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“So that’s how it was.”
The shaman’s hand holding the teacup trembled ever so slightly. The medical director’s words were quite a shock to the shaman, but above all, they were deeply convincing.
The fact that an “unclassified/top-grade stud” was actually the medical director’s long-lost son something that had never happened before!
“I’d always wondered where such a man had come from, but now I understand a bit more. If he was your son, then it’s entirely possible.”
Just like Chun Ji-in, the shaman had never put aside her doubts about Jihan. No matter how much investigation was done, there was never anything to find. In fact, the more perfect and thorough everything seemed, the more suspicious the shaman became about who could be orchestrating things behind the scenes.
At that time, Chun Ji-in discovered traces of succubi, and those traces overlapped with Jihan’s routes, so she subtly had the sorcery director probe him.
─There was no special reaction, Shaman. At first, he seemed as if he was pondering, but it seems that’s because he simply doesn’t know much about us yet. Later, it seemed he was actually happy at the thought of being able to stay here for generations.
The shaman recalled the report she’d received from the sorcery director yesterday, letting out a quiet hum.
“Hm…”
It was a report that bluntly showed her mistaken assumptions, but looking at it now, it was at least a pleasant kind of misjudgment.
“.......”
The shaman then spoke to the medical director, whose face remained inscrutable and silent.
“I’ve already mentioned this to the sorcery director before. That soon, after he’s impregnated many women, we should welcome him into the clan as a full member.”
Of course, that wasn’t a sincere proposal. It was just a stratagem to test this suspicious man.
Upon hearing those words, the medical director replied,
“But that won’t be necessary anymore. Rather than making unnecessary turmoil by creating a new lineage, it’s best to bring him into my bloodline, as originally intended.”
“....”
The shaman fell into contemplation. Jihan might only be a stud for the moment, but in ten months’ time, his status would rise dramatically.
No, even now, before ten months have passed and the child is born, the signs are already appearing. The stud barn had never enjoyed such prosperity, with women hoping to conceive from a one-of-a-kind man constantly lingering in hopes of grabbing even his personal time.
‘Sorcery director, martial arts director, director of inspections, and countless main and branch family members.’
If every child born under them forms ties to the medical director, it could cause major confusion in the system of Munyeosan.
A power equal to the shaman, who stands almost as a god, might be born.
The shaman surely knew this, so why was the medical director making such statements right to her face?
The shaman eyed her sharply.
“Haa… No matter how upstanding you may be as a director, you should watch your tongue.”
“I misspoke. However, I don’t believe anything I said is truly wrong. Who could possibly challenge your authority, Shaman?”
The shaman composed her expression, but it wasn’t because she was swayed by the medical director’s silver tongue. Though she showed nothing outwardly, she was still frowning inside.
‘What is her intent?’
A director’s position is considered immediately below the shaman, but in truth, there’s an immense gap between them.
It’s like how no top official would openly insult a king.
Even more so between a king and a subject, let alone between a god and a priest?
The current situation was absurd.
The shaman was exceedingly curious about the real motivation behind the medical director’s decision to risk angering her.
*
‘…She must have a lot on her mind.’
Medical director Chun Ari turned her gaze away from the shaman, whose eyes were never still.
The shaman sat on a high platform. Sitting below her, Chun Ari found it easy to hide her expression just by bowing her head a little.
And right now, Chun Ari’s bowed face was unlike her usual self twisted in bitterness.
‘My son… why did you have to become a member of people like them?’
It wasn’t just the DNA test that allowed her to confirm Jihan was her real son.
She’d meticulously investigated the past, moving on her own instead of relying on subordinates.
Normally, a director is not supposed to leave Munyeosan.
Directors are superhuman, unmatched in power and wisdom, and as a result, their very existence is kept hidden from the outside world.
Although Chun Ari, as the medical director, couldn’t compare to the “heavenly outsiders” among the directors, she was still a director and, in the end, she obtained far more than her subordinates ever could… even some secrets that should never be known.
There had been an incredibly thorough hypnosis, impossible for anyone but a director to notice. Both the orphanage’s director and the old teachers had been subjected to such hypnosis.
‘Adopted at age ten, according to the records… three astoundingly beautiful women… it’s unmistakable.’
She was able to circumvent the hypnosis and get the truth.
And she became certain. The ones who had adopted her son had been succubi whom she herself had never even seen before.
From then on, she’d been tormented by doubt. The son she’d missed in her dreams…
But now, a son who had become part of people she could never accept.
She was a director at Munyeosan as well as someone’s mother.
Between those two roles, Chun Ari was forever torn, and only recently was she finally able to make a decision.
‘I must atone to my son.’
She wanted to live the rest of her life not as the medical director, but as a mother.
To do that
‘I must corrupt the shaman.’
At any cost.
A fleeting light shone in Chun Ari’s eyes as her chin slowly rose.
*
“If so, might I make a proposal?”
“…A proposal? Go ahead.”
As the shaman gestured with her chin, Chun Ari wet her throat with saliva rather than tea and spoke.
“Baek Stud… that is, Baek Jihan, is undeniably my son. So, it’s fitting for him to belong originally to me. However, in that case… I understand it might make you uncomfortable.”
“……And?”
The twitching of the shaman’s eyebrows brought a bright smile to Chun Ari’s lips.
To show that this was the reason for provoking her, and also proof of Chun Ari’s loyalty.
“What if you were to marry him, Shaman?”
“…What?”
The shaman’s voice rose. But Chun Ari knew this wasn’t out of anger, but interest….
“The enemy has been found, and soon they’ll be hunted. But no matter how one-sided, a hunt is still a war.”
Chun Ari’s head gradually bowed.
“Before the war, bear the successor to the shaman’s seat so that not even a hint of confusion can arise. Then, Jihan will not be my son, but your one and only husband.”
‘Marry and conceive. That way, there won’t be any worry of a power split.’
Her lowered head finally touched the floor.
“And take in every child begotten by him as your own under your command.”
“......”
‘Make all the children your own. Among them, your own daughter will stand at the center.’
“The child born between you and my son, who was designated special grade, will inherit the talent to rule the world and will gift you this world.”
“......!”
‘After we defeat our enemies, we’ll no longer have to stay trapped here. And once we go outside… of course, we must be the best there too.’
“You’ll become a true god.”
‘And don’t you want that too? To be served not as a shaman, but as a god?’
Because she kept her head bowed, Chun Ari couldn’t see the shaman’s expression, but she was confident.
“All the directors captivated by Jihan’s cock will become your hands and feet.”
Her current face probably looked as blankly dazed as if drugged.
And that this shaman whose thirst for power surpassed all other desires would, in the end… succumb to the hands of us demons.
“So… what do you think of my proposal?”
When Chun Ari slowly raised her face, she saw the shaman’s expression trying to look composed, but her cheeks blushing bright red.
“Well, that’s…”
For a moment, her eyes left the window and settled on Chun Ari.
“…a pleasant proposal to hear.”
Chun Ari put on an emotional expression and bowed again, so for a moment, neither could see the other’s face.
‘A god… if it’s that man, he might really make me one.’
‘Son, it’s all up to you now.’
Their respective hidden expressions surfaced only for an instant, before vanishing as Chun Ari straightened her posture.
“Hmm-hmm.”
The shaman cleared her throat and added:
“I trust you, Director. And your son, too. He’s such a handsome man, even I, who sees men as stone, felt my heart skip a beat just looking at him.”
“I’m honored.”
The shaman found this new, formal tone of Chun Ari’s to her liking.
There’s nothing more pleasing for a master than to have a steadfast and upright subordinate show such unwavering loyalty.
“But if you ask whether I can trust the result… well.”
“…You mean you'll decide after seeing the child born?”
“That’s right.”
“No problem. There are already women who visited my clinic while pregnant, and testing showed no issues.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“......?”
The two women locked eyes.
“If his seed is so potent, surely even the side effects of incest would be overcome.”
“…So that’s what you’re hoping for.”
“Not only you, but your daughter as well. Every child you two have must be under me.”
“.......”
“What do you think?”
Chun Ari closed her eyes. The shaman was now telling her to sleep with her son her own son, whom she’d only just been reunited with after over a decade apart and to offer any resulting blessed children as hostages.
And the shaman seemed to expect that Chun Ari would be ashamed.
But the shaman didn’t know.
Grin!
“I will obey. After all, a proper mother ought to be concerned even with her son’s sex education, shouldn’t she? Thank you for giving me a chance to correct my past mistakes…the shaman’s grace truly shines as warmly as sunlight.”
“…V-very well, enough.”
Chun Ari, and her daughter Cheon Ye-eun, were more committed to incest than anyone.
“But I can’t wait until the birth. I will offer both my daughter’s and my own maidenhood to my son before your eyes, Shaman. So I hope you’ll hurry the wedding before the war begins.”
“…You mean you want to do that right in front of me?”
“It’s the most suitable place to show my devotion. If you forgive the discourtesy I once committed against you, I’ll accept your son’s semen not just for a day, but three nights and days as his bitch.”
Before such determination, even the shaman had to back off.
That was both the minimum courtesy owed to a subordinate who called herself a “bitch,” and an expression of curiosity amassed through long years of loneliness.
“I’ll set a date and let you know. You may go.”
“Yes.”
As she watched Chun Ari leave, the shaman closed her eyes, exhausted.
And the chair that Chun Ari had been sitting in just moments before was left slightly wet and sticky.
