Chapter 1333

<Chapter 1333> 1333. Ghost Romance

The ghost exorcism was finished.

Or rather, not entirely. According to the original setting, many more ghosts were still lurking around this neighborhood. The ghosts I exorcised were just a fraction of them.

“Still, I’ve dealt with all the easy ones.”

Exorcising every single ghost in the area within a day? Even for me, that’s impossible. Just encountering a ghost is tough. The ghosts I dealt with at school today were relatively easier to encounter compared to others.

You can’t just wander aimlessly and expect to run into ghosts. Fusion-Saba Ghosts or Piano Ghosts only appear under specific times and conditions.

‘Now that I’ve lowered the ghostly energy somewhat… the heroines’ powers must have weakened too, right? Should I make my move now?’

I got lost in thought while returning home late at night.

‘Damn it. Sure, I can retry if I fail, but why isn’t there a save system?!’

In the original game, there was a save system that made things convenient. You could save before a choice, click through options without stress, and enjoy the game effortlessly. But none of that exists for me. If I fail, I have to start over from scratch—today’s ghost exorcisms included.

“I can’t afford to fail.”

As I reaffirmed my resolve and continued heading home, I felt an eerie chill at a crossroads. It was similar to the ominous vibe I got when summoning the Fusion-Saba Ghost.

‘Seems like there’s a ghost nearby.’

『1. Go right.』


『2. Go left.』

I silently stared at the choices, trying to recall if I’d encountered a similar one before. Nothing came to mind. Either I forgot, or this choice didn’t exist in the original game. Given my confidence in my memory, it’s probably the latter.

‘If I go straight left, I’ll reach home… so let’s try the unfamiliar right path.’

『1. Go right. V』

The moment I chose, my body automatically turned toward the right path.

It was past midnight, and the street was eerily devoid of people.

“…”

About 10 meters ahead, a lanky figure appeared. Roughly humanoid, but far too elongated to be human. It wore a white outfit and a hat.

‘This must be the Eight-Foot Ghost.’

In the original game, the Eight-Foot Ghost was one of the most troublesome spirits, even worse than the Red Mask. Exorcising it required multiple items, none of which I currently possessed.

‘But I do have my exorcism staff.’

I swung my staff as I approached the Eight-Foot Ghost. Same as with the Red Mask. This isn’t a game; if there’s no designated item, I’ll just beat it to death with the staff.

The Eight-Foot Ghost crouched unnaturally before charging at me.

Five minutes later, a familiar notification popped up.

『†You have executed the Eight-Foot Ghost.』


『†Your cruelty spreads among the ghosts. They fear you.』


『†The Eight-Foot Ghost has transformed into a Dullahan.』


『†The ghostly energy in this area has decreased.』

Morning…


1:00 AM.

I’ve successfully returned home. Tensing my body in front of the door, I prepared for the worst—because there was a high chance Junior Ji Da-hye would be inside.

“Wouldn’t it be great to meet a beautiful junior at this late hour in my house?”

It *would* have been—if it wasn’t Ji Da-hye.

‘The situation’s unpredictable because it deviates from the original story… She might attack without warning…’

Ji Da-hye is the heroine. There’s no way I could just punch her like some ghostly enemy. With nerves on edge, I opened the entrance and stepped inside. Scanning every corner of the house, there was no one. Not even a trace of ghostly presence.

However, on the dining table sat a pot filled with curry. Considering it might contain sleeping pills like morning bread, it didn’t seem wise to eat.

‘No choice menu popping up… does that mean there are no sleeping pills?’

What should I do?

After pondering, I decided to take just one spoonful—not because the curry looked delicious or out of respect for Di Ja-hye’s effort. It was purely for confirmation.

If the curry contained sleeping pills, then I’d need to devise a different strategy to approach Ji Da-hye.

I took a bite of the curry.

Cold curry—it tasted awful.

‘No sleeping pills here.’

I showered, climbed into bed, and fell asleep.

“Day 2 checkpoint has been saved.”

A familiar notification greeted me.

Checkpoint.

That word alone explained everything. Even if I were to face a bad ending, I wouldn’t have to start all over from Day 1—I could restart from today’s checkpoint.

Out of habit, I reached for my smartphone.

10:21 AM.

Late for school.

I overslept because I forgot to set the alarm. Rising slowly from bed, I figured being a bit late wouldn’t cause the world to end.

I skimmed through accumulated messages. Most were from Shin Oh-jeong, along with messages from three heroines and a bonus note from the teacher.

I only replied to the heroines. Screw Shin Oh-jeong and the teacher.

Taking my time, I cleaned up and ordered delivery food for brunch.

‘Ah, I ordered wrong. This tastes terrible. The ingredients aren’t fresh at all.’

I ordered pork rice soup, but it was atrocious. I guarantee this restaurant won’t last more than a few months.

Leaving the house, instead of heading to school, I walked toward the nearby upscale residence—the place where Ji Da-hye lives in the original story. Ignoring the main gate, I jumped over the fence. As soon as I landed in the yard, an ominous ghostly aura hit me hard.

The front door was locked, so I broke the living room terrace window to get inside.

“…”

I froze upon entering.

In the middle of the room, a man and woman were chained with shackles, squatting helplessly. Their mouths were gagged, leaving them no choice but to blankly watch a shopping program on TV.

“Mmmph! Mmph!”

“Mmmph mmmph!”

Realizing my presence, they wriggled and cried out. Though I couldn’t understand their exact words, they were likely begging for freedom.

『1. Free them.』

『2. Leave them be.』

『2. Leave them be. V』

“Shut up.”

I kicked the man, who tumbled to the floor like a worm squirming helplessly. Turning to the woman beside him, her face had turned deathly pale. Any hope she held seeing me quickly vanished, replaced by despair—a face falling straight from heaven to hell.

I searched the house.

Apart from a few odd items, it seemed like a normal household—at least on the surface.

‘Dog collars, puppy pads, dog food… They don’t even own a dog. Or do they?’

My gaze shifted back to Ji Da-hye’s parents tied up in the living room. Judging by their appearance, they’ve been imprisoned for about three days. Normally, coworkers, friends, or relatives would come looking—but…

‘Ji Da-hye is possessed by a powerful land-bound spirit. If I use ghostly powers, most problems can be solved easily.’

Manipulating human perception is child’s play for ghosts.

“Hmph. An ordinary person can’t handle a ghost. That’s why exorcists exist.”

I pulled a cola from the fridge and took a swig as I glanced at Ji Dahye’s parents.

The reason Ji Dahye had been possessed by a spirit was because of her parents. They treated her like their personal property, trying to control every aspect of her life.

That accumulated stress was the perfect breeding ground for a ghostly presence.

Of course, in the original story, Ji Dahye doesn’t imprison her parents like this. She merely tires them out with ghostly powers.

“In the original, you could help improve the relationship between Dahye and her parents through dialogue… but here…”

Ji Dahye had bound and imprisoned her parents. It’s been at least three days already. Can we really improve their relationship just by talking? Impossible.

Most importantly, this world’s Ji Dahye is different from the original. She has no intention of improving her relationship with her parents. So the original strategies won’t work.

“Hmph.”

Sitting on the couch, I stared intently at Ji Dahye’s mother. As if it weren’t a visual novel cliché, she was stunningly beautiful for a heroine’s mom. Even though she must be in her 40s, she looks like she could pass for late 20s.

Her long pink hair flowed down to her chest, braided and draped to one side. Her bust was fuller than Ji Dahye’s—though slightly sagging due to age, which only added to her appeal.

She had a bit of belly fat around her waist, and her large hips indicated she’d given birth naturally many times. Overall, she was voluptuous and mature in style.

“I can’t let this slide.”

I reached out to Ji Dahye’s mother, stripping her completely, including her underwear.

“Urk! Urrgh!”

“Urk! Urk!”

Ji Dahye’s mother was terrified, while her husband glared at me with bloodshot eyes, his intent to kill palpable.

“Such arrogance. You think glaring will scare me?”

Fortunately, I’m an expert in this field. I grabbed a kitchen knife and severed his pinky finger. His defiance ended right there.

His eyes widened in shock.

“This is your last chance. If you cause trouble again, I’ll cut off all your fingers and shove them into your mouth. You’ll cry silently from now on.”

I fondled Ji Dahye’s mother’s body everywhere. The youthful firmness was gone, replaced by a softness that came with maturity. Her large, slightly sagging breasts featured prominent nipples. Though they were more brownish due to pigmentation rather than bright red, their size and shape rivaled any perky ones.

I grabbed her breast and put it in my mouth, chewing and sucking on the nipple. Despite my efforts, no milk came out, but the large nipple made me feel like an infant.

Next, I moved toward her pants. Her pubic hair was abundant—it seemed she’d abandoned grooming altogether since becoming an adult.

“Urk! Urrgh!”

Ignoring her resistance, I grabbed her thick thighs and spread them apart. Her vagina, resembling a bloated clam, greeted me with a strong scent.

“Hmph. This smell is intense. Looks like she hasn’t been bathed since being locked up.”

There was no way I’d perform oral on her. I never intended to from the start.

I prodded her mature vagina with my fingers. Given the situation, her body wasn’t heating up easily, but my persistent caresses gradually dampened her.

Creak creak.

“Ho ho. Auntie, despite looking like a rag on the outside, your insides are almost virginal? Has it been quite some time since your last sex?”

“…”

Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes.

I looked at her husband. He was crying over his severed pinky, clearly only concerned about himself. Such a common type—no excitement there.

I removed my pants and pulled out my manhood, plunging it deep into her wet, clam-like vagina.