The Package for Kim Sea
In the cool air of the Magic Workshop, Jinwoo gazed down at the trophies spread across his desk. The core materials from this hunt emanated an ominous presence. The harpy's talons, hard and sharp like those of a bird of prey. Bundles of feathers darker and more lustrous than shadow itself, imbued with the power to meddle in human minds. And the small vocal cord—the root of all tragedy—still seeming to quiver faintly.
[What will you do with them, Master? The materials are top-grade. You could use every last one to craft and strengthen your new familiar.]
The Magic Grimoire's voice echoed directly in his mind.
"Indeed. I've decided. We'll make a familiar."
Jinwoo nodded. His gaze lingered briefly on his combat uniform, the black crow-feather cape adorning his shoulders.
"What animal would suit?"
[Up to you. The base animal's traits will fuse with these materials' power.]
"In that case... a crow. As the 'Crow Sorcerer,' what familiar could be more fitting?"
At his words, the grimoire pulsed with satisfied light.
[A wise choice. Then we'll need a crow's egg. One that hasn't hatched, brimming with pure life essence, to withstand that potent yin energy and mana and be reborn as a new existence.]
"Understood."
Jinwoo flung himself onto the sofa and opened his laptop. To procure the materials for creation magic, he turned to a thoroughly modern method: an online trading site. He easily found a post in a rare pet bird community selling crow eggs. As he finished payment and went to enter the shipping address, a certain presence flashed through his mind.
The doll-like girl with brown hair who called him 'Savior,' now surely yearning only for him in her darkened room. Kim Sea.
It's about time to begin the next phase of her conditioning.
A satisfied smile curved his lips as he recalled the Yamashita Shrine basement in Japan. The dildo Koharu had ordered, molded perfectly to the shape of his cock. He opened his subspace and withdrew the obscene yet reverent object.
She's probably sulking because I haven't returned. Jealous of my new huntress, thinking she's been discarded.
He packed the dildo into a box and summoned a quick delivery service anonymously.
I'll make her see. That she's not discarded. Her master is always watching, ready to bestow new trials and pleasures upon her.
Kim Sea nurtured a burning hatred toward the 'Fox Mask' and a twisted love-hate for the 'Savior' who had abandoned her and never returned.
"Why... why won't you take me too...!"
She scrolled madly through posts praising the 'Fox Mask' who had become a hero after the harpy hunt.
Every word sliced into her heart like a blade. What drove her mad most was the praise for the 'Fox Mask's' breasts.
Comments like 'Gotta have tits that size to save the world' mocked her each time. She'd glare down at her own ample chest beneath her t-shirt—full, but smaller than that vixen's—and bite her lip in rage.
"Mine... mine are big too...!"
Her sorrow and fury stimulated the Salvation Stigmata in her lower belly, twisting into unbearable lust.
"Hngh...♡"
Just as her hand drifted unconsciously between her legs—
Ding-dong—
The front doorbell rang sharply.
"Who is it!"
Her brother Jihyuk's wary voice came from the living room. He was fully neurotic from the media and zealots' harassment.
"Quick delivery. Package for Kim Sea."
"...Yes?"
Moments later, Jihyuk knocked cautiously on her door.
"Sea... package for you..."
"..."
"I'll leave it by the door. Call if you need anything."
His voice dripped with deep guilt and helplessness. The once-close, affectionate siblings now ignored each other's hells, separated by a firmly shut door, like strangers.
Confirming his footsteps receding, Sea cautiously opened the door and picked up the small box. No sender name.
Who could it be...?
Puzzled, she carried it back to her room and opened it on the bed with trembling hands.
And she saw it.
"Ah..."
A short gasp escaped her lips, as if her breath had stopped.
Inside was a hyper-realistic silicone model of a man's cock.
But it wasn't just any model. She'd never seen it, but her body, her soul, the stigmata carved into her lower belly remembered.
The one that ravaged her in dreams nightly, saved her, filled her deepest core—the Savior's.
Whoosh!
The stigmata blazed with an ecstatic red glow incomparable to before.
Her despair of abandonment and jealous pain melted away like snow before this single object.
"You... you haven't forgotten me...!"
Hot tears poured from her eyes. Not tears of sorrow, but the joyous, ecstatic tears of a devotee confirming divine grace.
"This... this was a test! To see how much I yearn for you! And now... you've sent your divine proxy... Soon... soon you'll come for me!"
She laughed like a madwoman, carefully lifting 'it' from the box. Cradling the still-cool silicone mass reverently in both hands, like holy communion.
She knelt on the floor from the bed. She changed her computer wallpaper to the most majestic fanart of the 'Crow Sorcerer.'
A small altar.
First, she pressed her lips to the tip, like a fledgling accepting food from its mother.
"Chuuup..."
Her body shivered with electric thrill at the cold touch. She extended her tongue, licking the glans sacredly. Even the veins etched into the shaft matched the sensations from her dreams perfectly.
"Ahh... Master...♡ Your... your essence... right before me...♡"
Unable to endure longer, she stripped off her worn t-shirt and skirt. Leaning back against the bed, she spread her legs wide. Love juices already flooded between her thighs like a river.
She pressed 'it' to the entrance of her secret garden.
"Master...♡ Are you watching...? Your bitch... receives your holy relic...♡"
Slowly, she rocked her hips, taking it inside.
"Hngh...♡"
A lewd moan escaped at the familiar yet alien sensation. Her inner walls embraced the master's proxy like a living creature, slick and welcoming.
Grabbing her breasts with both hands, she gazed at his image on the screen and began thrusting her hips.
"Squelch... splurt...♡"
Obscene friction filled the room each time the dildo plunged deep and withdrew.
"Ah... ahn!♡ That vixen...♡ isn't by your side right now...♡ But I... like this...♡ hold you inside me...♡ I'm... I'm your true bitch...♡ Hyaaang!♡"
One hand rubbed her clit, the other gripped the dildo as she pistoned wildly.
Finally, as the stigmata erupted in explosive light, her body arched like a bow, swept by orgasmic waves.
"Maaasteeer—♡♡♡!"
Exhausted, she collapsed without removing the dildo still buried inside, passing out. Her face bore the supremely blissful, manic smile of one who had confirmed salvation.
Her tiny prison had become her personal shrine, housing the holy relic he bestowed.
Days later, the doorbell shattered the cold silence of the Magic Workshop. The 'crow egg' Jinwoo ordered had arrived.
He carefully extracted a single egg from the custom-insulated box—jet-black, smooth, with faint lingering warmth of life.
All materials gathered. Jinwoo cleared the central desk, preparing it like a surgical table and altar.
He placed the crow egg—the seed of new life—at the center. Reverently arranged the others around it: pure gold ingot to boost magical affinity, harpy feather bundle holding shadow and allure, sharp talons embodying destruction and slaughter. And the vocal cord, essence of mental domination and tragedy's source.
Deep breath. He began the creation rite.
"Magic Grimoire."
The book opened itself and flew to his side.
[Ready, Master? Shaping life is the domain of gods. No room for error.]
"I know."
Jinwoo closed his eyes, drawing up his mana. Dark-red aura rose like heat haze from his hands, slithering snake-like toward the materials.
This was no mere mixing. A grand, arrogant ritual dismantling each existence's laws and forcibly fusing them into one new life.
First, mana touched the gold ingot. The solid mass melted soundlessly, like snow in sunlight—not to liquid, but pure mana conductor, liquid light flowing as a golden stream across the altar.
Next, feathers. The black harpy plumes crumbled to ash at his mana, dissolving into shadow-and-silence particles scattering in the air—like ungraspable essence of darkness.
The talons reacted violently. Crack! They self-disintegrated on contact, sparking red as vengeful destruction energy.
Finally, the vocal cord. Unheard screams seemed to fill the workshop with horrific pressure. It lost form, becoming 'waves of despair and compulsion,' vibrating as invisible pulses.
All materials bared their essence. Jinwoo extended hands over the egg.
"From this moment, I bestow upon you new laws."
His declaration unleashed the golden stream, shadow particles, crimson destruction, and vibrating despair—whirling like a vortex into the tiny egg.
"Grrgh..."
The egg quivered as if screaming. Golden vein-like patterns etched its surface; shadows soaked in, dyeing the shell jet-black. It pulsed like a living heart, primal chaos fusing within.
All energy absorbed. Breath-holding silence.
Crack...
A fissure split the quiet. Then crack, craaack! Spiderwebbing across.
Shell shards flew; a small black life emerged.
A utterly ordinary newborn chick. Wet down sparse, eyes barely open, trembling feebly. No harpy horror, no golden splendor.
[...Magnificent, Master.]
The grimoire broke the silence, its voice laced with rare genuine admiration.
[Plain crow exterior, but the harpy's dominion and gold's resilience perfectly fused inside. I feared a monster, but you've condensed all power into latent potential. How it grows, what abilities emerge... only time will tell. But one thing's certain. This one's... destined for greatness.]
Jinwoo smiled in satisfaction, gently stroking the chick's head with a finger. It nuzzled his touch like a chick with its mother.
"Time to name you."
[Your first familiar. Choose carefully.]
"Hm... Just call it Crow?"
[Too lazy! How about Corvus, the Latin genus? Or Nox, 'night's ruler.']
"Too grandiose. Something simple yet dignified."
Jinwoo pondered, recalling the Latin word for crow with the best ring.
"Corax."
The instant he named it, the chick paused its nuzzling and slowly opened its eyes for the first time.
Not ordinary black pupils. Deep, intelligent red glow, like abyssal night skies.
"Caw."
Corax cried low and resolute to its creator and master.
Thus, Jinwoo's first familiar, Corax, was born into the world.