Chapter 87
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Bunny Girl Exorcist (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Favorability Hypnosis) (3)
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"...Ha?"
I suddenly snapped out of it and blinked my eyes several times.
Reality, which had briefly slipped away, came rushing back.
The place I was standing right now was that club... the gathering hall of the Camellia Cult.
A space packed with blaring music and flashing lights.
No sign here of Vice Bishop Yeom, half-dead and battered, or the exorcists massacring the trash who called themselves believers and had long since abandoned their humanity.
'...Was it a dream?'
It was too late in the day for a daydream.
The club's deafening noise and dazzling lights, combined with what had happened in the bathroom just moments ago, must have made me zone out while standing.
I could barely even remember what the dream had been about anymore.
What was it I was dreaming of?
'No, forget that. Back to work. Work.'
I never thought of myself as particularly diligent.
Though people around me often called me hardworking.
I just believed that if there was a job to do, you had to see it through to the end.
Inflexible and stubborn in my thinking, that's all. Maybe that's what looked like diligence to others.
Whatever. I was about to dive back into work when I suddenly felt a strange emptiness.
Taking a closer look, I saw just how stripped down I was in every sense.
My outfit had already been practically nonexistent just a bit ago.
But now? Completely naked.
The nipple patches and crotch patch were gone, and even the bits that had covered my shoulders had vanished at some point.
I hadn't noticed, but something slick was trickling down between my legs, leaving trails along the insides of my thighs.
All that remained was the ribbon around my neck and the fishnet stockings reaching my thighs.
Basically naked. With bunny ears on top.
They must have come off in the bathroom earlier, and then I got the order to "just go like that," so here I was.
"That was weird..."
My reactions in the bathroom had been blatantly off.
I hadn't realized it then, but with a cooler head now, it was obvious.
Hearing that man's voice, feeling his hands on me—it had felt way too good.
No, that didn't even cover it. My body and mind had gone completely haywire.
'Could this be...'
"Hey, miss, what're you doing?"
Lost in thought and standing there blankly, someone approached me.
His face flushed from booze, he grinned as he eyed me up and down.
"Practically naked, huh. Anyway, you're staff, right? Mind if we play? Someone already use you up? That'd be a shame."
He wiggled his fingers like he was previewing what came next.
Normally, that sleazy attitude would have made me grimace and walk away, but for some reason, I felt no disgust at all.
Instead, my heart pounded with excitement, leaving me flustered and silent.
Taking that as a yes, the male believer reached out for me.
His hand slipped deftly under my arms, which I'd crossed over my chest, and started groping my swollen breasts.
I couldn't block it. Couldn't push it away.
"Uh... ah... S-sir... I h-have to... work..."
"Huh? What work? Plenty of people for that. We can even grab drinks ourselves. Nah, you girls' real job is being our breeding stock, right?"
He pulled me into an embrace, his hands growing even bolder.
He kneaded my firm, full breasts freely, twirling the insolently erect nipples between his fingertips.
Reacting to my arousal, milk began spurting from the taut tips—squirt, squirt.
He caught it in his hand, tasted it with delight.
Not stopping there, he latched onto one like it was a wine glass spout, sucking and slurping it down.
My breasts turned into total milk tanks, vulgarly pumping out the cheap fluid—squish, squish.
Every savage suck made me vividly feel new milk generating from my spiritual energy, fresh and flowing through my ducts to be drawn out.
'Ahh... feels so good...♡♡'
Drawn by my display, believers started gathering around one by one.
They leered at my slutty antics or reached out to fondle me themselves.
Amid them, in that intimate connection, I sank deeper into a bizarre haze. Everything blurred together, and like in the bathroom, I floated blissfully.
No. I can't. I have to snap out of it.
I need to stay sharp.
If I stay like this, again—
In the end, Gyu Wol-ryeong lost again.
She'd become such an easy woman that the slightest touch melted her into mush. She couldn't resist and turned into their plaything.
They dragged her to a table surrounded by sofas, where she climbed on top and put on a clit-rubbing masturbation show.
Legs splayed wide in a squat, she shamelessly exposed her pussy and ass, masturbating furiously—rubbing her clit, fingering her hole, grinding away—to earn their love and delight their eyes.
The believers around the table snickered at the sight, enjoying the women they'd freshly "blessed" and tucked beside them.
"Ahh...!! Cumming...!!"
She squirted and climaxed.
The surrounding believers and their side chicks burst into laughter.
It was utterly vulgar, humiliating, yet instead of hating it, Wol-ryeong felt a thrilling joy.
Being the center of their attention felt so good.
Making them all happy with her depravity filled her with true bliss...
After several rounds of full-throttle pussy-rubbing, squirting shows, and other cheap performances like writing names with her ass, she crawled under the table to suck off each man one by one.
Not just blowjobs under the guise of "baptism"—cum splattered her face and body too, quickly turning her into a semen-soaked mess.
Not just her pretty face, but her hair and whole body drenched in it.
She'd become their communal cum dump toilet.
And she didn't hate it at all. It made her happy.
Even as a cheap meat toilet, receiving all this attention from so many here was enough to make her feel fulfilled.
A fleeting thought midway that something was wrong.
But it vanished in an instant, swept away by the joy.
Nothing seemed off anymore.
"Love, indeed."
Slurp... smack... sluuuurp...
Vice Bishop Yeom watched the scene with pious satisfaction, as if attending a solemn assembly.
In front of him, Dom—stripped nearly as bare as Wol-ryeong—sucked his cock in devoted service.
Incidentally, up on stage, the women from that A-Grade exorcist team were still performing their eye-candy shows for the crowd today.
For the past month, they'd been used almost daily to hype up the gatherings.
Thanks to steady exposure to the "blessing" light and their diligent daily training, their stage acts had improved dramatically, earning roaring responses from the believers.
"We'd like you all to accept even more of our love. And to love us in return. Overflowing with love for the entire cult."
It would have been fine words.
If they'd come from a proper holy man's mouth.
Under hypnosis, Wol-ryeong grew ever fonder of the believers approaching to toy with her.
Receiving their attention, serving them—it made her so happy that she'd soon start serving them willingly.
She'd joyfully become their footrest or fuckhole or whatever, crushed beneath them.
And finally, she'd brim with affection and reverence for "that one" everyone here served.
By then, she'd eagerly embrace her role as sacrifice.
Undoubtedly offering her body and soul to "that one" without hesitation.
"Heh heh... Can't wait. You've made this so enjoyable. You too, right, Miss Dom Sacrifice?"
Mmmph, ugh...!
Vice Bishop Yeom grabbed Dom's head and thrust brutally into her throat.
The savage pounding and cock grinding every corner of her mouth sent waves of pussy-like pleasure through Dom; she shuddered violently.
Tears of ecstasy overflowed from her eyes.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, guuuulp.
Soon, thick, bitter semen erupted into her mouth in massive quantities, filling it up.
Dom trembled but gulped it all down happily, not spilling a drop, pleasing the generous Vice Bishop Yeom.
"Aaaahhh~~~♡♡♡ Cock, love it♡ Love love love it♡♡"
Meanwhile, a short distance away, Wol-ryeong continued servicing the believers with her pussy.
Her plump ass cheeks clapped loudly—slap slap—as superior cocks plunged deep, ravaging her.
Whether from the pleasure or sheer joy, Wol-ryeong wailed blissfully, face beaming with happiness.
Climaxing over and over like a female rabbit in heat, she admitted defeat to the believers and freely shared her spiritual energy with them.
The night's gathering dragged on like that.
Melting away the body and mind of an elite exorcist, beyond all hope of recovery...
