Chapter 99
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Ritual (Mina - Tentacle Offering Defilement) (2)
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"Oh, just as I expected."
And watching that scene was Vice Bishop Gui—the Chairman—with a look of delight on his face.
"Looks like I'm pretty lucky after all."
With that, he quietly slipped out of the hall.
To fetch what he had prepared.
The hall was in an uproar.
Restlessness was spreading everywhere as people struggled to stay calm amid the sudden crisis.
And the one most unable to keep his composure, the most flustered of all, was none other than Vice Bishop Yeom.
"What... what is this? No, that can't be..."
His agitation and confusion dwarfed even what he'd shown when Dom was deemed unfit earlier.
He simply couldn't accept this situation.
"Do it again! Do it again! There's no way! There must be some mistake!"
Wol-ryeong was an unparalleled talent, incomparable to any offering they'd seen before. A true gem.
That much was acknowledged by all the vice bishops. Even the followers who attended these periodic gatherings had all recognized Wol-ryeong's exceptional qualities.
The vice bishops had given up pushing their own candidates. Not because Vice Bishop Yeom had pressured them, but because they believed no other candidate could match this female's talents, no matter what they tried.
Vice Bishop Yeom had pinned all his hopes on her.
That's why he'd gone to such lengths to baptize her, refining her meticulously so that "He" could savor her more easily, deliciously, enjoyably, and intensely.
Like preparing the finest, freshest sashimi—only the most tender cuts, glistening and appetizing, melting delicately in the mouth. That's how he'd finished his preparations.
And yet.
"...Red."
Wol-ryeong murmured.
Her hand still resting on the gem that revealed "His" will.
The gem beneath her palm remained dyed a deep red.
Even deeper than usual, as if insisting that anyone else might do, but not Wol-ryeong—not this woman, no matter what.
They tried several times, but the result was the same each time.
The gem—"He"—was rejecting Wol-ryeong.
Not a single candidate among them had been chosen.
Such a thing had never happened before.
And this came right after Vice Bishop Yeom had lavishly praised Wol-ryeong, boldly proclaiming that she would receive graces beyond compare and urging preparations accordingly.
"—This can't be happening!!!!"
Unable to believe it, Vice Bishop Yeom bellowed in frustration.
He rushed to Wol-ryeong, grabbed her hand roughly, and slammed it down onto the gem.
The grip, infused with yoma strength, was incredibly powerful. Wol-ryeong winced in pain, but he paid no heed.
The gem's reaction remained unchanged.
Unable to contain himself further, he seized not just her hand but her head, shoving it toward the gem.
"Ack...!"
"This can't be! It can't be! There must be some mistake, Lady Yoma! This woman is right here! No better offering exists! Surely you'll be satisfied!!"
He cried out in lament toward the gem that conveyed His will and the yoma beyond it.
Then that lament turned toward Wol-ryeong.
"You put some effort into it too! Flirt a little! Shake those lewd udders! Wiggle that sow-like ass! Your pussy—right, smear some pussy juice on it, and surely 'He' will recognize you...!!"
The unrest and agitation in the hall grew even more intense.
And the gem's light stayed red. No matter what he did, Wol-ryeong was not accepted.
Vice Bishop Yeom's judgment was wrong. That much was certain.
This had never happened before.
No candidate had ever been entirely rejected like this.
The followers and vice bishops alike were at a loss, unsure how to proceed.
Should they fetch new candidates right now? Or end the gathering as is?
As they exchanged uneasy glances amid the chaos, unable to decide—
The side door of the club swung open, and someone entered.
"Vice Bishop, please calm down a little."
In the midst of the turmoil, that voice rang out crystal clear through the hall. It reached even the flustered Vice Bishop Yeom without fail.
Vice Bishop Yeom whipped around.
In his field of vision stood the one who had opened the door and entered.
It was Vice Bishop Gui.
He, who had slipped out unnoticed earlier, now returned with someone in tow.
A woman with pink hair.
At least, unknown to Vice Bishop Yeom.
"Here we have a new offering candidate. Perfect timing—why don't we give her a chance to be checked as well?"
Vice Bishop Gui.
Bowed his head politely, with that same inscrutable smile as always.
There were several conditions for selecting an offering.
Most weren't particularly strict or difficult.
But if there was one stringent requirement, it was "securing the approval of a majority of the vice bishops."
The vice bishops all wanted to offer their chosen candidates.
To that end, they couldn't maliciously reject others' picks.
Nor would they tolerate mediocre offerings.
Not just for their own gain—their faith forbade presenting anything unworthy to "Him."
Though degrees varied, they all shared faith in "Him."
They all wanted to offer the best possible candidate. ...Except for that one with inscrutable intentions.
"Who would've thought? You all actually approved it. I really had no idea how it'd go—ahaha."
That "inscrutable" Vice Bishop Gui chuckled as he ascended the platform.
At his side was the pink-haired exorcist, Yang Mi-na.
Mi-na was stark naked, no collar around her neck, no signs of hypnosis stripping her will.
Yet she showed no resistance whatsoever, staying glued to Vice Bishop Gui's side. She reacted sensitively to every touch, sighing sweetly like a lovestruck girl.
The vice bishops looked stunned, as if they'd never expected this, but three—including Vice Bishop Ok—had consented to submitting the offering candidate.
Just as negotiated in advance.
He'd asked them to approve his pick, even if it fell a bit short.
But none had anticipated the timing. They all felt blindsided.
And Vice Bishop Yeom glared at the smug Vice Bishop Gui with displeasure.
"...You knew this would happen?"
"No way. What would I know? You all just kept hounding me to submit an offering candidate already."
In any case, there was no grounds to reject his claim now.
Vice Bishop Yeom retreated, still gripping Wol-ryeong's collar, making way for Vice Bishop Gui and the Mi-na he'd brought to stand before the gem.
As soon as Mi-na placed her hand on the gem, a change occurred.
Not red this time, but a brilliant purple glow.
An unmistakable sign of affirmation.
"Looks like the Lady Yoma takes a liking to this one. She must have high expectations all around—sorry about that."
"......."
"Haha, talk about luck on my part. For Her to accept a lowly offering like mine... I should express my thanks again."
Youthful words to match his young appearance.
Whether intentional or not, they grated on Vice Bishop Yeom's nerves—scratched them raw.
His mask had slipped somewhat from the unexpected turn, leaving him unable to school his expression.
That shock over Wol-ryeong must have run deep.
And Vice Bishop Gui smirked at him.
A brief silence fell in that state, but Vice Bishop Yeom broke it.
He let out a long sigh laced with complex emotions, then nodded and spoke.
"...My apologies. But it's a relief—no gap in offerings."
"Sure is. What a stroke of fortune. Who'd have thought my pathetic offering would actually win? Must be 'Her' grace."
"'She' will surely recognize your gratitude. Well done, Vice Bishop Gui."
With that, he reached toward the gem.
He carefully wrapped it in the cloth beneath, then placed it in Mi-na's arms.
Mi-na hugged it tightly to her chest.
"Now you hold both the qualification and the key to enter 'Her' domain. From here on, live as an offering—dedicating body, mind, and soul to Her."
He had regained his composure, speaking in his usual tone and demeanor.
Despite the minor disturbance, the ritual's core was complete.
Plenty of tasks remained, but they were mere formalities.
Moreover, the yoma they served—Her sacred form—was not here.
They needed to relocate. To where Her form was kept.
Thus, Vice Bishop Yeom ordered Vice Bishop Gui to take the new offering there.
He would handle the rest here—distributing new "graces," revealing regional followers' activity levels, preaching what was needed to continue serving "Her"...
With that, Vice Bishop Gui headed down from the platform, Mi-na tucked under his arm, groping her breast as he went.
From then on, Mi-na would live as an offering.
For weeks or years, to be defiled and toyed with in the yoma's embrace.
Every inch, inside and out, thoroughly ravished.
She would melt away, soaked through from head to toe, outer flesh to innermost depths, in endless pleasure.
Pain and ecstasy alternated just so, illusions repeated to shatter her soul, defenses worn thin—then squeezed and brewed to the richest essence, sucked dry at will.
Richly, sweetly—her female flesh and soul entirely.
All of it toyed with by the yoma. Becoming Her sustenance. Used for Her amusement.
The exorcist would devolve into the yoma's plaything, a mere toy.
Until the yoma grew bored—endlessly.
What became of her after was unknown.
But she could never return to her former self. That much was certain.
"................Huh?"
Suddenly, Mi-na's footsteps halted.
Vice Bishop Gui turned, wondering what was wrong.
Mi-na, clutching the yoma's gem to her chest.
And someone had grabbed her, stopping her.
Wol-ryeong's hand gripped Mi-na's arm, blocking her path.
Until moments ago, she'd stood apart from the gem, blankly watching like a doll as events unfolded.
"...No."
The hall's subsided clamor began to rise again.
Restlessness spread. Vice Bishop Yeom's eyes widened in shock.
"What..."
"You can't go, Mi-na."
Amid the growing unrest, Wol-ryeong lifted her head.
Her red eyes blazed with the flames of her spiritual power.
"I won't let you. Absolutely not."
"I'm an exorcist."
"I have to protect people from yoma."
"So—I'll protect you."
The light spread from her eyes across her entire body, igniting fiercely.