Sea's Return
Jinwoo rose, savoring the taut tension in the air. "Very well. Then my envoy will need attire befitting her station." He scanned the four bitches languidly. "Let's go shopping. It's been a while since we've seen the outside world."
The sudden proposal made all four women's eyes widen in unison. Together... with Master?
Back at the Yamashita Temple, they bustled into preparations for the outing. Jinwoo changed into a plain black shirt and slacks, a faint magical veil cloaking his face and Sea's to prevent proper recognition by others. Aki drove the black minivan, pulling up before the most luxurious department store nearby. The five descending drew every gaze around them: one man exuding an ordinary yet inexplicable pressure, flanked by four stunning women attending him in their own distinct ways.
They were escorted to the deepest recesses of the store, a private shopping lounge reserved for VVIP clients.
"My envoy requires two personas," Jinwoo declared, sinking deep into the central sofa with legs crossed. "One for dealing with corporations: the image of a cold, intellectual secretary. The other for government officials: the guise of a pure yet imperious goddess."
Aki sprang into action at his command, instructing the VVIP room manager to fetch dozens of top-tier office outfits and crisp white suits. Sea's transformation began. Before her three seniors—and above all, the Master's gaze from the sofa—she changed outfits dozens of times.
Aki inspected each piece with a hawk's eye, checking fabric, stitching, and fit on Sea's body meticulously. Chiharu, arms crossed, spat barbs endlessly: "Looks too stuffy. How's she supposed to seduce a man in that?" Koharu gushed innocently, "Waaah... Sister, you look so pretty!" though envy flickered in her eyes for those clothes herself.
While finalizing Sea's wardrobe, Jinwoo selected for the other three as well. For Aki, he personally chose provocative black lace lingerie and a silk robe to maximize her sultriness. For Chiharu, a special black bodysuit of highly elastic, durable material for her next hunt. For Koharu, several pure white dresses in innocent, lovable designs to emphasize her purity—he even held them against her body.
At last, Sea's two perfect outfits were chosen. The first was impeccable office wear: a skin-tight black H-line skirt, a silk blouse plunging daringly at the chest, and horn-rimmed glasses for an intellectual edge. In it, Sea was no longer a pitiful girl. She embodied a cold, competent secretary who could make even a corporate titan dance in her palm.
The second was a pristine white pantsuit. Sharp angles at the shoulders tapered to a cinched waist, accentuating feminine curves. Nothing underneath, secured by a single jacket button that teasingly exposed her cleavage. On her feet, vertiginous 12cm silver stiletto heels. Sea now radiated the pure yet unassailable majesty of a goddess no one dared defy.
When shopping concluded, Aki paid the hundreds-of-millions-won bill from a bag of thick cash bundles without batting an eye. The most primitive—and flawless—way to evade tracking.
Back in the minivan, the five rode in silence. But all knew: that shopping spree wasn't mere clothes-buying. It was the official coronation of Kim Sea as a new bitch, licensed to represent Master in the outside world beyond their domain. The three senior bitches sensed the second act of the hierarchy war dawning in their hearts.
Days of lewd, frenzied orgies gave way to languid repose. The Yamashita Temple lingered in quiet, feverish peace, steeped in the scent of Master's seed and the bitches' fluids—like a vast womb of pleasure.
At its heart: Koharu and Corax. Corax's wounded wing healed miraculously under Koharu's devoted care. Each morning, she rolled up her shrine maiden sleeves, gently wiping the injury's edges with a warm, damp cloth. She ground herbs herself, mixed with her saliva, applied them while whispering healing prayers. "Holy water imbued with the great Master's power... please heed this humble maiden's plea and lift this wound from your servant..."
For Corax, she'd begged Aki for premium dried meat laced with rare restoratives. Chewing it finely in her mouth, she fed it beak-to-tongue like a mother bird to her chick. Corax accepted her pure devotion fully, now seeing Koharu not as mere guardian but the sole friend linking it to Master. It perched on her shoulder, nuzzling her hair in deep bond.
And that morning, at last. In the garden, Corax snatched the twig Koharu tossed mid-air with vigorous wingbeats, returning triumphantly. Its wings fully restored.
Jinwoo watched silently from the second-floor window.
"Sea."
At the call, Kim Sea rose reflexively from morning prayers before the living room altar with the other women. Days of the seniors' rigorous, systematic training had forged her into a perfect slave's posture.
"It's time for your first mission." Jinwoo descended, beckoning her. Sea prostrated at his feet. No fear or resistance in her eyes—only the obedience of a well-trained dog awaiting command.
"Don the clothes I prepared for you. And... tend to your kingdom."
Sea retreated cautiously to her room, donning the pristine white pantsuit he'd chosen. It armored her body perfectly. Before the mirror, she admired the pure yet imperious envoy. She slapped her cheeks lightly. I can do this. For Master.
Returning to the living room, she lifted the now-symbolic white coral carrier. Inside: "samples" Master had bestowed in place of her past.
Preparations complete, Jinwoo headed to the garden. There awaited Corax in true form—a colossal beast the size of a fighter jet.
"Corax... will carry you to your destination."
Sea swallowed at the sight, then mounted resolutely, cradling her "kingdom" on her lap.
The three women watched with varied emotions. Aki felt complex pride—and a twinge of crisis as her role shrank, seeing the "perfectly tamed" youngest venture into the unknown on Master's vital errand. Chiharu ground her teeth: she bore the filthy hunts, while that bitch played "diplomat" in clean finery—unbearable. Only Koharu blessed her sincerely. "Sister... spread Master's will... across the world...!"
Corax beat its vast wings, soaring into the dawn-blue sky with Sea aboard.
How long had they flown? As the eastern sky paled, Corax reached Nagatachō, Tokyo's heart. Gliding silently through skyscrapers, it descended unseen before the grand embassy where the Stars and Stripes fluttered.
Slipping through dawn mist, undetected by any guard, Corax set Sea soundlessly in the road before the main gate.
Feeling solid ground, Sea straightened her attire. Deep breath. She strode boldly to the fully armed Marine on gate duty.
"Halt! Stop! Who are you!"
The Marine snapped his rifle up at the sudden Asian woman, going on alert. But as his eyes registered her face, his pupils quivered faintly—unmistakably.
...Kim Sea?
He was a trained soldier. He knew the top Eternal Nightmare watchlist face: "Beauty Survivor." "Sole link to the Crow Sorcerer." "Girl with the Carrier." Reports and conspiracies flashed through his mind. No mere approach. This was... history.
Sea didn't flinch before the muzzle. Having sacrificed all past, worldly IDs meant nothing. Her existence was her credential.
"My name is Kim Sea, the 'Beauty Survivor' in your records."
Her fluent English sliced the dawn hush—infinitely courteous, deferential.
"From this moment... I stand here as the sole envoy of my Master, the 'Crow Sorcerer,' to convey his will."
Meeting the Marine's stunned eyes, she bowed politely.
"Please inform your ambassador. Tell him I've come to propose official 'exchange' with the United States and Japanese governments, in my Master's name."
The deferential weight brooked no refusal. The Marine lost words momentarily, then radioed urgently yet steadily with trembling hand.
"This is... Delta-One at the main gate. Code... Code Black. Repeat, Code Black. The 'Beauty Survivor'... has appeared."
Minutes later, alarms blared wildly across the Tokyo U.S. Embassy, Japan's Prime Minister's Office, the White House, and Pentagon in D.C. The world flipped into frenzy once more.