Chapter 61
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: #2 Errand Exorcist (Gyeol Ryeong - Bathroom Anal Sex) (1)
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When I woke up in the morning, my memories felt strangely hazy for some reason.
It was like I'd had a weird dream.
I couldn't quite remember what it was about... but it felt lewd somehow.
"......?"
Come to think of it, how many days had it been since I arrived in this 'Sin' district?
I had a feeling I hadn't made much progress on my investigation during that time.
I had no intention of slacking off, so why was that?
"Oh, perfect timing. I was just about to come fetch you. Up bright and early as always."
As I stepped out of my room, the innkeeper was standing there in a baggy tank top, all slumped over.
Ugh, of all the luck.
He wasn't exactly someone I wanted to see. Ever since I first checked into this inn, he'd been giving me these sleazy looks.
And to top it off, the old geezer was ancient.
Even more shocking than the tank top and boxer shorts was the fact that he was wandering around with a full-on erection bulging through his underwear.
What the hell? Is he right in the head?
If it were any other woman, it would've been straight-up sexual harassment—worthy of a slap. Good thing it was me. Old guys shouldn't have that much vigor.
He looked puzzled at my openly disgusted expression.
I wished he'd notice that embarrassing thing down there, but instead, he just stared at my face.
Just look at your crotch already, for crying out loud.
"Lost your memory again, huh? Hey, what do you remember? What were you doing yesterday, miss?"
"...What are you talking about...?"
What did he mean, what was I doing yesterday?
Yesterday... yesterday?
What did I do yesterday?
I figured I must have kept searching for yokai... but when I tried to recall, nothing came up clearly...
"Take a look at this."
"Ah...."
Something was held out in front of my troubled face.
A familiar object. Staring at it pulled in my gaze, my very consciousness.
"Now, look straight at it and remember, miss."
My eyes were stolen by it. I felt a strange sensation, like my soul was being dunked entirely into ink.
It was a familiar feeling—one I'd experienced many times before.
And after a few seconds like that, the fog finally cleared from my mind, and I remembered everything clearly.
Why I was here. That I had to serve this man as a sex slave. And the tasks he'd ordered me to do today.
Why couldn't I remember? Was it amnesia? Early-onset dementia?
Either way, I realized my behavior just now had been incredibly rude. I quickly bowed my head.
A man could walk around erect first thing in the morning. And besides, I wasn't even human—I was just a cocksleeve onahole hole.
No need for tools or objects to hide an erection. Especially when using an onahole—you have to get hard first. It was perfectly natural.
But I'd gone and had weird thoughts about this great male's erection. Bad thoughts, bad eyes.
How dare I, a mere female, overstep like that.
"Sorry about that, sir. I must not have been fully awake."
"That's alright. You remember what happened yesterday now, right?"
"Yes, I remember."
Yeah, yeah. That's right.
Yesterday, I'd cleaned the innkeeper's room with Dom.
We ate together, watched some crappy, boring movie.
And I fulfilled my duties as a cocksleeve onahole by handling his sexual needs—the ones too tough for him to manage alone.
And today, I was supposed to keep helping him tidy up the inn.
"That's right. Glad you remember. You'll be heading out on an errand, but that's no problem, yeah?"
"Yes. I'll hurry back."
"No rush. And make sure to stop by that 'lingerie shop' like always."
"Got it."
I headed back to my room to get ready to head out.
First, wash up, get dressed properly, and then...
'Oh, right—before that.'
The innkeeper said nothing, but he was thrusting out his lower half expectantly, waiting.
His groin was still pitching a lively tent, like there was nothing to hide.
First things first: service that cock.
I could only head out after settling this man's vigorous morning wood.
I blasted a massive load first thing in the morning.
The innkeeper had no work, so he slept early and rose early.
Normally, even waking early left him bored—no chores, so he'd wander outside or lie idly in his room.
But these past few days, he woke each morning full of anticipation.
His dick sprang up with him, itching to fuck the bitch resting in the guest room.
This morning, he'd dragged Gyeol Ryeong to his room and unloaded one on her tits, two in her pussy.
Then they went to wash up in the bathroom together, where he couldn't hold back and pumped another into her ass.
Thanks to the yokai's boundless stamina boost, it still wasn't enough—but for now, this would do.
He had an errand to send her on outside, so this was it for now.
Four days since he'd started dominating Gyeol Ryeong with the replenished 'Grace.'
He'd enjoyed her nonstop from morning till night these past few days, so he could hold out for half a day.
The errand wouldn't take long, and if he couldn't wait, there was always the substitute: Dom.
Someone might say just send Dom instead, but she was irreplaceable for housework.
Plus, Dom was just as appealing a cocksleeve. Half a day out wouldn't hurt.
Only one concern nagged at him.
"Already burning through the 'Grace' like this..."
He gazed at the 'Grace' on his palm, his mind a tangle.
That mysterious yokai he'd encountered one night. The 'Grace' she'd replenished was an unprecedented amount, letting him control Gyeol Ryeong freely.
But it was depleting faster than expected.
Before, he'd only used it for one or two commands at a time, controlling for just 1-2 hours.
This time, multiple orders, nearly 24/7 domination.
Naturally, the consumption was rapid.
He'd never used it this much or dominated anyone this thoroughly, so he couldn't gauge the drain.
At least he sent her to her room to sleep late nights to morning—saving some. Keeping her beside him all night like a dead wife would've been impossible.
'Not just that.'
He was controlling two bitches now.
One was Gyeol Ryeong. The other, Dom.
But dominating Dom barely used any 'Grace.'
Like with a normal woman—or even less.
A solid hypnosis lasted days without more.
True to the first day's commands, she still called him 'Master' without extras.
Afterward, only minor tweaks.
Gyeol Ryeong was different.
For some reason, each control session guzzled massive 'Grace.'
Plus, the hypnosis wore off multiple times a day, forcing constant reapplications.
This morning, it'd faded again upon waking. She seemed to have forgotten calling him 'Master.'
Her fuzzy memory of yesterday might be from the unstable hypnosis.
'Must be because she's an exorcist.'
He'd heard rumors about exorcists—not Gyeol Ryeong, others. They came to the 'Sin' district clueless: men killed, women turned into toys.
He'd seen them, but never gotten involved directly.
They were pretty enough, but as a lowly cult grunt, he couldn't touch them.
Still, he remembered how captured exorcists resisted hypnosis unlike other women.
Even vice-bishop level 'Grace'—they fought back, tried counterattacking.
Those exorcists fell helplessly only when 'that one' intervened personally.
He only knew rumors after that.
Maybe that's why Gyeol Ryeong was tough to control.
His lucky haul of 'Grace' rivaled vice-bishop quality, but even that couldn't fully conquer her.
'When will that yokai bitch show up again? Will she really come back? Replenish the 'Grace'? ...Did I burn through too much? Should've rationed it.'
Lost in complicated thoughts as he entered his room, he sensed a presence.
Looking up: Dom. He'd assigned her inn and room cleaning today.
"What? When'd you get here? Something wrong?"
"No☆ Nothing like that☆ Just had some business with Master☆"
Dom approached, lightly touching the 'Grace' on his hand.
As her fingers brushed it, the dim glow reignited brightly.
The innkeeper stared in shock. Dom smiled, locking eyes with him.
"You...!" His eyes widened in surprise, but meeting her glowing gaze, his face went blank, hypnotized.
"No need to remember this, so forget I was ever here☆"
"Yes, I'll forget."
"You're doing well, so keep it up☆ But there's an issue: I'll keep supplying 'Grace,' but... it won't always be the same amount. It'll dwindle over time. Keep that in mind."
"Yes, understood."
The hypnotized innkeeper nodded obediently to Dom's words.
She gave a few more warnings and tips, then vanished silently, just as she'd appeared.
Moments after Dom left, the innkeeper regained consciousness.
The 'Grace' in his hand was solidly replenished, shining as bright as before.
