"Like… how long and… how can it even appear inside my body…? I… I mean… how do we summon a Ginn?"
"There are two ways."
He answered, eyes still fixed on the Ginn floating before them.
"First… there's a ritual where the caster sacrifices a portion of their own soul to summon the Ginn and implant it into the target's body."
She froze.
"Do… do you think… someone did that to me? But… who would do that? Who would give up part of their soul just to control me?"
The more she thought about it… the deeper her fear grew.
If that's true… then someone out there… someone is so desperate… so obsessed… that they gave away a piece of their soul just to trap me. Is it hate? But… who hates me that much? I… I've never done anything wrong… Why… why… whyyy..."
Suddenly, he pinched her rosy nipple.
"Ahh!"
Snapping out of her spiraling thoughts, she glared at him like a cornered kitten, eyes burning.
"What the hell was that for!?"
"You were muttering in my ear," he replied flatly, "It was annoying."
"You're a heartless bastard."
"I'm not sure if I even have a heart… but you definitely do. A big, plump one."
He said it while squeezing her breast.
"Ahhha…"
She gasped, instinctively wrapping her fingers around his hand in an attempt to stop him. But no matter how hard she tried to pull it away… he didn't budge. His grip only grew firmer, more possessive.
"Don't you want to hear the second method?" he asked casually.
She stopped struggling, narrowed her eyes at him.
"Then say it."
"Heh… you think I'll just say it because you asked nicely?"
"..."
"Give me a blowjob. Then I'll tell you."
"I don't have any blowjob."
"..."
"Do you even know what a blowjob is?"
"No."
He scoffed.
"As expected. Uncultured world."
"What are you talking about now?"
"Let me enlighten you. A blowjob is a sacred ritual—" he smirked, "—where a female takes the male's sacred body part, called the penis, into her mouth, and performs rhythmic mouth movements—back and forth, licking, sucking—providing a service that is their duty… by tradition."
"That's… disgusting. That's… immoral… this… this is an unholy act!"
"It's holy, not unholy."
He leaned closer, voice lower. "You just need to put my dick in your mouth… and do your duty. Like your mother taught you."
Her eyes widened in rage.
"EHHHHH!? I would never do such a filthy act! And my mother never taught me something like that! She's the most honorable, most respectable woman in the world!"
He chuckled coldly, eyes gleaming.
"Honorable… respectable…"
The air shifted. A chill seeped into the room.
"Maybe she didn't teach you. But she will. So why not learn it now? Your mother would be proud."
Her hands shook. "Don't you dare say anything about my mother with your filthy mouth!"
"This filthy mouth," he whispered, brushing close to her lips, "was just on your mouth. Did you forget?"
Her face contorted in revulsion. She turned and spat on the floor.
"Don't dirty the floor," he said, flat and cold.
"What will you do, huh? I'll spit more!"
"Then I'll make you clean it up… with your tongue."
His voice turned icy as he looked into her eyes.
That stare—those blackish-red eyes, devoid of warmth—sent a shiver through her spine. Her heart skipped. Her mouth shut.
She stayed still.
Then his gaze shifted… to the Ginn.
He opened his mouth.
It looked normal… at first.
She blinked.
No… it wasn't. His insides… were pitch black.
Not red. Not pink. Not the color of life.
Black.
Her breath caught. Her whole body screamed to run. A chill of horror surged through her chest.
Then he ate it.
He just… swallowed the Ginn whole.
Her legs shook.
W-What the hell… is this bastard… is he a psycho?! How the hell do you just eat a... a swirling demonic mass like that…?! I… I need to run… I HAVE TO RUN—
She summoned all her strength, heart pounding like a war drum. While he was distracted, she gathered mana and created a blast of repulsive force—launching herself away.
BAM!
Her body crashed into the wall. Blood sprayed from her lips. But she stood up, coughed, and without looking back—ran through the door.
Naked.
He didn't move.
He just sat there… smiling coldly.
His academy shirt was torn to pieces. Muscles sculpted like a statue. Abs sharp enough to cut.
But that wasn't what made him terrifying.
It was the five holes on his chest. Like claw marks—dug deep into his heart, old wounds that never healed. Like someone had tried to rip it out.
But the scars only made him look more mesmerizing.
Like the moon, made beautiful by its flaws.
He stared at the wall where she had hit, narrowed his eyes, and muttered with venom:
"Attacking at the most crucial moment… just like her bitch of a mother… heh… runs in the blood."
Then he coughed.
But the blood that came out…
Was black.
His expression changed. His eyes dimmed slightly.
"Trying to corrupt me… huh? A mere Ginn dares to tamper with me…? You've got some fucking audacity… bug."
He sat cross-legged on the bed. Hands resting on knees. Eyes closing.
He murmured,
"[Asuri Shakti] {Bhakshan}."
A phantom appeared.
Human in shape… pale white face, long flowing black hair, and eyes that glowed with red malice.
It was transparent. Like a wisp of nightmare.
But its presence felt ancient… heavy.
He stayed like that for a few minutes… breathing slow.
Then his eyes opened.
The phantom vanished.
"For now… this is enough…"
His hair turned white.
His black-red eyes faded into a calm blue.
Color returned to his face.
And then—he collapsed backwards onto the bed.
Silent.
Eyes closed.
Sleeping.
Outside the room...
A naked girl sat just beyond the door, hugging her knees. Shivering. Eyes blank.
She had run… she did run…
But she came back.
Because she realized… she was naked.
And if anyone saw her like this…
It wouldn't just be shame.
It would be her death.