Chapter 62
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: #2 Errand Exorcist (Gyeol Ryeong - Bra/Panty Tribute) (2)
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Today's task was running errands.
I left the inn and boarded the familiar bus heading downtown.
Just in case, I checked beforehand to make sure that man from before wasn't around before getting on, but fortunately, he didn't board today.
Thanks to that, I could ride in peace.
The mission I'd been given was to head downtown and buy supplies needed for running the inn.
They'd even given me money for it.
'But this is basically the lodging fee we paid...'
I'd received a wallet, but the amount inside was about the same as what we'd paid the innkeeper so far.
To be honest, it was an exorbitant price compared to a cheap inn like this.
Since it wasn't my money and Dom hadn't complained, I'd stayed quiet.
In any case, I wasn't in a position to voice any dissatisfaction, so I'd kept my mouth shut.
If I'd had to pay out of my own pocket... well, who knows what I might have done.
'How does that inn even stay in business, anyway? I can't imagine there are many travelers in this fog-shrouded city.'
There were so many questionable things from the start.
How did money circulate in this city? How were store stocks replenished? What about electricity and other utilities?
Radio waves didn't connect to the outside world, yet calls seemed to work fine within the city. That was hard to wrap my head around too.
'But the strangest thing of all...'
Was how crowded it was with people.
And how most of those people were... off.
I couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong with them.
It was just a gut feeling.
For example, back when I'd been groped on this very bus, there were those thugs who aggressively came after me, but also passengers who just watched as bystanders.
Not because they didn't want to get involved, but like they couldn't even perceive what was happening.
The local hole-in-the-wall shops and kimbap places I'd frequented while staying here—their owners would stare blankly into space normally, only snapping to life like they'd been injected with soul when I spoke to them.
Come to think of it, when I'd been molested here before...
The guy in the baseball cap who led the harassment had said something odd.
He'd definitely called them 'NPCs' or something like that.
Said the other passengers didn't matter, that they wouldn't care anyway.
Was he referring to those passengers back then—and all these people who react so strangely?
'...No clue, even after thinking about it.'
Dom seemed to know something.
Maybe I should ask her when I get back.
Lately, though, my mind's been all over the place... I come to, and suddenly it's morning.
As I mulled over all this, the bus soon pulled into the familiar bustling downtown area.
Today's outfit was a white t-shirt, denim shorts, and a cap.
I wasn't sick of tracksuits or anything, but somehow, every set I'd bought had already been used up and handed back to the innkeeper.
I'd offered to return them, but he'd refused.
And told me to buy new clothes—not tracksuits—next time.
I'd said okay for now and wore what Dom had prepared.
That said, these borrowed clothes felt a bit uncomfortable.
'Hmm... the size fits, but...'
Dom said they were comfortably loose on her.
But on me, while most parts were fine, the curve at my chest stood out prominently, which was a little awkward.
What was awkward about it? I was worried about stretching the fabric.
They were borrowed, after all.
I wasn't too concerned about drawing stares to my chest.
Even if my body looked like this, I was still a guy inside.
Others didn't know that, so their eyes might wander there inevitably.
A little staring was fine—I figured they could look all they wanted.
I didn't feel any shame from it. It wasn't like I was a real girl.
Though sure, some weirdo might fantasize about becoming a pretty girl and basking in men's attention.
I vaguely remembered seeing a post like that on some internet forum once. No idea who wrote it.
'Even so, I just don't get that kind of thing.'
Same as a guy or not, nope.
I couldn't relate to those feelings. Surrounding gazes were just annoying.
...Yeah, still don't get it.
Anyway, I had to watch out for molesters.
Like that time on the subway—the Succubus Curse lured and enticed people indiscriminately.
Even upstanding folks could commit crimes they'd never dreamed of because of me.
I could tolerate it happening to me to some degree, but causing trouble for others like that? No way I could accept it.
Yeah. For my sake and everyone else's, I had to be careful.
Lost in such thoughts as I walked, I soon arrived at my target: the department store.
This downtown department store was a place I'd visited before.
I'd bought underwear and tracksuits here.
Not to picture some sleek plaza from outside the fog city—it was more like a '90s-era shopping building.
Only five floors, after all.
I had several stops to make, but first up was the underwear shop from before.
In exchange for free underwear, I had to return the panties and bra I'd worn here every five days.
Unwashed, no less.
'Ugh... handing over my dirty underwear still creeps me out...'
Passing my stained, personal-scented undies to someone else.
Someone might say, "But your insides are still a guy—does it really matter?" But no, gender doesn't play into this.
Plus, I'd grown up in a strict household with servants, so I had ingrained habits of meticulous cleanliness...
As an exorcist, going days without washing during missions and sleeping rough was no big deal.
But trivial daily stuff like this? Harder to get used to.
So yeah, it grossed me out, but what could I do?
They'd explicitly said I had to return them as-is.
Why was I so obedient to the underwear shop owner's words? No idea.
Refusing wasn't an option anyway.
So, I had to give him my panties and bra, still bearing my fluids and scent... ugh.
"It's been a while. You're a bit late past the due date, aren't you? Come on in."
I arrived at the underwear shop and ran straight into the middle-aged store manager out front—no need to look for him.
Gyeol Ryeong was led by the middle-aged manager deeper into the shop.
The back room hadn't changed much from before.
Like a workshop. In one corner sat a workbench piled with fabric and various tools.
Working on some new outfit, maybe?
The other three walls of the not-so-spacious workshop were stacked high with layers of clothes.
Varied and flashy kinds, but mostly impractical stuff like police uniforms or bunny girl costumes.
Cosplay, I guess. Some were downright embarrassing and lewd.
Not practical, but if there's demand, they make 'em.
"Alright, underwear first."
"Here."
Gyeol Ryeong handed a paper bag to the manager, who'd pulled up a workshop chair.
Inside the bag, her worn underwear was neatly packed.
But the middle-aged man took the bag without a care, rummaged through it, and pulled out a pair of panties.
Then, right in front of Gyeol Ryeong, he pressed them to his face and sniffed deeply.
Gyeol Ryeong almost yelped "Kyaa!" without thinking.
"W-Why are you smelling that...!"
"Mm, definitely unwashed, just as instructed. Good girl."
"Ugh... because you told me to."
He rummaged through the bag like it was a treasure chest, pulling items out one by one to savor his spoils.
Sniffing, fondling—Gyeol Ryeong had no idea how to react watching it.
She desperately wanted to bolt right then, but for some reason, she couldn't.
As Gyeol Ryeong endured this agonizing time standing there, the manager suddenly asked quizzically,
"By the way, that's only four sets. I gave you five. Where's the last one?"
"...I'm wearing it right now."
"Then hand that over too."
She was a bit flustered by the remark but understood.
They'd said to return all worn underwear, after all.
No helping it. Time to take it off.
Gyeol Ryeong decided to borrow the changing room first.
But the manager wouldn't allow it.
"Take it off here. Why bother? You've stripped naked in front of me before."
...Had she?
Her memory of that time was hazy; she couldn't recall clearly.
But if he said so, then probably. Which meant her past self had been weird.
No matter that this wasn't her original body, it was hers now.
Exposing it fully in front of someone? That triggered revulsion.
Especially to a creepy old pervert like him.
But resistance and defiance meant nothing.
Because the creepy old manager thrust his "Grace" right in Gyeol Ryeong's face.
Upon seeing it, her defiant expression melted away instantly.
"Yes, understood," she replied obediently, immediately starting to undress right there.
Her shirt and shorts dropped to the floor with soft thuds, followed by her bra and panties, which she carefully folded and offered to the manager.
The manager took the underwear with a nonchalant expression, but through his grip, he felt the lingering warmth where it had touched her skin.
The fresh heat from the just-removed undies seeped into the fabric. Perfect.
Gyeol Ryeong eyed it uncomfortably while covering herself with her arms.
"Eek... Um, could I have new underwear...? And there are some things I need to buy here on the manager's request..."
"Mm, good girl. I'll give you underwear, but can it wait a bit? It's been a while. Take a break. Or is something urgent?"
"Nothing urgent, but I'm here on an errand..."
"Come on, don't be like that. You're already naked—let's have sex?"
Another absurd proposition.
But since he showed the "Grace" while saying it, Gyeol Ryeong couldn't find it strange.
Normally, refusing wouldn't even be allowed,
"No. I'm on an errand right now."
But somehow, Gyeol Ryeong refused.
Surprised by the unexpected response, the manager's face showed shock for a moment before he clicked his tongue.
He had a hunch why.
"The person who sent you on this errand told you that, huh?"
"Yes. While on errands, refuse any demands that might delay the schedule."
Not her own will, but an order imprinted by another's "Grace."
This meant he couldn't sleep with her.
Whoever it was, that was a dirty trick.
The manager ground his teeth inwardly and let out a sigh of frustrated anger without hiding it.