Chapter 46
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: #2 Lingerie Shop (Gyeol Ryeong - Hypnotic Teasing) (1)
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Blinking my eyes shut and open, I finally came back to my senses.
'Huh...? Was I asleep...?'
At some point, I'd collapsed onto the bed and dozed off.
I'd thought my fatigue was completely gone, but apparently not.
Glancing at the time, it hadn't been long since I'd nodded off. Maybe ten or twenty minutes at most.
"Dom...?"
I called out, but there was no reply. No sign of anyone in the room.
The remnants of the kimbap and ramen I'd scarfed down earlier were gone too. Dom must have cleaned up.
In their place, a small scrap of paper sat on the table. A note from Dom.
[Heading out for a bit. Back tonight.]
"...Is she okay on her own?"
After what happened yesterday, I couldn't help feeling a little worried that she'd gone out alone.
But thinking back, not only had she snapped out of it by herself yesterday—she'd even taken down a yokai single-handedly.
If the chairman thought she couldn't protect herself, he wouldn't have assigned her in the first place. He must have figured she could handle things solo.
She'd probably be fine. Still, if she wasn't back by late tonight, I'd go looking.
So, what should I do now?
Even without Dom around, my tasks hadn't changed.
Investigate this city, track down any exorcists here, and rescue them if needed.
To investigate properly, I had to blend in. Standing out too much might invite trouble.
Which meant—
"...Guess I should start with some clothes."
The tracksuit I was wearing was filthy from yesterday, and these were borrowed from Dom.
More importantly, I wasn't wearing any underwear. Those bastards had stripped it off me yesterday and run off with it.
My nipples kept rubbing against the fabric, and both up top and down below felt so exposed...
Anyway, clothes first. Underwear if possible.
No reason to delay. I headed out right away.
If I were outside the fog, I might've grabbed some underwear from a convenience store.
But in this 'sin' district, there were a few hole-in-the-wall shops, but hardly any convenience stores.
Part of it was being near the edge of the zone, but convenience stores might just be rare in this era anyway.
In that case, better to head somewhere crowded.
Like downtown, probably.
"Excuse me, could I ask for some directions?"
Dom knew the area best, but with her gone, I calmly asked the innkeeper downstairs.
He answered kindly in a friendly tone.
For shopping, head downtown as expected. Take the bus from the stop right out front.
"If you leave now, when will you be back?"
"...? Not sure."
"Try to make it back before six."
???
Were people back then always like this? Dictating when guests should return?
It was awkward to argue, so I just murmured, "Oh, okay..." and left the inn.
Still, what was with telling me to be back by a certain time?
But I couldn't refuse the innkeeper's order. He was a man, after all.
Barring anything unexpected, I'd aim to return before six.
'Yeah... no helping it.'
'In this city, defying men is something I must never do...'
I headed to the bus stop he'd pointed out.
Nothing much happened on the bus.
Though I did catch a few passengers' eyes when I glanced around.
Every time I turned, it was someone different, so it didn't seem like they knew me or anything.
Was I drawing attention?
But even if so, I couldn't think why.
I was the only woman on the bus, sure, but that hardly seemed reason enough to stare.
'Not wearing underwear, though...'
I'd switched from Dom's thin clothes to baggy tracksuit.
With this much fabric, it shouldn't show that I was going commando.
No other obvious reasons came to mind—
'...Probably just my imagination.'
Maybe I was just paranoid, thinking everyone was watching me.
I decided not to dwell on it and got off at the designated stop.
Downtown was bustling with people. The streets looked flashier and more polished than back at the inn.
Still rustic compared to outside, of course.
But decent enough. I could probably find good clothes here.
'Man, there are a lot of people.'
Were they all victims swallowed by the fog?
Too many for that.
Unlikely every missing person from the country had ended up here.
Even then, the numbers didn't add up.
'Some other rule at play?'
Come to think of it, Dom's words had felt oddly profound.
Won't get answers just pondering.
And no need to overthink it anyway.
I headed straight into a department store deeper in town.
Dom had left money with her note as "activity funds."
Plenty for what I needed.
'Underwear... lingerie shop...'
Clothes mattered, but underwear first.
This body made going without so uncomfortable.
Breasts jiggling inside my top with every step, that constant empty feeling below... nipples chafing, and worrying they'd poke through if they got hard...
Soon enough, I reached the women's lingerie store.
It was huge and upscale—made me hesitate once I got there.
Did I really need a specialty shop? Supermarkets probably had basic stuff.
I wasn't picky about style anyway...
"Oh? A customer?"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man emerged from the shop.
The clerk? A guy in a women's lingerie store?
"Don't just stand there—come on in."
"Ah, I... um..."
"I said come in. You gonna disobey?"
As he spoke, he lightly shook the necklace around his neck.
A familiar purple gem caught my eye.
Ah, right. I must always obey men—
"Yes..."
In the end, I followed him inside.
The lingerie shop was split in two.
The outer section visible from the street, with a normal female clerk.
And the inner area, partitioned off, dim and dreary, stuffed with blatantly provocative lingerie.
And above all... that sweet scent I'd smelled before hung in the air.
The middle-aged man who'd led me here stood me in front of him, lit a cigarette, and took a drag.
Then he blew the smoke right in my face.
Ah, that's it. This smoke.
Breathing it in made my head floaty...
"'His' gift—the aphrodisiac smoke. You've smelled it before, right, slut? Easy to get here for anyone."
"Aphrodisiac..."
"No need to remember. You'll forget anyway."
He asked for my details.
Name, occupation as exorcist, etc.
But he already knew. Just confirming, he said. All info handed over already.
Once done, cigarette in mouth, he pressed close and groped me over my clothes.
His rough hands felt my soft, yielding skin through the thin tracksuit—bare underneath.
He kneaded my breasts over the fabric, stroked my ass.
Then his hand slipped into my pants, touching my pussy directly.
"Ho. Out and about with no underwear? Total pervert slut. Wasn't like this before the blessing? Overflowing with sacrificial talent already."
"Pervert... no..."
"We'll see."
His fingers caressed my outer lips.
Dom had "modified" me at the mansion—removed all my pubic hair, ensured it'd never grow back.
That bald mound gripped firmly by his thick hand, then a finger delved into the slit, scraping and stirring shallow inside.
"Not even a virgin. Parading a slutty body without panties, shaking your tits and ass to tempt strangers. Reeking of bitch in heat. And you say you're not a pervert whore?"
Finally, withdrawing from my pants, he held his slick fingers before my face, sticking and unsticking them to show the juices.
As if reminding me: what else could a bitch this soaked be but a pervert in rut like a rabbit?
"No... that's not..."
But I shook my head, denying it.
He pressed, repeating the question to force an answer, but I kept denying.
That was when it happened.
As I denied, the purple gem—the blessing—was thrust before my eyes.
"Now, look at this closely. Watch the light inside and count to ten."
I obeyed.
Staring at the swaying light in the gem. Ten seconds.
They flew by. My mind instantly relaxed.
"Asking again. What kind of slut are you?"
Men's words are always right.
I have no right to deny.
My thoughts are wrong; those blessed by grace speak truth.
So I was a pervert slut.
Shaking ass and tits before strange men, wafting bitch pheromones...
"Ah... pervert slut... I am a pervert slut... sorry..."
"That's right. Can't let a pervert slut roam free. So a righteous adult like me disciplining a street whore? Only natural."
"Yes... you're right..."
"Good. Strip off that cheap tracksuit and prepare for punishment. As a moral adult, I'll teach a street slut her place as sacrifice."
Commanded to strip for discipline, I resisted again—but the blessing before my eyes crushed it.
In the end, I unzipped the tracksuit myself, shed it, and stood naked before this lecherous middle-aged man...