Chapter 215 - Chapter 211: IF Side Story - Still Getting Devoured (13)
Once the phone stopped ringing, a young woman's voice answered.
"Hello?"
Sena held her breath, then spoke in a calm, steady tone.
"Hello. Is this Seon-ah's mother?"
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"Ah... I'm Sena, Seon-ah's streaming manager. Seon-ah is starting a two-day outdoor shoot today, and since he can't use his phone, I'm calling on his behalf."
"Seon-ah never mentioned anything like that... It's so sudden. If he's nearby, could you put him on?"
"Ah... it's an escape room challenge where he had to hand over his smartphone, so he can't take calls. He asked me to contact you because he realized he'd forgotten to reach out to his parents before we started."
By the time he leaves this motel, he'll be a slave obedient to my every word anyway. I just need to feed her a lie she'll accept.
Still, her next words made my heart race.
"By any chance... nothing has happened to Seon-ah, has it?"
"No, not at all. He's fine, Mother. You can ask him yourself when he's back."
"..."
She remained silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought.
It didn't feel like she was convinced.
"Don't worry. Once everything is finished, Seon-ah will explain everything to you."
"Then... I'll leave him in your care."
As the call disconnected, Sena let out a long breath.
"She sensed something... She has a terrifyingly good intuition. I need to hurry."
Even with the call over, the anxiety in my head wouldn't fade.
Telling myself I'd bought enough time, Sena hurried toward the room where Bianca and Seon-ah were waiting.
A man hitting his head on the corner of a desk.
A pool of blood spreading beneath his collapsed body.
And two women looking down at him.
I hadn't witnessed it personally, but I knew exactly what this scene was.
I knew the faces of the two women and the face of the man on the floor all too well.
The three of them were my ex-girlfriend and the two women I'd been seeing—my superior and my affair partner—in my previous life. The man on the floor was me.
I closed my eyes, felt a floating sensation, and then, immediately, I was reincarnated.
No... something is wrong.
It feels like memories are flooding back.
Ah...
As if to confirm my realization, the scene shifted like a movie moving to the next reel.
Why had I forgotten this?
There was something that strange, luminous entity—the one I'm seeing now—had babbled at me.
"You toyed with two women and ended up dead... Humans these days have no morals. You provoke conflicts yourselves and then turn a blind eye."
"One was a relationship I was going to end anyway, and the other was someone I was dating with marriage in mind!"
I had desperately defended myself to that divine entity.
"So you chose to cut contact and gloss over it? There is neither responsibility nor conscience in your heart. Humans have become morally bankrupt."
"You only live once! Can't a person pursue happiness? It's not my fault we broke up—she stopped calling me just like I stopped calling her!"
"Are you saying that in earnest?"
The entity showed me a vision.
It was my ex-girlfriend, rejecting every man who hit on her, waiting for me.
"She lived only for you. And the reason she stopped contacting you? Wasn't it because you always cut her off, claiming you were tired? Did you really think such self-justification would work?"
"..."
"Now that it's disadvantageous, you go silent. You really are a man without a conscience."
"Then what happens to me now? If you're going to send me to hell, just do it. I have nothing left to say."
Ah... I shouldn't have said that.
As the memories returned, the entity's fury began to unfold before my eyes.
"It's tiresome... There are too many men like you who think that going to hell or the afterlife and forgetting everything is enough."
"..."
"Seeing a corrupted human act so confidently and shamelessly makes me sick!"
Even watching it as a memory, my legs trembled.
"I've decided. I will make you suffer things dozens of times more painful than what you have endured, while keeping your memories intact. In your next life, every woman who sees your face will be corrupted and will only bring you pain. I will make you suffer until a woman who can overcome that corruption—like your ex-girlfriend—appears."
"What kind of absurdity is that?"
I remember thinking one thing back then.
I was terrified that just as I'd jumped to another woman, women in my next life would kick me to the curb and throw themselves at someone else.
But looking back now, the reality of that curse was far more terrifying.
I knew exactly what that "curse of corruption" was.
The stalking that started in elementary school, Yu-rin's erratic behavior, the persistent obsession of Manager Noona—it was all the result of that curse.
As my memories returned, I finally understood why those women were so drawn to me.
They were all corrupted upon seeing my face, and only one had ever resisted it.
Yu-rin.
The woman who overcame the corruption through my persuasion.
I never knew why I was drawn to her, but now, with my memories back, I finally understood.
But it's far too late.
I've realized everything, but I'm cursed to lose my memories every time I ejaculate. These memories are just a mirage that will vanish the moment I'm violated by Sena and the succubus again.
I regretted it so much.
The end of these submerged memories was approaching.
As the entity blew away the past me, my consciousness began to return to the present.
I vow to never forget, but it won't be easy.
I just wish someone—anyone—would save me from this hell.
As I ruminated on the memories I had to keep, I heard Sena's voice.
"Seon-ah, are your eyes open?"
When I tried to move, the rope chafing my wrists and ankles burned.
On top of that, my cock was sore and stinging.
"Are you not going to answer?"
I felt nothing but shame for ever trusting Sena.
As the hypocritical bitch kept talking, my rage boiled over.
"Ptooey! You crazy bitch..."
It was pathetic that the only way to vent my resentment was spitting in her face, but I had to do it before my memories faded again.
Sena's fist slammed into my solar plexus.
Thud!
"Ugh! Cough..."
"I was trying to treat you a bit more comfortably, but you're getting cocky just because I spared you? You think you're special because you're a man?"
She swung again, hitting my stomach.
Thud! Thud, thud!
"Ah... Aaaargh!"
My flesh made a dull sound with every impact.
Pain radiated through my entire body.
"Your face is decent enough to look at, so I won't hit that, but I need to teach you some manners. It would be troublesome if you stayed rebellious when I make you mine."
She hit me from my shoulder to my side without mercy.
Her face wasn't filled with anger, but with a sneering pleasure.
The way she enjoyed hitting me was pure madness—the word 'corruption' fit her perfectly.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
I didn't know how long she'd been swinging her fists.
My body, already exhausted, could only tremble. Sena, perhaps tired, panted with a refreshed expression, scanning me with mad eyes.
"You've recovered enough to rebel, so shall we go back to what we were doing? This time, I'll administer something stronger. Whether you faint or your body trembles, I don't care anymore... you slutty bastard."
Sena pulled out a bottle of red liquid, forced my mouth open, and began to pour it in.
"If you don't swallow, I'll pull out all your teeth and force it down your throat. Swallow, you slutty bastard."
Bianca looked startled.
"Hey... Sena? You shouldn't make him swallow all that at once... It'll be a disaster. Don't you care if something happens to Seon-ah?"
"I don't care. I have to solve this quickly. His mother has sensed something; she could storm in here by tomorrow. Besides, I don't like men who rebel. My type is an obedient man who spreads his legs when I tell him to, gets a hard-on when I tell him to, and even if his belly is full of cum and he can't suck anymore, he does it anyway when I tell him to."
As Sena revealed her twisted preferences, Bianca looked at her as if she were seeing a monster.
"Cra... zy bitch... She's scarier than a demon..."
She whispered it under her breath.
She was too terrified of Sena to say it any louder.
Not long after, Seon-ah, having swallowed the entire bottle of succubus blood, began to tremble violently.
"Ah... Augh! Kyaaaaaa! Hiaaa! Aaaaaaaargh! Hah! Haaah!"
I was screaming, a sharp, cat-like cry.
My head was splitting.
The burning sensation intensified.
It felt like thousands of branding irons were searing me inside and out.
As my cock stood stiffly again, Sena smiled ear to ear and reached out to touch me.
As if she were just playing a fun game.