Chapter 84
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: #2 Bunny Girl Exorcist (Gyu Wol-ryeong - ??? Hypnosis) (1)
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A cacophony of noise, commotion, and music assaulted my ears.
The underground club I'd visited before.
That same gathering was underway again in this very place, and here I was, right in the thick of it.
Last time, I'd flipped my raincoat inside out to masquerade as a follower, but today I was working as one of the servers I'd seen before—the bunny girl variety.
"Hey, glasses are empty over here! What the hell are you doing, no sense at all?!"
"...Coming!"
The gathering spot was nonstop chaos.
I had to dart around checking if anyone's drinks needed refilling, rush over the second someone called, and if anything went wrong, I got summoned immediately. The floor—who knows who kept messing it up—had me mopping back and forth at least ten times.
At first, I'd fretted over this ridiculous bunny girl getup or having to play human urinal for the guests like the other servers, but actually doing the job left no room for those worries.
Even having ten bodies wouldn't cut it. Seriously.
'...By the way, what the hell happened to me?'
As I mopped up some garish spill on the floor, I frowned, lost in thought.
I had no memory from just before arriving at the club and starting work.
I remembered changing into the outfit on Vice Priest Yeom's orders and grumbling about it... but after that, there was just a blank spot.
What had happened during that lost time? No clue.
'...Doesn't feel like anything weird happened, though.'
I knew they'd used something like hypnosis.
Staying vigilant, I searched for any off-kilter commonsense or anomalies, but nothing jumped out.
Still, I had to keep my guard up. Not miss even the tiniest inconsistency.
I couldn't let myself get played like a puppet by their tricks again...!
"Eek?!"
Lost in thought while mindlessly mopping, I yelped at a hand suddenly groping my ass.
Turning, I saw a familiar young guy fondling it.
"Hey, sis. Fancy seeing you again like this? Last time was in the meeting room."
The creep who'd groped me on the bus. The young college-kid type in the baseball cap back then.
And from the meeting room intel, he was a vice priest too.
"...I'm cleaning."
"I can see that. Not trying to stop you, so keep at it."
"This is plenty disruptive."
I shot him a glare screaming back off nicely or else, but Baseball Cap—no cap this time—just smirked and kept his hand planted.
Irritated, I tried shoving it away, but somehow... I couldn't.
More like, no idea how to go about it.
How do you remove a hand like this?
With my hand...? But how? My hands are gripping the mop right now. Gotta work...
Then push with my body...? How do you push? Left leg first, right foot... left again... wait, what am I even doing...?
Every time I tried thinking of a method, my mind went blank white, like it'd been doused in correction fluid.
In the end, all I could do was keep working as the server.
Meanwhile, the vice priest's hand kept persistently kneading my exposed ass.
"Sacrifice sis has a different outfit from the other girls. Special treatment for offerings, huh."
"........."
"Saw that Dom girl too. Fellow sacrifice, right? She was in some slutty getup like you. Hers drew a huge crowd already. Maybe 'cause she's smiling and cute, unlike your grumpy mug?"
He blabbed on, but I ignored him, focusing on cleaning.
Like last time, this flirty jerk rubbed me the wrong way.
Never get tangled with this guy.
That was my firm mental vow.
'But seriously, how long is he gonna grope?'
Was my ass that irresistible? He kept stroking and fondling away.
This reverse bunny suit was shameless—no bottoms, just thigh-high fishnets. A heart-shaped sticker barely covered my privates.
Ass fully out, so it was prime for this obsessive pawing.
Working let me forget the outfit briefly, but these touches forced the reality back.
So damn embarrassing...
His hands weren't just kneading. He'd press in circles with force, or stroke broad sweeps over my cheeks, sometimes grazing the sticker over my privates, lightly scratching or pressing to tease beneath.
I gritted through the perverse stimulation and somehow finished mopping.
Done cleaning, I headed to the bathroom to stash the mop.
But Baseball Cap tailed me the whole way, still massaging my ass.
Did his attention draw others? Passersby slapped or groped my bare cheeks, joining in the feel.
This makes my ass public property... all his fault...
Finally at the bathroom, he dragged me straight into a stall.
And immediately shoved his dick at me with a "Suck it."
Like hell I'd obey willingly.
Sucking some guy's cock? Never.
'Can't resist...'
But against my will, the command kicked me into motion. I knelt before him, unbuckled his belt, yanked down pants and underwear, and started eagerly licking his monstrous, sprung rod.
Way bigger and uglier than average, as expected.
I stuck out my red tongue, slathering it with my saliva for proper service.
'Ugh... pissed, but it's what I expected.'
'Hypnosis or whatever—makes it impossible to resist their orders...!'
Not just him or the vice priests—all the guests here, probably. Can't fight any of them.
Serving scum like this? Hate it to death. But no choice.
And it's exactly as anticipated.
Hoo... haa... haa...
Mmm... huu...
Vice Priest Yeom told me to "engrave discipline into my body."
Forcing submission, hoping repeated service breaks my spirit?
Underestimates me big time.
This level of humiliation? Peanuts, honestly.
Regular folks maybe, but they don't get exorcists.
What trials we endure to become one, our mindset, the constant mental tug-of-war battling yoma.
Ignorance lets them underestimate me like this.
That's more humiliating than sucking dick right now.
Really. They'll pay dearly later.
So first, satisfy this guy enough to get free.
No biggie. I can suck ten, a hundred cocks if needed...
Heh... haa... haa...
"......?"
Hey.
Has it been noisy or what?
I'd just started servicing orally.
Someone's heavy breathing had been loud, I realized—mine.
"Haa... haa... hoo...♡"
"Exorcist babe's face is wild. Vice Priest Yeom do something to you?"
"What're you... my face, what's...?"
No mirror, can't check.
But I must look unfazed.
I am unfazed.
Said I could suck ten, a hundred, a thousand of these things.
I'm an exorcist—this is nothing compared to our trials. Not even humiliation.
So it shouldn't faze me. Won't.
Then why's my body so hot...?
Slurp... slurp... sluuuurp...
"Mmm... mmmph... hoo...♡"
In the women's bathroom stall.
Gyu Wol-ryeong was sucking off the vice priest.
Hypnosis-forced service.
No enthusiasm for coerced duty; she did it, but half-assed reluctance showed.
...Or so Gyu Wol-ryeong firmly believed she appeared.
"Glk, puha...♡"
Suddenly, he grabbed her head and yanked out.
She let slip an involuntary "Ah...♡" of disappointment. Her tongue wandered lost in the air.
Her dazed eyes looked up at him.
"Exorcist babe looks like she's having fun."
"Bullshit... just doing what I have to..."
"Really? Looks plenty into it."
"No... I'm not..."
No way, she denied.
But her cheeks flushed deep pink, eyes gleaming with undeniable lust and desire.
Unlike her defiant tone, the emotion in her gaze toward him was clear──
He stifled a laugh at her look; she eyed his reaction suspiciously, wondering what it meant.
"...Whatever. Keep sucking anyway. While you're at it, play with yourself so you're not bored."
"Annoying ask... fine..."
Grudgingly, she leaned in again, sucking fervently.
Her hand rubbed circles over the sticker on her privates, masturbating.
Each tap, scratch with nails, or stroke sent shivers racing up her spine.
The stall filled with lewd slurping and her simultaneous bitchy moans...