Chapter 194 – -193- Adversary of Blood Demon (1)

“Are you leaving now?”

After watching the teaching assistant’s performance all night long, the family owner happily saw off our party, who were leaving to subdue the Blood Religion.

“Have a good trip, when you come back, come back as a better [Sex slave]” The headmaster looked at us until the end as he walked with his hands behind his back.

“Don’t worry. Head of household. I’ll take responsibility and make it more perverted than now.”

“Heh heh, I’m the only one who believes in you”

He patted my shoulder and looked at Moyong Su-ryun with his worries.

“Recruiter, I originally tried to advise you to always keep a sincere attitude, but hehe… Seeing you working hard from the morning, I thought you were useless, so I gave up.”

“Chi, my father is also really… It’s not that great to be a sex slave in the morning.”

She was a [Sex slave bodyguard] Who had been serving with her apprentice since the morning and was sweating profusely. Apart from her enlightenment in her martial arts, on her bed was Moyong training, a position to learn from a disciple.

“Act not to be ashamed of your face and name. Trainee”

“Don’t worry, father.”

Dressed in a red dress, which her normally oblivious to look at, erotically revealing her figure, she only slightly turned her head and waved her hand at her father.

As I listened to the father and daughter chatting for the last time, Chaewon and Rin whispered in my ear.

“Even though she’s an NPC, I really respected her… Seeing her change in an instant like this, as expected, it’s a bit like that.”

Chaewon frowned slightly.

“Huh, that’s right. It’s so funny how a woman who resisted her pleasure with a disgusted look on her face until yesterday changed when the owner touched her slightly.”

With a slight smile, Rin also agreed with her.

“I couldn’t believe that the existence of a virtual reality was such a thoughtful and dignified master, that he would change like that… I never imagined.”

Chaewon shows her disappointment by crossing her head.

“Of course, I was the one who recommended her as a sex slave…But I thought that Master would show something more elegant than we did.”

“Graceful? Whoops, my God. What kind of classy girl would gobble up her cheating man’s cock so deliciously in front of her daddy?”

“Whoops, that’s right. How did you do it? What kind of skill is it? No, was the skill right in the first place? Could it be…Nuclear? Something like that?”

“Ah, in the GK group. You said that there can’t be such a thing, right? After all, is it a skill? Or, magic?”

“Never mind”

“Yes. I won’t mind.”

Upon hearing my answer, the two of them mumbled at the same time with expressionless faces, and then returned to their original subject in an instant, as if the interest they had just shown had evaporated.

“By the way, isn’t it funny how you brag about being a sex slave bodyguard as if you were proud of something?”

Chaewon asked for consent from Rin as before, but she only replied with a firm expression.

“…Don’t say things that make fun of other people’s jobs. Chaewon. What’s a sex slave?”

Lyn looked at Chaewon with a cold gaze, as if she was genuinely uncomfortable.

For Rin, the qualification of [Sex slave] Was something that she so much desired as her dream job, so she felt uncomfortable.

“No, I’m not laughing at it, it’s not something I’m proud to brag about in front of my parents, right?”

In contrast, for Chaewon, [Sex slavery] Was a job she found interesting even though she was hesitant about it.

This difference in perception created a confrontation between the two.

“Yes? Chaewon-so, are you ashamed of being a sex slave?”

“Ah, rather than being ashamed of being a sex slave… No, honestly, it’s embarrassing, right!?”

“Hey, he’s a sex slave too. Doesn’t it seem strange to make such a statement?”

“Uh…We and Master are different cases, right? After careful consideration, we decided to become sex slaves of our own will, but Master changed his attitude more lightly than flipping his palm, right?”

Reading the heavy air, Chaewon secretly made an excuse saying that the situation between the teacher and us is different. It was an excuse that was not enough for Rin.

“Hmph, if someone hears, they’ll think that Miss Chaewon decided to become a sex slave entirely on her own volition, without her master’s help.”

Lyn’s sarcastic tone and Chaewon’s tone became increasingly harsh.

“My master’s help? My decision was made through a reasonable and constructive discussion process with the pussy through a reasonable method called ‘tug-of-war with the cock.'”

“Even if the change in thinking is a bit dramatic, it doesn’t change the decision I made myself.”

She glared at her lynn and said, as if it were her bewitched, as if it was deeply distasteful to equate her own case with her self, her teacher, who had overturned her judgment in an instant.

“Ah, that’s right. Whoops, it was supposed to be like that, right?”

Rin knew that her case was no different from her former teacher, so she laughed and laughed at her.

“It’s done? The tone is a bit… Strange, isn’t it?”

The subtle war of nerves between the brainwashing victims ended only when Mo Yong Soo-ryun returned after talking with his father.

I thought for a while about whether the content of hypnosis should be uniform, but I decided to leave it as it is because it was a lot of fun.

“What are you two talking about?”

Mo Yong-soo-ryun, who had returned from the conversation with her father, tilted her head.

“It’s nothing. Training Soujeo”

“It wasn’t much of a story, Master.”

“Really? Then that’s fortunate. By the way, it’s okay if you feel free to call me Su-ryun unni.”

“Really? Then it’s comfortable for me. Unni.”

“Is it okay if I call you sister too? Su-ryun an… Aiko”

An outstretched blade struck Chaewon’s head in an instant.

“Of course, that doesn’t apply to you. Call me Master, Chaewon.”

Pulling the disciple’s cheek, Mo Yong-su-ryun scolded the disciple for trying to climb up.

“Hey… Yes…”

After returning from her father’s reunion, Moyong Su-ryun apologized to me with a shy expression.

“I’m sorry, master. Did I take too long?”

Perhaps accepting the position of [Sex slave] Because of yesterday’s incident, she casually spat out the title of master with a much sadder expression.

‘I miss the image I hated with the sharp eyes…’

I walked slowly with the three women, thinking that the next time I would write her, I would have to unhypnotize her halfway through.

Passing through the crying autumn forest, I tried to figure out what the other players were doing.

A map where quests for blood ties were given, it had been quite some time now.

‘By now, are you trying to catch the henchmen of the Blood Bridge? No, if you’re a bit impatient, you might already be dealing with executive-level moguls.’

He wasn’t greedy for trivial experiences. Am I not strong enough to be acknowledged by even the greatest masters?

Other players’ goal is to subjugate blood demons, but my goal was to subjugate players, so I had to approach it from a different perspective.

For me, the purpose of this quest is to safely brainwash all players in this universe, not growth or story progression.

‘I’ll have to hurry up a bit’

Just waiting at the base of the Blood Bridge, you should be able to face other players safely.

Also, it would be nice to find a player among the masters who made their name during the subjugation process.

I followed Suryunyi’s guide and went down to the city.

Moyong’s sphere of influence had a large population, so after walking a little, he arrived in the city.

“If you wait in the inn over here, the informant will come soon.”

Moyong’s Sogaju was a very useful tool. She had a very wide network of contacts, and she was able to get in touch with the person in charge of the blood bridge in an instant.

‘What should I do with the Blood Demon?’

I waited for the informant, thinking about how to cook the best felon in Murim.

***

Meanwhile, at that time. In the GK Group server room, a man was sitting blankly talking to the monitor.

“Is there any meaning to my job?”

“Admin, could you ask a more specific question?”

“Ttsk, you interpret it yourself. A guy who naturally runs the conversations of hundreds of millions of NPCs, why can’t he do that to my answers?”

“In the response module of the management AI module, the following modules are excluded to prevent inaccurate information being delivered according to the user’s interpretation during the response process. No. 1…”

He spoke with resentment at the AI’s loathsome excuses he had heard several times.

“Stop it! I’ve heard countless times why you talk like a cheap AI a few decades ago, so you can stop talking.”

“Stop answering.”

The voice of artificial intelligence that is inorganic and without a high ground felt like today.

“Huh…I’ll ask you again, my job title is the administrator of the server that serves the ‘Martial Arts Worldview’, right?”

“That’s right”

“But, let alone manage the world, does it make sense that you can only receive garbage information?”

To the man’s question, the artificial intelligence answered him with the correct pronunciation.

“Sorry. Per our terms and conditions, viewing individual play logs is prohibited”

“No, I’m not looking at the logs! They don’t let me see any information, not personal information!”

“You seem a little excited. We recommend the following actions: [1. Deep breath], [2. Meditation], [3…”

He managed to calm his temper before the AI ​​gave a lengthy explanation about the history of deep breathing and its benefits and methods.

“Whoa…Okay. I’ll calm down. Kuhmm, I mean. Isn’t it strange that there’s no information I can see at all?”

“Inaccurate information. While the user is logged in, the administrator is given access to the following information: [1. Server load], [2. Server room temperature], [3. Server status]…”

“That’s not what I want… Ha, what if something goes wrong? At least I need to know what’s going on!”

“It can also be interpreted as an indirect act of reading the play log. In addition, since the [Martial Arts Worldview] Service started, the cumulative number of errors has been ‘0’”

“Ahh! Guys at headquarters, why the hell did you design the AI ​​module so frustratingly?!”

The man who had been banging on the desk for a long time, soon became limp like grass that was full of moisture.

“Okay, let’s say more. It’s in vain. It’s my fault for believing that this time would be different.”

Eventually, the server administrator gave up the fuss and fell to his desk.

“If something happens, let me know. Oh, look at the CCTV and let me know if anyone comes.”

“Yes”

Because the designer died, the AI, which could not be repaired, thoroughly protected user activities in the virtual world from the company’s surveillance in accordance with the design purpose of its owner.

Thoroughly, even activities that cause users to break users.