Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Underground Club and the Believers' Gathering (Moon Spirit - Handcuffs Micro Bikini)
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Sa-on's outfits weren't limited to just that one.
We laid out the numerous clothes and took turns trying on the ones that fit our sizes, checking their condition one by one. Daom would sew or trim any that were slightly off in size or poorly made right there on the spot.
She really was the ultimate maid. Her skills were astonishing.
"Starting tomorrow, you two will have separate rooms."
After our impromptu fashion show, just as I slipped into a bizarre combo of a barely-there bikini swimsuit covering the essentials and handcuffs, that bombshell announcement dropped.
I blinked, not quite grasping it at first. But Daom seemed to have known already.
The boss shuffled over and groped my fully exposed ass.
Just the feel of his hand on my skin sent chills racing up my spine.
"Tomorrow, we're kicking off business for real. You'll help out with my work. That okay with you?"
"Ugh... What... kind of... work..."
"Nothing big. Just entertain guests in a room for a couple hours. Sometimes as quick as one hour, but you might have to handle several in a day. No problem, right?"
No problem? It was a huge problem.
Servicing the boss was unavoidable, but dealing with other people wasn't part of my mission.
Neither Daom nor I were whores. There was no reason for us to do that.
Above all, our top priority was tracking down and exorcising the yokai ruling this district.
It had been nearly a week since we arrived, with almost no progress, so we needed to hurry. No way could we just nod and say yes to something like this.
"Nngh... Ahh... No... I can't... do that... Hnngh... Haa...♡"
"Eh? Really? Can't you just think of it as servicing me?"
"No way... Ugh... that's not...♡"
Not only was he kneading my ass, but now my breasts too, drawing out unwanted moans I couldn't hold back.
No, stop. I hate making these weird noises...
When he pinched my nipples peeking from under the tiny micro bikini, I let out another pathetic sigh I couldn't suppress.
The boss kept targeting my weak spots, trying to wear me down.
Every time his thick male hands fondled me pleasurably, my thoughts scattered, but I stubbornly refused, insisting I couldn't do it.
"Aww, fine then. Can't be helped."
I thought that was the end of it, but then he shoved that in front of my face again.
One look at it, and my mind turns to mush. I'd obey anything he said...
"Yes... I understand... I'll do it..."
In the end, with that shimmering light of what he called "grace" right there, I gave in easily. I admitted defeat.
The boss praised me lavishly, then shoved his fingers into my pussy and stirred them around.
My pussy got scraped and teased by his thick, wrinkled fingers until I came easily again... My pussy was so pathetic...
With the persuasion for tomorrow's work done and all the outfits checked, I figured we'd dive into our usual sex-fueled night.
But the boss had us get ready to go out instead.
"We have somewhere to be. Gotta line up customers before business starts."
Somewhere to go? At this hour?
When I asked, he just said, "You'll see when we get there."
We donned the outfits he specified, and Daom and I followed him to the little Tico parked out front.
First time seeing him drive. He must not use it much—starting the engine took several tries.
Finally, the car sputtered to life and we were off.
The streets were empty at this hour, streetlights sparse, making everything pitch black.
The sky was shrouded in fog blanketing the whole city—no stars, no moon. Streets with few lamps felt even darker because of it.
About twenty minutes later, we arrived.
Stepping out and looking around, I realized this was a familiar downtown area.
Not the same spot as the department store I'd visited, but a place I'd passed by a few times.
"This way."
'This is...'
Following the boss, we entered a building with flashy neon signs.
A quick glance at the entrance sign revealed a familiar name.
"Hey, Ryeong. This place..."
"Yeah. I know."
Daom whispered in my ear, and I nodded.
The name on the sign was one of the two spots we'd each investigated separately.
One of the prime suspects where the missing exorcist might be held—or hypnotized into humiliating servitude.
"...Let's follow for now."
I signaled Daom with a glance, then trailed the boss inside.
From the entrance, stairs led straight down to the basement.
Reminded me briefly of the mansion's basement, but this was just one floor down, not as deep.
A thick closed door. Even from outside, the blaring music and sounds of debauchery seeped through.
A man in priest robes—someone I'd seen before—stood guard. He exchanged words with the boss and opened the door.
We stepped inside.
The basement was a club, straight out of the stories.
Disco lights flashed everywhere from the mirror ball, pounding music filled the air, mixed with booze and the sharp scent of smoke I recognized.
I'd never been to a club, so I didn't know what was "normal," but something was off regardless.
'They're all wearing those priest robes.'
Most people sported plain black priestly vestments, like from a Catholic church. Some white ones mixed in.
I'd seen those robes before.
The group that visited our hideout.
The one in white was called the "Vice Bishop."
We three, meanwhile, wore raincoats.
Boss in a faded blue one, Daom and I in black.
Pulled from storage, they smelled musty, but close enough to the black robes not to stand out.
The priest robes drew the most eyes, but not everyone wore them.
Some hid in generic black like us, others in hoodies or masks.
Among the crowd, I spotted the guy from the bus in his baseball cap.
'Hope he doesn't recognize me.'
I tugged my hood lower, just in case.
Most striking, though, were the bunny girl waitresses weaving through the priest-robed crowd.
They varied in demeanor, but most served with doll-like, expressionless faces.
"Miss, bend over and show me that pussy?"
"This bunny sis from outside the fog? Where you from? Wanna head over there and fuck like rabbits~?"
The bunny girls didn't just carry drinks and food—they endured blatant sexual demands from the guests.
And they obeyed without a hint of resistance.
In a nearby corner, one was getting her pussy impaled by a robed believer right then.
Her muffled moans blended into the thumping music. I averted my eyes quickly.
Good thing those demands targeted only the bunny girls.
No one bothered us in our robe-like raincoats.
"(Ryeong said she came into the fog looking for the missing people, right?)"
Daom tugged my raincoat and whispered.
The music was loud, but audible enough.
"Yeah, that's part of the mission..."
I focused my spiritual power on my eyes and scanned the bunny girls.
No certainty, but some faces rang a bell—probably missing women.
Others weren't on the list, and not all missing ones were here.
Crucially, no exorcists among them.
Were the exorcists held elsewhere?
Then the only suspect left was the other spot...
"?"
A burst of static cut through the music.
Then a booming female voice echoed through the speakers.
"We will now begin the ritual. All believers, please direct your attention here."
It was a woman's voice—not surprising, with female believers and priestesses around.
Spotlights snapped to the front stage.
New figures entered the venue.
Four women, led in through a side door.
All naked, their shameful private parts fully exposed.
Blindfolds over their eyes, collars around necks, gags or ball gags in mouths. Vibrators of different colors stuffed in their pussies, secured so they wouldn't slip out.
Arms bound behind backs, they staggered after the believers holding their leashes.
They were positioned on the brightly lit stage.
A man who seemed to be the emcee stepped up, riling the crowd amid the still-blaring music.
The venue's energy exploded hotter than before.
People screamed without a care—wild monkeys, practically.
But I ignored them, my focus locked on the stage.
I frowned and clicked my tongue softly.
The four women on stage.
If I wasn't mistaken, they were definitely the exorcists dispatched into this fog before us.
