Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Trap (Gyeol Ryeong - Hypnotic Palpation) (1)
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Something felt incredibly comfortable.
Like floating gently on the ocean, letting the waves carry my body.
Sometimes my real body even swayed a little. It felt just like being cradled in a rocking bassinet.
Then, someone's voice reached me.
Familiar yet unfamiliar. But strangely, the more I listened, the better it made me feel.
"From now on, just answer with 'yes.' No other responses are allowed."
"Don't doubt it. It's fine. Just relax like you're on a big ship."
"Then everything will work out perfectly."
Yes, I understand, I replied. Because that's what I was told to do.
It's fine. Just let go, like handing everything over to a big ship.
With that thought, my mind grew wonderfully at ease.
I wanted to stay like this forever...
"......?"
Suddenly, I blinked my eyes open and shut.
What was that? For a split second, it felt like my consciousness had drifted away.
"Miss Gyeol Ryeong, are you alright? You look really tired."
In front of me was the Chairman, speaking with a concerned look.
Right beside him stood the maid, attending him like a servant.
Nothing had changed from the scene moments ago. But for some reason, it felt like time had stretched out or a blank space had formed.
I first checked the back of my hand.
Hidden there was a spell mark invisible to ordinary people or yokai alike.
It changes color in response to any spell-induced changes in my body.
The mark, visible only to my eyes, showed no change—it was exactly as before.
No signs of any spell-based attack, it seemed.
'Was it just my imagination...?'
"Miss Gyeol Ryeong?"
"Oh... it's nothing. I guess I am a bit tired, like you said. ...By the way, that form of address feels a little uncomfortable."
"Hm... How about Gyeol Ryeong, then?"
"That's still... Just call me by my name, casually."
"Got it. Gyeol Ryeong it is. And I'll drop the formal speech too. That okay?"
"Yes. Please do."
The title didn't really matter to me, but somehow it started bothering me.
For some reason, the man in front of me felt incredibly approachable. So it made sense to talk casually.
"Anyway, I want to pick up where we left off──"
The Chairman continued his story.
For starters, I subtly asked about the people who vanished in the fog or what the fog really was, but this man seemed to know nothing.
Still, he wasn't completely clueless—he rambled on at length, but somehow I couldn't focus.
My throat felt dry. Parched, even.
There was no water. Instead, there was the cooled black tea in front of me.
But this black tea...
"Whoops. Am I talking too much? You haven't even touched your tea. Dom, bring out some tea and snacks."
"No, I'm fine without snacks."
"Really? No need to hold back. Why not take a sip at least? It's cooled, but our maid's brew tastes great even cold."
He insisted so nicely—it felt awkward to refuse outright.
More than that, an inexplicable urge washed over me... like I had to follow his words.
'...Huh... But why did I think I shouldn't drink this tea...?'
With that question lingering, I picked up the teacup and took a light sip.
A floral aroma bloomed in my mouth. The sip slid down my parched throat, soaking in delightfully.
'Wow... delicious.'
It really was tasty tea. I'd never had anything like it.
As I thought that, a faint heat tingled on the back of my hand.
The mark on my hand—the one signaling spell-induced anomalies in my body—had turned pitch black.
What does that mean? My thoughts muddled, refusing to process properly as I stared, but the Chairman's voice drew my attention again.
"Something wrong? You okay?"
"...Oh, no... nothing."
"Good. "Ignore that sort of thing," and drink more tea. Tasty, right?"
Right. No need to worry about it. It's probably nothing important.
I turned my attention from my hand and drank more tea.
I'd only meant a sip, but by the time I set the cup down, it was already half empty.
"Anyway, I want to keep talking... Mind standing up for a sec?"
"Yes...."
I stood from my seat.
Following his next instructions, I moved to the empty space beside the sofa and stood there.
The Chairman approached close in front of me. He eyed me up and down like appraising merchandise.
"I don't know the details of what you said, but as the chairman ruling this area, I need to check if newcomers are dangerous and give them some 'education,' no matter their purpose."
I see. Because he's the chairman...
That must be part of the job, I thought, nodding blankly. Being in a high position sounds such a hassle.
As I stood there dazed and accepting, the Chairman's hand suddenly reached out and groped my chest over my tracksuit.
For a moment, I stared blankly before suddenly realizing what it meant and startling in shock.
The instant I tried to shove the man away in alarm, a hand from behind pressed down on my shoulder.
"Please stay still, Miss Gyeol Ryeong."
"N-no, wait, this is sexual harassment...!"
"It's fine. "This is just a standard safety palpation." No impure intentions."
What does that—
...No, right. It's just a palpation.
Why had I freaked out and tried to push him away alone?
Thinking about it, checking for dangerous items on the body was perfectly normal.
"From now on, no matter what happens, don't move without Master's permission. This is all for the palpation."
"Yes... I'll stay... still...."
The maid said that, then joined the Chairman in "palpating" my body.
The Chairman's hands still kneaded my chest over my clothes, while the maid's slid from my shoulders to my waist, now fondling my buttocks.
Touched from front and back. It was just a palpation, but their hands felt strangely good, and a sweet sigh escaped me unwittingly.
My face must be flushed red. I could feel the heat rising uncontrollably.
"Hmm. Pretty big and heavy chest. What size? A few centimeters?"
"...93... centimeters... I think... but maybe bigger now...."
When I first became a woman, I'd gotten a full checkup for underwear shopping.
But as the Succubus Curse strengthened day by day, I'd felt subtle changes in my body.
It might have grown even more.
Not just the Chairman—the maid groping my butt from behind asked for my measurements too.
I answered her questions about waist, hips, and more.
"Masturbation... I've never... tried since becoming this body... I was curious, but...."
I explained my situation fully. How the Succubus Curse made me this body. And how it had only been about two weeks.
The Chairman looked a bit surprised but soon grinned and nodded.
What an open-minded guy. Accepting such an absurd story.
"Dom. Ring any bells?"
"Hmm~ I did think her aura felt awfully familiar~ Hee hee, so that's it~★"
The Chairman and maid conversed intimately without removing their hands from my body.
For some reason, I couldn't follow their talk. They weren't even speaking another language.
The Chairman's hand, kneading my chest, now moved to my nape, face, and lips.
The maid's, from my butt, boldly explored between my thighs—the groin area I deliberately avoided touching.
And I still stood there motionless, just as the maid had instructed.
I couldn't move until given permission...
Finally, the palpation seemed over.
Their hands withdrew, and I remained standing rigidly in place.
But my body and face burned hot. I knew I shouldn't, but I wanted to strip off my clothes right then.
"Hey, Dom. For a proper palpation, we'll need to see everything, right?"
"Yes, Master. Those clothes are in the way."
"Then you can move now—why don't you take them off yourself?"
I stood blankly for a moment, then answered yes and unzipped my tracksuit.
Beneath the parted tracksuit, my gray sports bra came into view. The outside air hit my overheated body, feeling refreshingly cool—a shiver-inducing chill.
The manager had recommended it, since I rejected feminine underwear. It kept my unnecessarily large breasts from bouncing, making movement comfortable.
I stripped off the tracksuit top and pants, left in my underwear.
The Chairman frowned at the sight.
"This is serious. Tracksuit aside, it's all-around bad. Such a waste with a body like that."
"And there's some spell on that underwear."
"Really? Is that true, Gyeol Ryeong? Answer me."
I answered the question.
As the maid said, my underwear bore a spell to suppress the Succubus Curse.
It couldn't fully block it, but better than nothing—a comforting measure.
"Even with that spell, this much lustful energy... It's not the spell—her talent's exceptional. Better than most succubi."
The maid looked genuinely shocked, for some reason. I didn't get what she meant.
"Hmm, I see. Hey, take the rest off too."
Following the Chairman's now even more interested command, I stripped off my underwear, standing fully naked.
Incidentally, my "unsexy underwear" was tossed into the trash right before my eyes.
The underwear itself was cheap, but enchanting it with the curse-suppressing spell had cost a pretty penny... A faint regret flickered, but I felt nothing about it being discarded.
Why? I couldn't say.
"Good. Let's continue the palpation. No problems, right? Answer me, exorcist bitch."
"Yes... no problems."
I replied blankly.