Hanbok (2)
While Jinwoo sent the hanbok as the sacrificial garment for Kim Sea's final rite, and the four bitches of the Yamashita Temple engaged in their subtle psychological warfare that reached a new phase, the world's internet was still boiling uncontrollably over the ripples they had created before.
[Korea - Mystery Gallery] Korean communities were gripped by a complex fever of awe, anger, and self-loathing. Their 'first survivor,' Kim Sea, had vanished, leaving 'Crow' and 'Fox Mask' as their only hope and object of observation.
The frenzy was morphing into rage at being abandoned and self-loathing over their own powerlessness.
[Japan - 5ch Occult Board] In stark contrast, Japanese internet was in full festival mode, reveling in 'victory.'
Saw it, right?! Whole world's humans saved on our Japanese soil by our Fox-Sama! This is Japan's national prestige!
Saw the figure IRL—insane. Especially the Korean girl parts in the carrier... That terrified face... Perfection lol
Koreans seething with jealousy, saying she ditched them for Japan lol. Serves 'em right. Too good for trash like you.
TBH, honor Crow-sama as an honorary Japanese. Fox-Sama's Japan's new goddess! Build a shrine for her!
Hey, that tribute scene—rewatched a ton, never gets old. Perfect submission... perfect body... That's a Japanese woman!
To them, Chiharu was no longer just an internet idol. She was the living Yamato Nadeshiko who restored Japan's crumbling pride—a symbol of elevating national prestige.
[USA - Reddit /r/EternalNightmare] American communities had moved past initial rage and anxiety into cold, hard 'analysis.' The main focus: the new entity 'Corax.'
(Let's break this down. We've all seen the footage. This new creature some call "Black Bird" ain't just a bird. It's a shapeshifting bio-weapon platform.)
(1. Transformation: Shifts from tiny crow to fighter-jet-sized monster. Implies perfect control over its biomass and mass. Terrifying implications.)
(2. "Feathers of Ruin": Devastating AOE. Not just sharp—survivor accounts say feathers cause instant necrosis or curses that rot wounds.)
(3. Resilience & Loyalty: Took a direct hit from what looked like a harpoon, kept fighting, protected civilians. Absolute loyalty to Crow and Fox.)
(The question: Where'd he get it? Made it himself? Or recruited from a nightmare like with Fox? If he can create/tame familiars at this level, his power dwarfs our initial estimates. He's not just a powerful mage. He's a one-man army creator.)
Thus, the global internet danced perfectly to the few crumbs Jinwoo had tossed, analyzing, worshiping, envying, and fearing him from their own perspectives and desires.
As the world's madness peaked and the four bitches floundered in their desires, the god descended once more.
A crimson-black summoning gate howled open again on the central marble floor of the basement. From within emerged Jinwoo—not in combat gear, but casual black hoodie and jeans, strolling out as if he'd just popped next door.
The moment he appeared, the four women on the first floor froze simultaneously. Their lower-abdomen brands burned hot, announcing their master's return.
"Master!"
Sea reacted first, closest as she was. She wailed like a banshee and bolted for the basement door, with Aki, Chiharu, and Koharu hot on her heels, refusing to be outdone.
By the time they reached the basement, their maskless, barefaced master stood there in everyday clothes. He gazed down with satisfaction at the four bitches collapsing at his feet in rivalry.
"The gift... you received well, I see."
His low query made their bodies twitch in unison. He meant the ornate, ominous hanbok that had arrived days ago.
"Y-yes... yes! Master! The sacred garment you sent... we've enshrined it on the altar...!"
Sea answered first, voice nearly breaking with sobs. Her eyes brimmed with the fanatic's ecstasy of finally receiving her true master.
"We received it... gratefully, Master."
Aki, Chiharu, and Koharu replied too, faces complex knowing for whom the garment was meant.
Jinwoo savored their reactions as he headed to the living room. Seated on his throne, the four bitches prostrated perfectly by hierarchy at his feet. He admired the scene of utter submission for a moment.
Then his gaze turned to Sea.
"Kim Sea."
"Yes! Yes, Master!"
"Art thou... prepared?"
He repeated the question halted days prior. Sea swallowed. No hesitation now. She lifted her head to meet his eyes squarely.
"Yes, Master! All that I am..."
But Jinwoo halted her with a raised hand before she finished.
"Wait. Before that answer, I shall assign thee... thine own 'role.'"
Aki, Chiharu, and Koharu's eyes flashed with jealousy and wariness.
"Unlike thee three," he swept his gaze over the other bitches, "this one shall serve me not in shadow, but in the light."
He declared to Sea: "Thou shalt be mine emissary and diplomat. Wield thy known face and the symbolism of the beautiful survivor as weapons against governments and conglomerates. Supply them the items I craft in this magic workshop, and in exchange, gather wealth and power to offer me."
Sea’s eyes widened in disbelief. To her—not sturdy Chiharu or wise Aki—such a vital, glorious mission?
But Jinwoo's words continued, voice turning icy cold.
"Yet... that path will be far from smooth. Thou mayest encounter not only them, but other mages lurking in shadows like me. Whether foes or friends... who can say."
He leaned in, gripping her chin to force her eyes to his.
"And shouldst thou be captured by them or hostile agencies... they will do anything to extract my secrets. Pluck thy nails and claws one by one, laughing as thou screamest, carving their filthy marks on thy white skin. And... thou mayest be gang-raped night-long by nameless males not me, impregnated with their vile seed."
The cruel, explicit depiction blanched all four faces. Aki and Koharu trembled in terror; even Chiharu sighed relief it wasn't her.
He watched horror and hesitation bloom in Sea's eyes. But it lasted only a moment. She bit her lip. The fear in her gaze shifted to... resolve.
Yes... terrifying. Horrific. But I've already discarded my past with my own hands. I'm already his. Whatever role he assigns—even a path to hell—that's the only way I survive this harem and prove my worth!
She raised her head. Her ash-brown eyes no longer those of a frightened lamb. They held the resolute spirit of a woman embracing her fate, ready to leap into fire.
"I will."
Her voice was soft, but harder than steel.
"Gladly... I shall be your emissary, face your enemies. Even if my nails are torn out, my body defiled... so long as your brand scars this flesh, my soul is eternally yours. Please... use me, Master."
For the first time, genuine admiration lit Jinwoo's eyes.
The three senior bitches watching: Aki was aghast, Koharu moved, and Chiharu... shivered unwittingly at her potential rival's unexpected, immense resolve.