Picked Up a Mask That Converts Any Woman Into a Brainwashed Creature. 77

Chapter 77 – Really Want Me to Do This?

“Isabelle, I called because I wanted to ask you something. Sit comfortably.”

“Chu-eup, or do you want to stay here too? It’s been a while since you’ve been here!”

Isabelle shook her head at Noah’s invitation, her lips pressed against her cock.

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“Of course I want to wear it, but first I have to deal with the owner’s orders.
What the owner wants to ask seems to be related to the new saint next to Noah.”

“Right, you know that right away after seeing it?”

“Because this woman, despite being a saint like us, is empty inside.
Seeing that you can’t feel anything inside your body, did you use soul incineration?”

Isabel, who glanced at her, sat on the bed and crossed her legs.

Isabelle’s special ability to see through her opponent’s inner world in that fleeting moment.
This mysterious saint who controls her soul already knew why she was called.
Admiring her sharpness, she omits her explanation and gets straight to the point.

“Can you possess this woman like you did with Luna?”

Natsuki Hana’s body is a doll mask.
A doll mask to approach the Japanese branch, Yumekawa Harumu.
And Isabel would be the only one who could use this doll mask.

If Isabelle is able to possess one body, she can even approach Harumu.
For some reason, you’ll find out about the woman who keeps bothering you.

My plan is to use one body to dig up information about Yumekawa Harumu and the Japanese branch…
It is a plan made by Choi Woo-joo, an ordinary Korean citizen, against a secret international organization.
It is not me who judges whether there is a feasibility or possibility of success, but a veteran in this field.

He puts out her cigarette and looks at Isabel in her thoughts with her hand on her chin.

“…There’s nothing wrong with being possessed. There’s no soul to resist my possessing, so it’s rather easy.”

“Then…”

“Before that, there’s something I need to check.”

Isabelle rummages through one of the clothes she has packed and takes out her notebook and reads it.
With her eyes rolling along her fluttering paper, she looks at her Noah as she finishes her speed reading.

“Noah, I have confirmed that this woman belongs to an organization. What is the purpose of coming to Korea from the Japanese branch?
Tell me everything you researched. There’s something I’m a little concerned about.”

“Natsuki Hana, 26 years old. She is a newcomer agent.
The reason I came to Korea is to secure the identity of a trainee who escaped from the same Japanese branch.”

“…Securing the identity of the escaped trainee, what are you hiding? Yumekawa Kaede…”

“…Yumekawa and Kaede?”

I tilt my head at the familiar surname and unfamiliar name I heard in Isabelle’s self-talk.

“Ah, Yumekawa Kaede is the mother of Yumekawa Harumu, who met Master.
She was the first daughter-in-law of Japan’s Haru Pharma, Yumekawa conglomerate, and the most powerful agent in the Japanese branch.”

That she was a conglomerate wasn’t too surprising.
She knew that she was the daughter of a wealthy family by the amount of the settlement she had received.

“But ‘was’, is it past tense?”

“Because Yumekawa Kaede retired two weeks ago due to an amputation injury to her finger.”

“Before that, Yumekawa Kaede was defeated in sparring by a certain 17-year-old rookie,
I heard that you lost your reputation long ago because you caught up with your performance, and you were only humiliated. It’s your own karma.
My peers weren’t very good at it, but I caught up with my lifelong career in three months…”

“…Bitch, who is that rookie?”

“Me.”

“…”

Isabelle raises her hand slightly with a spirited smile. It’s you
A smile like ‘Isn’t that amazing?’, Like a cute cat that is normally blunt.

“Huh? Come to think of it, why did her sister name Yumekawa…”

“A woman named Hana Natsuki had a notebook with Haru Pharmaceutical’s logo embedded in it.”

Isabelle waving a notebook to Noah, who tilts her head like me.

“I was worried that the reason they came to Korea was because of the owner’s identity, but fortunately that’s not the case.
Especially if Yumekawa and Kaede found out, it would have been very annoying.”

“…Well, if there’s no problem, you’ll sneak into the Japanese branch first with this body…”

“That’s impossible, Master.”

Uh why? Maybe it’s because the plan I’ve made is lame.

“…Master, you seem to have misunderstood something, so don’t make that face. There’s a different reason.
My next assignment is Japan. Until now, I had been waiting for the companion agent’s personal circumstances.
The order came today. The local agent is ready, so I’m telling you to leave tomorrow.”

“…Huh? I can’t believe that I’m an accompanying agent…”

“What the owner thinks is correct. My companion is Yumekawa Harumu.
Two days later, she was on a mission in Japan with that woman.
Plus, they said that one more local agent would be joining this mission…”

The eyes of me, Isabelle, and Noah all go to one place.

“Natsuki Hana, who is licking her master’s cock right here, this woman must go too.”

A corner of the head that was hit by the world’s rags hurts.

Why not? At best, nothing fits the plan.

Isabelle’s starting her mission two days later is a big variable,
Natsuki Hana, who has become empty on the inside, is an agent who has to go on a mission with Isabelle.

“…Uh, is it not possible to do something like possessive alter ego…?”

The broken brain stutters and spits out nonsense.

“No matter how much I am, it is difficult to create an alter ego while maintaining possession.”

Her heart aches even more when Isabel responds seriously to that nonsense.

What to do So shouldn’t we be sending one back right now?
No, it is dangerous to return only the body that has become an idiot who drools or drools at the corners of his mouth.
But if I don’t send it back, it will be like promoting ‘Please follow me~’ and, uh, um… What should I do?

“…Remorse that I should have endured a little bit… No, this bitch did it first. I don’t regret it!”

“My sister’s owner has become strange…”

“Originally, when people are cornered, they all become like that.
Wouldn’t we, who were human beings, do that right before becoming saints?”

Shaking a body fluttering without strength, spitting out muttered thoughts,
Compassionate glances pierce her side and chest. Don’t look at me with those eyes…

“…Eh, I don’t know! There must be a hole that will spring out! Let’s roll a Shin-chan, Shin-chan…”

I put my head on the bed and repeat myself, thinking.

It’s a feeling of despair when you write a report and forget to save it, but you have to overcome it somehow.
It’s okay to give up grades for a report, but giving up now puts me and everyone around me at risk.

The text written on the mask, is there anything useful among these?

Slave? Puppet? No, these are all that move the body without a soul.
Change? If you write the change on a blank piece of paper with nothing left to change, it won’t work.
​Is there no character that can perfectly play the character of ‘Natsuki Hana’? Obviously, something like that…

“…What?”

I was reading small characters with my face buried in the back of the mask.

A single letter shining in an extremely pale jade color, a letter I had not been able to read.
Was this text engraved on the mask in the first place? It’s strange, but this is definitely Isabelle’s…

“…If this is for sure…”

“Master? Why though?”

The power of this character is understood.

If you use this, you can move ‘Natsuki Hana’ without being noticed by the Japanese branch.
There should be no problem with the mission in the next two days. But…

“Master…? You’re sweating so much, what are you looking at like that…
Hmm? This letter… Master, can’t you… Do you intend to use this?!”

“…I don’t think there’s any other way than this.”

It is an absurd use of an absurd text that only makes you laugh no matter how many times you look at it.
Dangerous and bizarre texts that I really hate to write, and I don’t know what side effects there will be if I use them.
But if this is the only breakthrough… A decision must be made.

“…Isabelle, Noah.”

“Yes?”

“…”

Noah, who had not yet read the text, replied brightly,
Isabelle has a complex yet subtle smile on her face that I have never seen before.

“You guys, I need some help…”

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“…If someone like you disappears without contact, where did you go?”

A hanok hotel with an atmosphere where antiques and luxury coexist.
Lady Harumu, who has just finished taking a bath, takes her hand and leads her into the room.

“…I’m sorry, lady. I had a little chat with the agent from the Korean branch I met yesterday…”

​”My coming-of-age ceremony, was it so busy that I couldn’t even finish it?”

“…I’m really sorry.”

Lady Harumu’s body, wrapped in a large towel, was delicate yet beautiful.
Fair skin beautiful enough to stand against the scars left by her severe trials,
A slim waist, delicious peach hips, and dripping dew-shaped breasts.

Averting my eyes from the beauty that is too much for my eyes, I put the gown on the lady’s shoulder.

“It was a joke. Rather, I was relieved that you weren’t there.
I didn’t want to see the hands you said were beautiful and my sword dirty.”

“…”

“…Did your mother say anything?”

“…Yes, nothing said by Kaede-sama…”

Even the water-soaked white hair, and the faded hair due to the continuous ‘education’ are beautiful.
There is no way to know what the lady’s deep gray eyes are thinking.

“…Tomorrow, I’ll be my mother’s successor, too. My heart is pounding.
Is this excitement or fear? My older brother and mother would tell me not to even have these feelings, but…
What do you think of one? Would she be a great adult today? Can she be excited? Can she be afraid?”

“…Miss.”

“Fufu, I’m sorry. This is a joke too.
Today’s Hana is so kind that I stop talking a lot without even realizing it.”

Drying her white hair and lying on the bed, the young lady follows my voice with faded eyes.

“…Thank you again tomorrow. Hana, good night…”

“…Yes.”

After watching the lady who gently closes her eyes for a while, she opens the door and comes out into the hallway.
This is “Natsuki Hana”‘S way of speaking and lifestyle. Fortunately, even Harumu, who was close to him, did not notice.

“…Whoa.”

Sighing, Harumu… No, Harumu entered the room next to Lady Harumu and looked in the mirror.

The sweat dripping down the stiff facial muscles, the eyes forged by intelligence and dignity are loosened.
With her dizzy vision, she takes off her glasses, wipes off her sweat, and lets out a deep sigh.

“Haa… Fuck, my heart is shaking…!!”

The text that sparkles on Natsuki Hana’s forehead is ‘Possessed.’
I see that letter with one eye and touch it with one hand.

“…Haa, why are you acting like this…”

She is Choi Woo-joo, a stout young man in his twenties in Korea, who becomes a female secretary in a Japanese chaebol house.

What the fuck, I didn’t want to do this either.

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