The Maid
92.
Lee Dahye.
The woman Jungmin’s group simply called “the maid.”
Long straight hair, flawless skin—the undisputed queen of the Wagok-ri Saemaul Credit Union. Every bachelor in the busy streets of Wagok-ri, Geunnam-myeon, Cheolwon County had, at least once, carried a quiet crush on her. She was everyone’s girl.
Then disaster struck, and she lost her entire life.
The necromancer Becancho.
Tracking the signal sent by the succubus Kim Rina, Becancho arrived here and broke into Dahye’s home without a second thought. He turned her parents and younger brother into packed lunches, sealed her mind, and made her his puppet.
From that moment on, her life ceased to exist.
Her days became nothing but endless service to Becancho. She was forced to watch her parents scream as they died by inches. She had to wheel her brother’s chair right up to Becancho herself. Because the necromancer never slept, she stayed awake for nearly a month straight. She even wore a maid outfit—something she had never imagined putting on in her life. Dressed like that, she once went to the supermarket to buy the wine and cheese Becancho favored.
In the end, even her sealed mind was erased.
Her body remained, but she herself was dead.
Death might even have been a mercy. Even while sealed, she had seen and heard everything; her mind was already in tatters. Living that way was no life at all. Death was probably a blessing for her—especially a clean death, considering she had fallen into the hands of a necromancer who could raise the dead.
Still, no living person truly hates life.
Even sealed, she had clung to existence, and before she vanished she left a tiny trace behind. It was smaller than the first stroke of the “ㅇ” in “Lee Dahye”—if you had to measure it, a single pixel split from the starting point of a circle. That faint mark remained in her body.
The trace held no power. It was nothing more than a picture proving that someone named Lee Dahye had once lived here. When Becancho entered her body, it offered no shield. When Dahye followed the final data etched into the magic circle and was dragged into the Eternal Gate, the trace simply went along for the ride.
A trace is only a trace.
Even after the Eternal Gate opened, the mark still did nothing to the creature once called Lee Dahye—now simply “the maid.” When the maid gathered skeletons to attack outside the Gate, when she teleported after Han Seongmin, when she respawned and gathered skeletons again, when she fought Keepers in front of the Eternal Gate—the trace remained nothing but a trace.
But now, the trace gained power.
Because of lust.
The channels linking Jungmin and Keira had originally been connected to Becancho. When Becancho died, they transferred to the maid. By nature those channels extracted “life,” or the will to live, and delivered it to Becancho. No other force could use them.
Then Jungmin’s lust met Keira’s and exploded, and everything shifted. The energy the channels were meant to suck became pure lust, so the channels mistook lust for life and began to drink it in. As Becancho had thought before he died, life and lust shared a certain kinship. The exploding lust was so vast that the channels gulped down a tremendous amount. There were even two channels in the same space.
Lust—an energy similar to life yet slightly different—flowed all the way to a place inside the Eternal Gate that could only be called the “respawn waiting area.” There the maid waited for her “life” to recharge. Life was the force that had made her, and the force she used.
At first she tried to accept the lust. Even to her eyes it looked similar to life. But she could not take it in. Lust and life were alike, yet they differed in one decisive way: gender.
With her will completely gone and only a body left, the maid was a genderless being. She wore a woman’s form, but that was flesh alone. No sex existed for her.
So the lust reached the trace instead.
Though it was only a trace, it was the trace of a woman named Lee Dahye. The trace could accept lust. Lust gave the trace power. Power became will, and the trace once more hungered for life.
All the materials were already waiting in the respawn space: power, will, and a body that was roughly one-seventh complete. The trace gathered everything around itself and assembled a new self. It made lust its heart and fixed the trace as its face. It took the maid’s memories for a brain and boldly converted the one-seventh body into a spirit form.
Everything was incomplete, but the trace could not wait. Once Jungmin and Keira finished having sex, the chance would never come again.
And so she was reborn.
A spirit that filled itself with lust for energy. In other words—a virgin ghost.
“Haaah, Jungmin, more… more… ah, ah, aaah!”
The first thing the trace—now the ghost Dahye—saw after being born was Jungmin and Keira. Their fierce coupling and the lust blazing like fire. Dahye felt ecstasy in that scorching desire. The lust still flowing through the channels was delicious, but tasting it directly was incomparable.
What if I go inside and taste it myself?
A spirit can possess. For Dahye—newly born and almost powerless—it should have been impossible, yet under these conditions it was possible. Dahye and Keira were linked by the channels. Keira was half out of her mind from the intense sex. Most of all, their fundamental desires were the same. Dahye wanted to live, and so did Keira. On the surface Keira seemed detached from life, but deep down she hungered for it. Dahye knew it instinctively.
Then I’ll make sure you live.
Dahye possessed Keira on the spot.
A cool sensation washed over me.
“Haaah… haaang…”
Keira, stripped completely of her combat suit and naked, was howling like a beast. I was just as naked, slamming into her like an animal myself. The scene had continued for a full hour. Nothing had changed.
Was it just my imagination?
Crack.
“…Shit!”
The change began inside Keira’s pussy. The heat seemed to cool for a second—then it froze solid in an instant. My cock, buried all the way inside, froze with it.
“Haaang, haaang!”
Keira’s moans kept coming. It was bizarre. Even though I wasn’t moving my hips at all, she moaned exactly to the rhythm of the piston strokes I had been giving her.
“What the hell, Keira, snap out of it! Keira!”
I thought about forcing my hips to move, but fear stopped me. It felt like her pussy would come out still attached to my cock.
“Damn it, what the hell is going on… haaah…”
Then the lust began to drain away. Cum erupted from my frozen cock.
Psssh!
The lust that left never came back. Until a moment ago it had always returned. Keira couldn’t store lust, so whatever came back carried a little of hers and grew larger. I would shoot that bigger lust straight into her again, she would add more, I would shoot, she would add—around me the lust had only kept swelling. I had planned to gather it all at once when we finished. I already knew with my whole body that the greater the lust, the greater the pleasure. This whole session with Keira had been work toward turning our coupling into heavenly bliss.
But the mass of lust I had stockpiled vanished somewhere. The tent that had been thick with heat now felt as cold as the middle of a snowfield.
What the hell? Why all of a sudden?
Even while I had no idea what was happening, the orgasm continued. The stimulation was unbearable. Whatever was going on, that was still Keira’s body. Her pussy was optimized for capturing my cock.
Brrrt, brrrt.
Endless ejaculation emptied my lust completely. Still the orgasm would not stop, and the lust was sucked into the frozen pussy. That familiar sensation of life force draining away—this was the taste of Mjolnir.
Am I… dying like this?
The color drained from my arms. My skin wrinkled; thirst scorched my throat. My vision blurred and flickered.
Blink.
“Haaang, haah.”
Not a single drop of sweat on that smooth back, yet Keira was still howling.
Blink.
“Haaang, hiiik.”
The person I was buried inside was no longer Keira. The smooth back was the same, but the hair was black and the hips were smaller. The breasts were bigger than Keira’s.
Blink.
“Haaang.”
Keira again. Her hips made perfect handholds—that was one of the charms of taking her from behind.
Blink.
“Hiiik!”
A strange moan. That wasn’t Keira’s voice either. Looking at the black hair plastered to her sweaty back, I finally knew who it was.
The maid.
The instant I realized my partner was the maid, I was able to stop the orgasm. If it wasn’t Keira, there was no reason I couldn’t control my own lust.
“…Why?”
The maid turned only her head and looked at me. Those eerie red eyes spoke without words.
Cum already. If you don’t, I’ll cut it off.
Cock and pussy were still frozen tight together. If she wanted, my cock would probably snap right off. A moment ago it had felt like I could tear the pussy free; in that short time I had withered and been stripped of all strength.
“Are you… really going to stop?”
A red tongue slipped out between purple lips and slowly licked them. On any other day the sight would have made me hard instantly. But I could see the lust the maid was unconsciously using. It was trying to invade my mind and force me to cum.
Stay sharp.
I can’t cum any more. I can’t let any more lust be taken. I have to keep my head. That’s the only way Keira can live.
“We were having fun, weren’t we? Just a little more. I think I can finish if we do.”
…She still hasn’t come?
It might have been empty talk, but the words stuck with me somehow. After all that cumming, how could she still not have finished? Had all the semen gone only into Keira? I was pretty sure I’d cum while it was the maid too.
“…If you still won’t react, maybe I should go find someone else.”
The cold inside her pussy intensified. At this rate I would freeze to death before the question of stolen lust even mattered.
Think while you cum. Think while you cum.
“I’ll cum, I’m going to cum…”
“Oh, then hurry up and cum!”
Gulp, gulp.
My last remaining lust turned into semen and was already traveling up the urethra. If it passed the foreskin, my life force might hit rock bottom.
“Yes, that, that’s it, faster, faster, fasterrr!”
My body really was empty. Lust, mana, stamina, life force, even the water in my body—everything felt drained dry. And into that hollowed-out body two straws were stuck.
Huh? Two?
One was obviously my cock. The other was my shoulder. The channel in my shoulder was screaming for lust. Until a second ago the energy pouring out of my cock had been so massive I hadn’t noticed, but once everything was empty I could feel it clearly.
In that instant I understood what to do.
I had experience having sex with a succubus inside my mental world. I had once used a channel to go straight for a necromancer’s throat. I just had to do the same thing now. Every energy was gone and my mental strength was at rock bottom, but I would do it. If I do it, it works. I can do this.
“Hup.”
Stopping the semen that was already on its way out was impossible. It was already flowing through the urethra. So I would reverse it instead.
I moved the channel that had been connected to my shoulder. For some reason it had turned into a channel that sucked lust. If it could suck lust, then I should be able to move it with my will.
What always mattered was the image.
In front of the urethra was a tube shaped like a urinary catheter, connected to the maid. Semen traveled through that tube to the maid. Not to the body in front of me, but to the maid’s mind—to her true form.
“I’m… coming…!”
“Hiiiiik!”
One single orgasm. That one orgasm decided everything.
“Yes… this is… sex…!”
The maid arched her back like a bow, threw her head back, and cried out. The way her long black hair flared wide was quite a sight. That was the maid’s final moment.
The black hair turned blue. Color returned to the pale skin. Keira was back.
It’s over now, right?
I squeezed out the very last drop. I had no regrets left. Now I just wanted to rest…
“Haaauuugh!”
Keira arched her back like a bow again. The ice in her pussy had melted, but now my cock burned like fire.
“…Fuck!”
The lust the maid had gathered was surging back through the tube in reverse. I guess I have to deal with this before I can rest.
Damn it. Why is my sex always a war?