Harpy Hunt (5)
Chiharu closed the bathroom door of the Yamashita residence, and at that exact moment, the subtle psychological warfare among the three women began. Outside, the world was exploding in chaos.
Dozens of survivors had returned from the nightmare. Their very existence was a massive bomb shaking South Korean society to its core. The government desperately tried to control the media, but the hellish scenes were already spreading uncontrollably through the survivors' smartphones and mouths.
On TV news, survivors draped in blankets stared blankly as they gave interviews.
"Th-the... singing... and if you... stopped dancing... you died..."
"Monsters... giant birds with human faces... they tore people apart..."
"Then... those people appeared. The mage in crow robes... and the goddess with the fox mask..."
But rational broadcasters could only air so much. The real madness erupted from the anonymous depths of the internet.
Forums were burning up, servers on the brink of crashing. At the center were just two figures: the "Crow Mage" and the newly risen absolute icon, "Fox Mask."
Based on this one photo, a few blurry shots from the subway station, and consistent survivor testimonies, "golden hand" artists unleashed a flood of imagined illustrations. In the drawings, she wielded a blood-soaked black bow, her inhuman curves on display over jet-black latex, red eyes glaring from behind the fox mask as she overlooked the world.
In the frenzy of horror, awe, and primal lust, one analytical user doused the madness with a sharp post.
This analysis reignited Mystery Gallery. People snapped out of pleasure and fear, piecing the bigger puzzle. "Fox Mask" surged beyond sex symbol or savior into international mystery core. Speculation on nationality, identity, Crow ties exploded; net dubbed her "Kitsune," "Fox Huntress," "Nightmare Shrine Maiden," and more.
That day too, she wandered the net in a worn T-shirt, eyes vacant. Filling the memory void from Amnesia Imprint by instinctively chasing his traces. Her gaze caught the top featured post in Mystery Gallery: a red, tantalizing title.
'Hunt...?'
Entranced, she clicked. Her scrolling finger froze. Filling the screen: two figures side by side in darkness. The familiar crow-feather cape "savior" dominating her subconscious. And... beside him, a woman she'd never seen.
Jet-black latex hugging an unreal body. Eerie fox mask. Standing half a step back like his property, radiating absolute loyalty.
"......Who is that?"
From Kim Sea's lips slipped an icy voice she didn't recognize.
"That woman... who...?"
That instant, her pale lower belly—the Salvation Stigmata hidden under her shirt—erupted beyond mere heat, like a red-hot iron searing flesh, a sharp, violent burn.
Jealousy. Primal, ferocious rage at another female invading her territory ignited the stigmata's mana into overload.
She scrolled frantically. Survivor tales of "Fox Mask's" feats: piercing monster wings, leading the herd to save people. Heroics that shredded her heart like blades. Comments brimmed with praise for her.
'Couple...?' The word stabbed like a dagger. Her finger halted at an analysis.
'...Burden?'
"No... no!"
Kim Sea clutched her head, screaming. 'I'm a burden? No! He saved me! He... held me!' But rage mixed with aching jealousy and desolate abandonment dominated her mind.
"Why... why hasn't he come back...? You saved me... made me like this... why with some other bitch!"
The stigmata responded to the emotional torrent, flooding her womb-to-body with hotter, fiercer pleasure waves. Greater the jealousy pain, the more the ecstasy eroded her reason.
"Hngh... ah... aaa!♡"
The moan bursting from her lips was no longer her own. It was the sound of the bitch perfectly tamed by pleasure in her nightly dreams. She writhed in her chair. Her eyes locked on a golden-hand fanart: Fox Mask's hyper-realistic body, breasts ballooning over latex.
'...Bigger than mine.'
That realization snapped her last thread of sanity. Unthinkingly, she lifted her T-shirt, gazing at her own chest. Full and beautiful, yes—but no match for the unreal volume in the art.
'So... that's why you took her... You're just... another guy who likes bigger tits...?'
"Haah...♡ Master... look at me...♡ Not her, me...♡ My holes... can please you more...♡ She's just a hunting dog...♡ I'm... your first bitch...♡ Ah... aaa...!♡"
She locked the door, trembling hands alternating fanart of "Fox Mask" and videos of her "savior." Her other hand slipped under her skirt, probing her already sopping secret garden.
Fingers parted soaked pubes, touching fever-hot tender flesh. "Hngh...!" The moan wasn't hers—it was the tamed bitch's from her dreams. Glaring hate at the screen's body, she roughly gripped her breasts. 'Mine are bigger... softer... Master will prefer mine...!' She pinched her nipples hard, shuddering in pleasure.
Fingers squelched between her thighs. Sea imagined Fox Mask's strong bow stance—then submitting, legs spread for Master. She inserted herself. Two fingers mercilessly rubbed her most sensitive core. "Squelch... splat..." Sticky fluids splashed, lewdly breaking the room's silence.
"Ah... ahn!♡ Master... better than her...♡ Me... I feel better...♡ See...♡ So wet...♡ Hnngh!♡"
Her fantasy transcended submission—it was holy war. Eyes shut, she pictured strangling Fox Mask, shoving her aside, claiming the spot. Forcing bloody Fox Mask to kneel, smiling victoriously into Master's arms. The depraved cruelty drove her to climax's edge.
"Haa... haa...♡ I win...♡ I'm... your best bitch...♡ So... please... come back...♡"
Her body arched like a bow in orgasmic spasm. But no release—just fuel to jealousy flames, brief thirst quench leaving deeper void and self-loathing. Panting in afterglow, she stared at her semen-sticky hand.