Harvesting Kim Sea (1)
Having completed the fierce ritual of creation, the Magic Workshop sank back into silence. The wooden desk should have held the spot for the newborn familiar Corax, but it stood empty. Jinwoo had already dispatched his first creation to the Yamashita Residence—now his temple—as the spark for new trials and rivalry.
Stepping away from the worlds of hunting and magic, Jinwoo decided to immerse himself briefly in the diversions of mere mortals. He sank deep into the sofa and powered on his high-end computer. While the system booted, he retrieved a cold energy drink from the fridge. The hands that had just shaped an ancient being like a god now casually popped open the can.
Instead of game icons, he opened the familiar NewTube. Even without typing anything into the search bar, his algorithm was perfectly corrupted. At the top of the recommended videos, lurid red thumbnails crowded as always.
[Shocking Exclusive] 'Fox Mask'—Who Is She? All Photos, Fan Art, Survivor Testimonies Compiled!
[TOP 10] 10 Reasons You'll Fall for the 'Kitsune Huntress'! (Body-Melting Warning)
[Virtual Showdown] Crow Sorcerer vs. Fox Mask—Who Holds the Strongest Partner?
"Hmm."
Jinwoo flashed an intrigued smile and clicked the video with the highest views. It opened with a professional voice actor's impassioned narration and flashy editing, reconstructing 'Fox Mask'—Chiharu's—exploits. Shattered smartphones, the terrified face of a congressman, and above all... a 3D model based on survivors' descriptions of her unreal body filled the screen. The rendering exaggerated her even more: her breasts and hips strained against the latex suit, on the verge of bursting.
The comments section was a madhouse. Thousands poured in real-time, spewing praise and lust for Chiharu.
Watching his bitch scatter pheromones before the world's males, burning their hearts with envy, Jinwoo felt a twisted satisfaction and possessiveness, as if flaunting his own property. But his amusement didn't last.
In a corner of the recommendations, one video caught his eye and soured his mood.
He clicked it. The screen showed the familiar officetel building, swarmed by dozens of YouTubers and reporters. The content was grotesque: a drone trying to peek through her window, stopped by police; a delivery guy—actually a reporter in disguise—shoving a camera through the door crack; even a YouTuber rummaging through her trash bags.
Jinwoo's brow furrowed. His smile vanished, replaced by cold fury.
'How dare they... toy with my first bitch, my possession... turn her into a spectacle for those filthy insects?'
Kim Sea was still immature and untamed, but unequivocally his. Marked with the Salvation Stigmata, the first whose purity he'd broken and into whom he'd sown his seed. The thought of her cowering indoors as eye candy for those vermin felt like a direct assault on his ownership.
'It's time... to harvest her.'
He resolved to place her under his perfect control. The ideal spot was already the Yamashita Residence, transformed into his temple.
His mind spun lewd, intriguing visions.
'What happens if I bring Kim Sea to the Yamashita house?'
A cruel smile curled his lips.
'My first bitch: innocent brown-haired Kim Sea, deflowered and trained by the stigmata but still harboring resistance. And my perfect slave, the harem's matriarch, voluptuous Aki. My loyal huntress, now a global idol brimming with jealousy, Chiharu. My blind shrine maiden, pure Koharu tending new life. What masterpiece unfolds if I unleash these four bitches in one pen?'
'Kim Sea will feel despair at falling into the den of her tormentor, yet a strange kinship—and horrific jealousy—toward her fellow "Master's women." Especially facing Chiharu's superior breasts and strength. What face will she make as desire to usurp her mixes with longing to become her, shattering those naive brown eyes?'
'Aki? As matriarch, she'll assert dominance over the new foreign bitch. "Do you know where you are...?" Forcing her to kneel, teaching temple rules. Seeing her frail rebellion might stir echoes of her past self, confirming her slave nature in the breaking—and savoring the pleasure.'
'Koharu? A new "big sis" in her pure world. Not a rival, but a sister to serve Master together. "It's okay... everyone starts like that..." Twisting her into worship with pure, fanatical zeal. That blind devotion could be the deadliest poison against Sea's lingering resistance.'
The mere fantasy thrilled him. But the delivery intrigued most.
'What if I order Chiharu to fetch her?'
His imaginings grew vivid and vicious.
'Chiharu will seethe at "delivering" a potential rival, yet obey. En route, she'll plot torments, reveling in dominance. "Master says..." Flaunting seniority.'
'And Sea? Praying for escape from her brother's watch and the world's gaze, only for the jealous 'Fox Mask' to appear—not as savior, but incarnation of envy. Expecting rescue, she'll get: "Master's orders. Come quietly, you green bitch." Stripped, stuffed with the dildo—my proxy—I sent, gagged, crammed into a massive suitcase like luggage. Dragged to a taxi trunk, through my workshop, then a dimensional gate to the temple. What mind games between the bitches? Sea trembling in the dark to the dildo's buzz—what thoughts? Chiharu feeling superiority through the handle's vibrations.'
'For her brother? A curt text: "Oppa, sorry. I'm actually going to study abroad in Japan. I'll handle everything. Don't look for me." Self-imposed vanishing dodges external eyes and NIS surveillance cleanly.'
He stopped fantasizing and grabbed his smartphone. Without hesitation, he issued his huntress a new command.
The Yamashita Residence—Master's temple—was a quiet, orderly kingdom for its inhabitants alone. But the ecosystem shifted subtly, dramatically, with 'Corax's' arrival.
The fledgling crow grew at wondrous speed. In days, down feathers became glossy jet-black plumage. His tiny body held yogic inheritance from his harpy mother and intellect forged from Master's mana.
That intellect instinctively grasped the temple's hierarchy and roles.
Corax spent most days with rank-one Koharu. On the garden's green lawn, she'd toss straw dolls woven in Master's praise; he'd snatch them mid-flight like lightning and return. Play to her—sacred rite to Master; training for his wings.
Praying at the altar, he'd perch on her shoulder, bowing with her to the throne. With trembling hands, she'd offer finely minced premium wagyu; he'd partake reverently, like communion.
To Corax, Koharu was the miko of purest, blindest faith toward his creator-god 'Master.' He liked her—saw her as one to protect.
Rank two: matriarch Aki. He respected her. She managed all temple resources, crafting the finest 'food.' Her ordered wagyu, altar offerings' scraps—bowed in thanks. Not 'mother' or 'master,' but essential 'administrator.'
Ironically, lowest: Chiharu, household's mightiest fighter. To Corax, 'rival'—another predator vying for hunting grounds under the same lord. Mutual respect, never intimacy.
Her garden archery: he'd perch high, red eyes dissecting every move. She felt it, drawing her bow. She sensed this crow would one day hunt with her—or threaten her throne.
Tension always crackled between them.
That evening, the three gathered before the altar for ritual. Corax perched regally on Koharu's shoulder; Chiharu eyed them sharply from afar; Aki poured tea, overseeing.
Then—
Bzzz-
Koharu's smartphone vibrated briefly. The sender's name froze them all.