"What the hell are you even saying?"
Mi-jun's voice came out sharper than he meant it to. The words hung in the air, brittle, uncertain.
The red-haired woman tilted her head, her soaked blouse clinging transparently to the swell of her full breasts, nipples hardening visibly against the thin fabric from the chill. "You really don't know anything, huh?"
He took a cautious step back, brows furrowing. "Are you drunk? High? Do you need me to call someone?"
Her eyes gleamed with faint amusement. "Answer me first, Lee Mi-jun. Are you a virgin?"
Mi-jun blinked. "What?" His jaw clenched, the faintest twitch of irritation flashing across his face. "Lady, I don't know who you are, but you've got five seconds to leave before I…"
He froze mid-sentence. His throat tightened. His body… wouldn't move.
Every nerve in him went stiff, like invisible strings were holding him in place. His hand hovered midair, fingers trembling slightly.
"What the hell…?" His voice came out strained.
The woman smiled, slow and sly, her tongue darting out to wet her plump lower lip as she stepped closer until her scent, rain mixed with something faintly floral, brushed against his senses.
"Relax," she whispered, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, her lush body pressing flush against him, the soft, yielding heat of her breasts molding to his chest, nipples like hard peaks dragging teasingly through his shirt. "It's raining. You can think of this as taking in a pretty girl from the street."
'What's this? A new scam? Some kind of hypnosis?' Mi-jun thought bitterly. But that didn't explain why his body refused to move even an inch, no matter how hard he tried.
Her lips brushed the edge of his jaw, her breath warm against his skin as she nipped lightly. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we?"
With one swift motion, she stepped away, her skirt swaying lightly as she turned, the fabric riding up just enough to flash the underside of her ass cheeks.
The motion alone felt choreographed, like every step carried meaning.
Then her voice changed, soft, measured, almost ceremonial.
"In this world, there are spirits and humans. Naturally, spirits can't exist here for long. But sometimes, they find… hosts. Humans they can leech onto, feeding off their emotions until the line between body and spirit blurs."
Mi-jun stayed silent, still trying to break free from the unseen hold.
"That's why exorcists exist," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "To separate the living from what clings to them. But recently, things have gotten… worse. Especially here, in Korea. The female spirits have grown stronger, hungrier."
She paused, glancing at him from over her shoulder. "And the number of real exorcists? It's dropping. People's faith in such spiritual things is fading."
Her words sounded like nonsense, and yet, they also explained a lot, like how she was able to hold him in place.
But did spirits actually exist in this world?
Before he could even digest her words, she continued.
"Then there's you," she said softly. "The Heavenly Sword Dragon. An exorcist born not from lineage, but by fate. You're… special, Mi-jun."
"Special?" he muttered. "You've got the wrong person. I'm not…"
Her gaze silenced him. "What, are you going to say some depressing crap? Is it because of what everyone says about you? Mi-jun, you know it too, don't you? You have never been normal." She pressed her finger lightly on his chest. "Do you realize how much you're holding yourself back?"
Her tone suddenly softened. "If you weren't special, I wouldn't be here. Your seed carries purification energy. If it enters a woman possessed by a spirit, it suppresses the corruption, weakens it, makes it easier to exorcise."
Mi-jun's mind went blank for a moment. "…I'm sorry, my what does what now?"
She ignored his deadpan stare. "From now on, you'll have to take on requests. Get close to the targets. Make them open up, until even the spirit inside them lets its guard down. Only then can your energy reach them fully."
He blinked slowly. "So… your grand plan to save Korea is me… sleeping with strangers?"
Her lips curved into a smirk. "You make it sound crude. It's not lust, it's purification. This is literally holy work."
Mi-jun stared at her. "…You're insane."
The woman chuckled lightly, then tilted her body subtly to the side, water dripping from her hair onto the floor. "I am?" She stood straight, smirking. "Besides, this will be good for you, too."
"For me?"
"You've been living like a ghost. No dreams. No friends. No purpose. Not even a girlfriend, despite your looks. Perhaps this job will remind you what it feels like to be alive again."
For a long moment, the apartment filled only with the soft rhythm of the rain outside.
Mi-jun looked away, eyes dimming slightly. "…Stop acting like you're my mom."
The red-haired woman's expression softened, just for a moment, a flicker of genuine warmth in her eyes. "I might not be your mom, but I do know one thing," she said quietly. "Lee Jin-ah won't be happy if she returns from her sentence only to see her son sad and broken. So…" she continued, her gaze locking onto his. "…do this for her, so when she returns, she'll see her son smiling again."
Mi-jun glanced at her, then let out a tired breath. "…Fine... I'll do it."
Her eyes widened, surprised at how easily he said it, pupils dilating with a rush of triumph and raw, feminine want, her nipples peaking sharper under the wet fabric.
"It isn't like I have anything to lose either way."
The woman's lips curled into a smile, something equal parts satisfaction and mischief. "You didn't have an option either way, haha."
"What?"
Then she moved closer again, the faint shimmer in her eyes returning.
Before Mi-jun could react, her hands wrapped around his neck, her ample, soft tits pressing against his chest, plush and fever-hot, spilling over the confines of her blouse, and her lips brushed his, soft and demanding.
Mi-jun jerked slightly, trying to pull back, but the invisible weight on his body still pinned him in place, trapping him in the exquisite agony of her curves grinding subtly against his member.
"I said I'll do it," he muttered against her lips, the words muffled by the slick glide of her mouth. "So can you let me go already?"
The strange woman finally pulled back, pouting playfully, a thin strand of saliva bridging them for a heated second. "What? A pretty girl kisses you and that's your reaction?"
"I can't find you pretty when you're using black magic on me," he answered flatly.
Her cheeks puffed slightly, a cute flush blooming across them. "What does that have to do with anything? You know I'm also a woman, right?"
Mi-jun didn't even blink.
She sighed dramatically. "At least act flustered, will you?"
Her pout vanished, replaced by a sly grin as she licked her lips slowly. "Well, I have a reason to do it with you just as much as possessed women."
She leaned her head on his shoulder, her silken hair cascading over his skin. "You see, female exorcists like me can charge our spiritual energy through intimacy with the Heavenly Sword Dragon."
He arched a brow. "Are you sure you aren't making this whole thing up? Because it sounds like random BS."
She chuckled lightly. "I'm telling the truth. And even if that weren't the case, you will soon have to do it with a lot of women," she said matter-of-factly. "So, I'll need to… test your sword. And maybe teach you how to use it properly."
Mi-jun frowned. "You're not talking about a real sword, are you?"
She smirked, stepping close enough for him, her hand on his crotch, fingers curling possessively over his member. "No."