The Virgin Ghost's Full-Body Service
The virgin ghost's full-body shower service was something I could get addicted to doing every single day.
I came and came until my balls were completely drained.
After letting the shower blast my entire body until it felt like it was about to burst, I finally stepped out.
It was time to return Kang Minah to normal.
The virgin ghost had neatly absorbed every last drop of semen left inside her pussy.
Aside from her folds being slightly parted, her insides looked so clean and fluffy that it was hard to tell she'd just been creampied.
"Huuup—!!"
Minah, who had been collapsed on the floor, suddenly bolted upright like someone emerging from underwater, gasping for air.
Once she regained her senses, she blankly looked around for a moment before her eyes met mine.
"O... Oppa...!"
Her pupils were filled with fear and exhaustion.
"It's over. Two hours."
I sat on the sofa with a cigarette between my lips, staring down at her with an indifferent expression.
"You held out. Good job."
"Hwaaaaaang!! Oppaaaaa...!"
Only now did Minah fully register the situation and burst into tears.
Watching her cling to my leg and sob made my cock twitch slightly, but I suppressed it with reason.
"I really thought I was going to die! That ghost with the noose around its neck smashed through the window and tried to touch my face... Sob, sob! I kept screaming and holding on... Hic, hic..."
"Yeah. Excellent. You really endured like a stubborn mule."
I swallowed a quiet chuckle and stroked her sweat-soaked (actually just not fully dried from the shower) hair.
She hadn't been fighting off ghosts at all. She'd just exhausted herself riding my cock like a piston and was panting like crazy.
"Is that why... my body's so sore and my back hurts? My stomach feels a bit off too... and I sweated so much... Is that normal?"
Minah tilted her head, rubbing her waist.
At her innocent question, I answered without a single change in expression.
"When your soul separates from your body and you have to deflect the yin energy of all those ghosts, every muscle in your body tenses up to the extreme. It's like muscle pain that everyone experiences the first time they use spiritual power."
"Ah... so that's it? It was really so hard for me..."
She nodded, believing my words without a shred of doubt.
A strange sense of pride even flickered across her face, as if she'd overcome some hellish soul-separation training.
"Good work. Go wash up."
"Okay... I'll wash and come out. I passed Stage 1, right? I'm officially a 2nd Class shaman now, yeah?"
Minah asked with eyes full of expectation.
"That's right. 2nd Class shaman."
At my praise, Minah beamed and headed to the bathroom, clutching her aching waist.
Her waddling walk made it look like her pussy was still sore.
The bathroom door closed, and the sound of running water began.
I stood up and looked out the window.
The morning sun had fully risen, brightly illuminating the apartment complex.
'Master. You really have the worst taste. The day that female finds out the truth is going to be quite the spectacle.'
Mongsil muttered, sounding utterly fed up.
'She must never find out. That's your job—you and the others who know the truth.'
My bloodthirsty warning reached even the virgin ghost hiding in the bathroom.
"Achoo! Heh-choo! Hoo-yang hoo-yang hoo-ya~"
Minah started sneezing nonstop.
Her sneezes were ridiculously unique.
She always added some weird sound at the end. It made her even cuter.
"Minah. You've got an appointment at the Gangnam Haoreul Dermatology Clinic at 2 p.m. today. Make sure you go get those scars treated. Just in case you need to fast, don't eat breakfast. And don't drink water within two hours of the appointment."
The bathroom door opened a crack and Minah poked her head out.
"Yeees! But where are you going, Orabeoni?"
"To the rooftop to train a bit."
"Can't I train with you?"
"I'll be up there first. Come up slowly whenever you're ready."
"Okaaaay~~~"
I needed to practice the Flying Talisman Slash a little more.
Talisman techniques were new to me too, so mastering how to finely control my spiritual power came first.
By the way, semen doesn't count as breaking a fast, right?
###
Jang Junpyo was clutching his head in frustration.
The damage from the mercenaries who had attacked the crime complex this time was beyond words.
"Yes, Director. It was clearly an assault aimed at rescuing Woo Minjung. They knew exactly which building and floor she was broadcasting from and broke in. Total of twelve personnel. All killed."
- And our casualties?
"Local soldiers... f-forty-two."
- Chief Jang. Why do you think I'm paying you so much money?
"I-I'm terribly sorry."
- Who sent them?
"We're looking into it, but... since they're Belarusian mercenaries, we're suspecting Chairman Kang Rokgi, who has connections in Russia. It would cost less than half of the 10 billion won we were preparing, so that seems likely."
The person on the other end of the line.
When Park Taejun fell silent, Jang Junpyo felt a chill run down his spine.
- The Triads have lodged a complaint with me. We barely secured the business rights after paying a fortune, so don't create a situation where China steals it back. If I trust you with something, you need to deliver the appropriate results. Don't you agree?
"I'll work harder."
- Working harder isn't enough. Stake your life on it.
"Yes!!"
- Has the Half-Human Half-Shikigami conversion on Woo Minjung been completed?
"It's almost finished. The method you taught us is truly remarkable, Director. This is pure South Korean power creating a K-Half-Human Half-Shikigami without that arrogant Chunmei!"
- Stop slapping "K-" on everything.
"S-Sorry."
- Are you properly applying the behavioral protocols I requested for Woo Minjung? She needs to become Kang Rokgi's personal fucktoy and cling to him desperately.
"Yes! Already fully implemented."
- And why can't we reach Zhang Chen? What's the status on the Kang Suho matter?
"That's... I can't reach him either."
- Check on the Kang Suho situation yourself. You know this is an incredibly big deal.
"But I'm in Cambodia?"
- You fucking idiot. I'm in Dubai, you piece of—
Park Taejun, who had been about to curse, let out a long sigh.
- Junpyo.
"Yes, Director."
- No, Junior Brother Jang. You're the only one I can trust. If you keep disappointing me like this, how can this Senior Brother accomplish our great cause?
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother!"
- The Triads are moving in suspicious ways. There's even a rumor that Ma Weijun is moving personally. Don't let the business rights we secured in Cambodia go to waste. There's no other place that can mass-produce vengeful spirits like the Cambodian crime complex.
"I'll keep it in mind, Senior Brother! This time as well, I have successfully created three Special Class vengeful spirits using Resentful Spirit Arts within the deadline."
- Good work. Seal them properly and make sure nothing like last time happens where a spirit escapes during transport. You know the export destination this time is the United States first, right? They're going to Epstein Island.
"It seems America is also actively trying to create shamans."
- Don't worry about that. Just focus on business, Chief Jang.
"Yes! Director."
Click—
The moment the call ended, Jang Junpyo let out a long sigh.
"Ah, fuck... This is bullshit. That bastard gets to fuck models in Dubai every day while I rot in this hot, sticky country making ghosts all the time."
He slumped into his chair and lit a cigarette.
It was practically a miracle that Park Taejun had secured the business rights in Cambodia.
He had taken over the entire crime complex that the Triads had been running.
He'd heard they handed over one of the Triads' major civilian projects in exchange.
"But... why did the Triads hand over such a sweet deal to Senior Brother? Did they suddenly grow a conscience about killing people? Killing people is such a fucking turn-on though."
Jang Junpyo let out a snort of laughter.
On his desk sat a single jar containing a freshly created and sealed Special Class vengeful spirit, the decapitated corpse of a woman, and a gruesome severed head with its tongue ripped out.
###
On the top floor of Samjung Group headquarters, Chairman Kang Rokgi's office was filled with the thick scent of agarwood incense.
Even that couldn't completely mask the rotten fishy stench of the hundreds of vengeful spirits swarming around Kang Rokgi.
He held a wine glass, quietly admiring the night view of Seoul through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
And standing silently behind him was a middle-aged beauty wearing glasses.
With her hair slicked back in an all-back style, she was a sharp-featured beauty—Shaman No. 1 Executive Director Shin Seryeong, the thousand-year-old shaman Kang Rokgi had taken in.
She was quietly burning talismans behind him.
Every time one talisman burned away, one of the vengeful spirits attached to Kang Rokgi's body would scream and vanish.
"How many days are left? No... how many are left?"
Shin Seryeong had perfectly memorized the number of earthbound spirits remaining on Kang Rokgi's body.
"One hundred and twenty-two remain, Chairman."
"Which means I have 122 days of life left."
"I am truly sorry, Chairman."
"You said the Hundred Ghosts Life Extension technique can't be used twice, correct?"
"I will make sure to turn Kang Suho's body into a Half-Human Half-Shikigami as quickly as possible and offer it to you. If the Soul Transfer Body Swap succeeds, you will be able to take possession of Kang Suho's body."
Every technique that came out of Shin Seryeong's mouth was a vicious art that made the Half-Human Half-Shikigami technique look like child's play.
The Soul Transfer Body Swap was a technique to steal the body of one's own blood relative and achieve eternal life. The Hundred Ghosts Life Extension involved killing 365 young boys and girls to turn them into earthbound spirits, forcibly attaching them to one's body, and having them perish in place of the daily lifespan deducted at midnight.
Chairman Kang Rokgi's natural lifespan had already ended, but thanks to Shin Seryeong's Hundred Ghosts Life Extension, he was clinging to an extra year of life.
"That Kang Suho kid looked pretty solid. I like it. What were the failure odds for the Soul Transfer Body Swap again? Ever since I failed with my own son in Cambodia last time, I've been in a terrible mood. If that had succeeded, I would've been able to obtain Woo Minjung so easily."
"Fifty percent."
What came out of Kang Rokgi and Shin Seryeong's mouths was utterly shocking.
The reason he had killed Kang Suho's father—his own son—was to take that body for himself.
"Is there any way to raise those odds even a little? If I fail with Kang Suho too, there won't be any decent male in our family left to switch into."
"There is a way. If we sacrifice three Spirit Class shamans... we can raise the success rate of the Soul Transfer Body Swap to one hundred percent."
"Three Spirit Class shamans? In this entire country, there might only be one or two..."
Chairman Kang Rokgi swirled the wine in his mouth, making a loud gulping sound.
It was a habit of his whenever his brilliant mind was turning.
"Wait a minute... There's no rule that the Spirit Class shamans have to be Korean, is there?"
"No, that's correct."
"I've got a good idea. We should partner with Nflix and hold a global audition. A shaman survival audition. The prize could be an executive director position at Samjung and 10 billion won in cash... No, what should we offer to make Spirit Class shamans from all over the world come running?"
"That's an excellent idea, Chairman. I will lend you one of my treasures as the grand prize. After all, the winner won't be able to claim it—they'll become a sacrifice and die. I possess one of the Dragon Pearls that an Imugi once held. Any Spirit Class shaman would lose their mind over it."
At the mention of a Dragon Pearl, Kang Rokgi's eyes widened.
"You... so the rumor that you've lived over a thousand years wasn't a joke?"
"I do not joke. It is merely a trivial ability."
Kang Rokgi's expression finally brightened.
"I was feeling gloomy after the Woo Minjung rescue operation failed too, but this is excellent news. Kehehehe."
"However... there is something this girl is curious about."
Kang Rokgi glanced back at Shin Seryeong, who had trailed off.
"I do not understand why you are leaving Park Taejun alone. He continues to supply you with vengeful spirits from Cambodia, but he is a man who dreams of turning the Woo Minjung you cherished into a Half-Human Half-Shikigami and using her to turn you into one as well so he can control you."
Kang Rokgi laughed as if he already knew everything.
"You're worrying about useless things, which isn't like you."
"I apologize."
"Since the Triads and the American heavyweight Epstein are involved, I'm simply playing along for now. That Park Taejun is helping Epstein. You don't need to worry too much. It's something I can handle within my own scope."
"To dare betray you after receiving your grace—he truly has massive balls."
"Since he's a Spirit Class shaman too, if we lure him into participating in the shaman survival show, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"
At Kang Rokgi's words, the corners of Shin Seryeong's lips curled up.
"Please assign me a PD for the shaman survival program. I will personally design the survival competition."
"This should be fun. Since you're taking charge, I'll become a dedicated viewer myself."
Kang Rokgi's vile smirk lifted.
Chapter 5. The Flames of War Ignite. End.