Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: #2 Succubi Love Their Games (Gyeol Ryeong, Dom - Bathroom Yuri Tease)
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Even after what happened yesterday, I didn't feel any real fatigue.
It was nothing an exorcist's stamina couldn't handle with ease.
That's why I woke up in the cheap inn's bed just two hours after falling asleep.
Even that short nap had fully restored my strength.
"Ryeong-ie really recovers fast, huh."
"I'm an exorcist... But what about you, Dom? Did you get any sleep?"
"Mmm~ I'm good too☆ I have my own way of recharging stamina☆"
Saying that, Dom approached me, lifted my hand, and sucked on my fingertip.
I felt a faint pull as my spiritual power was drawn out through my finger. It had happened a few times back at the mansion, so I wasn't too surprised.
Dom released my finger quickly.
"This is how I recharge. Sleep is just a preference—I barely need it."
"...That's weird, that method."
"Hehe, being an exorcist looks plenty weird too, doesn't it?"
Dom must have some kind of constitution like that.
I had no idea what kind it was exactly, but restoring herself by sucking spiritual power from others...
It was almost like a yokai—
No, no. What am I thinking? Dom couldn't possibly be a yokai.
I knew plenty about yokai and spiritual entities, and yesterday I'd even hypnotized an interrogated yokai, implanted false memories, and sent it back. But Dom was just a regular person. She had to be.
"Shall we wash up first, then? It's a cheap inn, so the shower's communal."
"...Sure..."
Nothing special had happened since we arrived at the inn last night.
But with the incident so fresh, we'd stayed inside on alert and only roughly wiped down our dirty bodies with wet wipes from the room.
Now time had passed, the sun was up, and I couldn't hear any commotion outside.
I figured the trouble had blown over. I didn't want to stay sticky any longer... especially the weird feeling between my legs and deep in my belly.
And so, Dom and I headed together to the communal shower on the inn's first floor.
In that open space with no partitions between us, we showered together.
Mmmph... mm... slurp...
While we showered, Dom pinned me against the wall and forced a deep, intense kiss on me.
Sucking my finger earlier hadn't been enough to fully recharge, she said—she was drawing my spiritual power through my lips.
It felt like way more than necessary, but if she needed it, what could I do? I just let her.
Besides, no matter what she did, I couldn't bring myself to resist...
"Ah, aaah...!"
"So cute, so cute, our Ryeong-ie~♪"
It wasn't just kissing—she groped me all over.
And with yesterday's events as an excuse, claiming it was for cleanliness, she focused especially on my pussy, fingering and teasing it... I came over and over even mid-shower... Dom's hands are too lewd...
After thoroughly cleaning up, we bought some kimbap from the shop out front.
Cards wouldn't work here, but cash was fine.
I had no cash on me, so Dom covered it. It was activity funds from the chairman, she said—no need to feel burdened.
Oddly, the bills were old ones you hardly saw anymore. Like yesterday, it gave me this surreal feeling, like we'd time-traveled to the past.
We grabbed kimbap and cup ramen, returned to the inn, filled our bellies, and sorted through the info.
Fortunately, we'd gathered most of what we needed from yesterday.
The interrogation had even yielded clues about the exorcist supposedly here.
"Not everyone seems to be yokai."
Blowing on my ramen, I thought back to the kimbap shop folks and the corner store owner.
Nothing suspicious while ordering or shopping. I'd subtly brushed against them to check, but no yokai presence.
In the worst case, I'd worried the whole village was a yokai den, luring outsiders as bait.
Apparently not. It matched what we'd learned from the interrogation.
"Yeah. Even if some got turned into yokai by blessings... there can't be that many. From my research, the current ruler of this district is a recent arrival. Before that, it was probably just normal folks living peacefully."
Recent meaning ten years ago, Dom added.
So, this area used to be a peaceful neutral zone where ordinary people lived quietly.
Some yokai came along, took root, and instead of conquering by force, offered "blessings" to some locals, turning them into minions.
Those blessed became the yokai's limbs, offering high-quality sacrifices and receiving more blessings—power—in return.
It seemed cumbersome, but similar cases had happened before. Yokai weak in direct combat or lacking confidence often used it—super efficient, and a huge headache for exorcists hunting the ringleader.
Probably a system to protect against natural predators.
Maybe to fend off incoming exorcists like us, or rival district rulers.
This might get a bit tricky.
It'd probably take some time.
And if we weren't careful, the culprit could flee or hide.
But no big deal.
I'm a veteran exorcist, the youngest Special Grade genius.
I knew how to handle cases like this.
The yokai's annoying tactics just made it a little more bothersome—the outcome wouldn't change.
Daring to drug and toy with an exorcist, harming innocent civilians too.
Worse, using "blessings" to seduce people, spreading like a disease, dragging so many into depravity.
Left alone, the whole district—the whole town—would become yokai puppets or fodder.
I couldn't let that happen.
"Full of spirit, huh? The embodiment of justice, Miss Exorcist?"
"...Not hung up on justice or anything, but evil yokai need exorcising. And I'll collect my fee."
"Hehe, love seeing you so pumped. I'll count on you, our Ryeong-ie."
Clapping happily, Dom suddenly pulled something from her pocket.
It was the necklace and gem "blessing" from the yokai I'd killed yesterday.
Oh right, she'd picked it up.
Why keep it? And why show it now—
"Hehe, I figured this would make things even more fun☆"
What... was she talking about? I didn't get it.
More than that, my head felt heavy... something... my consciousness...
The "blessing" necklace... more precisely, the purple gem dangling from it.
Even to Dom's succubus eyes, the hypnosis spell sealed inside was impressive.
Strong enough for most exorcists, easy to use.
But to boost its power, it had restrictions and limited uses.
Or maybe... as contribution rises, the restrictions ease and limits unlock.
Recipients could earn stronger, higher blessings.
That explained the fervent loyalty to "that one."
Dom toyed with the gem in her hand, watching Gyeol Ryeong stare blankly at it.
Slowly swinging the gem side to side, Gyeol Ryeong's eyes followed.
The sight was cutely hypnotic; Dom giggled despite herself.
This hypnosis was potent, but a crude tool like this couldn't match Dom's own.
Especially after a month of refining it into her own. Protecting Gyeol Ryeong from it would be easy if she wanted.
But where was the fun in that?
They'd come all the way to another district.
She wanted to see what the locals planned, what they'd do to this exorcist.
Dom was a succubus. She loved lewd, lascivious things—humans or yokai filled with desire. Watching that was her reason for living, her driving force.
She didn't want to ruin it with meddling.
Besides, left alone, it promised hilarious fun—Gyeol Ryeong in even cuter, more lovable straits.
"Ryeong. Gyeol Ryeong. Listen closely to my voice. Focus on it. From now on, you'll obey my commands—"
Dom recalled the orders that vice-bishop guy had implanted last night—his rules and directives—and reimplanted them into Gyeol Ryeong.
Not just the originals, but arranged to her own tastes.
The new hypnotic suggestions etched into Gyeol Ryeong were worse than before—more insidious, more horrific.
But Gyeol Ryeong herself wouldn't realize. Unfortunate, but inevitable.
Don't forget: Dom was a succubus yokai, an exorcist's enemy.
Even with shared goals, she couldn't be true allies...
"Perfect☆ Let's have tons of fun this time too. Show me all your cute sides~♡"
With all the intended suggestions implanted, Dom slipped her hand into Gyeol Ryeong's pants as praise, cupping and squeezing her soft labia with her whole palm.
