Chapter 1185

<Chapter 1185> Day 15

I headed towards the annex where Shibata had been. With him gone, this place didn’t feel ordinary at all. Perhaps a shaman was hidden inside.

“The interior is a mess despite the clean exterior.”

The annex interior was chaotic. Broken ornament pieces and trash were scattered everywhere. Bloodstains could occasionally be seen as well. In the corner stood a large bed—Shibata definitely spent time here.

While observing my surroundings, I narrowed my eyes. My instincts were telling me something was here.

“Let’s open every door in this place for now.”

The door beside the bed turned out to be correct. Inside, there was another door.

A steel door. No handle. Instead, it required a card key to open. This high-tech setup seemed out of place for a shrine. After knocking on the iron door with the back of my hand, I stepped back.

“I can’t break it… looks like I’ll need a card key.”

I returned and began searching the annex. This was Shibata’s guarded area; maybe his card key would still be around.

My hunch was right.

I found a carefully stored card key inside Shibata’s desk. Card key in hand, I approached the iron door. Beep. The steel door opened.

I entered.

There were people inside. People wearing white gowns with masks covering their faces.

“Who are you… Gaaaah!”

The individuals who appeared to be researchers died instantly upon seeing me.

There weren’t many of them. Only four people were present. After killing all the researchers, I slowly examined the surroundings.

“So, this is a lab. And what they were researching… makes sense now.”

In one room, there were numerous specimens: dismembered human bodies, corpses with swollen skin.

Clearly, they were conducting human experiments.

“Shibata must have been a successful result of these experiments.”

After thoroughly inspecting the lab, I found no sign of a shaman.

Leaving the lab, I moved deeper into the shrine, cautiously walking while being wary of enemies that might appear from anywhere.

I discovered a corpse. A body dressed in black.

“…This wasn’t someone I killed. I didn’t even come this far… Cause of death… throat slashed by a knife.”

Not a katana like mine. Judging by the wound, it was more likely caused by a shorter blade.

“Haragawa Ryoko, she must have done it.”

Further inside, I saw more bodies. Similar to the earlier ones, they were cleanly dispatched, showing no signs of struggle—clearly assassinations.

“Definitely a ninja.”

Impressed by Haragawa Ryoko’s skills, I continued forward.

A wooden door exuding an air of elegance came into view. Without rushing in, I glared at the door and focused my senses. There were faint sounds coming from inside.

“If enemies were lying in ambush, their movements would be far more subtle.”

Considering the neatly arranged bodies outside and the noises from within…

“It seems the situation has already been resolved. Nakagami Risa and Haragawa Ryoko handled things better than I expected.”

Confidently, I opened the wooden door.

It was a spacious room adorned with candlelight. The ceiling was high, and at the center stood an altar. Placed on the altar…


The body is a picture adorned with intricate patterns. It probably symbolizes the mountain spirit worshipped by this shrine.

The important thing wasn’t the altar, but the three beauties standing in front of it.

Two of them were women I had already embraced: Nakagami Risa and Hagawa Ryoko. Their proud stances were stained with blood. In their hands they clutched axes and daggers.

Between them knelt another woman, forced to her knees.

Even under threat from the other two, she maintained an air of dignity. This priestess, clad in her ceremonial robes, stared at me with deep eyes.

Ookaruma Village’s mastermind…the shrine’s priestess, Kaminoyama Kagura.

“You came. Later than I expected.”

Nakagami Risa spoke. Her lips trembled faintly—like she was holding something back. On closer inspection, not just her mouth but her entire body quivered slightly. My gaze lingered on her lower half, specifically her hips. She wore hot pants, and there was a noticeable stain near the crotch.

“Excited while killing people, huh? Looks like you’ve already cum a few times…and you’re close again.”

Nakagami Risa seemed thoroughly pleased with the situation.

“…Why did you come alone?”

Hagawa Ryoko asked me.

“Mori-senpai, Hudo-senpai, Nebata-senpai—they’re dead. Those cyborg humans must’ve been extraordinary.”

“…What about Kyojiro?”

“Wada fled.”

“…Wada fled? Don’t lie. Wada wouldn’t do that.”

“I’m telling the truth. Whether you believe me or not is your choice.”

“…If Wada survives, that’s enough.”

At Hagawa Ryoko’s words, I tilted my head. Her reaction was weaker than I anticipated; I expected her to react more fiercely even if she didn’t attack me.

I approached them.

“Second time seeing each other, right?”

The priestess remained calm.

“Yes. I didn’t expect to see you again under these circumstances, but here we are. I am Kaminoyama Kagura, priestess of Ookaruma Shrine.”

“Sung Yoojin. Joseonggyeong.”

Hagawa Ryoko flinched. She always called me that whenever possible. When I glanced at her, she avoided my stare.

“You’re Korean.”

“Isn’t Joseonggyeong the same as saying Korean?”

“Joseon is a defunct nation. I have no prejudice against Korea. Please don’t misunderstand me, Mr. Sung.”

“People don’t have prejudices, huh? You probably think everyone beneath you is equal.”

The priestess didn’t deny it.

“Mr. Sung, I have a question. May I ask?”

“What is it?”

“About your true identity. I investigated the Japan Festival Study Circle members as thoroughly as possible to minimize variables and control the village. Your background seemed ordinary—a father who’s a corporate manager, a stay-at-home mother, and a middle school sister. Nothing stood out. But the Mr. Sung I’ve personally encountered…possesses combat abilities that would strain belief even for a South Korean special agent. Who exactly are you?”

She truly wanted to know my identity.

Fair enough, considering my presence completely wrecked her plans.

“I’m an average college student.”

“…Are you joking? That was a terrible one.”

“An average college student who likes women.”

“…”

I stripped naked in front of the priestess, revealing myself entirely.

My towering erection loomed before her nose, proudly asserting its existence. Her breath brushed against it. Though her expression remained unchanged, her breathing grew slightly heavier.

“…You intend to rape me.”

“With a beauty like you right here…my dick got hard. Since you pissed off my dick, you’ll have to take responsibility.”

“I’ve requested external support. Once the sun rises, yakuzas armed to the teeth will join forces with me and enter the village.”

“So what?”

“…Even if you leave the mountain now, it’s already surrounded. There’s only one way for you all to return home alive.”

“And what’s that?”

“To end things here.”


And forget about what happened in this village. Nothing has occurred here. Everything you’ve seen was just a midsummer night’s dream. You and I have no connection—we’ve never even met.”

“There were too many deaths. Mori-senpai, the club president’s face, still haunts me… Every time I see the empty space Mori-senpai left behind, it reminds me of today.”

Mori Masahiro’s face doesn’t even come to mind. Right now, all I can see is the neat and composed face of the shrine maiden. Just thinking about taking her made my dick leak pre-cum.

“…As an apology, I will give each of you 10 billion yen.”

10 billion yen.

Roughly 100 billion won in Korean currency.

An absurdly large amount of money.

‘The way she casually throws that amount around… Her business must be pretty big. Is the Japanese government involved as well?’

I glanced at the two people standing on either side of the shrine maiden.

This world is a quest-based world. Even if she offered 100 trillion instead of 100 billion, I wouldn’t care. But they’re different.

“Risa-senpai, what do you think?”

“To be honest, it’s tempting. Ten billion is an insane amount of money. But… This woman can command the yakuza, right? What if she sends them after us later to kill us? If we die, then what’s the point of the money?”

“I swear. The moment you accept my offer, the matter ends. I will not retaliate against you under any circumstances.”

The shrine maiden spoke firmly. Her clean, calm voice naturally inspires trust.

That vocal technique was also a skill.

“Ryoko, what about you?”

I called her by her name. Hagawa Ryoko frowned and replied.

“There’s no other option. Even if we’re at an advantage now… if the yakuza retaliate, we’re screwed.”

“Should we accept the shrine maiden’s offer?”

“…You decide. You’re not ordinary.”

“Ryoko’s right. You decide, Eugene. I’ll follow your decision.”

The calmness in the shrine maiden’s eyes wavered. One of her intentions was likely to sow discord with money, buying time if opinions split. What she didn’t anticipate was their personalities.

Hagawa Ryoko doesn’t like being directly involved. She prefers working from the shadows like a true ninja. Handing the decision to me probably stems from that. Plus, she isn’t interested in money anyway.

Neither is Nakagami Risa. What excites her more than money is primal bloodlust. She’s already hooked on me and will want to stay with me moving forward.

“We want safety. It’s too risky to blindly accept your offer. We can’t agree to it.”

“…I see. Are you planning to expose what happened in the village and seek help from outside? Then I’m doomed, but so are you. The yakuza will arrive before help does.”

“What if we take you hostage?”

“The yakuza aren’t stupid. They’ll kill you, cut ties with me, and clean up the mess. Of course, they’ll eliminate you as well. And they’ll retaliate against your families too. That’s the kind of people they are.”

“That’s quite a threat. Scary.”

I grinned and shoved my dick into her mouth. She had just opened her mouth to speak, so my dick slid right in.

“Ugh?!”

The shrine maiden immediately pulled her head back, spitting out my dick. For a brief moment, I clearly felt her soft lips and wet tongue.

She spat on the ground with a look of disgust, surely mixing with my pre-cum.

“Is this your choice? Very well. Let’s all go to hell together. I foolishly thought you’d beg for your lives… How mistaken I was.”

“Don’t misunderstand. That was just a joke.”

I gave my dick a casual flick. Nakagami Risa swallowed audibly, while Hagawa Ryoko glared silently at me.

“I don’t like the previous options, so we need to create a new one.”

“…I’ll listen.”

“Let us join your business.”