The Culprits Revealed

"Oppa... I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I... I really wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I was such a wicked bitch to you."

Kang Minah's words were sincere.

The chance to reflect on her past while staring death in the face might have changed her.

Or perhaps... the memories of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠last night remained—clinging to me all night long, shaking her hips as both shikigami and virgin ghost.

"I'll accept your apology. Thank you. For saying you're sorry."

"......"

Minah's face flushed a faint pink.

"I've felt it for a while now... Oppa, you really do seem like a strong person. The way I ignored you and treated you so horribly all this time... I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me."

I could sense her sincerity.

She bowed her head, her hair cascading forward.

I gently brushed her disheveled strands behind her ear.

"Don't worry about the past. You're a patient right now."

"Yes... thank you, oppa. Thank you so much for saving me."

During the daytime, Kang Minah was entirely human.

Neither the evil aura of the virgin ghost nor the instincts of the shikigami could be detected.

She was simply a fragile twenty-year-old girl who had been wounded and trampled.

Growl.

Another embarrassing sound rumbled from her stomach.

Minah's face burned crimson.

"You must be hungry. I'll bring some food."

Only then did Minah slowly release the hem of my clothes she'd been clutching.

I stood and headed for the kitchen.

I reheated the abalone porridge I'd cooked yesterday and prepared a fresh batch of soft steamed eggs.

It was the best possible meal for her since she couldn't chew solid food.

When I returned to the room carrying the tray, Minah was sitting up with the blanket pulled all the way to her neck.

Her eyes were fixed on me like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"I... feed me. My arms hurt."

She was acting spoiled like a little child.

I sat beside her and let out a soft chuckle.

Strangely, I didn't mind it at all.

Maybe because we'd already mingled our bodies? She didn't know that, of course.

"Open your mouth."

I sat by the bed and scooped a spoonful of porridge.

Minah obediently parted her lips.

It was the same mouth I'd once fed triangle kimbap disguised as porridge.

The same lips that had greedily sucked my cock in her shikigami state last night.

The same front teeth that had bitten down on my glans until it felt like the skin would peel off.

"Mmm..."

She chewed carefully and swallowed the porridge.

"It's delicious... It's really delicious, oppa."

"Eat slowly. You'll upset your stomach."

I alternated between feeding her the porridge and the steamed eggs.

Like a baby bird accepting food from its mother, she eagerly took everything I offered.

Her obedient demeanor during the day contrasted with the frenzied whore she became at night.

That extreme gap pleasantly stirred my desire to dominate.

"Oppa... I need to use the bathroom..."

Toward the end of the meal, Minah spoke in a tiny, hesitant voice.

I'd put the splint back on her broken leg.

It was impossible for her to get out of bed on her own.

Yet in her shikigami state, she had walked around effortlessly on that same broken leg and even performed cowgirl position with ease.

"I'll carry you. Wrap your arms around my neck."

I set the tray aside, slid one arm under her waist and the other beneath her knees.

When I lifted her lightly, Minah flinched and clung tightly to my neck.

"Eut... I must be heavy..."

"You're nothing but bones. What are you talking about?"

As I carried her to the bathroom, her body heat transferred fully against my chest.

Her massive breasts, threatening to spill from the loose gown, pressed firmly into my ribcage.

The soft, heavy sensation.

The memory of roughly kneading and sucking those breasts last night flashed vividly in my mind.

I suppressed the blood rushing to my lower half and kept my expression neutral.

Once inside the bathroom, I opened the toilet lid and carefully lowered her onto it.

"Do your business. I'll wait outside the door."

"Um... oppa, about that..."

"What?"

Minah's face turned beet red as she averted her eyes.

"I... I'm not wearing any underwear..."

My gaze naturally drifted to her lower body at her words.

The hem of the gown had parted slightly, offering a glimpse of her pure-white thighs and the secret valley between them.

The same place that had been filled with my cum and convulsing wildly last night.

I'd cleaned her thoroughly that morning, but from her perspective it was still humiliating.

"It's hospital clothing. I'll step out so you can go comfortably. Call me when you're done."

I answered calmly and closed the bathroom door.

Just yesterday she had exposed everything in front of me without shame.

As I leaned against the door from outside, the sound of flowing water came from within.

Splash... splash...

Even that sound strangely stimulated my nerves.

The human Kang Minah only found the current situation embarrassing and regrettable.

She had no idea that every night she became a shikigami and rode me, shaking her hips.

"Oppa... I'm finished..."

Her tiny voice called out.

I opened the door, went back in, and lifted her again as she finished wiping with toilet paper.

The water in the bowl swirled cleanly before flushing away.

"Want me to wash you? You sweated quite a bit."

"Ah, no! I'll just wipe myself with a damp towel. I feel like I'm being too much of a burden..."

She waved her hands frantically in refusal.

The memory of sitting her on the toilet and pounding her roughly from behind last night surfaced, and the corner of my mouth twitched upward involuntarily.

"Alright. Don't push yourself."

After laying her back in bed, I brought a warm damp towel.

Minah wriggled beneath the blanket as she wiped her body.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, watching her quietly.

"Minah. Can you tell me everything you remember about what happened in Cambodia?"

At my question, the hand moving the towel froze.

A shadow of terror crossed her face once more.

"I know you don't want to remember, but I need information to catch them. We have to save Mom."

At my persuasion, she slowly nodded.

With the blanket pulled up to her chest, she began speaking in a trembling voice.

"Right after we landed at the airport with Mom... we got into a car. They said it was sent by one of Dad's company employees."

"Who was that employee?"

"I don't remember the name. But... he was Korean. His voice was really sharp."

A Korean. A man with a sharp voice.

Most likely a subordinate sent by Park Taejun—or Park Taejun himself.

"Was it Park Taejun?"

"Huh? Uh. Yeah, I think it was. Park Taejun!"

Minah's eyes widened as the memory clicked.

"Then I fell asleep in the car... when I woke up, I was in a strange warehouse. There were iron bars everywhere, and it smelled awful..."

Minah's pupils darted rapidly back and forth.

Fearing she might hyperventilate, I took her hand and held it firmly.

My warmth seemed to calm her breathing slightly.

"A fat Cambodian man came in. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠He... he tried to do horrible things to me and tore my skirt."

"So that's when you fought back?"

"Yes... that bastard... when he tried to strip me, I kicked him in the face as hard as I could. There was so much blood. He screamed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and ran out..."

She shuddered violently.

"A little later, another Korean man entered. Sharp voice. When that man gave orders to the Cambodian, he brought a hammer..."

She covered her mouth again.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"He smashed my knee with the hammer... covering my mouth so I couldn't scream... it hurt so much I passed out. When I woke up, my Achilles tendon had been cut too."

I clenched my teeth.

This wasn't mere violence—it was meticulously calculated torture and preparation for a ritual.

The horrific pain and resentment of a virgin.

That was the exact sacrifice required to create a Half-Human Half-Shikigami.

"Did you hear what other people called that Korean man?"

At my persistent questioning, Minah frowned and dug deeper into her memory.

"Um... when that fat Cambodian man addressed the Korean... Chief... Chief Jang? I think that's what he called him. The accent was strange, but he definitely said 'Jang.'"

"Could it have been Zhang Chen?"

"...No. It didn't sound like a Chinese name."

Another Korean with the surname Jang besides Zhang Chen.

That man, Park Taejun's chief of staff, and Zhang Chen—they were all connected.

Park Taejun.

Among everyone who had appeared so far, he sat at the top of the pyramid.

He was the mastermind who had dragged our family into hell.

"I understand. You did well. Stop thinking about it and rest now."

"Oppa... I miss Mom... Please save her..."

"Don't worry. I'll crush every last one of them and bring her back."

At my icy killing intent, Minah flinched, yet she squeezed my hand tighter.

To her, I had become an absolute savior.

"Take your medicine and sleep. Your bones will heal faster if you rest deeply."

I gave her the pills mixed with painkillers and sedatives.

The medicine took effect quickly; Minah's eyelids grew heavy.

"Oppa... thank you... really..."

Her breathing evened out.

She had fallen completely asleep.

The sun had set and darkness blanketed the world outside the window.

The living room clock read ten at night.

I sat on the single sofa in Minah's room, reading a book.

Her face as she lay in bed was peaceful.

Soft, steady breaths.

Kang Minah had fallen asleep.

The air in the room gradually grew heavier.

Ssssk.

Minah's fingers, poking out from beneath the blanket, twitched faintly.

The temperature plummeted, raising goosebumps across my skin.

Evil energy rose from her dantian and began wrapping around her entire body.

It was the moment the 'shikigami' that had slept through the day awakened.

Flutter.

Minah's closed eyelids opened.

These were not the frightened, fragile eyes from daytime.

Her pupils were cloudy and unfocused, yet they gleamed with the ferocious lust of a beast.

"Hng... Haa..."

Her lips parted halfway, releasing sticky, heated breaths.

Minah slowly sat up.

She moved as if she felt no pain from her broken leg at all; her motions were grotesque.

Swish.

She pushed the gown off her shoulders herself.

In the darkness, her pale shoulder lines and the enormous, swollen F-cup breasts were laid completely bare.

Her hardened nipples stiffened even more in the cool air.

'My lord...'

The virgin ghost's thought leaked out.

The shikigami was moving ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strictly according to the behavioral commands the sorcerer had implanted.

The instinct to seduce me, copulate with me, and drain my vital essence.

'May this one receive more of my lord's semen?'

The virgin ghost was attempting to lightly possess the shikigami's body.

I closed the book and crossed my legs.

Minah crawled across the bed on all fours, approaching me.

The patient gown had ridden up to her hips, fully exposing her bare, secret place.

It was already drenched in arousal; every movement produced wet, squelching sounds.

'Haa... My lord... This body burns... Please fill me completely...'

She crawled to my feet, pressed herself flat against the floor, and rubbed her face against my knee.

The same mouth and tongue that had clung to me sobbing during the day now licked near my pants zipper.

Her soft lips gently pressed the outline of my cock through the fabric.

Slurp. Suck.

"A zombie-like empty shell isn't any fun. Do it like yesterday—with the rude, foul-mouthed Kang Minah."

At my words, the shikigami's body stiffened.

The ghost quickly took full possession.

"Hng... Fine, you perverted bastard! Hurry up and pull that thing out! Let's see you shoot that stinky fucking cum already!"

Minah glared at me and snapped.

Yet her hands were frantically undoing my belt buckle.

The mismatch between her arrogant expression and vulgar actions sent a thrill through me.

"Use your mouth first."

At my command, Minah unzipped my pants and pulled out my massively swollen cock.

Her eyes sparkled with raw greed.

Without hesitation she opened her mouth wide, wrapped her soft tongue around it, and swallowed the head.

"Uup... Slurp, slurrrp... Chuuup."

The velvety sensation enveloped my cock completely and slid downward.

Her tongue relentlessly licked the tip while her throat sucked me in deeper.

In her shikigami state, she was a perfect doll created solely for sex.

"Haa... Fuck. You suck dick like a pro."

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head forward hard.

"Gack! Uup... Uuuup!"

When I thrust all the way to the back of her throat, physiological tears filled her eyes.

But instead of pulling away, she hugged my thighs and tried to take me even deeper.

She carefully bit down on my cock with just the right pressure.

Ring ring—!

At that moment, my smartphone on the living room table rang loudly.

I pulled my cock from Minah's mouth.

"Wait here. I need to take this call."

"Haa... Haaat... You better come back quick... My pussy's so itchy I feel like I'm losing my mind..."

Minah sat on the floor, kneading her own breasts and acting coquettish.

I walked into the living room and answered the phone.

The caller was Detective Nam Gyuho.

Tension filled the detective's voice.

"No, not yet. Why do you ask?"

Zhang Chen had come to Seoul?

"Where is Zhang Chen right now?"

It was Detective Nam Gyuho's bewildered shout.

"A centipede?"

A huge centipede?

Flying?

It was a killing curse.

"Detective, where are you right now? I'll come to you immediately."

"Understood."

I had to move quickly.

I didn't know what information Detective Nam Gyuho possessed, but the fact that someone was continuously sending killing curses meant he was someone who absolutely had to stay alive.

"Minah."

When I opened the door and entered, Minah was on the bed with her legs spread wide, furiously fingering her pussy.

Squelch, squelch...

"Haaang! Oppa! Hurry up and fuck meee!"

"Hold it in today. Oppa has to go hunting."

I adjusted my pants and grabbed my jacket.

'My lord... Where are you going?'

The ghost's eyes appeared above Minah's belly and asked.

"Oh, right... Do you recognize this face?"

I showed the virgin ghost the screenshot of the man from the video call.

Minah's eyes narrowed.

"He is a man named Jang Junpyo, referred to as Chief Jang."

Jang Junpyo??

Combining the information from Minah and the virgin ghost created high-quality intelligence.

"Zhang Chen's appearance gives off a distinctly snake-like impression. He has a straight nose and long, narrow, slit-like eyes."

"Perfect! Thanks for the excellent information!"

I left the house and stepped into the darkness.

Park Taejun and Zhang Chen.

I would show them exactly how powerless their sorcery was before me.