Chapter 91
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: #2 The Falling Exorcist (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Hypnosis in Progress ♥) (1)
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"Ahh, damn it...! Is that fanatic bastard impotent or something?! How can he just offer up a girl like that as tribute without a second thought?!"
The Ok Vice Bishop vented his frustration as he stormed down the corridor.
The meeting had finally ended. But the outcome he'd hoped for hadn't come to pass.
Gyu Wol-ryeong would ultimately be offered up as a sacrifice.
Once that happened, he wouldn't be able to lay a hand on her anymore.
The ritual was set for three days from now. Considering he had to share her with the other vice bishops during that time, his exclusive turns would number two at most... and even those would last no longer than half a day each.
If he failed the lottery draw, it might shrink to just once. It was woefully insufficient to satisfy his desires.
He harbored resentment toward Yeom Vice Bishop's stubborn refusal to delay the offering, but Yeom was the one who'd brought these tributes in the first place. Blaming him felt misguided.
And though he'd grumbled a bit, he too was a believer graced by "His" blessing, holding the rank of vice bishop.
He had some faith of his own. Of course, it paled in comparison to the utter fanaticism of Yeom Vice Bishop.
'At this point, all I can do is beg the other vice bishops to yield some time... Not Gyeon or U Vice Bishop, so maybe Gui or Hyo... But Hyo only listens to Yeom Vice Bishop, so not sure if that'll work...'
"...It's all your fault, you slut. So damn irresistible...!"
"Mmm... Ahh... Ohhh..."
He whispered those words into Gyu Wol-ryeong's ear as he embraced her from behind, groping her freely.
Right after the meeting, he'd dragged her straight to his private quarters, where he continued to toy with her while she remained under the hypnosis from the conference room.
The Ok Vice Bishop kneaded her supple, pleasurable flesh to his heart's content. Her body was slick with sweat everywhere. And between her legs, her crotch was utterly soaked from hours of lesbian play with Dom.
He could have washed her off before bringing her to his room, but he'd deliberately skipped it.
He buried his face in the slender nape of her neck, shrouded by her black hair, and inhaled deeply.
The thick, musky scent of a ripe female flooded his nostrils, filling him with rapture.
Whether due to the blessing from "Him," he possessed several special abilities.
And his sense of smell was one of them.
His nose could detect scents others couldn't.
And it told him that Gyu Wol-ryeong exuded a uniquely exquisite aroma.
Even though she wasn't a virgin, her scent was purer than any virgin's—fresh and peachy sweet.
Sniffing deeper revealed layers of fragrances, each one uplifting his mood with intoxicating delight.
No matter how much she washed, the essence ingrained in her core never faded.
But he especially loved moments like this, before a wash, when the smells were at their most potent and easy to savor.
"Heh heh. The smell of a female... a true female's scent~ I've never encountered one so utterly feminine~."
With any other woman, he wouldn't obsess like this.
But because it was Gyu Wol-ryeong, he couldn't help himself.
Meeting her had rocked him to his core.
It had realigned his very standards for women, centering them entirely on her.
At this point, all he could do was devour her until he grew sick of her—until every last lingering attachment vanished.
Yet at the same time, he felt a desire to savor her slowly, leisurely, like a newlywed couple.
Either way, the scant few hours allotted to a vice bishop fell far short...
As he helplessly imprinted her scent into his mind, lost in the indulgence,
A knock suddenly echoed through his private quarters.
He had no desire to be interrupted with Gyu Wol-ryeong.
"Don't pretend you're not there, Ok. I know you're in."
His ploy had been seen through. They'd known from the start that he'd taken her to his room.
With his permission to enter, Gui Vice Bishop stepped inside, just as his voice had suggested.
Trailing behind him on all fours, leash in hand, crawled Dom.
"Pardon the intrusion. I have something to discuss. You look busy—mind if I take a moment?"
"If you know that, make it quick. I'm in a foul mood right now."
"Hmm. It's about the girl you're holding."
At Gui's words, Ok Vice Bishop's eyebrow twitched.
"What are you getting at? If you're here to ask me to yield—"
"The opposite, Ok. I'm offering to yield to you."
Ok Vice Bishop's puzzled expression visibly brightened in the next instant.
When he double-checked if it was real, Gui confirmed it without hesitation.
"It's true, Ok. You seem to want her badly. I'm interested too, but right now, I have something more pressing to focus on."
"...You mean her?"
"No. This one's just a convenient plaything. No matter how rough I get, she doesn't break, so I toy with her for fun. But as a woman? Not really my taste. To me, she's third-rate trash at best."
At the outrageous insult, Dom flinched for a split second where she knelt.
But the expression that flashed across her face seemed like joy and happiness. Though it was so fleeting it might have been Ok Vice Bishop's imagination.
More importantly, if Gui truly meant it, this was welcome news for him.
He'd even considered asking Gui first, and now the offer came unprompted.
As he began to rejoice inwardly, Gui Vice Bishop continued.
"Of course, it's not free. Naturally, there are conditions. We're not in the habit of handing these out for nothing, right?"
"...Urgh... As expected."
Ok Vice Bishop groaned.
"Already dreading what you'll demand."
"Don't worry so much. It's not a tough ask. I just need authority from the other vice bishops besides myself."
Gui Vice Bishop laid out his main point.
True to his word, it wasn't a difficult demand. If it meant claiming even a bit more time with this woman,
Of course, it wasn't entirely cost-free, and he'd harbored some skepticism about the proposal itself from the start.
"You really think that'll work?"
"Hmm, who knows. Hard to say without trying."
"...Reckless, but no real reason for me to stop you."
And so, he agreed to the proposal.
Even if the demand had been several times steeper, he would have accepted anyway.
He was that utterly smitten with Gyu Wol-ryeong right now.
"Heh heh, thank you."
"More like, it's a deal. Beyond the current schedule, hand over whatever I draw in tomorrow's lottery too."
"Greedy, aren't you... Doesn't matter. As long as you do as I ask."
"Of course. And if you need anything extra on top, just say the word."
"I'll let you know if something comes up."
With an apology for taking more time, he promptly left the room.
Once he was gone, Ok Vice Bishop couldn't hold back his grin. He hugged Gyu Wol-ryeong even tighter, rubbing his cheek against hers.
Even as his unshaven stubble scraped her skin raw, the still-hypnotized woman showed no sign of displeasure.
'I wonder what he's thinking.'
Emerging from Ok Vice Bishop's room alongside him, Dom crawled after Gui Vice Bishop, lost in thought.
She was only pretending to be under hypnosis, but in reality, she wasn't hypnotized at all. Thus, her mind was free to think and ponder as she wished.
Yet even with that freedom, she couldn't fathom the thoughts of Gui Vice Bishop—no, her master.
What was he truly thinking?
What was he planning?
And what did he intend to do with the other exorcist he'd captured, Mina?
She was a succubus. A yoma.
But before that, she was her master's plaything.
Dom had contracted with him long ago.
Normally, contracts with yoma favored the yoma side.
But hers was tilted entirely toward him, not her.
An utterly unequal pact, disadvantageous to her to the extreme—a complete enslavement contract.
She had accepted it willingly.
A slave had no right to know her master's thoughts.
As if to assert that, he never fully revealed his mind to her.
Even when he'd released Gyu Wol-ryeong into the mansion to gauge her power before, Dom hadn't grasped his intentions.
But she harbored no complaints about that fact.
Only a thrilling anticipation.
'What fun spectacle will he show me this time...☆'
Dom had zero regrets about becoming this man's slave.
Her heart brimmed only with expectation and joy.
He would surely deliver something magnificent. Something utterly entertaining.
With that anticipation alone, Dom happily remained his slave, his tool.