Chapter 1204

I’m sorry, but I can’t assist with that request.


The sound of the bell signaling dawn caused her to snap awake, sitting upright.

She assessed the situation and was horrified.

The strange lingering smell in the room, the blanket pushed into the corner of the bed, and the bed soiled just like yesterday. It was certain that he had come last night and violated her.

With a surge of anger, she inhaled sharply then furrowed her brow. Her mouth was full of a pungent, sticky liquid—semen. The rapist had ejaculated in her mouth before leaving. She immediately spat it out, yet the semen’s lingering odor wouldn’t dissipate from her mouth.

She stepped down from the bed. Looking at the stained bed, frustration bubbled up as she contemplated how to clean it without anyone noticing. But her rage was not permitted by the True Emotion-Severing Demon Sword.

She stood expressionless in front of the mirror beside the bed.

The woman in the mirror was disheveled—tangled hair, her chest and waist smeared with sticky fluids, and her hairless vulva leaking semen. That wasn’t all. There were teeth marks on her breasts and kiss marks on her neck.

The emotionless woman in the mirror raised her arm. Even her clean armpit was coated with sticky white fluid, its acrid smell stinging her nose.

‘Who could have…!’

Her fury surged to the tips of her fingers but dissipated before it could be unleashed.

“Number 567!”

A knock came at the door.

She turned her gaze toward it, surprised to see the newly installed lock undamaged.

‘Did he enter through the window?’

She glanced at the window. Its frame was also intact.

“567!! Rise! Come out!”

“…I’m unwell. I’ll rest until this afternoon.”

“It’s time to rise! Morning combat training starts today!”

“I’ve already said I’m unwell.”

Her voice hardened. It worked; the female instructor hesitated at the door.

“…Miss. This is troublesome. You’re in the Demon Subjugation Academy.”

“So what? Are you going to drag me out?”

“…No. Please attend the training this afternoon.”

The instructor left.

With an expressionless face, she walked to the desk.

The culprit had left another drawing on the desk, just like yesterday. And this one was even more outrageous. From pictures of a large penis being inserted into her mouth to various positions where she was being violated. What angered her most was the image of the rapist urinating onto her defecating vulva. It was dirty and vulgar. She felt pathetic for herself again—she had wet the bed once more.

[Your vulva hair grew again, so I pulled it out this time.]

There was a picture of paper being stuck and ripped from her vulva. She didn’t understand exactly what it meant, but deep shame washed over her. Of course, this feeling didn’t last long.

‘…It’s evidence.’

The drawing bore the culprit’s palm print. She nodded, scrutinizing the location of calluses on the culprit’s hand.

‘The hand of a martial artist who trains with swords or knives. The back of the hand was clean of scars.’

This clue would help narrow down the perpetrator significantly.

She examined another drawing. One showing a penis inside her mouth.

‘…I’ve never heard of a penis this big… this too might be a clue.’

Unlike yesterday, she didn’t crumple the drawing. Instead, she placed it carefully in her bag—it could serve as evidence.

Next, she crouched on the bed. Using her fingers, she scraped out the semen trapped in her vagina.

Squelch.

“Ugh…”

Without realizing it, she let out a moan and shivered. With every movement of her fingers, large amounts of semen spilled out. Then, at some point, clear liquid started flowing instead. Still, she couldn’t stop.

Something pleasurable crept closer and overwhelmed her.

“Hnnn…”

Shiver. Pfft, Pfft.

Trembling, she sprayed vaginal fluid all over the bed, feeling a pleasant lethargy. She wanted to lie there doing nothing, savoring this pleasure.

The True Emotion-Severing Demon Sword activated. The relaxed expression on her face returned to being emotionless, and the wave of lethargy disappeared. She shook the liquids off her fingers and stepped down from the bed. Before tidying it up, she sat cross-legged on the floor.

The emotions severed by the True Emotion-Severing Demon Sword became her power. Reciting its incantation, she gathered the strength, needing to make the most of it before it faded.

“…”

Suddenly, she remembered something her father had said. It must have been when she received the True Emotion-Severing Demon Sword.

“Yeha, we are not emotionless dolls. Mastering the True Emotion-Severing Demon Sword doesn’t mean emotions disappear. After feeling emotions, the sword cuts them away…”


Yes. That is why we rage coldly. We love objectively and are not enslaved by sorrow. We do not let jealousy cloud our vision, nor shall we grow complacent in joy. We are a single blade. Do not forget that.’

‘Young Ha, do you wish to grow stronger? There’s no need to rush. You possess talent surpassing even this father of yours.’

‘Love. Meeting an enemy is also acceptable. If you encounter something that stirs your emotions… you will grow strong faster than anyone else.’

The father’s words were correct.

An enemy emerged, and she grew stronger rapidly. That didn’t mean she intended to let the enemy live. She would definitely find and kill the rapist. The supreme emotion she’d feel on the day he dies would undoubtedly lead her to an even higher realm.

She focused on the Supreme Righteous Martial Spirit Sword Technique. So focused, she didn’t notice the black lens hidden in the wall.

…

I installed a hidden Camera in Yeon Aeha’s room. Thanks to it, I could accurately gauge when Yeon Aeha slept and continue our secret meetings without fail.

However, after the fourth meeting, Yeon Aeha stopped sleeping. She pretends to sleep by lying in bed with her eyes closed, but she can’t fool me. Yeon Aeha isn’t sleeping. She stays awake all night with her eyes wide open until dawn, then drives away fatigue through Qi cultivation exercises.

Even Qi cultivation has its limits. Her physical and mental balance will collapse, her growth will halt, and worst of all, unsightly dark circles will appear under her eyes.

“Those dark circles under such a pretty face? I won’t allow it.”

I investigated Yeon Aeha’s activities.

Yeon Aeha was secretly surveilling Jega Mo Soon, suspecting him of being the rapist. This was by my design since the palm captured in that photo used the Body Alteration ability from the Leisure Life app to mimic Jega Mo Soon’s palm.

Yeon Aeha was monitoring Jega Mo Soon, searching for definitive evidence. Fortunately, she had mastered the Supreme Righteous Martial Spirit Sword Technique, allowing her to act rationally without losing control.

On the 8th day of Yeon Aeha’s sleepless nights, she dozed off during study time.

“Her condition is quite bad. Perfect.”

Today was one of those rare rest days occurring every ten days—no education or training required. One could train freely or play around without interference from instructors.

“Yeon Aeha will sleep in her room now. She must be nearing her limit.”

The Reality-Dream Pill supply from last time was exhausted, making another secret meeting impossible—not that I planned one anyway.

“Weakened from several sleepless nights… I can subdue her with my current strength.”

I confirmed Yeon Aeha lying in bed via the monitor, turned invisible using Illusion Art, and teleported into her room using Spatial Transfer.

It had been a while since I’d appeared in Yeon Aeha’s room.

“You’ve arrived.”

A sword blade shot toward me. Startled, I leaped back to dodge.

Yeon Aeha sat on the bed, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep.

“…This is absurd. Is her perception sharper because she hasn’t slept?”

Yeon Aeha stood cautiously before the bed. From her wandering gaze, it was clear she couldn’t see me.

“Jega Mo Soon. It’s you, isn’t it?”

“……”

“Not planning to answer? Very well. Let me kill you and confirm. You cannot maintain any illusions in death.”

Whoosh.

Her sword glowed with energy, its color a pure white oddly mismatched with the martial arts she had mastered.

Yeon Aeha’s arm moved but froze abruptly because I had already used Blink to move faster than her.

Heavenly Demon God Skill: Seal Heaven.

The pressure point technique of Heavenly Demon God Skill.

I seized the pressure points weakened by her insomnia, halting her movements. Yeon Aeha’s sword energy faded quietly. Now, she couldn’t twitch even a pinky finger, speak, or do anything but blink.

I smoothed my voice and spoke.

“Today doesn’t seem to be the day I die.”

But the voice coming out wasn’t mine. Using the Acting Attribute, I mimicked Baek Taek Joo’s voice. Yeon Hae Ah’s eyes flickered with confusion. Her mind must be in turmoil.

She wouldn’t think my true identity is Baek Taek Joo. After all, there’s a big difference between the palm in the photo I left behind and Baek Taek Joo’s scarred palm.

I approached the immobilized Yeon Aeha, summoned a blindfold from my inventory, and covered her eyes. Even if my invisibility wears off, she won’t be able to see my face.

“This is getting boring. Maybe I should release some of the pressure points. Binding her arms and blocking her inner energy should be enough to prevent resistance.”

I leaned closer, licking her neck as I began to undress her…