Conquest of the Three: Koharu's Sudden Worship
Jinwoo took her obedient reply as the starting gun and claimed her tender lips. It was no longer a gentle kiss. He gnawed at her lower lip like ripe fruit flesh, sucking and ravaging it as if determined to wring out every last drop of honey within.
"Chuuup...♡ Chu...♡"
Viscous, slurping sounds echoed through the room. As Koharu froze in shock and parted her lips, he seized the opening without hesitation, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth like he'd been waiting for this exact moment.
"Mmph...♡ Hnngh...♡"
His tongue moved like a living creature, violating the pristine territory that had never been invaded before. It teased her soft palate, sending her shoulders twitching in shivers. He meticulously traced each of her teeth, stimulating the sensitive gums inside. Finally, he found her tiny tongue, frozen in terror and uncertainty, and roughly entwined it—coiling around it, yanking it like he meant to devour it whole. Saliva mingled, lips smacked, and the wet, obscene sounds grew ever more blatant, filling the room.
Koharu forgot to resist. Her oxygen-starved mind grew hazy, and on instinct, she clumsily accepted his tongue, responding in kind. It was her first kiss—offered to a god—and the beginning of her fall.
All the while, Jinwoo's hands never rested for a moment. One gripped the nape of her neck, but the other had already slid down toward her upper body. Soon, it cupped the pert swell of her youthful yet perfectly hemispherical breast.
The moment his rough palm met her soft skin, Koharu let out a muffled "Hii♡" into his mouth. Reveling in her reaction, he pinpointed her nipple—stiff from tension and arousal—with thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight twist.
"Ahn...♡!"
A sharp jolt of pleasure raced up her spine to her brain. Unthinkingly, Koharu twisted her waist to escape his touch, but his other hand had already slipped past her waist to seize her firm, springy ass—not overly voluptuous, but taut with youth.
He kneaded it like a ripe peach, fingers tracing the cleft between. The kiss, the breast fondling, the teasing of her rear—unfamiliar sensations assaulting her from three directions at once turned Koharu's mind blank, burning white-hot.
At last, he released her lips. A thick strand of silver saliva stretched between them. Koharu panted raggedly, her eyes unfocused and glazed, her face flushed beyond red—almost bursting.
"The deepest evil spirit... still lingers within."
Jinwoo gently laid her back on the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he gazed down at the final gateway to her purity. Already slick from his caresses, it glistened with her arousal.
"The final purification."
He brought mana-charged fingers slowly toward her most secret place. As the tip brushed her delicate entrance, Koharu's body arched like a bow.
"Hiiik...♡ N-No... not there...♡"
Her resistance was feeble. Ignoring it, Jinwoo slid his finger along the wet folds and eased inside. Her virgin walls were scorching hot, impossibly tight, clenching fiercely around him.
"Hnnngh...♡ It hurts... it hurts...♡"
Tears spilled from her eyes. But the instant his finger grazed her sensitive inner walls, the pain flipped to dizzying pleasure.
"Ah...♡ Ahn...♡ Haaahn...♡"
Savoring her reactions, Jinwoo added a second finger. They stirred her depths, relentlessly probing her most sensitive spots.
Koharu could think no more. She simply bucked her hips, spreading her legs wide to take him deeper.
"Go ahead and cum... That's the moment the evil fully leaves your body."
His words were the final trigger. Jinwoo quickened his pace. Koharu's body began to shudder violently.
"I-I'm... cumming...♡ Gonna cum...♡ Ah, aaaahn...♡♡♡"
Her body went rigid, a long, piercing cry of climax ripping from her throat. Clear fluid gushed from between her legs, soaking his fingers and the bedsheets. She convulsed repeatedly before collapsing, utterly spent.
Bloodline Empathy
"Hyaaah!"
In the living room, Aki—seated on the sofa—suddenly cried out as explosive pleasure erupted from her lower abdomen. Her body spasmed on the cushions, hot fluid surging between her thighs. Feeling her panties soak through, she flushed with shame and confusion.
"Kuh...!"
In her room, polishing her bow, Chiharu clenched her teeth against the sudden wave of orgasm. Her body shook with the chair, legs clamping together instinctively. Rage, humiliation, and irresistible ecstasy warred within her as she felt every sensation her little sister endured—fueling hatred for the crow mage and an inexplicable thrill.
As Koharu panted through the aftershocks, her body trembling in the final waves, Jinwoo smirked with the satisfaction of a conqueror and pulled out his smartphone.
'Click, click, click.'
No shutter sound played, but his eyes greedily captured everything. Like a scholar pinning a rare insect or an artist admiring his masterpiece, he obsessively photographed the exhausted, defenseless nude Koharu from every angle.
He zoomed in on her half-lidded eyes peeking through fluttering lashes, her slack lips glistening with saliva and pleasure, her pink nipples still stiff with lingering arousal. Finally, he focused on his masterpiece's crowning glory: the pearly fluid leaking from her climax-soaked thighs and virgin slit, messy and radiant.
"A fitting record... for such a splendid offering. The sacred moment my first acolyte falls."
Finishing the shoot, he leaned down and scooped up the warm, milky-transparent fluid from between her legs. Without hesitation, he brought his finger to his mouth, licking it like a sommelier savoring fine wine. Sweet yet faintly musky—the taste of a pure female's first forced orgasm. Her innocence, fear, and ravished ecstasy coated his tongue.
"Mmm... exquisite. A first offering worthy of a god."
He smeared the remnants in a circle around her navel, still twitching faintly. Her body jerked in response, drawing another satisfied smile. Rising, he dressed—skipping his underwear. Instead, he took his sweat-and-mana-soaked panties to her desk and opened the deepest drawer, her secret stash of treasured occult magazines and urban legend scrapbooks. He buried his panties beneath them.
With all traces "left behind," he opened the Magic Grimoire. Faint black mist poured out, magically erasing the room's thick scent of lust, the soaked bedsheets, scattered hairs—every physical evidence vanished flawlessly. The room returned to its innocent girl's sanctuary.
Jinwoo returned to the bed and lightly tapped Koharu's cheek, rousing her from her daze.
"...Nn... Mage... nim...?"
As her eyes fluttered open, he whispered in her ear with a devilishly sweet, irresistible voice.
"The exorcism is complete. But... your body, your soul—they've already memorized my divine mana. Tonight, if you crave deeper, more perfect grace... come to the basement when your mother and sister sleep. Naked, pure, nothing on."
His voice deepened hypnotically.
"There, kneel on the cold floor, forehead to the ground, and beg—show how desperately you wish to serve me, to become mine. If your faith, your desire is true, I'll grant not mere salvation, but a greater miracle: making you part of me."
He stood, nodding toward the desk.
"Until then... to ease your lonely wait, I've hidden a gift. Check the desk drawer. It's part of me. Comfort yourself with it, inhale my scent, and bide the night. Prepare your body perfectly to receive me."
With that, Jinwoo dispelled the barrier and opened the door. Right outside stood Aki and Chiharu, faces etched with worry and suspicion—like they'd been eavesdropping.
"Koharu! Are you okay!?"
"What happened! We heard noises..."
Chiharu's sharp gaze flicked between Jinwoo and Koharu—hastily dressed, rising from the bed with flushed cheeks and damp eyes. But the room held no suspicious smells or traces. Only Koharu's sweet shampoo scent.
Jinwoo shrugged nonchalantly.
"As you see, the exorcism went smoothly. The lingering evil in your bodies resonated with her purified soul's vibrations, causing odd sensations. A side effect. It'll pass soon—proof the treatment's working."
Brushing past them down the hall, he added,
"I'll prepare the next ritual in the basement. Don't disturb me."
He descended the stairs to his new sanctuary. The bait was set. Now, he waited for the innocent acolyte to find her "gift" and crawl to the altar by nightfall.