom had watched the entire scene from start to finish.
Of course, any ordinary person would have had no clue what was even happening.
But Dom wasn't an ordinary person. That's why she could tell.
The opponent was a yokai that had gathered a decent amount of power.
By exorcist standards, it was probably around B+ rank.
It had likely sucked up the energy of this land to its heart's content. This place was a particularly nutrient-rich power spot, brimming with lustful energy.
Gyeol Ryeong had dispatched a yokai of that class with ease. Her actions were decisive, and the kick infused with such crisp spiritual power that it sent that massive bulk flying—impressive.
'Still... just a little? Disappointing?'
Undeniably impressive. Taking down a B-rank yokai that effortlessly.
But what was it? Unexpected? Or within expectations?
It didn't surpass Dom's imaginings. Solidly strong, maybe that's the best way to put it.
Against any other opponent, she would have applauded and lavished praise. But—
'That woman left her mark on it especially. I figured there'd be something even more extraordinary.'
Something truly beyond imagination, some unknown marvel.
For now, at least, nothing like that had shown up.
Of course, the opponent might have been too weak, and the fight too quick for anything to reveal itself properly.
What piqued her interest even more was the wooden chunk Gyeol Ryeong pulled from the ashes.
It looked like a plain stick of wood, but to Dom's eyes, it felt like it had briefly become a long sword.
In fact, the yokai had been bisected with a clean cut, as if sliced by something razor-sharp. It wasn't just an illusion.
Tremendous energy emanated from that stick. Pure energy that, if harnessed right, could greatly amplify a yokai's power.
The yokai that had just fallen was probably drawn to it. And the fact that it had grown larger and stronger than what Dom had occasionally observed might be due to its influence.
Maybe even Gyeol Ryeong's status as a special grade exorcist came from that talisman.
It's not uncommon to get an inflated evaluation by using expensive tools beyond your natural skill.
'But if this is all there is to it.'
She liked Gyeol Ryeong. Her looks, her personality, her strength.
But if this was everything she had—no surprises beyond imagination—Dom's affection might cool off. She might end up just like any other female: a mildly amusing toy, nothing more.
Of course, either way, it would be the worst outcome for Gyeol Ryeong.
After slaying the yokai in the incinerator, I moved on to the cleanup.
Defeating a yokai doesn't end things. There might be others in a group, or sometimes an object or core representing the main body is hidden away.
Besides, places where yokai of a certain grade linger get contaminated, making it easy for lustful energy to gather or causing environmental changes.
Sometimes other yokai wander into the vacated territory, feed on the lingering yokai power and lustful energy, and grow.
Before you know it, you're back to square one—or worse.
That's why cleanup is non-negotiable.
"So, is the mansion safe now? Did you completely exorcise that monster?"
"No. This was just a small fry."
I answered Dom's question plainly.
I'm not bragging; this yokai truly wasn't the target.
It had gathered some power, but it lacked intelligence on sight, its body grotesquely warped from rapid growth—not the class to claim this territory.
Plus, its yokai power didn't match the nature of what I'd detected yesterday.
It was just influenced by sharing the same space; not the main body.
In conclusion, this one was a lucky stray.
A run-of-the-mill stray yokai that had secretly built up power by lingering here long enough to grow this much.
'To grow this much just from the influence... Then the real one lurking somewhere in this mansion—'
After finishing cleanup and inspecting around the incinerator, Dom and I returned to the mansion.
We checked a couple more suspicious spots, but nothing unusual happened, no fights broke out.
Day two's investigation wrapped up like that, and it was time for dinner.
After dinner, it was time for Gyeol Ryeong's "education" session once more.
Mmmph... Mmph...!
Gyeol Ryeong had been led back to that tentacle room from yesterday and was now laid out and restrained on the signature tentacle bed.
Right in front of her eyes as she lay there, Dom's familiar—the massive eye monster—was hovering close, exerting its power.
The hypnosis training using the Gazer was ramped up a notch from yesterday. It would continue repeatedly for the rest of her stay in the mansion.
The goal: a nonstop craving for sex filling her head all day, instincts for sex and service springing forth at the slightest prod, her body and mind brimming with satisfaction for every fetish and kink imaginable.
And it wasn't just virtual experiences via the Gazer.
Today, they were also modifying her body. They'd already mapped out her resilience and weak points from yesterday's session.
Needle-like protrusions from the tentacles' tips were jabbed into spots all over her body.
Through these tubes, they injected special aphrodisiacs and lustful energy into her, directly interfering with and reshaping her flesh.
Once complete, Gyeol Ryeong's body would become one giant erogenous zone, sensitive everywhere.
Moreover, her sensitivity to sexual stimuli would be dozens of times normal—spurting and climaxing from the slightest touch, a pathetic third-rate pussy bitch.
They were also remodeling her pussy today.
It would accommodate any cock size effortlessly while pleasuring it perfectly. At the same time, it'd deliver peak ecstasy from even the tiniest dick or finger—an all-purpose pussy.
Always at max sensitivity, with virgin-like tightness and grip preserved forever.
Reborn as the dream pussy, embodying every desire. Given her already prime material, it might even surpass a succubus—enough to make Dom jealous.
There were plenty more modifications to do.
Her perky breasts and nipples would soften into something that stirred male lust even more; they'd add milk-squirting functionality; remodel her mouth and navel to feel like pussies; amp up pleasure nerves in her womb. Endless possibilities.
But body mods couldn't be rushed; they'd proceed step by step, slowly.
Still, by the end of her stay, they could finish most of it.
How would this cute exorcist take to her body changing day by day?
Gazing down at Gyeol Ryeong on the tentacle bed with eyes full of dark desire, Dom smiled in delight.
"Hoo... Mmmmmm...!!"
With a tentacle tube in her mouth pumping aphrodisiac straight into her stomach, Gyeol Ryeong writhed in her tight restraints, arching her waist slightly.
Love juices gushed from her pussy under modification, followed by squirts of tide.
Dom watched her state for a moment, then left the tentacle room.
"—And that's how the modifications are going. Her body and mind are tougher than expected, so we're pushing to levels I've never tried before."
In the Chairman's office.
Another eye-shaped familiar—not the Gazer—hovered in the center, projecting a holographic image.
It showed Gyeol Ryeong in the tentacle room, mid-modification.
Bound helpless on the writhing meat-tentacle bed, needles and saliva from tentacles jabbed everywhere into the female form.
The ruthless body mods that had broken countless steadfast exorcists were now being inflicted on her.
Yesterday's raw experience had been plenty satisfying; post-mod, it'd be even better. The Chairman's cock throbbed viciously in his pants at the anticipation.
He tore his eyes from the feed.
"And the other reports?"
"We took out the yokai nesting in the incinerator. Nothing special, though."
"That's by your standards. By normal ones, it's got some real power."
"True enough."
She reported her other impressions too.
Gyeol Ryeong was impressive and capable, but slightly disappointing against Dom's high expectations.
And the Chairman, her master, just listened with a relaxed smile.
During the report, the talisman came up.
"That talisman's something special. Could be Ryeong's hidden ace. If we snatch it and absorb its power, it'd be a huge boost—"
"No."
The Chairman, who'd been silent, cut in abruptly.
"Don't touch it. Don't even think about it. It's trickier to handle than you imagine."
"...You know what it is?"
"Not exactly, but if it's what I think, yeah. And it's not what you're imagining, either."
Cryptic words that left her baffled.
But advice not to ignore. Dom shelved her plan to steal it from Gyeol Ryeong.
That wrapped the talisman topic.
"Anyway, what about the rest? You got it, right?"
"Of course."
Dom pulled a small glass vial from her pocket and set it on the Chairman's desk.
Inside swirled something black and ominous, filling it completely. Liquid? Gas? Hard to say.
It held everything from the incinerator yokai Gyeol Ryeong had exorcised today: its yokai power, yokai energy—all compressed within.