The Virgin Obsessed Man Feared Even by the Gods
The lower floors of the Tower were unbearably boring.
Frustrating that the scenario skip button had never been added in the first place.
Every enemy that appeared was wiped out in seconds by our pet squad alone.
Seven beauties— or one looked like a suspicious barbarian woman, but either way the combination had people eyeing them with curiosity.
But the moment I showed clear irritation, Seolha quickly drove everyone away in a single breath.
And then she returned to me, flashing a puppy-like smile as she begged for praise. That single sight was the only joy I had while climbing the Tower.
Somehow we made it up, and just as we reached the twentieth floor a figure blocked our path.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing, Baek Seolha? Not even answering my call?”
A voice that grated on my nerves like sandpaper.
Some woman daring to act close to my Seolha?
If she threatened my virgin, I’d have to put her down with the same cold detachment Artemis felt after she killed Orion.
Behave yourself. Hmph.
“She’s my blood relative! Baek Seolhun, he’s such a pathetic loser.”
Seolha quickly explained when she sensed my irritation.
That eased the rage that had flared at the mention of family.
But I couldn’t let my guard down completely.
He might be an extreme blood relative.
The Chastity Doctrine’s first rule: suspect every man in the world at first glance.
Suspect even women who disguise themselves as men.
Especially the Olympian huntresses, who didn’t hesitate to wear animal skins.
“Hey, you ignoring me? What’s this girl so flustered about?”
“I’m busy with something important right now—get lost.”
“What important thing?”
“None of your business.”
“Is posting weird internet posts the big deal? Who the hell are you? You’re completely out of it. A total lunatic.”
Seolhun glared at his sister with murderous intent, but anyone who knew him would see the worry for his little sister in that look.
The way he had rushed over the moment he sensed the change in her was a dead giveaway.
“Hah, a sibling relationship like that and you try to cheat on it—how revolting.”
I imagined it and slapped my own cheek again.
“Damn… this brain’s been infected with some evil virus!”
It felt like every filthy 19+ story in the world was pouring straight into my skull.
Not some scumbag web novelist churning out nothing but smut, either—what the hell was this guy thinking?
Enough of that.
“You— what the hell did you do to my sister?”
Seolhun switched targets to me.
He had been glaring at me from the start.
Since talking to Seolha hadn’t worked, he was ready to really punish me now.
“It’s nothing big. I just gave her a lesson in manners for posting filthy shit online.”
“So what kind of lesson did you give her?”
Seolha was beautiful and Seolhun was handsome too—perfect siblings, high-rank hunters who had everything going for them.
Seeing Seolhun’s face twist with helpless rage made me want to torment him even more.
“What kind of lesson?”
“You’re a mind-type user, right?”
The battle started.
I decided not to waste time on a mind-user.
Seolhun crouched and reached for the shadows on the ground.
They stretched out, grew thin and sharp, and shot upward like blades aimed at my arm.
Real 2D shadow turning into a 3D blade?
Could I make a girlfriend with this?
Too bad the blade movement was agonizingly slow.
Slow? So slow it made me yawn.
“Hey, when exactly does this blade reach me? After one full universe rotation? New round starts then?”
I walked up behind him and whispered in his ear.
Seolhun jolted, startled that I had completely vanished from sight.
“You’re a time-space mover too?”
Being an Apostle of three goddesses, his body was infinitely close to transcendence—moving at speeds that shouldn’t even be visible to mortals.
Even if he gave twenty hints like a guessing game, it would be hard to believe.
“Your sister’s fine and I’ll return her. Why don’t you just leave? I have no intention of adding you to my collection.”
The worm I had planted in Seolhun’s brain with the three virgin goddesses was screaming endless YES to every single thing.
Even a worm crawling underground or an ugly goblin would be okay.
Ugly? Fine. Handsome? Fine. Pretty? Fine. Creepy? Fine.
It was begging to be seduced, dominated, and owned.
But my original self had zero desire for Seolhun.
Even if he was beautiful, he was still a man.
Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself.
Maybe if I removed the tumor he’d come back.
“Release the power you put on my sister right now!”
The tone was subtly different from before.
A desperate, forced growl meant to stop a scared dog from running or collapsing from the gap in strength.
Already broken after only whispering once behind his back?
Of course, if I had planned to kill him right then I could have done it a million times over.
I preferred humans—especially men—standing tall with their heads high when I cut them down, so I felt zero sympathy.
You’re a man and your core personality sucks too.
“Sorry. I don’t know how to release it. Maybe the moment I cast it is the end. Just like a lost virgin can never come back.”
“You bastard!”
Seolhun snapped, losing all reason.
At least he wasn’t completely heartless.
The sad part was no god had ever granted him any power.
“Your attack was so slow I could have taken a nap and still dodged it.”
I gave him a healthy dose of feedback and knocked him flat.
And the second I pretended to be asleep he howled.
“You crazy monster!”
What had I done wrong?
I had only used a hypnosis app on cute kids who dressed up as non-virgins, shot arrows, and posted smut online, turning them into my pets.
As soon as I heard his sister had changed, he rushed over like a hero to save her—yet all I gave him was mockery and a demonstration of the gap, nothing more.
“I want to torment him more.”
Actually, twisting up his feelings like this wasn’t my usual personality.
It had to be the influence of Ishtar.
Since it wasn’t my fault, maybe I could torment him even more pleasantly?
I could make him beg to be killed and lick my toes.
Wait, licking a beauty’s toes isn’t punishment, it’s a reward.
Still, no.
“Seolhun. If you have a finisher, use it. I won’t dodge—take it straight.”
I gave him the chance.
If he had any cheat code that one-hit killed on contact or a technique that guaranteed death on two hits, I’d let him use it.
But Seolhun didn’t answer for a long time.
His face showed he had so many things he wanted to say, yet he couldn’t get a single word out.
“What are you doing? I said take anything!”
At least show some guts and tear his clothes off.
“I already used my finisher.”
“What?”
“Binding a person’s shadow to restrain their body is my finisher. It didn’t work on you at all. What are you, really? You monster.”
“Ah, that was the finisher?”
Have you ever gotten caught in a web dragged by the wind?
Arms would be fine, but hitting the face with it felt disgusting—sticky and gross.
Seolhun’s finisher was exactly that.
The wind could never truly restrain human action.
It was just sticky.
So that’s what it was.
“Looks like I went easy on you. I never imagined a finisher could be this sticky.”
Seolhun admitting that was his finisher to himself was pathetic.
He had finally understood the strength gap.
Even if I pounded his body with it ten thousand times, no scratch would appear.
He looked like a boyfriend who had already been claimed by someone else and was now being told “Just insert it already, stop messing around.”
“Even the gods have no mercy.”
I laughed at Seolhun’s complaint.
“The world is shaking because of the gods’ war, and yet you still pray to them at the end? Were you really enjoying this world until today? Did you even feel like you’d become a hero?”
Ah, my original self would never have such hatred.
Anyway, it was all thanks to the three goddesses.
“……”
Seolhun, completely drained of will, refused to leave.
Maybe he thought running away would break the rules of humanity.
Or maybe he believed I wouldn’t let him go even if he ran.
Since I hadn’t given permission, he couldn’t freely choose life or death.
“Seolhun. Just go home and wait. I’ll use your sister well and return her gently. I’ll send you back in perfect condition right now.”
But he didn’t leave even with my permission.
His pride, sense of justice, love for his sister—whatever it was—had turned into glue pinning him to the floor.
“If you still can’t leave, I’ll give you a reason to run. If you don’t vanish from my sight, Seolha will be hurt instead. A brother with all four limbs is better than one missing limbs, isn’t it?”
At those words Seolhun’s eyes filled with tears as he spat out his final line.
“You have no human heart, do you?”
Where else could you find someone who loves humans as much as I do?
I worship virgins.
And anyone who isn’t a virgin is no longer human.
Therefore I am the greatest humanist in humanity.
“Ah, right. Don’t use my name in the community. It’s my biggest trigger.”
Seolhun fled.
And where he had stood, there were not only tear stains but other fluids as well.
I instantly imagined taking a photo with my camera and posting it to the community.
Since Seolhun was famous, the concept post was a must, right?
Even so, that would still be an act of destroying a human soul—demon behavior.
Let’s save that for next time.