Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: #2 One Week into Business (Gyeol Ryeong - Hypnotic Defeat Rape) (2)
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Jackpot.
Or rather, a golden opportunity.
The inn's business is booming.
More than booming—it's excessive.
In just one week, he's raked in several years' worth of income for this place.
Even accounting for how it barely made a dime before, he's suddenly rolling in wealth all the same.
But income itself was never the real issue to begin with.
No one in this foggy city starves for lack of cash.
It's merely a question of indulging in luxuries or not.
What truly mattered were the yokai cores handed over by the guests.
Thanks to them, the inn's owner was undoubtedly growing stronger. He could feel the changes crystal clear.
"Heh heh, good work today, miss. Thanks to you, the plan's going smoothly."
"Aah, aaah♡"
Cradled in the innkeeper's arms in his full yokai form, Gyeol Ryeong's pussy was being churned by his fingers—squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
Those thick, bumpy yokai fingers didn't just rub her weakness-riddled pussy with expert skill; every so often, they'd slip out naturally to grind her slick clit or press down hard on it.
Each time, she'd let out ragged gasps, her body trembling in delight.
On the bed in the room, the exorcist who could effortlessly slay this yokai managed nothing at all—reduced to endlessly spilling defeated female cries solely to please the male.
"Haaah... Uncle, Uncleee...♡ Stop, no, if you... keep this up, I'll...!"
Hiiih...
In the end, she couldn't even finish her sentence before climaxing right on cue, just as she'd sensed.
This was the innkeeper's room, after wrapping up the day's work.
Since stepping inside, a single finger had already driven her to five or six orgasms.
No proper penetration—just one yokai finger, and she was a mess like this.
Tears of pathetic shame streamed from her eyes amid the absurd pleasure. Even right after cumming, as he relentlessly pushed her further, she shook her head and begged for mercy.
The innkeeper scooped love juices from her slit and slathered them messily over her lewd little bean.
Now glistening with her own obscene lotion, he kept rubbing and tormenting it.
"Come on, miss. Admit it properly. Otherwise, I just can't stop."
"Hngh♡♡ Got it... I got it, so...♡♡"
Savoring the intense pleasure radiating from her clit, she struggled to meet his demand.
"I admit... defeat...♡ I lost...♡ Can't win... Against you, Uncle... Nngh♡ There, stop...♡♡ Too good... my head's going crazyyyy~~♡♡"
Even after admitting defeat as ordered, the innkeeper's hand didn't stop.
She resented it deep down, yet kept confessing her loss until he was satisfied.
'Ohoh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes—!'
And the innkeeper shuddered in excitement.
Not for any other reason—pure, high-grade spiritual power and spiritual energy were flowing from Gyeol Ryeong, his plaything, straight into him.
He had no clue what it actually was.
But he knew it was some surreal power, akin to whatever had turned him into a yokai.
And the more he absorbed, the stronger his inner yokai power grew.
Especially when he made her admit defeat—it poured out in greater volumes.
Every time she declared it aloud, or even acknowledged it in her heart, her spiritual power shifted to the yokai.
Soul speech, exorcist-yokai dynamics—he knew nothing of such things.
He'd just stumbled on it by chance while repeatedly ravaging her body over time, and now exploited it to the fullest.
Lately, during their exclusive sessions, the key was just how thoroughly he could subdue this exorcist girl and force her admissions of defeat.
—The innkeeper knew nothing.
—Yet he was treading the absolute optimal path for growth.
Devouring other yokai.
Stealing an exorcist's pure spiritual power and claiming it as his own.
The former expands a yokai's vessel capacity; the latter fills it, paving the way to the next stage.
Fail to do it right, and eventually the body can't keep up with growth and collapses—or worse, the hard-won power leaks away like water from a sieve.
He was undoubtedly stronger. Growing as a yokai.
A week ago, he'd have been bottom-tier trash yokai at best. Now? Solid B- by Association standards.
Miraculous growth.
The kind that defied all common sense—impossible by any normal measure.
"Haa... haa...♡ Amazing... Uncle, you're incredible...♡"
Her body, twitching nonstop in his arms, was finally released and collapsed onto the bed.
Like a doll with cut strings, limbs splayed limp as her chest heaved like bellows. Gyeol Ryeong caught her breath.
Her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling.
White-tinged love juices leaked from her pussy.
The innkeeper extended his grotesquely long tongue and thoroughly lapped at her sprawled breasts and nipples.
Then he engulfed each breast in turn with his massive yokai maw, slurping greedily.
After toying with and tasting her tits to his heart's content, he finally let go, seemingly satisfied.
His gaze shifted back to her crotch. Forcing her legs apart, his proud yokai cock brushed teasingly against her twitching slit.
"Uuuh...♡ Uncle's cock...♡ Hn... As expected, amazing...♡"
"Kekeke. What a slutty face you're making, miss. All ready to admit defeat to my cock this time?"
"Yeah... To Uncle's... cock... defeat... eh...?"
Suddenly, something shifted in Gyeol Ryeong's demeanor.
Staring blankly down at her crotch and the cock pressing there, she clamped her mouth shut for a moment.
Then, faint resistance flickered back into her eyes.
Pinned beneath him, she reached out an arm to shove him away.
But there was no spiritual power in it—not even ordinary strength. Utterly futile against the yokai innkeeper, of course.
"Defeat... no... can't... do that one..."
Her fleeting instinct, her gut feeling, had jolted her consciousness awake: don't.
Admitting defeat again would mean losing more spiritual power.
Weakening herself. Strengthening the yokai.
Unacceptable. An exorcist couldn't allow it. Shouldn't allow it.
"Look into my eyes."
"......Ah...."
But that feeble rebellion crumbled the instant she met his gaze.
The innkeeper's eyes glowed with an eerie, subtle light.
It closely resembled the 'grace' she'd glimpsed countless times—yet could never quite remember.
In truth, they were one and the same.
He no longer carried the 'grace' as a jewel around.
Instead, he'd internalized it, channeling the same effects through his eyes now.
Far more convenient. Far more efficient.
Mere moments of resistance posed no issue. Gyeol Ryeong slipped right back into her hypnotized state under the 'grace'.
"Miss. You're not an exorcist. You're this inn's toilet girl."
"...Toilet..."
"That's right. A living meat toilet. A flesh onahole hole, existing solely to take mine and the guests' seed."
"Meat toilet... onahole..."
"Exactly. And for a toilet, admitting defeat to males is perfectly natural. Toilets don't care about that stuff. Go ahead and admit defeat as much as you want. Especially since you're a masochistic toilet slut who loves losing. Makes it even better. Even more fun."
She listened blankly for a moment, then nodded.
The arm that had tried to push him away withdrew.
Instead, Gyeol Ryeong spread her own pussy wide, eagerly awaiting his cock inside.
'I'm... a meat toilet... an onahole toilet with no use but taking cocks and their loads... no need to think about anything else... no need... Aa... heart's already pounding... feels so good... want it in quick... want to admit defeat soon...'
Waiting with her pussy spread, heart racing in anticipation of her toilet duties.
The innkeeper plunged his cock pleasurably into that waiting hole.
"Hnggg♡♡♡~~!!"
Gyeol Ryeong threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy.
Her tight pussy parted smoothly around the invading shaft, which burrowed inside with expert ease—like it owned the place—reaching her deepest depths in seconds.
"Mm, feels great as always. What a pussy. Tight as a virgin's, yet so greedy. How does it stay this perfect after all those guests?"
No matter how pounded, it never grew numb or loose. Fresh as new, yet with a mature savor. The absolute perfect pussy.
The one that had captivated the innkeeper, fueling his obsessive fixation. He savored it now, relishing every bit.
He'd tasted it countless times since the day she arrived at the inn, yet never tired of the flavor.
Gyeol Ryeong trembled in rapture around the buried cock.
The innkeeper began to move inside her.
Thrusting steadily all the way to her innermost end, savoring every nook and cranny. Devouring the exorcist's pussy like a beast chewing and tearing into prey.
The exorcist who should topple yokai remained oblivious that her foe was one, lost to the ravaging of his yokai cock.
She even locked her legs around his waist, arms coiling around his neck to squeeze his shaft even tighter.
That sight—no longer remotely an exorcist—drove the innkeeper wild, letting him plunder her pussy without restraint.
Her sticky, drenched pussy cavern clenched relentlessly around the embedded yokai cock, pleasuring it without mercy...