Chapter 52 - One Brainless Couple Here Who Can't Read the Room
“It’s rare to find someone capable of producing this many ghouls.”
Marel examined the relatively intact ghoul corpse that Han Seyoung had brought, murmuring with a serious expression.
“Who did it?”
“None other than the master of black magic, Siela. She’s the only one.”
“So you’re saying she turned her own territory’s people into ghouls.”
“Yes, it seems that way. Oh, how wicked she is!”
Not something for someone from the Holy Kingdom—who wants to wipe out the entire demon race by killing the Demon King—to say.
Marel shuddered at Siela’s atrocities. Seolhui, looking uncomfortable at Marel’s somewhat mad demeanor, clamped her mouth shut mid-question.
On the other hand, there was an awkward vibe to her words, making it clear this lustful saintess was hiding something. Probably some secret about the Holy Kingdom?
“Forget how they figured out we’re here—shouldn’t we prepare for the subjugation force that bitch Siela’s probably sending soon?”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary anymore.”
“What bullshit is that?”
Han Seyoung scowled and spat a curse at Marel.
The saintess continued her explanation unfazed.
“Siela’s legion is composed entirely of artificially created beings. If she turns all her territory’s residents into troops, their numbers would exceed several hundred thousand.”
“Then we need a plan even more. How the hell are we supposed to stop them with just five—no, four people?”
Surprising. I’d thought Han Seyoung could handle that many on her own, but apparently she doesn’t. And in the midst of that, she’s written me off the combat roster? That’s too much.
“If we use the holy sword’s power, there’s no need to face hundreds of thousands. The hero’s strength is tremendous, after all.”
Han Seyoung shot a look of utter disbelief at Geum Taeyeon, who grinned ear-to-ear at the rare self-praise—probably the first she’d heard. But for now, she seemed willing to trust Marel and spoke up.
“I already know the holy sword works on undead. But it took a while to take down those dozens of ghouls earlier. How do we handle hundreds or thousands of times that number?”
“Simple. Kill the leader, Siela. Once the controller dies, the undead legion falls apart easily.”
Han Seyoung no longer trusted even Marel. She crushed the cigarette she’d just lit in one hand, glared daggers at her, and snarled with fury.
“Hey, you think that’ll work?”
“Of course. It’s entirely possible. Siela is undead herself, after all.”
I’m pretty sure she’s a fallen angel?
As if reading my mind, Marel continued without pause.
“To offer her body to the Demon King, she severed the angel’s halo above her head. The halo is like an angel’s lifeline—think of it as a human’s ‘heart.’”
“And she cut off something that precious, so...”
“Yes, she vomited blood and died on the spot.”
Marel flashed a creepy smile. Han Seyoung brushed the tobacco debris from her exploded cigarette off her hands—then wiped them on my head.
This bitch calls me a slut, so she’s treating me like one for real!
“The Demon King revived the dead Siela with powerful black magic. In place of the halo, he engraved a demon horn there.”
“You know it like it was right in front of you. Did the God of Light tell you?”
“No. The Holy Kingdom captured the Demon King’s male guard unit and broke them through long-term training until they spilled everything about the Demon King. That’s how we know the details.”
She’s bragging. You bitch. As expected, the Holy Kingdom’s rotten to the core too.
At the mention of “rape,” Han Seyoung glanced down at me.
“So, we punch through hundreds of thousands of undead and stab Siela with the holy sword?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“You think that makes any sense?”
Yeah, even if the holy sword is a undead-killing machine, assassinating a woman guarded by a massive army sounds like a fairy tale.
But Marel, as if she’d anticipated it, grinned at Han Seyoung.
“There’s a good method. Though it might be a bit uncomfortable for you. Care to hear it, Ms. Han Seyoung?”
“Spit it out.”
“Very well. The hero says that if you charge the holy sword with yang energy, it gains the power to fell even the strongest undead in a single strike.”
“H-how do you gather yang energy?”
“Semen. Fresh semen from a human male.”
Marel abruptly dropped her smile and looked straight at me.
Feeling something ominous, Han Seyoung gripped my shoulder hard and yanked me toward her. Then, looking like the most pissed-off person alive, she said:
“Find another way.”
“The only alternative is to charge in and kill her outright—which is basically declaring war on the entire demon realm. Far more dangerous and time-consuming than the previous method.”
At those words, Han Seyoung’s eyes filled with killing intent. Marel, who’d kept her relaxed smile throughout, started sweating bullets under the glare of a woman who could skin someone alive barehanded.
“I-I didn’t do anything wrong! It’s the method the hero suggested to me!”
“She’s right.”
As always, Geum Taeyeon stepped forward with a lecherous grin, positioning herself between me and Han Seyoung.
“The holy sword is the purest white existence, so sprinkling ‘white’ bodily fluid awakens it.”
“You think I’ll buy that nonsense? Want me to punch another hole in your rotten mouth?”
“No, isn’t this just ‘common sense’?”
“...It is, but!”
Right. Sprinkling ‘white stuff’ on the holy sword to power it up is ‘common sense.’ Why didn’t Han Seyoung know? Looking at her dumbstruck face, she’s realizing it late too.
“Don’t be stubborn, Ms. Han Seyoung! This is our mission.”
“Mission? Hilarious. In case you forgot, I’m a mercenary you hired. I’ll risk my life for pay, but I’ve got no obligation to tie my fate to this crap.”
“R-right, that’s true. Jeez...”
Geum Taeyeon looked flustered and glanced down at me.
There’s no other way.
Sprinkling ‘white’—aka semen—on the holy sword is something only I, the sole male in the group, can do. Can’t say there’s no lewd intent mixed in, but if it has to be done, I’m the one.
But fuck, I don’t wanna!
If I don’t, they’d have to scour the demon realm for a man. We’d fight the undead legion first, and per Marel, it might take decades to catch the Demon King. Then Han Seyoung and my happy married life wouldn’t start till we’re grandparents. No thanks.
Better to whip it out once and get it over with.
I steeled myself inwardly, dropped my pants and underwear. My cock flopped out, swinging in the air.
For some reason, the thick fog that’d clouded my mind until now felt like it was clearing.
“Hey! You...”
“Noona, don’t you want to get back to our original world ASAP and live all lovey-dovey?”
“Th-that’s...”
“Me too.”
“Mmm~ How beautiful.”
If we return, it won’t be to the world where I lived—a world full of men driven by lust—but one full of women driven by it. To survive there, marrying Han Seyoung is the way.
“Do it.”
“Huh?”
“Splash your jizz on that holy sword.”
Han Seyoung squeezed her eyes shut as she said it. Must’ve been a tough call for her.
I pressed my cock against Han Seyoung’s plump ass.
“Eep?”
“After this, let’s have sloppy sex again. This time, don’t just grind on my abs—fuck my cock hard with your pussy.”
I never thought those words would come from my mouth. Like Han Seyoung, I’m totally hooked on her. Maybe I always have been... I’d just ignored it, lived denying it.
Stupidly, we’d both forgotten we desperately loved each other.
What an idiot I was.
No more leaning on her with the excuse of safety. From now on, I’ll lean with the excuse of love.
I’m Han Seyoung’s. No one else can fuck me.
“Planning to spend the night there?”
“I’ll be quick.”
As I was lost in thought, Geum Taeyeon urged me to cum. I rubbed my cock gently against Han Seyoung’s big ass to get it hard, then stepped forward.
—Grab!
“Eep? What the hell are you doing?!”
“Ah, it has to be my cum for it to work.”
Geum Taeyeon suddenly lunged at me and gripped my cock with her hand. I shoved her in surprise, but she didn’t budge.
“Hey!! Get your filthy hands off!”
Han Seyoung bared her teeth like she’d smack her.
Unlike Marel, Geum Taeyeon stayed composed and slyly grabbed my ass too.
“Noona, hold still.”
“Baek Sejun! What the fuck?”
“If noona explodes here, ugh! Don’t grip so hard...”
“Hey!”
“Just... trust me...”
Bullshit that wouldn’t have flown before—but Han Seyoung...
“Fine.”
She trusted me. Or rather, she had no choice.
Geum Taeyeon grinned so wide her mouth nearly split, then stabbed the holy sword into the ground.
“Don’t hold back—just blow your load, splurt. My hand feels good; it’s ‘common sense,’ right? No need to be embarrassed... Got it?”
“Shut your mouth. You think I’d feel pleasure from a bitch like you?”
“Pfft, guess we’ll see.”
No matter what she did, I wouldn’t react.
—Stroke stroke stroke stroke...
“Ughhh!!”
This resolve lasted all of five seconds.