Discipline Begins (8)
'Whatever, it's fine.'
Success is success, after all.
Target: Park Min-jeong
Treatment Success!
Current Corruption Desire Level: 88% → 66% (-22%)
Unlike with Seo-yul noona, this time the reduction was much more solid. Back then, it was barely around 5%, but now I'd shaved off a full quarter in one go.
Keep pounding her a few more times like this, and full recovery might actually be possible?
Treatment Result: Accumulated poison qi in the body.
High-concentration obsessive mana residue transferred during the process of resolving the target's Corruption Desire.
Immediate processing recommended.
Of course, the treatment process wasn't all positive without exception.
"Haa... fuck, here comes the goddamn pain again."
Reward time, torture time.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath.
Last time I nearly died, and this time I'd absorbed way more. Could my body even handle this?
Fuck it, who knows.
No avoiding it anyway. Better to take the beating early.
Gulp.
A cheerful alert chimed, and at the same moment, a bomb went off in my gut.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just like before.
My heart thrashed like it was about to burst out of my ribcage. A scorching heat like molten lava poured down my esophagus swept through my whole body.
"Gaaah!"
I rolled on the floor. My stomach felt like it was on fire.
The area below my dantian swelled heavily, like hot lead was being injected into every single vein.
"Huff... huff...!"
Cold sweat poured down like rain. The silver lining was that the pain didn't last long. After about three minutes rolling in hellfire, the heat subsided like a lie.
"Haa, haa, whoo...."
I lay spread-eagled, staring at the ceiling. Every breath felt like hot steam coming out.
Thought I was gonna die.
Really, if it weren't for the reward, I wouldn't have even tried....
Just like last time. Digesting the poison qi and absorbing it as my own energy source—that's how my ability worked. In exchange for the body-searing agony, vitality surged through me like slamming a high-concentration nutrient shot straight into my veins.
The dick thing... same as before.
That was a bit disappointing.
I experimentally clenched and opened my fist. Power packed in tight. My vision felt clearer too.
Overall physical functions all improved a bit.
Because the Corruption Desire was targeted at me, that's why I got this reward?
Sweet reward indeed. Worth clenching my teeth and enduring.
But—
"Ah."
Snapping to, I looked around the room. It was a total disaster zone. Like a warzone.
The bedsheet was splotched with sweat, pussy juice, and cum mixed together. Scattered on the floor were ripped buttons and wads of tissue I'd used to wipe up.
Worst of all, the smell.
In the narrow studio, my musky night-flower scent mixed with Park Min-jeong's sweet peach aroma, thick enough to make my head spin.
This smell ain't coming out easy.
Open a window? Nah, it'd leak out to the balcony or hallway. Perfect for complaints from neighbors above and below.
Clean up first.
I sighed deeply and pulled off the bedsheet.
Squelch—the soaked sheet peeled from the mattress with a sticky sound.
"Ugh, fucking flood."
Laundromat or trash it? Magical girl fluids come out with detergent, right?
As I pondered useless crap and shoved the bundled sheet into the corner—
Bang! Bang! Bang! The front door shook like it might break.
"What now?"
Park Min-jeong? I just sent her off, back already?
No way.
Her legs were jelly; she couldn't even walk properly. No chance she'd recovered enough to knock.
Then who?
"Hey, kid! I know you're in there! Open the damn door!"
A raspy, sharp voice. Not Park Min-jeong. This was...
Oh, next door.
Auntie from 303. The one who'd bitched at Park Min-jeong in the hall earlier.
I threw on some clothes and headed to the door.
I opened it, and there stood the permed auntie with axe-glare eyes. Arms crossed, scanning me up and down with a fierce look.
"What's the problem?"
"What's the problem? You pretending not to know?"
She sniffed. Must've caught the smell leaking from the doorway. Her face twisted.
"Eww, the stench. You really went all out, didn't you?"
"What're you talking about..."
"Don't play dumb! I heard everything!"
She pointed accusingly, raising her voice.
"Earlier the girl next door was kicking the wall, now beast noises from your place? Total chaos!"
I knew the soundproofing sucked, but that obvious? Well, Park Min-jeong did scream pretty loud.
"Sorry. Must've been loud watching a movie."
I bullshitted. Normally, she'd say 'be careful next time' and leave.
But this auntie came prepared today. After unloading on Park Min-jeong, she was riding the momentum to me. Her expression didn't budge.
"Movie? Bullshit. I know you were watching porn! Young guy's got too much energy, can't control it? Why bother the neighbors?"
"......"
Porn. Not wrong. Live stream, technically.
"And what's with this fishy smell? Not bachelor funk—reeks so bad it's nauseating! Air it out, for fuck's sake!"
She fanned her nose, grimacing. Watching her made my head throb.
God, she talks too much.
Old me would've backed down. Probably. But now? No such urge.
Just finished a good fuck, about to clean, and she's here nagging. Irritation boiled up.
My house, my business if I fuck or whatever.
And Park Min-jeong was the one moaning under me—why bitch at me?
I hardened my face. Squared my shoulders, looked down at her.
"Auntie."
"Wh-what?"
I lowered my voice, and she flinched.
"Your words are a bit harsh."
"H-harsh? What's harsh? Did I lie?"
"And if you heard, why not just pass by quietly? Gotta come check? Hobby of eavesdropping?"
"What?!"
Her face flushed red-purple.
"I'm not as nice as that girl."
"Wha...!"
"Come make a scene one more time, and I won't stay quiet. I'll call the cops for trespassing. You know how rough the world's gotten?"
"Sc-scene?"
I stepped closer. Used my mana circuit to mix in some intimidation, exuding menace.
This how you use it?
Thankfully, auntie couldn't continue, backing away bit by bit.
"Don't want rumors about my shitty temper? Let's both keep quiet. Yeah?"
"Ah, no... that..."
"Bye."
I slammed the door without waiting. Mumbling outside, but no more knocking. Proof she chickened out.
Fat-ass bitch talks a big game.
No intention of getting pushed around by some regular lady, unless she was a magical girl.
I'm starting a new life now.
Same time.
304.
Park Min-jeong's officetel.
Click, thud.
The front door closed with an unusually heavy echo. Park Min-jeong didn't even take off her shoes, just slumped against the inner entry door.
"Haa... haa... ugh...."
Her legs had no strength. Knees trembled wildly; she couldn't stand.
She touched her lips with a shaking hand. Swollen and sore. The spot where that man—Jeong Ji-un's—lips had roughly ground against hers, tongue invading.
"Fucking... bastard...."
She cursed, but her voice cracked weakly.
She looked down at herself. Loose gray hoodie over her torn blouse.
His clothes. Oversized sleeves covered her hands, reeking of his scent.
Stale tobacco? No, different from hers. Just his pungent body odor, thick from earlier.
"Hng...."
Unthinkingly, she pulled the collar to her nose. Sniff, sniff. Each inhale drove his scent deep into her lungs.
"Dirty... so fucking dirty...."
Muttering that, she didn't strip it off. Instead, she clutched the hem tighter, like someone freezing.
She crawled unsteadily into the living room.
On the floor, scattered cigarette pack and lighter. Things she'd flung in a fit days ago.
Normally, she'd light one up right away. To soothe this shitty mood.
But.
"......"
She passed the cigarettes, heading to bed.
No need for nicotine's comfort.
Her brain was already pickled in a different, far more intense and destructive stimulus.
She collapsed face-down on the bed.
"Uhguk... uuh...."
Burying her face in the pillow, pent-up tears burst out.
She was furious. Wronged. Pride shattered to the point of madness.
Her, a magical girl defending Korea.
D-grade civil servant or not, she could crush any civilian with a finger. Yet she'd been overpowered by the worthless NEET next door, mounted like a dog. Unbelievable.
Report him.
Reason whispered in a corner of her mind.
Go to the station now. Say he raped me, confined and assaulted me.
Evidence galore. Bruises on her body. Torn clothes. His cum still stuffed inside her.
But.
"Can't..."
She shook her head, clawing the pillow.
"Can't... report..."
She was scared. Not just of him. Sure, his eyes, his rough hands terrified her, but not only that.
If it gets out, I'm done.
A magical girl helplessly taken by a civilian man—her neighbor no less?
And if he spilled how sluttily she reacted, how she screamed in ecstasy?
Social ruin. Fired from civil service, couldn't show her face ever again—that fear filled her head.
If she'd been rational, maybe. But with lingering Corruption Desire, she couldn't shake the man from her mind.
And above all—
Twitch, twitch.
Her lower belly still spasmed faintly.
The sensation of his cock thrusting in and out, the full stuffed pressure—vividly lingering.
"Haa... I'm crazy... fucking insane...."
She curled up, hand sliding between her legs. Under the hoodie, bare—no panties. Fingers came away sticky with his remnants.
Felt... good.
Hated admitting it, but undeniable. Because two years since last sex? Body starved?
No.
His humiliation, rough violence, treating her like trash and crushing her—it thrilled her weirdly.
The stress crushing her mind vanished white in that moment.
"Uuhk...."
She pulled the blanket over her head.
His last words echoed in her ears.
When I call, come running anytime.
"No... never...."
She whispered under the covers. To the empty room, like talking to herself.
"Gotta endure... gotta endure...."
She brainwashed herself. Not submission.
Just no choice, weakness held. Patience to protect her status.
But her hand unconsciously sniffed the hoodie's scent, kneading her breast.
"......"
Exhausted, she trembled in that damp, fishy smell until sleep took her.