Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Morning of Suspicion (Gyeol Ryeong - Lust Seal, Bathroom)
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Gyeol Ryeong was a veteran exorcist. A genius, the youngest to ever earn the Special Grade title—a once-in-a-few-centuries prodigy.
Though only 22, the young exorcist had already seen plenty of battlefields and vanquished numerous dangerous yokai.
She'd even been called in on occasion to handle yokai that incompetent veterans, lacking her talent despite their age, couldn't manage.
That meant frequent encounters with perilous yokai, including some classified as "Special Grade."
These were remarkable feats.
To date, Gyeol Ryeong had defeated a total of three Special Grade yokai.
Special Grade yokai were those capable of wreaking national disasters single-handedly. And she'd taken down three.
She hadn't soloed any of them, of course, but her contributions had been pivotal, earning her the "Special Grade" honor.
Special Grade yokai were terrifyingly powerful, every last one.
Even a genius like Gyeol Ryeong had to steel herself for death—or worse—before facing them.
And among those three, the most troublesome, the hardest to deal with, had been the Succubus Queen.
If it had been a brute-force type, she might have felt confident.
Her spiritual power alone ranked at the top among all exorcists in history.
But the Succubus Queen couldn't be overcome by raw strength alone. Worse, watching her comrades fall under the Queen's sway one by one, sowing chaos—it had been utterly horrifying.
In the midst of that chaotic scene, Gyeol Ryeong managed to land a major blow on the Queen.
But as payment, she received the Succubus Curse, which ultimately forced her to flee without fully subduing the Queen.
Still, the measurement team calculated that the damage Gyeol Ryeong inflicted would keep the Queen dormant for about 20 years.
It stung not to finish the job, but the mission was deemed a success, and the Succubus Queen's name joined Gyeol Ryeong's record of triumphs.
Snap!
I bolted upright, feeling as if I'd just escaped a nightmare.
The blanket draped over my chest slid off from the momentum.
'Wh-what happened to me...?'
The unfamiliar ceiling. The fancy room layout I didn't recognize.
Where was this? Why had I been sleeping here?
I pieced together my hazy memories, recalling how I'd ended up here.
The Association had tasked me with investigating the Mysterious Fog where people were vanishing.
Inside the fog, I'd found a city far larger than the ruined Dong I knew, then headed to a mansion on the hillside for clues.
And then...
My memories sharpened bit by bit.
Though they felt patchy in places, like holes punched through.
Something told me not to dig deeper, so I shifted my focus.
I was naked. Laid out on the bed without a stitch on.
A strange incongruity hit me, and I fully shoved aside the blanket that had fallen to my chest.
There, on my lower abdomen, was a bizarre pattern I'd never seen before.
"What is this...?"
It was etched into my lower belly, shaped eerily like a uterus.
Wings like fallopian tubes extended from either side.
The pattern even emitted a demonic glow.
I sensed malice from it. But its effects? Whether it needed immediate removal? No clue.
Knock knock.
As I fretted over this anomaly on my body, a knock came at the door.
The maid from yesterday entered the room.
"Oh my, you're awake? You must have been exhausted yesterday—you dozed off so suddenly. Glad you slept well, but was the bed comfortable? It's a spare guest room, so it might have some quirks."
"I slept great, but... what is this? What did you do to me?"
"Pardon? What do you mean?"
"This pattern here! You people did some—"
"What pattern are you referring to?"
The maid looked puzzled as she asked. Her gaze fixed on my lower abdomen where I pointed.
Following her eyes, I looked down at my body again.
Between my swollen breasts, my smooth, pale belly. Nothing but flawless skin.
The eerie glowing pattern from moments ago? Gone without a trace.
"Huh...? How...?"
"Looks like you haven't fully woken up yet. Come on, wash up first, then breakfast."
"No, but."
"Don't worry about it and wash up first. Got it, Miss Gyeol Ryeong?"
"Ah... yes."
Right. Why had I made such a fuss?
She said not to worry, so I decided not to think about that pattern anymore.
I got out of bed to wash as suggested, but my eyes drifted to the back of my hand.
The detection spell I'd etched there yesterday was pitch black.
"Something there?"
"...Nothing...."
"Tell me honestly. Something there?"
"......A detection spell... to check if I've been hit by a curse...."
For some reason, I told the maid the truth.
No point hiding it from prying eyes anymore.
'But no choice. I have to obey this household's orders....'
"Hehe, so cautious. But you won't need that—don't worry about it anymore. Better yet, just erase it completely."
"...Yes...."
I placed my hand over the back of it, channeled some spiritual power, and wiped away the blackened mark.
Only then was I led to the bathroom.
I gave myself a quick rinse in the bathroom.
Not every guest room had its own; this was a shared one per floor, so no worries about others.
Fitting for such a grand mansion, it was luxuriously appointed—almost guilt-inducing to use alone.
There was even a tub big enough to call a small pool. But no way was I bathing in someone else's tub first thing in the morning.
"Hoo...."
I turned off the shower and stepped out.
Toweling off roughly, I stood before the bathroom mirror.
A huge full-length mirror.
Reflected there was a woman—objectively and subjectively stunning, with an incredibly erotic body.
No one else. My own body. My own reflection.
I checked my lower abdomen once more.
No trace of that odd pattern from earlier. Just a hallucination, then?
Following the maid's advice not to worry, I brushed it off.
Instead, I examined this woman's body—my body—from top to bottom.
"...Still can't get used to it...."
No, I shouldn't get used to it. Getting comfortable would be dangerous.
That said, even as its owner, I thought my body was gorgeous.
I wasn't one to critique it, but objectively? Undeniably alluring.
Flawless skin, no excess fat anywhere.
Curves where they should be, dips where they belonged.
The manager had measured me top to bottom after I became a woman and called it a "perfectly unrealistic figure."
Hard to take as pure praise when I wasn't a woman (though my body was).
'Breasts so... huge... Even to my eyes, they're insanely pretty. And sexy.'
Was this the Succubus Curse's doing?
Turned me into this lewd body because it's a succubus thing?
"......."
I wasn't even sure what I was thinking.
Dazed, entranced, I found myself kneading my swollen breasts in front of the mirror.
Honestly, I'd never properly groped breasts before or after this body, so I had no idea how.
Then a motion flickered in my mind, and I mimicked it.
Lift from below upward... circle around...
'Don't touch the nipples right away... start with the areola, slowly....'
Was this how women's breasts felt? Or just mine?
Incredible sensation. Indescribable texture.
The heft filling my hands, the weight—beyond words.
And each touch sent a strange, spine-tingling shiver racing up my back.
If groping them felt this good, what about the more sensitive nipples...?
As I fondled, other areas started nagging at me.
Between my legs, that empty space... my most intimate womanly spot.
Fingering the areola and nipples lightly, my other hand cautiously slid downward.
What would touching here feel like? Sure, it brushed during washing or peeing.
But casual contact versus this mood? Totally different.
My hand hovered perilously close to that secret place.
—Miss Gyeol Ryeong, I brought a change of clothes. Leaving them here~.
The voice from the changing room jolted me; I yanked my hand away.
'Wh-what was I about to do...!? First thing in the morning, in someone else's house...!'
The trance snapped like a spell broken.
To avoid any relapse, I hurried out of the bathroom.