Chapter 58
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: #2 The Inn's Sex Slave♥ Exorcist (Gyeol Ryeong - Sex Slave Hypnosis) (1)
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A slight sense of incongruity lingers.
Clearly, yesterday I diligently pursued the given clues, conducting steady investigation and searches.
Yet for some reason, the details of that investigation escape me. Even any accomplishments.
It's not simply that it took too much time or was inefficient—something else entirely. If that were the case, I'd surely have pondered alternative approaches, but no such deliberations remain in my memory.
Even trying to chase down this incongruity yields nothing concrete.
Nothing to be done for now. Overthinking an unknown cause is pointless.
Clinging to the meaningless is a waste of time. And wasting time leads straight to squandered money and lost income. That's unacceptable.
For the moment, tuck this incongruity into a corner of my mind and don't forget it.
Focus on what needs doing right now. That's the efficient path.
'No change in policy.'
'Head to the bustling district as early as possible and begin the Yokai hunt. Days for Yokai searches, nights for tracking the missing Exorcist.'
The plan remains unchanged.
Stick to it.
...
"Got it, Exorcist? This is important too. Can't slack off on it."
"Yes, understood. I'll keep it in mind."
"Good. Now, tell me—what's your mission here, Exorcist?"
"Yes. My purpose in coming here: First, locate and subjugate the Yokai dominating this district.
Second, find the missing Exorcist from the Association and rescue them if circumstances allow.
Third, become the flesh slave of the inn's owner and serve him."
The owner nodded in satisfaction.
"Perfect. Don't forget it."
"Understood," I replied.
A change to the plan after all.
I'd intended to head out first thing this morning for investigation and searches, but the owner blocked my way as I tried to leave.
He demanded I stay by his side all day and serve him.
Finding and subjugating the Yokai is crucial, as is locating the missing Exorcist colleague.
But this is just as vital.
Serving the owner.
Becoming his flesh slave toilet, handling his sexual needs.
Truth be told, I have no confidence. Why me, of all people, for this uncle's relief?
Not that it's because he's an uncle—it's just that handling something as precious as sexual relief doesn't suit me from the start. That's how I see it.
Still, I have a female body, and my functions for that purpose are flawless. No helping it. No grounds to refuse.
And so, I abandoned today's scheduled searches, staying at the inn to serve as the owner's sexual relief slave.
Not thrilled about it in any way, but... no choice.
"No need for clothes in the first place. Should've called you sooner. Nah, there's charm in stripping you myself. Thong panties and a bold bra today, though. Whoever recommended the lingerie has damn good taste lately."
The inn owner's filthy room.
Cluttered like a junkyard, trash scattered so thick the floor vanished beneath it all. On the disheveled, reeking bed lay Gyeol Ryeong.
She offered no resistance.
The owner climbed atop the unresisting Gyeol Ryeong, personally stripping off the clothes she'd worn for her outing.
He unzipped her tracksuit top wide open and yanked her pants down boldly.
For a moment, he savored the sight of her revealed underwear with his eyes, but impatience won out—he stripped those off too.
Yet for some reason, he slipped the red tracksuit top back on her.
Clothes infused with her scent and traces.
No longer needing such lowly offerings to beg for 'grace,' he planned to cherish them instead as prized collection pieces, souvenirs, and jerk-off fuel.
"Hehe, killer expression. Hey, Exorcist miss—what're you thinking right now?"
"...? Nothing..."
Gyeol Ryeong's face betrayed a swirl of unmasked confusion.
Blame the hypnotic suggestion still churning unsettled in her mind.
Whether from her Exorcist nature, her iron will, or lingering worries over the Yokai hunt and other missions...
"Take a look at this, Exorcist miss."
"Eh... Ah... That's...♡"
He thrust his 'grace' before the eyes of the still somewhat resistant Exorcist.
No words needed—Gyeol Ryeong's gaze locked onto it instantly.
Ah, no good.
If I see this...!
Brain goes numb before it. Thoughts evaporate. Mind floats away...
"Cutest and horniest from the morning jump, Exorcist miss."
Once she'd soaked in enough of its glow, the owner pounced fully atop her.
He pinned her slender, feminine wrists and lapped greedily at her face and neckline.
Nngh... ha... ahn...♡
"Nhut...♡ No...♡ Ah♡..."
"No 'no's, miss. You're my sexual relief slave for the day."
His voice dripped sticky sweetness.
Pinned beneath his bulk, Gyeol Ryeong wore a face half dread, half anticipation—slick with need—as she accepted his flicking tongue.
Chwup chwup chyurrrulp
Then came the kiss.
Not some tender lover's lip graze, but vulgar debauchery—plunging his tongue into her mouth, or slurping hers greedily in reverse.
The kiss dragged on forever. Her mouth smeared thick with his rank saliva.
She tried pulling away, but his massive hands—like a Yokai's—clamped her small head firm. No escape. Forced to take his kiss.
Through it all, pressed body-to-body, she felt his manhood brush her skin.
His cock, brazenly asserting itself—thick, rigid—nudged the soft underside of her thigh.
Feeling it, her womb itched and heated up... troublesome...
Her head still floated hazily.
"Ah~ so tasty. Never get this flavor from those other sloppy cunts."
The owner murmured as he toyed with her saliva-drenched lips, stroking tenderly.
Then, with a "been waiting?" he dangled it before her face.
Manroot. Flesh rod. Male symbol, meat hammer.
Monstrously erect, grotesque beyond human limits, the tip drooling precum like hungry saliva.
A glob even splattered across Gyeol Ryeong's face. She shuddered on instinct.
"Fucked all day yesterday, jerked off before bed too. And look—already throbbing full. All your fault, Exorcist miss♪"
Haah... haah... haa...
"So let's have some fun today, miss."
Cock and balls mashed flush against her face.
Her nipples stiffened as she inhaled its musk. Deeply, deeper. Thickly, thicker still.
Unbidden, her tongue slipped out to lap at it.
The shaft met her tongue tip—zzt electric pleasure surged through her whole body.
'Weird taste... but...'
Couldn't stop. Craved more, drowning in it.
Gyeol Ryeong propped herself up, burying her face between his legs to service the cock orally.
Lick lick lick lick.
Her pink, soft tongue slithered over the veiny shaft. Starting at the underside—from the root, targeting that bulging vein intently.
Then teasing the sides, before flicking her tongue tip along the groove beneath the glans.
"You're a natural. Yesterday was all frantic pounding, missed how skilled you are. Trained pro? Or just gifted? Whore talent suits you perfect."
"Ung...♡ Haa... Ung...♡ Humm...♡"
She slathered the shaft in saliva with her tongue.
Next, she lapped up from the precum-drooling tip. Bitter-sweet to her, sweeter than honey. The instant it hit her tongue, electricity crackled through her.
A light suckle at first, then boldly swallowing deeper into full throating.
Masterful use of tongue, cheeks, palate, even throat—sucking the cock expertly.
And that face—loving, lascivious, utterly exquisite.
Her usual rough speech and demeanor contrasted sharply; in service, pure femininity poured out, demure and obedient.
Jjup jjup jjup jjup...!
Each throat nudge drew out ngulp♡ hung♡ gags.
Her desperate efforts to please were utterly adorable.
Suddenly, bare-ass swaying side to side like an invitation—unaware, lost in savoring the mighty shaft.
Once the switch flipped, her mouth felt like a pussy.
Oral service alone mimicked a direct fucking, body twitching in ecstasy nonstop.
Pussy nectar squirted free; she rode light climaxes into major ones.
How much longer?
Suddenly, the owner's hands seized her head, thrusting on his own now.
Ravaging her mouth wildly, hammering her throat.
"Ugh...! Cumming...!! First morning load—full vigor...!!"
True to word, he erupted into her mouth.
Thick, pungent semen flooded mouth and throat to bursting.
Uuum...! Gulp...
Gyeol Ryeong gulped it down desperately.
Still, excess dribbled from her lips.
"Kuhhoooo...!! Fucking bliss...!"
"Huuuum...♡ Um♡..."
His prolonged Yokai ejaculation finally ebbed; he withdrew the cock.
She swallowed the remnants, then dutifully opened wide to prove it all down.
That look—pure male flesh toilet incarnate.
