Chapter 360

Chapter 360

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 360: With The Gods (2)

The act of lifting a curse was complex. The most basic form of curse removal was to eliminate the cause.

Cut off the cursed body part, or destroy the totem acting as the catalyst for the curse.

If possible, killing the one who cast the curse would be the best option.

However, if the curse was placed at the cost of one’s life, it became nearly impossible to lift.

If the gap in status was too vast, there was no choice but to bear it until death…

“So, I’m not killing you. Killing you would only give me a subtle sense of achievement.”

After saying this, Shiron lifted the dregs by the hem of their pants and sat them on the bed.

The dregs looked up at Shiron with a bashful smile.

Despite talking about killing and such grim things, the act of personally moving her to the bed was an implicit consent to do something lewd.

Even though she was called a demon god, she was now just dregs, but it seemed she looked forward to how pleasurable the upcoming act would be.

“This is the same. It’s not because you begged for it, it’s part of the process to lift Seira’s curse… and… it’s not because I want to either.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“You don’t need to understand.”

As he spoke, Shiron placed his hand on the dregs’ thigh. His hand then moved up, gently resting on the soft fabric, and untied the string.

The string of the panties was already soaked, and as soon as it was removed, it dispersed like a mirage, leaving no place to put it.

“…”

He wasn’t seeing things.

Panties dispersing like a mirage.

Especially since they were soaked like this, it was somewhat hard to explain, but this was also a reason to question whether he should treat the dregs before him as they were.

Demon god.

Even as dregs, they still possessed divinity.

Like the Tower of Despair in the Demon Realm. The woman before him could only be explained with the concept of “concept.”

“It’s really fascinating. The more I look, the more you resemble Yura from before her reincarnation. It stirs up strange emotions.”

Before long, Shiron took off his clothes and leaned down to smell the scent near the dregs’ head.

It was a scent vividly etched in his memory. An aroma of flowers and citrus. Beneath that was a subtle scent of sweat.

After playing around joyfully on a summer day, Yura had always smelled like this pleasant sunshine.

“The smell is the same, the appearance is the same. It’s really strange.”

“Strange? What is.”

“The way you look doesn’t give me any sense of intimacy.”

“I… like you.”

The dregs wrapped their arms around Shiron’s neck and clung to him. Then, like Shiron did, they buried their nose in his neck, sniffing – sniffing.

At first, it wasn’t like this. Since she didn’t show her emotions, it was impossible to know what she was thinking, and she didn’t make such active sexual advances. Now, the dregs had become quite good at being flirtatious, whether out of belated affection or fear.

“So, hurry up.”

Drip- Drip-

Something dripped from under the dress, between widely spread legs. Shiron let out a wry smile at the unbelievable sight.

‘Why does it feel like the more I do, the more she wants it…’

The dregs’ attitude was almost entirely benevolent, to the point where one might wonder if this was the same person they once aimed to kill.

Like how hostages in a hostage situation might develop strange affection or warmth towards their captor.

Normally, he would have dismissed this attachment or fondness as mere confusion, but Shiron couldn’t do that now.

Because of how the dregs acted.

Shiron scanned the dregs. Long black hair down to the waist. Fierce eyes slightly upturned. It was as if she was copied from a mold.

It was so accurate that it elicited both admiration and a hollow laugh.

Of course, she wasn’t exactly the same as Yura from his past life.

Dull, murky eyes.

Yura never had such lifeless eyes.

Though she had purple eyes and brown hair, the reincarnated Yura closely resembled the Yura in his memory.

But, for some reason, Shiron couldn’t reject the dregs’ advances.

To emphasize, it was impossible to refuse.

The form the dregs took was the last image of Yura that Shiron Prient, Cha Hyun-joon, remembered.

When she had just become an adult in high school. The image of Yura in a school uniform that suited her too well.

Wide hips and buttocks that looked like they could bear children well.

A body that didn’t seem like it belonged to a high school girl.

Her breasts weren’t overly large but were appropriately full. Unlike Yuma or Seira, they didn’t overflow in the hand, but they were soft and fit well in the palm.

Her face was as white as if she had never suffered, and her skin was so smooth that touching it made his heart race.

It began as an attempt to dispel evil with the hero’s divine power. The purpose was purely to lift the curse, but now, frankly, he had to admit it.

‘I should have done it back then.’

A feeling of regret.

Shiron, Cha Hyun-joon, wanted to share passionate love with Yura at her most vibrant age!

As evidence, his body was already in a state of readiness.

Like the dregs dripping without any touch, Shiron’s groin also swelled with a palpable pulse.

“You like me too, don’t you?”

The dregs smiled as if Shiron’s honest reaction was endearing. Shiron pinched and twisted her chest.

“Ugh…!”

“Why is it that you only become eloquent at times like this?”

He felt like he should pinch her cheek, but there was no need for that.

With a wide grin, this creature was clearly happy.

With no need for pretense, she drooled from the corners of her mouth, her vacant eyes gaining a sly glint.

Smack!

Even a light slap on the cheek was the same. The dregs, showing no sign of dislike, let even more liquid flow from her groin.

Shiron didn’t know exactly what this reaction meant, but one thing was clear.

The demon god was relishing the situation.

As if intentionally directing Shiron’s actions, she assumed the form that captivated Shiron the most, displaying reactions he would find most gratifying.

“To lift the curse, we need to raise the status.”

Despite her disheveled appearance, she spoke earnestly.

Her usual blunt demeanor had softened, and her stuttering speech had slightly improved.

“Gather many followers, make them worship me. Then I can regain my divinity and lift the curse…”

“There’s no guarantee you’ll lift the curse even if you regain your power.”

Shiron tapped her flushed cheeks.

The already soaked buttocks made a squelching sound each time they were touched.

“This time it will be different. Even if I regain my power, I’ve planted your karma in me as a foundation.”

“What are you talking about? Speak normally.”

“The more I receive your affection, the more my essence changes.”

As she spoke, the dregs pressed her face into Shiron’s pants.

Lick—Not satisfied with just that, she licked over the swollen area, exhaling rough breaths.

“I used to hate you. But now, I don’t.”

“…”

“I wanted to kill you before, but now, I just crave you so much.”

Zzzzzip—

When did she learn to do this? The dregs used her teeth to unzip his pants.

Then, a vile divinity spread out in front of the dregs.

Shiron’s touch. Saliva. Words. Like incantations, the divinity permeated everything, stirring up the dregs.

Even during intimate moments, the dregs mimicked Yura from her past life, but she did not replicate the womb or internal organs.

Inside, it was still like mud, red with dark energy, filled with a sinister aura, no different from a mass of slime and flesh.

When Shiron’s essence, this cloudy fluid, was introduced into such a place…

The very essence, which could only be described as sinister, would become dyed with Shiron’s standards.

A kind of purification ritual.

The karma, the divine retribution, and the prestige of the demon god would shift in the direction Shiron intended.

“So, rest easy. I can become a god just for you.”

“What are you even talking about…”

But Shiron couldn’t possibly know that.

The idea of using the demon god like a tool for his own pleasure…

He was merely interested in Yura’s youthful body.

When he smelled her, he felt the scent of fresh grass and sunlight, an exaggeration to the point where it felt like he was reliving the happiest times of his life.

Even though he loved the reincarnated Yura, he couldn’t let go of the attachment to her past life’s image.

Nostalgia, why feel it for no reason?

“Hoo.”

Even though he wasn’t completely undressed yet, the demon god, unable to wait, tilted her head and took his groin into her mouth.

Sloppy mouth. The warm saliva was felt on his groin.

Could Yura’s mouth have been like this?

A crack in the wall, visible from a mirror, showed a tightly closed gap.

Could Yura have been like this? He had never seen Yura’s naked body or even her bare chest in his past life. To see it in this way was bound to have immense significance for Shiron.

Slurp-!

“Ah.”

Shiron had never asked Yura to do this with her mouth, nor had they made love, but…

He was certain that the emotions and sensations he felt now were from that time.

Drip-

“Ah…”

Hot tears flowed down from above and below.

It was Yura’s touch from his memories.

The more he felt it, the more tears came from that place.

Though he had never experienced it before, it was like the touch of home, its softness, its gentleness, and many other things…

Shiron enjoyed his duties as a hero.