Chapter 74
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: #2 One Week into Business (Gyeol Ryeong - Hypnotic Gangbang)
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A week had passed since the new business at the women's inn began.
Business wasn't just going well—it was booming, keeping me so busy I barely had a moment to breathe.
Any ordinary woman would have worn herself out down there and needed a break, but luckily, I'm an exorcist.
Whether it was my strong, resilient body or some other factor, my pussy stayed pristine and tight no matter how much it was used.
I didn't feel much fatigue either.
The work suited me perfectly—or maybe I just never got tired of it. Every moment was pure enjoyment; I never once thought about stopping.
"........."
Or at least, that's what it felt like... but what was this faint, nagging unease?
Something tugged at the back of my mind, but I still couldn't put my finger on it.
"You're laaaate!!"
"Finally here! We've been waiting!"
"It's you, isn't it?! You're the one! The enemy of our bosses!!"
'...?'
After breakfast, I washed up in the bathroom while lightly meditating to check my condition and regulate my spiritual power.
When I returned to my room, a rowdy group of men was waiting right outside the door, greeting me with a cacophony of noise.
I was on guard at first, but I quickly realized they were today's customers.
It was a bit earlier than usual, but there was no issue serving them.
After all, I'm the women's inn's public flesh toilet.
A toilet has to be ready for use from morning till night. That's what makes it a toilet.
I stepped inside the room.
But this was different from usual. Normally, it was one at a time. This time, there were three.
And they seemed to know me, making a huge fuss. But I didn't recognize these guys—or rather, these fine gentlemen.
"Aang?! Did you just call us bastards?! Does this house's toilet bitch call her customers bastards?!"
"...No. That was a slip-up."
"Apologize naked! Naked! Wait, you already are!"
"Doggy-style then! Get on all fours and bow your head! That's how you apologize!"
They were noisy in every way.
It wasn't just the numbers making things chaotic.
They introduced themselves as from the "agency."
Agency? What agency?
'......Ah.'
When they mentioned the address and the agency's name, it finally clicked.
The "labor agency" in the bustling district.
The gangsters' den I'd wiped out.
I'd swept away every last one of those thugs and extracted the info I needed.
Oh, and I'd cleaned up some yokai scraps while I was at it.
Society's trash—no, the world's trash—dealt with.
'...? But then... what about me...'
But it was weird. It didn't add up.
Exorcising yokai? That sounded like something an exorcist would do.
But I'm not an exorcist.
I'm the women's inn's public flesh toilet.
A meat toilet bitch who spreads her pussy and offers her ass to gentlemen for their sexual relief.
"Aaang?! Did you just call our bosses trash?!"
"Can't forgive that! Won't forgive it! My dick's throbbing with rage! My Magnum's burning!"
"Haa... um, there are people in the next room, so could you please keep it down a bit..."
I wasn't sure, but apparently I'd raided their agency and beaten up their bosses.
Now they were here for revenge, excited like monkeys gone mad over stolen food, all noisy and wild.
"Customers, if you don't quiet down—"
They didn't just make noise—they even tried to get violent with me.
Not just sexual stuff, but clear intent to injure.
The moment I judged that, my body moved on instinct.
And about ten seconds later...
The men were sprawled across the room, and I stood tall amid them.
Groans like "Kuh..." or "Agh..." echoed here and there.
I looked down at them coldly and said,
"Customers. Please follow the rules when using the facilities. Damaging the inn's property is unforgivable. No violence allowed—understood?"
I threatened them with spiritual power flames coating my fists.
If they wouldn't listen, I'd have to educate them more, but luckily, they were quick learners.
Only after getting their firm promise not to resist did I withdraw the flames.
...Still, I'm just a flesh toilet. How can I even do this? Weird.
I changed into the requested outfit.
Cat cosplay this time.
But I skipped the fluffy chest cover and the cute cat-paw panties with holes.
No point since they'd just take them off anyway.
So now I was just wearing cat ears and a tail—pretty half-assed.
But the customers seemed satisfied, so no problem.
Mmph... mm... hmph...
After getting ready, they started with slow, deep kisses, taking turns among the three.
Minutes per person, cycling endlessly. By the time I'd gone through all three, back to the first for infinite rounds.
My tongue was getting tired, but more than that, my mouth felt like a pussy, melted from the prolonged teasing, my head and womb turning to mush.
Even during the kisses, they pressed against me relentlessly, groping my body.
Kneading my breasts, slurping up the lewd juices from between my legs.
Armpits, back, thighs, belly, waist—every inch explored, stroked, poked, rubbed, licked, sucked.
"Hehe... Sis, you're being good now. You beat the crap out of us earlier."
"Yeah. Even did the doggy apology we asked for."
"Eut... haa...♡ Of course... I'm a toilet... You're my masters... I have to obey your orders... As long as it doesn't break the rules..."
In this room, the customers were my masters.
As long as they weren't trying to harm me or the owner, I had to obey.
A flesh toilet bitch like me couldn't defy gentlemen or ignore their commands.
They seemed pleased with my answer, diving into my body even more eagerly.
Licking sensitive spots with sticky thoroughness, kneading and caressing my ass.
"Whoa, sticky pussy juice... so tasty!"
"Her whole body's a pussy. Everywhere feels good."
"Milk's leaking too. Big tits, huh? Not just a toilet—a milk cow."
As long as it wasn't injury-level violence, anything went.
I let them enjoy "proper" use of a lowly flesh toilet like me, moaning helplessly but obediently.
Aah, but aaah, it feels so good... Their hands are huge... feels amazing...!
These men from the "labor agency" had come for revenge. They were the ones who hadn't received yokai power during Gyeol Ryeong's raid or lacked the strength to fully transform.
Afterward, they'd steadily attended gatherings, offering tributes until they gained enough power to become yokai.
Still, they were weak.
Their yokai cores were small, so they couldn't handle full service alone like other customers.
They pooled their three cores into one to meet the owner's requirements, then paid extra for about half a day.
They'd wanted to lure the damn exorcist back to their agency, but that was denied.
They yearned to shove the remnants of that day—the bosses'—right in her face for payback.
No use whining about what wasn't allowed.
No violence, no taking her out unless permitted.
But everything else was fair game, and they reveled in it, sating their burning grudge.
Gyeol Ryeong posed as they directed, shamelessly displaying her feminine secrets like cheap entertainment.
She squatted and peed in front of them, then masturbated and rolled in her own urine.
True dogeza apologies repeated, head stepped on, ass spanked, taking their rage-filled abuse.
Arms pinned by their huge hands, sensitive spots tormented until she squirted in forced orgasms multiple times.
Going limp in their grip amid their mocking laughter was utterly humiliating.
They rammed the cat-tail anal beads in her ass in and out at breakneck speed, over and over.
Gyeol Ryeong, weak in the ass, wailed ecstatically at the brutality that would shatter a normal person.
Aah... ah, aaah...!! Nghooo...!!
"Kuhuh...! Exorcist pussy's killer! Was that it? Did she take down the bosses with this?"
"Passed out, missed it! Maybe! No way our bosses lose to a bitch like this otherwise!"
The thick cock inside stirred her guts.
The other two surrounded her, cocks out.
While waiting, they had her handjob them, rub against her tits, suck them off—no boredom.
They knew how strong this bitch was.
How their bosses got wrecked without a fight.
And now that strong bitch was pinned under them, helpless, servicing their dicks.
Letting out defeated moans.
That thrilled them; the cock in her pussy hardened more.
Thrusts grew fiercer, her pussy spasming in response.
Splurt splurt spluuurt
"Uuuu~~~~~~♡♡!!"
The third creampie from them, and Gyeol Ryeong climaxed with undiminished pleasure, shrieking.
Plenty of their reserved time left.
Their yokai-enhanced dicks, freshly spent, stayed rock-hard.
Plus, coupling with her infused them with her spiritual power, boosting their stamina several times over.
Gonna fuck her senseless.
Humiliate her till she regrets it.
Make her regret being born a woman, toying with her womanly parts.
Gyeol Ryeong stared blankly, cum drooling from her pussy.
They leered at her with lewd, hungry eyes, grinning sleazily.
