Conquest of the Three: Koharu's Ambush Worship
All was finished. Jinwoo withdrew from Koharu's body as she lay utterly spent, panting in exhausted slumber like a newborn babe. He set the glass orb and vial that had hovered at her bedside neatly beside the figurine of himself carved upon her desk. Now her room truly was a temple unto him—her purity itself perfectly offered in devotion.
Clad once more, he slipped silently from her chamber. As he traversed the chill corridor back to the basement, a fierce pang of regret seized him.
Damn. I forgot to record it.
That flawless corruption—the scream of her ruptured virginity twisting into rapturous moans of ecstasy, the fanatic's bliss as she surrendered everything to her god. The ache of not capturing it all on video was unbearable.
What do you fret over so, my master? A true slave anticipates her master's desires.
"What do you mean?"
Lest you forget, I wove a simple spell upon your paltry smartphone camera. I foresaw your craving to record. Check it.
Jinwoo hurried to the living room and sank onto the sofa, pulling out his smartphone. A wicked smile curled his lips.
In the gallery's 'Hidden' folder sat two video files.
> [SpecialEntity_Koharu_PurificationRitual_01].mp4
> [SpecialEntity_Koharu_FirstImpregnationRitual].mp4
He plugged in his earbuds and played the first.
The screen captured Koharu vividly—helpless under his touch, trembling with shame and anticipation. Each layer of clothing peeled away drew soft whimpers; her face grew dazed, drunk on his sweat's musk. At last, she begged for a kiss, whispering, "I want... purification... ♡" The sloppy kiss sounds led to her first climax on his fingers. Fade to black.
Satisfied, he queued the next. It opened on Koharu sprawled defenseless, legs hooked over his shoulders. The instant his massive shaft pierced her virginity, her agonized scream erupted—"Kyaaaaah...!"—perfectly framed as her hymen and virgin blood materialized before her eyes. Her expression shifted from despair to delirious rapture. The latter half brimmed with her thrashing in conquered pleasure: "It hurts... ♡ But it hurts so good... ♡ It's weird... ♡ More... ♡ More... ♡♡♡" She bucked like a bitch in heat. When he flooded her womb, her convulsive orgasmic cry outshone any masterpiece.
As Jinwoo savored the videos, the front door clicked open. Tatsuhiro Yamashita trudged in, weary from overtime. Almost simultaneously, Akey and Chiharu descended the stairs. The pair looked wrecked from last night's intense Bloodline Empathy—pale faces ringed by dark circles, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot. Their gazes toward Jinwoo mingled contempt, terror, and an inexplicable thrill of depravity.
Then Koharu emerged from her room—their polar opposite. Her skin gleamed as if she'd slept like the dead all night. Gone was the shy girl; she radiated the sultry aura of a woman who knew man. Ignoring her mother, sister, and even her just-returned father, she fixed solely on Jinwoo, drifting to his side and leaning naturally against his shoulder.
Chiharu's reason snapped at the sight. "You...!"
As she lunged to seize Koharu's arm, Akey too whirled on Jinwoo, lips parting sharply. "You! What did you do to Koharu last night...?"
Before the women could press him, Jinwoo said nothing—merely smiled viciously and summoned his mana. The Word Binding seals etched at their napes pulsed with faint amethyst light.
Seals compel obedience. Speech twists to master's will.
"Guhk...!"
"Urk...!"
Invisible hands clamped their throats. Their mouths gaped, accusations circling futilely in their gullets. Instead, against their will, interrogative sentences spilled forth.
"Koharu... last night, did receiving 'exorcism' from Teacher... feel good...?"
Akey's words mimicked maternal concern, laced with irrepressible curiosity and jealousy.
"You... gave everything to Teacher...? How... did it feel...?"
Chiharu's rage birthed raw craving for the sensations she'd so despised.
Tatsuhiro, dazed from his all-nighter, blinked at his wife and eldest daughter's bizarre queries. "Dear? Chiharu? What on earth...?"
Jinwoo stroked their heads tenderly, his voice merciful. "As you see, a side effect of the exorcism. Last night, I successfully extracted the mightiest evil spirit's core from Koharu. Yet the purifying spiritual waves stimulated the remnants in your wife and eldest daughter. They're feeling Koharu's 'liberation' and 'gratitude' as twisted jealousy. Proof the exorcism succeeds—and that it's not yet over."
Tatsuhiro nodded, awed and relieved. "I see... As expected of you, Teacher!"
Horror-struck by their own words and his naive response, the women wept. Jinwoo smiled benignly upon them. "Now, breakfast time. Aren't you hungry?"
Like puppets, tears streaming, they nodded and shuffled to the table. In this house, even their questions required his permission.
The disastrous breakfast ended. Tatsuhiro, drained from work and shock, staggered to bed, soon snoring deeply. Confirming it, Jinwoo approached Akey and Chiharu, slumped blankly on the sofa. Koharu clung to his arm like a wagging puppy, her face alight with a zealot's bliss—her god alone in her world.
"As I said, that was merely a natural byproduct of exorcism. The evil lingering within resists the light of purification, amplifying negativity like jealousy. Worry not."
His tone soothed, but his eyes gleamed not with kindness—rather, the predator's spark before the kill. Akey and Chiharu were no fools. Through last night's too-vivid "dream" sensations and Koharu's overnight bloom from virgin to wanton, they understood. Beneath the holy guise of "exorcism," what had befallen their little girl—their sister.
"Hic... snf... hnnngh..."
Akey's dam broke; thick tears poured relentlessly. Fury at being so thoroughly had, guilt as a mother failing to shield her daughter from deceiving her husband, and worst—the vile thrill her body took from the sacrilege, her core wetting to her child's violation. It tore her asunder.
"..."
Chiharu wept silently, fists clenched on her toned thighs till nails bit flesh, lips chewed raw. Her blazing hatred bored into Jinwoo. She wanted him dead. But she could do nothing. Her mouth, her body—they were no longer hers.
Jinwoo savored their despair, smiling. He stepped to Akey on the sofa, roughly tilting her chin. Beast-like, he lapped the hot tears tracing her cheek. Salt of anguish and shame.
"What a waste. Spilling such precious nectar on the floor. A bitch's tears are the finest seasoning."
He turned to Chiharu, licking her pooled tears the same. Bitter, stimulating fury and helplessness.
"Nhk...!"
They shuddered at his grotesque humiliation, yet could not flee—like fawns throttled by a serpent, helpless to his tongue.
Gazing upon them in turn, Jinwoo whispered low and cruel. "Do you grasp it now? You are butterflies snared in my web."
Behind him, their eyes beheld the illusion: invisible amethyst mana-threads oozing viscous fluid, binding the house—doors, windows, phone, throats, limbs, even their most secret clefts. This home was his vast spider's lair; they, futile prey, struggling only tightened the bonds. No escape. Only to be drained utterly—body, mind, soul—by this ruthless, lecherous arachnid.