The Devil's Bargain
A body lay collapsed on the contract bed. It was ice-cold to the touch. No breath. Damn, it's a corpse.
"Yeah. JH Entertainment's president, Hong Seongi."
Over four years, he'd only shown his face in meetings a handful of times—sitting there with a bored expression until it ended, then bolting out faster than anyone. He avoided people so much that some employees probably thought Park Hyungpil was the real boss.
"He's dead?"
Asmodeus nodded and pointed to the whiskey bottle on the table.
Balvenie 12-year-old. Sweet, with a mild alcohol bite that even women loved. Asmodeus said he'd collapsed after drinking it. Did someone spike it? Or just bad luck—heart attack mid-sip?
"Why reject life?"
Demons really were convenient creatures.
Mid-thirties, but he looked about my age thanks to meticulous self-care. He'd inherited his famous actress mother's beauty outright—handsome enough to make any A-list actor back off. At least I wouldn't be taking a loss on looks.
Just like she said, solid terms. It filled the two gaps I'd had as Song Jinho.
"You picked him over me because the conditions were better?"
"Better than me?"
It stung my pride a bit.
Holy shit, a sex addict.
Nymphomania for men, satyriasis for women—it's an addiction often tied to depression, where excessive indulgence wrecks daily life. A kind of mental illness.
Why do I know so much? After my first time, I couldn't stop thinking about it—wondered if I had it myself. Looked into it, but it didn't quite fit, so no doctor visit.
So that's how he ended up like this. My situation wasn't much different, though.
"Making up for your bad choice?"
No sane human would celebrate a demon contract. But cornered like this, I had no choice. This was my last shot.
"If my soul goes in there, what happens to my body?"
"Can I get it back later?"
"How do I make the contract?"
"What conditions?"
With that, Asmodeus spread her hands. A red flame and a blue flame flickered to life in her palms—like the red and blue pills from the movies.
So both sets of memories would coexist in that body.
Then she swallowed both flames. Wasn't that for me?
My clothes vanished in an instant, leaving me naked. Asmodeus, standing before me, lost hers too. Her bare body... God, it was hypnotically perfect, sculpted temptation incarnate.
Before I could even register the arousal, my cock stood rigid, straining toward the ceiling. Touch it, suck it, fuck it, pound her senseless—nothing else filled my mind. So this was what they meant by your dick hijacking your brain.
Her forked, serpentine tongue coiled around my shaft. Its impossible length hit home—this was a demon I was dealing with. Grotesque, yet every cell in my body sang as it mercilessly milked pleasure from me.
"Kh, fuck... shit, I can't... hold it...."
The orgasm built relentlessly, but something blocked it—like a hose clogged at the tip, pressure mounting to burst. No release, just agony piling on. Asmodeus ignored it, swallowing my cock whole.
—Schlurp... sluuuurp—smack, sluuuurp... slurp—shlick, shlick... smack... sssip... huuuck—chuuup, chuuuup...
"Ugh, urk. Ah, aaaah, khh... gack!"
It wasn't just my dick—it felt like my whole body was being sucked in. Was I gonna die? What the hell was this suction power? Fuuuuck, I'm actually gonna die!
—Spuuuurt, spuuuurt, splurt, spluuurt—spuuuurt, bluuuurb, blurb bluuurb
Semen gushed like a broken dam, endless. An insane volume, but Asmodeus didn't flinch, gulping every drop. Was I gonna dry up and die?
Even after that, my erection didn't flag. Was this really my body?
A strange pattern appeared at Asmodeus's womb— like a fashion tattoo screaming, It's down here, come fuck me already.
"What's that?"
Her pussy was already dripping wet. The Demon of Lust, skipping foreplay entirely.
Just the tip brushing her entrance, and she yanked me in at terrifying speed. No time to feel her walls before I bottomed out, then she sprang me back like a coil—only to suck me in again. What the fuck, fully automatic pussy?
Demons moaned just like anyone. I matched her rhythm—push and pull—thrusting my hips. Tough at first, but once her pussy took over the pumping, the stimulation was unreal. Addictive as hell.
—Squelch squelch, slap slap
—Squelch squelch, thwack thwack thwack
—Slap slap, smack, smack
How long did I pound? Felt like thousands of strokes, but her pussy had sensors or something—perfectly timed bounces to my every move. I wanted to see her break, screaming in ecstasy... but her face said not even close. Fuck, I lost.
In the end, I wrung every last drop from her pussy and collapsed gloriously. Death by pussy? Classic.
I... won? No, don't get cocky over this.
"Contract sealed now?"
What a weird way to prove it.
"What were those conditions you mentioned?"
"A bet?"
"You want me to gamble?"
"So what is the condition?"
"Lose qualification?"
Fuck, enough with the koan bullshit—why dance around it?
"Fourth time asking. What. Is. The. Condition?"