After the war ended, Yongyong (Dragon) and I were both promoted to advanced classes.
While my combat skills and accomplishnts in defeating Sin played a role, the imbalance my group caused in Class 1-A likely contributed to the decision.
anwhile, Class 1-B's top-performing students were transferred to Class 1-A, leaving those like Park Jun-hyuk, who’s still rotting in prison, with nothing but pity from .
Even the senior classes couldn’t stop buzzing about my achievents.
They praised as the hero of the war, and I basked in the admiration while maintaining a dignified composure befitting my societal status.
Unsurprisingly, countless guilds reached out with offers to join their ranks.
Among the notable ones:
The Baekhap Guild
The Taehwa Guild
The Emperor Guild
Additionally, dozens of smaller guilds submitted requests for to participate in their field exercises, a customary step before extending full mbership offers.
"Representative offers from prestigious guilds and countless smaller ones! Yet you still refuse? Why won’t you join a guild already?!"
A flurry of papers landed squarely on my face, courtesy of a frustrated 불방망이 (Unyielding One).
The docunts weren’t just invitations; they were applications for field exercises, a soft recruitnt tactic that practically guaranteed mbership upon completion.
To be honest, I had considered joining a guild.
But with my responsibilities as the Baekhwa Representative, and the looming chaos of war recovery, the thought felt... exhausting.
Not to ntion, Baekhwa’s return to the Academy would soon align our fates as peers.
As a national leader, they’d likely ascend to my grade level.
"I still haven’t conquered Shinohara Kotone yet."
"You’re insane! Don’t you realize your group completely throws off the Academy's balance?"
"We’re already advanced-level! What’s there to worry about?"
"Then why not just move us to an S-Class? Or are you trying to rob us of our youthful Academy life? Huh? Seriously, should I try pulling your skirt down?"
"You’re impossible! You’ll say anything, won’t you?"
"Seriously, you're even wearing pants. What a sha, tsk tsk."
If only you wore skirts short enough to show your panties, maybe Yoo Jin-seok would feel sothing.
But Unyielding One (불방망이) not only has a terrible personality but also rarely wears skirts. What a waste.
"So, we’ve been promoted. What more do you want?"
"Even in the advanced class, there’s a disparity! What are you even doing there?"
"Obviously? My girls are worshipping , duh."
"That’s the issue! Why are you treating your seniors like slaves?"
"They like it! What do you want to do about it?"
It’s no secret that the female students of Hanseong Academy already had a soft spot for .
Of course, the ones outright worshipping had already been corrupted by Choi Si-woo’s influence.
In other words, they were under my command—monsters, just like .
"Fine, whatever. I’ll look into creating an S-Class or sothing."
Unyielding One finally surrendered, as she should’ve from the start.
"By the way, how’s it going with my brother?"
"Got dumped."
One glance at her face, and it was obvious.
The way she scrunched up her face and hysterically lashed out—it practically scread, "I got rejected."
"Really? Why?"
"Because he's such a damn siscon! He’s driving insane, and it’s all your fault!"
Not sure how she pinned this on , but let’s be honest—her personality probably scared him off regardless.
Anyway, her endless nagging went in one ear and out the other.
I let her rant while I tuned out, casually making my way to the 2-A classroom.
"Welco, Yoo Eun-ha-nim."
"Mmm, good, good. Smoothie ti."
The 2nd-year A-class girls eagerly greeted , waving fans to keep cool.
Their eyes had all turned serpentine—snake-like.
Naturally, these were the girls who had been fully corrupted by Choi Si-woo’s influence and subsequently tainted by my presence.
"Mmm, sweet as always. You deserve a reward."
With a flick of my fingers, the girls, their cleavage on full display, gathered around .
I took a sip of my strawberry smoothie and playfully shared it with each of them in turn, feeding them straight from my mouth.
How could I behave so freely, you ask?
It’s simple: every single instructor and professor in 2-A is female, and, well... they’ve all been thoroughly corrupted.
As for male students?
There are no boys in 2nd-year A-Class.
"Wait, why do you need all this pampering when you already have lovers?"
"That’s one thing, and this is another."
"Couldn’t you at least keep it out of sight?"
Reyna was nagging again.
Honestly! If your husband indulges in such pleasures, shouldn’t you, as his wife, take the initiative and offer him won to enjoy? That’s just common courtesy!
"You seem awfully dissatisfied. Are you really going to tattle to Mom?"
"I deeply apologize, Lady Reyna."
When my daughter-turned-lover Reyna gets like this, there’s no point resisting.
I dutifully apologized and sent the 2-A girls back to their seats.
"That’s that, but don’t you think we’re forgetting sothing?"
"Forgetting what?"
What could she an?
"Ping Tao."
"Honestly, how is anyone supposed to take a na like Ping Tao seriously?"
Oh, right. Ping Tao. I guess it’s about ti I dealt with her.
She is a heroine, after all, which ans she’s on my list to... conquer.
Since Choi Si-woo was off corrupting the remaining students, the timing was perfect.
Usually, I let her sit on my lap—sothing about it feels just right. And when I tease her just a little by brushing my hand lower, she produces fresh essence on the spot.
But with her gone, today was Ping Tao’s turn. Ti for so experintation.
"Oh, I wanna see too!"
Just then, Han Su-ji—disguised as one of the 2-A girls—tore off her black wig with a dramatic flourish.
Reyna and Han Su-ji watched as I pulled Ping Tao’s severed head and body from my storage space. The state she was in was undeniably bizarre—her head and body were separated, yet connected by faint red magical threads, pulsating like faint veins of power. Her head floated listlessly, her body lay heavy and limp.
"Wait, is she even alive? Her head and body are... well, doing their own thing."
"No way she’s a regular human at this point."
Even Reyna had to agree. This wasn’t the Ping Tao she used to be—this was sothing far stranger, sothing almost... interesting.
"It’s probably the lingering influence of the Sin," I explained, noting the traces of malevolent energy still tying her fragnts together.
"She’s basically a Dullahan now."
And isn’t that exciting? A Dullahan heroine... that’s a new one for the books.
Grabbing Ping Tao’s floating head by the hair, I gave it a good shake.
"Hey, wake up, you dumb cow! Stop playing dead and get up!"
Her head flopped about, but soon enough, her eyes fluttered open, and her expression twisted in a mix of dizziness and confusion.
"Aaaaah! Stop shaking ! I’m gonna—"
"And now you’re speaking Chinese again. Great."
After a mont of groaning and squinting, Ping Tao seed to take stock of her surroundings—and her situation.
Her eyes widened as she noticed her body lying nearby.
"Wha—what is this?! My body! What happened to ?!"
"Shut up!"
One more shake silenced her for a mont, though her panic still lingered.
"Yu Eun-ha? What’s going on? Why is my head and body... not together?!"
"Shouldn’t you be telling that? Do you not rember anything?"
Her face scrunched up as if struggling to recall.
"I... I rember being with General Zhang Wei, and then—"
Slap!
I smacked her cheek.
"Not that, you airhead! The war! The fight! You were there!"
"Oh... right. I—I was killed. General Zhang Wei..."
Tears welled up in her eyes as the mories seed to return.
"Yeah, he killed you. And now? You’re stuck like this. You’ve got a body and a head, but thanks to the Sin, they don’t work together anymore. You’re independent now—congratulations."
"W-what? Does that an I’m a... Dullahan?"
Slap!
Another sharp smack.
"In Korean, damn it! How many tis do I have to tell you—speak Korean while you’re here!"
She winced and whimpered, looking utterly pathetic.
"But I’m Chinese!"
"And your proud China got its ass handed to it, lost a chunk of territory, and is now paying us reparations. How about that?"
I leaned in closer, smirking as her expression twisted in shock.
"Your comrades? They’re gone. Their Cores? Delicious."
I patted my stomach with mock satisfaction, letting her know exactly where those Cores had ended up. Her lips trembled, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
"But you, you’re still here—thanks to . Rember that."
"What... what are you going to do with ?"
Grin.
I leaned in closer, my voice low and dripping with suggestion.
"What am I going to do? Oh, I’ve got plans for you."
I’m thinking of playing fire rat spinning.
Since you’re a monster imbued with sin, there’s no worry about your roots snapping off easily like Ha Jung-seok’s.
Grabbing Ping Tao’s hair, I swung her head round and round in circles.
There was a ti when my grandfather taught how to play fire rat spinning. That was so long ago—back in my childhood, during my corporate worker days—that the mories now feel distant yet vividly nostalgic.
"Ah, this is how you play fire rat spinning. Haha, you’re good at it."
"Wow! Grandpa, the whole field is on fire!"
"Ah, no! Stop!"
Those were truly good tis. Although, this living fire rat spinning might be a bit of a problem.
"Y-Yoo Eun-ha! Yu Eun-ha!"
At first, she kept mumbling sothing incomprehensible in Chinese, so I shook her head even harder. After a while, though, she finally started speaking Korean naturally.
So, I decided to show her so rcy.
"Send back to my country."
"You’re already declared dead. Congrats? Besides, if you go back now, they’ll treat you as a war criminal."
If she does return, I’m pretty sure Zhang Wei will have her executed.
"Even so—"
"You’re no longer human. You’re just a monster now."
No matter how you look at it, this was no ordinary human. Where in the world would you find soone whose body and head were completely detached?
“A-ah. N-no. No way.”
“Yes way. Let’s get along from now on, my slave.”
“I’m not your slave!”
Surprisingly enough, you are indeed my slave.
Why? Because I devoured the Sin of Gluttony, and Ping Tao, who’s still under its influence, is effectively just another one of my subordinates.
That’s why, despite having a body capable of movent, they can’t resist at all.
“Good girl, our Ping Tao. Now then, I’m going to try sothing fun with you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“From now on, I’ll be using you as my personal sex slave. Oh, and I’m assigning you to guard duty at Songdo, too.”
I’ve been needing a guard dog anyway, and Ping Tao seems like the perfect fit. Over ti, I can patch in so Korean language skills, too.
“Who said you could just decide that on your own?”
“I did, obviously. You hit pretty hard, you know? My stomach still tingles from it. You wretched wench.”
Ah, seriously, this is getting all worked up. There's sothing I really want to test out on this damn Dullahan.
“W-what are you planning to do?”
“Han Suji? Reyna? Restrain her body tightly for .”
Just to be sure, I made sure her entire body was securely bound.
“Yes, understood.”
With Ping Tao immobilized, unable to move a muscle, I stripped off my lower garnts.
‘What the hell do you think you're doing? Why are you taking it off all of a sudden? Even with the sa girl, this isn't cool. Ew?’
‘Shut up and suck it, bitch.’
I shoved Nogang Yongyong's tail into this bitch's cunt. I slamd it in.
‘Ugh...?’
Again, the feeling of forcing her to suck like this makes feel like conquering.
Churrrrrrrr!
The dragon's tail in object mode has the sa sensation as the cock, so now I can feel what it feels like to be fucked by a woman in real ti.
This bitch sucks the glans off my cock. It feels strange to have her tongue flicking over the glans.
At first she resists, but then that's it.
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