Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: #2 Pounding the Exorcist's Pussy Raw ♥ (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Glory Hole Fuck)
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How long had it been going on?
The assembly was finally winding down. The grand gatherings, held once a week, often lasted through the night, but the regular ones didn't drag on quite so long.
The tickets that had allowed for multiple draws were now spent, and those who'd already had their turns were drifting away one by one, satisfied with how they'd spent their evening.
Just as the line emptied out completely, someone slipped into the booth partition where Gyu Wol-ryeong waited.
It wasn't Yeom or Gui Vice-Bishop. It was Ok Vice-Bishop.
He'd been eagerly anticipating his turn with her for days now.
He was utterly smitten with Gyu Wol-ryeong.
Even in these assemblies, where vice bishops rarely partook, he'd seized the chance to seek her out.
"Fuck, smell that pussy. It's reeking."
As he pushed aside the curtain and stepped in, the first thing he saw was a pair of pristine white ass cheeks protruding from the wall like they were part of it.
A photo of her face was pasted above them, marking whose body it was.
The once-pristine print was now a mess of cum stains and graffiti.
Cum was oozing from her swollen pussy and asshole, stuffed to the brim.
Her hips twitched, spilling thick globs of white fluid from both holes, while streaks of it soiled her marked-up ass and thighs.
Truly a lewd, obscene sight.
Just looking at it made a man's lust surge uncontrollably. Proof positive: his cock had hardened fiercely in his pants the moment he entered the booth.
He uncapped the water bottles he'd brought and poured them over her ass in a steady stream.
The lukewarm water hit her skin in a rush, making her ass and legs squirm as if in distress.
After dousing her with two full bottles, he scraped out the cum from both holes with his fingers. No need to keep her waiting—he slid his cock in leisurely.
Gyu Wol-ryeong's ass and pussy twitched in response.
"Mm. Oh ho. So fucking tight, and she's still in prime condition."
Even after all that abuse, her pussy gripped him with vibrant energy.
Not a hint of looseness. It squeezed his cock just right.
No different from usual. If anything, it clung to him greedily, as if craving more.
And her pussy had an excellent memory.
She couldn't possibly know who he was. Yet it reacted as if it recognized his cock as Ok Vice-Bishop's.
Might be his imagination, but the moment he thrust in, her emotions faintly transmitted through the yokai energy flowing into him—proving it wasn't just wishful thinking.
Squelch, squelch.
Slurp, slurp.
He moved slowly inside her, savoring her pussy at his leisure.
Taking his fill.
Sometimes her ass would jolt, her legs kick, or the booth would shake from inside—but he ignored it all. Her bound hands protruded too, clenching and balling into fists, but even those reactions were a delight.
Tomorrow morning, it'd be his turn again.
Time he could have her all to himself.
Obsessing over a single tribute wasn't wise, and he tried to draw lines for himself.
Still, completely suppressing his desire was impossible.
He was head over heels for this bitch called Gyu Wol-ryeong.
"Heh heh... I'll dote on you plenty. Can't do much tonight, but look forward to tomorrow, yeah?"
With those words, he stirred her pussy depths with care—thorough and gentle. As if erasing every trace and memory of the other followers before him, scrubbing every nook and cranny.
Her orgasms rippled through her pussy countless times, gifting him over a dozen peaks before he finally came inside.
His cum gushed out, filling her pussy to the brim.
Pleasurably stuffing her womb.
Not satisfied, he shoved his still-hard cock into her asshole next.
Then he ravaged her ass just as thoroughly, reveling in her depths.
Five loads in her pussy, two in her ass. Only then did he pull out, satisfied, and leave the booth.
That finally freed Gyu Wol-ryeong from her restraints. Naturally, she'd been the very last.
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"Any more items on the agenda? If not, let's wrap this up. Sound good to everyone?"
In the headquarters of the Camellia Cult, inside that very conference room where Gyu Wol-ryeong had once been thoroughly toyed with—the vice bishops were holding their regular meeting.
Their cult had grown massive in scale.
Even conservatively, they had over three hundred followers. Factor in the female slaves they'd subjugated, and it doubled easily.
Naturally, incidents cropped up among them, demanding plenty of agenda items to keep things in line.
The meeting had dragged on as a result, but it was nearing its end.
As it wrapped up, Yeom Vice-Bishop brought up the tributes.
"Preparations for the tributes are going smoothly. We should hit the ritual deadline perfectly. Everyone agree?"
This grand ritual's tributes were 'Gyu Wol-ryeong' and 'Dom'.
There'd been other candidates, but they'd withdrawn, deeming them incomparable.
Preparing tributes was each vice bishop's right and duty.
For the periodic rituals, they selected the finest bitches to offer their revered Great Yoma.
The criteria for tributes were strict.
And 'That One' accepted only one at a time, two at most—so even qualifying candidates could get edged out.
Once passed over, a candidate was barred forever.
Thus, the vice bishops had held back their own picks. They knew full well that with Gyu Wol-ryeong and Dom, theirs wouldn't stand a chance.
'Damn. Yeom's influence is about to skyrocket.'
'I thought I had a shot this time. Could've used it to knock Yeom down a peg...'
Some of the attending vice bishops swallowed their resentment inwardly.
The most obvious malcontents were Gyeon and U Vice-Bishops.
Gui Vice-Bishop's thoughts remained inscrutable as ever. Ok Vice-Bishop fidgeted conspicuously. The last one gazed at Yeom Vice-Bishop with reverence.
Yeom Vice-Bishop, who led with a benevolent smile as he scanned the room, turned to Ok.
"Ok Vice-Bishop? Something on your mind?"
"...Ah, well, you see."
He hesitated, then spoke cautiously.
"About the tributes. Isn't it a bit rushed? She shows rebellious streaks sometimes, and it seems she hasn't fully abandoned thoughts of escape. Maybe we should observe longer, train her more before offering her up. With the ritual just a week away, the timeline feels tight..."
Yeom Vice-Bishop stroked his chin thoughtfully at the careful suggestion.
Ok pressed on.
"Remember the last one, Chae Ja-hyun? As an exorcist, we took double the usual time for baptism and prep to avoid issues. Gyu Wol-ryeong's supposedly even stronger—"
"Thank you for the input, Ok Vice-Bishop."
Yeom cut in.
His smile remained kind.
"But can you swear there's no personal bias in that? Is it truly objective?"
Ok winced.
He hadn't spoken from pure concern.
Once offered to 'That One,' tributes became untouchable until 'That One' grew bored and bestowed grace.
Chae Ja-hyun, the previous tribute, had so captivated 'That One' that she'd been monopolized for months.
Even now, contact was limited; she could be reclaimed anytime.
If Gyu Wol-ryeong pleased 'That One' too, who knew when Ok could touch her again.
He adored her too much and wanted her within reach longer. This was just an excuse.
Yeom saw right through it, yet kept his gentle smile.
"Heh heh, appreciated. But I doubt it'll play out that way. We'll intensify the baptism and training to ensure it. ...'That One' will adore them. Please understand my eagerness to offer them sooner."
He spoke with fervent eyes and voice.
Ok fell silent.
Gauging his reaction, Yeom turned to Gui Vice-Bishop.
"Gui Vice-Bishop, no candidate from you again."
"Huh, me?"
"Yes. You've dodged it every time, but your position's getting shaky. Isn't your 'grace' quota running thin? Please take your vice bishop duties more seriously."
"Got it. Anyway, I've got a decent candidate prepped."
"Really? Never heard of it."
"I'll whip it out with a bang once ready. My skills are lacking, so I'm trying various baptisms, but nothing show-worthy yet."
"Fine. Just don't forget your mission as vice bishop."
Finally, Yeom's gaze settled on the room's center.
At the table's midst sat a mattress where naked Gyu Wol-ryeong and Dom entwined in a 69, lapping at each other's sexes.
Their lewd female scents wafted thickly.
Throughout the long, dull meeting, they'd comforted each other like this, entertaining the vice bishops' eyes and ears.
Of course, hypnosis from 'grace' blocked the proceedings from their ears. They were mindless, rutting beasts obeying commands.
Yeom savored the sight, then smiled benignly.
Dark emotions simmered beneath, but his faith and loyalty to their worshipped Yoma burned pure.
"By consensus, we'll offer them as tributes at the ritual in three days. Our god—no, Great Yoma—will surely be pleased. Let us anticipate the grand blessings to come."
Yeom Vice-Bishop's declaration.
As if on cue, Gyu Wol-ryeong and Dom climaxed together, their obscene bodies writhing in unison.
