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“Everyone, please give me your attention.”
Amid the lively atmosphere comparing weeks of pregnancy to rank themselves, sharing sex fantasies the host of today’s gathering stepped up onto the small platform.
“As you all know, I am Inspector Director Cheon Hana. And, I am also the Master’s first slave.”
Her voice carried effortlessly, without mic or amplification, reaching every ear.
All the women, acknowledging both her superior official position and her higher personal status, fixed their eyes on her.
Hana returned each gaze and nodded in acknowledgment.
“I’m satisfied as host to see you all enjoying yourselves.”
Beside her on stage sat a large box, big enough for a person, plastered in talismans, clearly magical.
“But the reason I’ve gathered you here today is not merely for socializing.”
She stroked the box tenderly. The women in the hall looked on, recognizing that something greater was coming.
“Each of you has likely reflected at some point on the lives you’ve lived.”
Though Hana spoke evenly, the women stirred comparing past and present, emotions swelling.
“Those in the branch families worked tirelessly to become direct line, taking tasks no one else wanted. The direct women fought to rise higher still. And even we directors, like myself, struggled to maintain our places.”
The system of hierarchy was like a pyramid scheme: make greater contributions than others, be recognized for them, move up.
Not money, but position more immediate and affecting the very structure of their lives.
And none here were ignorant of the cruelty of that pyramid.
Branch women knew it in their way. Direct line women knew it in theirs.
“…All for the sake of being acknowledged by the Shaman, all for a single word of praise haven’t we all worked so very hard?”
From those who brought rare desserts no one else could obtain, hoping for favor,
to those who carried double burdens to replace dead parents’ worth the striving was endless.
“……”
“……”
Tears welled up in some eyes.
“But now, everything is different. No more do we feel joy from the Shaman’s recognition. Nor do we boast from climbing rank. And the reason, perhaps… is because we discovered the greatest value of our lives.”
“……”
“That value is love, blessing, mercy, and grace all at once but also… a chance that will never come again.”
Cold and composed as always, even Cheon Hana’s cheeks flushed as she continued.
“Yes. I am speaking of our true Master.”
Her hand swept once more across the box.
With each touch, talismans peeled free and fluttered down.
“You’ve all heard it. The Master’s past, and the reality of his present circumstances.”
At these words, even the newest, still-warm recruit, Cheon Seung-ah who had just become Jihan’s woman nodded.
Not only she, but all here knew: Jihan was an Incubus.
And his goal was to corrupt the Shaman.
This had been achieved not by hypnosis (at least, not for anyone but Hana), but purely by Jihan’s cock, the faint aura of yin he carried, and the effortless charm of being so deeply “beloved.”
“At this moment, Master’s position is precarious. Someday, yes, he is destined to be the Master of every woman alive. But there are many who seek to obstruct this. And, here in Munyeosan, there is one such obstacle too.”
Those who had licked Jihan’s cock, loved him sincerely, pledged their wholehearted devotion they all turned their thoughts toward the Shaman with distant fury.
That fury was also pity.
A woman wandering, unable to find true happiness.
If she only sat still, she would naturally find such joy. But instead, she stubbornly strained against her Master’s hand.
That ignorance was pitiful.
And when that woman in question was the most beautiful, noble in stature, the Shaman of Munyeosan itself whose cunt was surely exquisite then making her the Master’s was even more necessary.
Their own fates depended on it.
“Hmmm…”
Glancing around, gauging the atmosphere, Hana finally peeled away the last talisman.
And in that instant
Whoooosh!
Like dry ice fog billowing forth at a wedding, yang energy surged from the encircling charms all around the restaurant, flooding the building.
Coating walls, sealing cracks in door frames and window frames like silicone.
As Jihan’s yang aura swallowed the building, women gasped in confused awe.
Clatter…! Clatter…!
The box rocked violently on stage and then
“It was more stifling than I expected. Ahhh…”
A breathtaking beauty with flaming red hair emerged.
“Are you all my Little Master’s cunt-slaves? Hmm. Not bad quality, I suppose.”
Her name: Francesca.
“Hm? Mother, what’s that box?”
Baek Mina pointed at the box smeared with strange symbols and talismans.
“This… could it be that ritual I’ve only heard of? Why’s that in our house?”
As Mina instinctively recoiled with unease, Baek Sera lifted her voice before the cluster of succubi sitting in the living room.
“One of us will be going inside it, to travel to Munyeosan.”
“What? No way, I’m not going!”
“Okay, Mina’s out. Now then, who should I choose…”
Mina felt puzzled that Sera let her off so easily. But then she realized
In Munyeosan was her little brother. The one whose cock was the key perfect fit for her cunt.
Even so, her pleas mattered little Yuna dragged Mina away and locked her in a room, desperate herself to be picked as the candidate.
“…I should be the one to go.”
“Francesca?”
“The only options are Lady Yuna, myself, Anna, and the newcomer Sora. Excluding Lady Mari, our new Queen.”
She did not overplay desperation.
For though Francesca often expressed passion, she knew Baek Sera coldly weighed things in such matters.
So she presented rational reasons why she alone belonged in that box.
“Lady Yuna is the family’s eldest daughter. By long tradition, eldest daughters do not go on such dangerous assignments, nor be offered as hostages.”
“Anna the maid is exemplary, but… too kind. If that kindness is mistaken for weakness, the Master’s slaves might come to scorn succubi as a whole.”
At Francesca’s words, even Yuna frowned uneasily.
“And Sora in every way she is still immature. Even her bedroom arts are underdeveloped. Should she go to Munyeosan, she would also be charged with serving the Master’s needs. Frankly too early.”
“Then tell me why must I choose you, Francesca?”
“In combat, in duty, in service I excel in everything. I say this not from conceit, but in truth you yourself know this quite well, Lady Sera.”
“Hmmm… yes. Francesca lacks nothing indeed.”
Francesca bowed slightly in thanks, then revealed her true argument.
“And though it embarrasses me to say it is a fact. The Master is especially fond of my pussy. He even praised, ‘Just watching your stone-face squeezing my cock feels like endless semen is being produced inside me.’”
She said it full-voiced and confident.
“Please send me. I will discipline those cunt-slaves properly. Though they claim to have shifted sides, their ancestors’ sins still run deep. I will show them the gap in status.”
“…Fine.”
With Sera’s approval, Francesca came to Munyeosan.
And as she appeared, she declared:
“You’re all my Little Master’s cunt-slaves, are you? Hmph. Not bad quality.”
She wasted no time laying down authority, seizing initiative.
“But looks and bodies mean nothing. Otherwise, why would the Master favor us succubi above all else?”
The confident tone, and the content of her words, made everyone realize who she was.
The use of the box. The reason for yang energy encasing the hall all was clear.
But more than that, these women could not help but focus on this:
The words of one of Jihan’s true family, his rightful consort.
“Continue as you are and you’re no different than eating the same meal every day. Enjoyable perhaps but eventually, tiresome.”
Some scribbled notes furiously, others etched it into memory.
“In my case I may look expressionless most times… but before the Master, I become more debauched than anyone.”
Scribble scribble!
Her impromptu lecture stole the entire meeting’s focus.
Even Hana, tasked with guiding this assembly, listened intently.
“Hmm. It’s good to see enthusiasm. But even with all that none of you will ever surpass a cunt-slave or concubine, not to the likes of me: a true wife.”
With relentless provocations, Francesca stoked their competitive spirits.
So it went her “lectures” and broad provocations repeated over and over, tormenting and thrilling them until finally, nearly an hour later, the actual agenda of the gathering could even begin to be addressed.
