Chapter 83
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: #2 The Exorcist Never Gives Up (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Nude Training)
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Yeom, the lead vice bishop of the Dongbaek Cult.
With his kind face contrasting sharply against his vile nature, he was the one who personally ordered the purge of the brothel's owner.
Bringing back two sacrifices was merely a side benefit.
To carry out the purge, he had devoured the owner himself, absorbing some of his power and knowledge in the process.
And during that process, he learned something utterly fascinating.
A method to steal the power that exorcists called spiritual energy.
Until now, they had toyed with captured exorcists, sensing fluctuations in their power, but they hadn't known the specific method to drain it.
Whether by chance or talent, the brothel's owner had discovered that making the opponent acknowledge defeat was the way to steal their power.
Of course, that alone wasn't enough for certainty, so he had hypnotized exorcists and questioned them directly.
And from them, he obtained clear explanations and confirmations.
Of course, Vice Bishop Yeom didn't fully understand most of their explanations, lacking solid knowledge himself, but he did learn simple methods like making an exorcist 'acknowledge defeat' or 'force them to climax' to drain their power.
"Of course, that doesn't change anything for us. We are devotees and ascetics worshiping That One—we're not particularly chasing power."
Haah... haa...
He said this as he pulled his cock from Gyu Wol-ryeong's pussy, where she lay sprawled, exhausted from countless orgasms, gasping for breath with great difficulty.
Several hours had passed since he first entered this solitary room. Vice Bishop Yeom's aura had grown markedly stronger, and his face was filled with satisfied delight.
He was far stronger than the brothel owner who had monopolized her until now—and a yoma to boot.
Was it that fact that instilled an even deeper sense of defeat in her?
Or was he simply more skilled?
Either way, Gyu Wol-ryeong ended up losing far more spiritual energy than before.
In turn, his power as a yoma had undoubtedly grown stronger as well.
"Our only desire is to bring joy to That One. Nothing else matters much. ...Still, gaining power isn't a bad thing. It's another grace bestowed upon us by That One. If we grow stronger, it will help That One and bring Them joy. No reason to refuse."
'...Crazy bastard...'
Gyu Wol-ryeong muttered inwardly at Vice Bishop Yeom's sermon, delivered in rapturous zeal, as she lay limp and utterly spent.
She only muttered it in her mind because she was too exhausted catching her breath to waste energy on pointless cursing.
Also, she vaguely sensed now that no matter how she insulted him, it wouldn't faze him one bit.
He was the type who didn't listen to others.
Complaining to such a man would be meaningless.
Whether he sensed her thoughts or not, Vice Bishop Yeom forcibly turned her head to meet her gaze.
"Sacrifice girl. You are quite alluring. But I won't monopolize you alone. If using you grants power, that grace should be shared with all. I can't dare claim That One's blessing for myself alone."
"......What... are you talking about...."
"Until the day of the ritual, you will serve as a public resource for all the devotees. We'll manage you vice bishops primarily. In that process, I sincerely hope you learn the refinement befitting a sacrifice. Understood?"
Gyu Wol-ryeong's dissatisfied expression didn't seem to bother Vice Bishop Yeom at all.
With that, he finished saying what he wanted, collared her neck, and dragged her out of the room.
He took her to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
On the way, they passed a blue-haired exorcist.
She was leashed by the hand of another vice bishop, her body freshly cleaned and glistening as she was led out.
Her eyes were lifeless, doll-like.
Even upon encountering Gyu Wol-ryeong, she didn't recognize her or greet her, simply passing by as the vice bishop kneaded her sticky ass.
Was that what she herself would become after spending time here?
With such thoughts, Gyu Wol-ryeong entered the bathroom and had her body thoroughly washed by the vice bishop's hands.
After leaving a few words, Vice Bishop Yeom departed.
And I was left alone in the solitary room once more.
With no one else around, there was nothing to do.
I'd already eaten. The fruit basket he left behind to stave off boredom was a small mercy, at least.
Beyond that, there were the scriptures—or whatever you’d call them—that Vice Bishop Yeom had left. I shoved them into a corner without a second thought.
With time on my hands, I sat cross-legged and meditated, sorting the spiritual energy within my body.
I'd lost a significant amount, but it was recoverable in a single night.
'Still, having my spiritual energy drained by a yoma... What a humiliation. It shouldn't have happened.'
Acknowledging defeat to a yoma and losing spiritual energy in the process.
It was something an exorcist must never allow—something to avoid at all costs.
For an exorcist meant to exorcise yoma to instead make them stronger? Unthinkable.
'That aside.'
'What the hell is that Vice Bishop Yeom guy?'
Vice Bishop Yeom.
I just couldn't stand him.
A kind face and gentle speech hiding utter trash inside.
And every word from his mouth reeked of fanaticism.
Yet his strength was undeniably top-tier.
He was at least upper A-grade. If he hadn't gone all out, he could even be special grade.
If all the vice bishops were that strong, even I might have to brace for a tough fight.
'『That One』—what yoma are they worshiping like that?'
The brothel owner had joined the cult for selfish desires and profit.
But Vice Bishop Yeom? It didn't seem like mere desire or necessity.
He was genuinely enthralled by 'That One,' treating it like a god.
What could have enraptured him to that degree?
It was just a yoma, after all.
'...Yoma come in all varieties.'
Some yoma appeared devout on the surface.
Posing as divine messengers, they led fanatic groups to collect human yin energy, even demanding periodic human sacrifices for easy feasting.
Was this one of those?
Given their use of 'grace' to hypnotize, the culprit yoma might manipulate thoughts and emotions.
With such power, it could easily enthrall people into devoted fanatics.
"...But it didn't feel like manipulation...."
Either way, no certainties.
But a yoma leading such a large community, with six subordinates that strong?
Plus mind-control potent enough to bewitch even a special-grade exorcist like me.
It was several levels above expectations.
Possibly more dangerous and powerful than the dormant imugi I'd exorcised before.
'...If possible....'
The situation was dire, but I had no intention of giving up.
I had to find a way out somehow.
For Dom, captured with me, and the other exorcists—for everyone.
And if possible, exorcise that ultra-dangerous yoma too.
To prevent it from escaping here and harming the city beyond the fog.
Even in this mess, I'm an exorcist.
An exorcist does what an exorcist must.
This level of hardship and humiliation is nothing to an exorcist.
It won't break my will.
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-You must serve all the devotees.
-In that process, let's ingrain the refinement befitting That One.
Vice Bishop Yeom left those words behind.
Afterward, others brought meals to my solitary room or took me out to wash, so I didn't see him again and couldn't ask what he meant.
But I didn't need to ask—I understood soon enough.
The day after my private session with Vice Bishop Yeom.
After spending the day bored in my room, instead of dinner, I was led out again.
Not for washing, not for food.
"Oh, it suits you well. Come to think of it, you served guests in that brothel in similar attire. Must be familiar."
At Vice Bishop Yeom's words, who had prepared the outfit, I clicked my tongue loud enough for him to hear.
"Don't make me laugh...! I never wore anything this skimpy...!!"
I looked down at myself—at the outfit he'd dressed me in—and felt dizzy.
It was a bunny girl costume.
But nothing like what I'd worn at the brothel or the vague idea I had of them.
Parts that should be covered were exposed, while unnecessary parts were covered—an blatantly erotic getup.
Breasts, belly, crotch—all bare. Only my nipples and pussy barely hidden by heart-shaped stickers....
Apparently, this was called a reverse bunny suit.
The name didn't matter.
This was insane.
How could anyone dress someone like this? No—the head that dreamed this up was rotten. Utterly mad.
When I complained that stripping might be better, he replied, "If you want to, go ahead."
Everything about him grated on me.
"Anyway, you'll work in that tonight. Many guests are looking forward to you, Sacrifice. Please be diligent. The more you do, the more that refinement will take root in your body. I look forward to it."
"You're crazy... You think I'll obey nicely?"
"Heh, who knows? What do you think?"
Vice Bishop Yeom said that and pulled something from his pocket.
The usual necklace. One I still couldn't recognize or perceive.
As it was thrust before my eyes, my consciousness was helplessly shrouded in fog.
My vision blurred, and that familiar sensation pleasantly enveloped me... No... No, I can't....