VS the Association
Every last one of the Keeper Association’s top brass had been rounded up.
They would now face the full weight of the law. They might still be clinging to the hope that the favors they had scattered over the years would let them wriggle free, but the National Intelligence Service’s investigation, supplemented by the materials Park Sena had provided, was airtight. Our side’s political muscle was nothing to sneeze at either. The former NIS director was on our side, after all.
The Boss was certain they would all be eating prison rice until the day they died. From what I had heard, the Boss’s grandfather was a terrifying man. Once things settled down I would have to go pay my respects… but would that even be okay?
The reeling Keeper Association would probably stabilize with help from the other crews. You could write “help” and read “carving up the pie,” but the Association had concentrated far too much power for far too long, so it was not entirely a bad thing. That was what the Boss had told me.
GGC, being a direct party to the whole mess, had deliberately stayed out of the spoils. Better that way—no one could talk behind our backs.
Keira, Elena, and I had arrived at the Association, shared a short tea break, and that was it. The people who were supposed to interrogate us ended up receiving our condolences instead. Just like that, the whole affair was wrapped up—by sending every last Association executive packing, and by putting Keira and Elena front and center.
The press conference had only been yesterday, yet within less than a day articles about the two of them poured out like a flood.
It started with the press materials GGC had handed out, then snowballed.
They dug up old footage, and analysis pieces started appearing almost immediately.
Of course, what drew the most eyes was the two women’s looks.
Countless more photos flooded the articles. I had thought all those camera flashes were aimed at me; turns out they had been shooting the two women standing right behind me.
Suyeon’s photos, though, never made it into any of the pieces. The reporters had definitely taken them… Shinyongsan Crew must have shut that down.
The communities, of course, exploded. Every single board was regenerating thousands of threads under the keywords “demon,” “otherworlder,” “Lee Jungmin,” “Association,” “Keira,” and “Elena,” with tens of thousands of comments piling up. Aside from the “Association” and “Lee Jungmin” tags, most of the reaction was positive.
The Association got dragged through the mud over the corruption and the City Hall incident, then dragged some more. I got dragged because of Keira—specifically because of the photos from the last Yongsan mess. A surprising number of people simply could not accept that a guy like me had a beauty like Keira as a girlfriend. It was attention I had to live with, and the kind of thing I could laugh off. Keira was that magnificent.
Plenty of press-conference screenshots were circulating; one post in particular hit the sweet spot for me.
A single frame capturing my calm face right next to Lee Jayoung’s beet-red one.
It felt fantastic. Knowing people believed me felt fantastic, and the hundreds of comments roasting Lee Jayoung in my place felt even better. There was plenty of hate directed at me, sure, but the hate aimed at Jayoung and the Association dwarfed it, so I could not stop refreshing.
And the keyword that crushed all six of the others by sheer volume of mentions was “Demonic Power.”
The demonstration Suyeon had put on at the press conference had been incredibly effective. Right there on the spot she had proven that anyone—anyone at all—could awaken Demonic Power with almost ridiculous ease. People still had no idea how to control it or how to actually use it, but the mere existence of the power had them ecstatic. The hope that anyone could become a Keeper was seeping out of the communities and into society itself.
“Is it really all right for Demonic Power to spread through society like this?” Elena asked, sitting beside me and looking at my tablet with me.
“Even if Demonic Power spreads, without Ttanttani almost no one will actually be able to wield it.”
“But demons have always been born from among those few.”
“Wouldn’t someone like that have become a demon anyway, even without knowing Demonic Power existed?”
“No. That is incorrect.” Elena shook her head, correcting me. She was a Holy Knight; she did not simply agree with everything I said—especially not on matters like this.
“…I know. Knowing that Demonic Power exists versus not knowing makes a huge difference. Far more people will awaken it, and among them some will become real ‘demons.’ We already publicized exactly what a demon is, after all. Will more people end up suffering because of it?”
Maybe—no, almost certainly—more people would suffer. Maybe I had made the wrong choice. Just to clear a single “demon” frame off my name, I had released a far greater seed of evil into the world. Was that why Elena had opposed revealing Demonic Power from the very beginning?
Had she sensed my mood? Elena took my hand and met my eyes.
“Even if that happens, it is not your fault, Jungmin. It is not a burden you must carry. The Goddess of Mercy and Love, Ru, would surely say the same. So please… enjoy this victory. You will win again in the future, but this moment will never come back.”
This victory, huh. Right now I did feel like I had won. Right now, savoring that feeling was the correct move. Future problems could be handled by future me. Even if more demons appeared, future me would be stronger, so call it even.
A small smile returned to my face.
“That’s it.”
A matching smile bloomed on Elena’s face. Looking into those warm eyes fixed on me, my lips found hers of their own accord.
Smack.
She clearly had not expected it; her face went scarlet. We had kissed countless times, yet this still got her?
“Still embarrassed?”
The moment I pulled back she dropped her head. Even the ears peeking through her golden hair had turned red.
“Well…”
“Is it because the place is different? Still…”
Elena and I were in a hotel. I had brought her here because I wanted to give her a break after everything she had been through. We still had a packed schedule afterward, so the rest would be painfully short, but it could not be helped. She had been dropping subtle hints that she wanted time alone with me; if I kept putting it off she might actually go dark side on me.
“It is less embarrassment and more… my heart racing. We have made love countless times, yet every single touch from you still makes my chest pound. Look, even now…”
Elena pulled my hand onto her breast. Beyond the soft fullness that overflowed my palm, I felt her heart thudding hard and fast.
“Jungmin…”
Her face was still flushed, and her eyes held nothing but my face. She looked straight into both of my eyes and said,
“I love you.”
Her lips met mine again, and her eyes closed. We stayed like that for a long time, lips pressed together, sharing the softness and the racing of our hearts.
Tap. Tap.
Elena was the one who started it. Her tongue brushed my teeth. Thinking back to our first time, she had changed so much. Back then she had known nothing and simply stayed still after the kiss.
“Mmm… chuup.”
Tongues tangled, saliva exchanged. When Elena climbed on top of me, chest met chest. Even through clothes those full breasts announced their presence with unmistakable weight.
“Haa… chuup, churp.”
Elena cradled my face and hair with both hands, lost in the kiss, while her hips moved at the same time. Her sex rubbed against my raging cock through the fabric; she was already soaked.
Thud.
Elena pushed me back. I lay on the sofa and watched her peel off her boxy T-shirt.
Bounce.
Her breasts rolled up with the fabric and then spilled free. No bra, yet they sat high and full as if gravity had no claim on them. When it came to breasts, Elena was simply the best.
Pop-pop-pop.
She yanked my shirt open with both hands; the buttons flew. The shy woman from a moment ago had vanished—her eyes held nothing but raw lust. That was not a metaphor. I was a man who used lust as power, so I could see it clearly.
Whip, whip.
Next she stripped off my pants and underwear. With the quick hands of a physical S-rank Keeper I was naked before I even registered it.
“Slurp, lick, suck, smack.”
She lay over me and began sucking on my nipples—soft, then hard. Under her attention my nipples stood up just like my cock. At that moment my cock twitched harder, demanding its own share of attention. Conveniently, it was nestled perfectly in the valley of her breasts. Sensing the movement, Elena began rocking her upper body up and down, stimulating me while her tongue and lips continued to ravage my chest.
“Nngh…”
I almost let out an undignified moan. Honestly, it was a moan. She looked down at me with a satisfied little smile.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah… too good…”
Smack-smack-smack.
She kissed my chest several more times and then rose. A string of precum stretched obscenely between her breasts and my cock.
“You like this too, don’t you?”
Elena wrapped my cock in her breasts. She pressed them together with both hands and stroked up and down. The shaft disappeared completely; only the head peeked out from between the soft flesh.
“How is it?”
“Good. I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum as much as you want. These breasts are yours, Jungmin… oh!”
Spurt.
My cock began to ejaculate. She pressed her breasts even tighter, catching every drop completely. It was a little early, but ever since her confession I had been riding a high edge of arousal. I still was. Looking at those pale breasts already glazed white with my cum, how was I supposed to hold back?
“You came so much. Mmm… why does this taste so good?”
Elena scooped the semen from between her breasts with a finger and put it in her mouth. There was no way it did not taste bitter, yet she ate it like it was genuinely delicious.
Twitch.
Of course my cock hardened again at once.
“Hehe. So today this cute little friend is all mine, right?”
“Yeah. All yours.”
Take me, noona.
“Then… haap, chuup, churp!”
Elena swallowed my cock deep. Every time her head bobbed, the “cute little friend” vanished and reappeared. It was already trying to cum again as if it had forgotten it had just finished. And Elena, who knew that friend as well as I did, pulled off at the perfect moment.
“We cannot have you wasting it twice by accident.”
She stripped off her leggings and panties and climbed back on top of me. Our sexes pressed flush together; as she rolled her hips they rubbed wetly.
“Haa… haa…”
Her pussy was already more than ready. She rose onto her knees, took hold of my cock, and guided it inside herself.
“Hnn… haah…”
The moment I was fully sheathed she threw her head back and shuddered hard.
“Hah… haa… aah… aaang!”
Elena began to move her hips. Her breasts swayed with every motion, and our night finally caught fire for real.
The sun was still blazing outside, but that hardly mattered.
That day, we forgot what sleep was.