Cyberpunk 2050

A vast hall of pure white.

 

Walls, pillars, and ceiling—all unified in blinding white. This space resembled no district in Neon City; it was a serene sanctuary.

 

In the center of the hall stood a raised platform. Upon it, a woman stood quietly.

 

Behind her, pure white wings spread like an angel’s, slowly rising and falling as if breathing. Above her head floated a halo.

 

An aura so pristine that nothing seemed capable of defiling her.

 

Below the platform, more than a hundred women sat dressed in white robes.

 

They were all devotees of Origin.

 

Cyberware was forbidden. Artificial implants, any trace of modification—none were tolerated. Only pure, unaltered flesh received sanctity in this cult.

 

From one side of the hall, a young and beautiful woman stepped forward carefully. Head deeply bowed, she spoke in a quiet voice.

 

“Saintess Jin Ha-yul’s mass will begin shortly.”

 

A clear voice laced with tension.

 

At her words, every gaze in the hall turned toward the platform.

 

Jin Ha-yul.

 

The saintess put forward by the Origin cult, the being the faithful called ‘the incarnation of purity.’

 

She slowly raised both hands.

 

—ding.

 

A soft chime echoed throughout the entire hall.

 

The devotees bowed their heads in unison. Even their breathing quieted into profound silence.

 

Soon, Jin Ha-yul’s voice resonated through the space.

 

“Daughters of Origin.”

 

 

A gentle yet distinct voice.

 

“Today, we once again perform the sacred rite so that our bodies and souls may touch the primordial purity.”

 

The women gathered here had all preserved bodies free of cyberware or artificial skin. Under the doctrine that only natural flesh could reach the divine, they regarded their own bodies as sacred vessels.

 

Origin’s teaching was simple.

 

The flesh is not sinful.

Pleasure is not corruption.

Only women, maintaining their purity to the end, could attain divinity.

 

Jin Ha-yul descended from the platform and gently took the hand of the woman seated in the front row. A soft touch, as if bestowing a blessing.

 

“Let us offer our chaste bodies and raise true prayers.”

 

Her voice was calm, yet it commanded the entire hall.

 

“We do not fear sacred sensation. Let us sing together until Origin’s light fills this place completely.”

 

Soon, soft voices layered over one another, enveloping the hall.

 

The younger devotees naturally took each other’s hands. They leaned shoulders together, pressed foreheads, and closed their eyes.

 

The hymn gradually faded until the final note vanished—

 

The devotees began to remove their robes.

 

And revealed completely bare, pure bodies.

 

Over a hundred women.

 

All young and beautiful.

 

Jin Ha-yul slowly spoke.

 

“Everyone, bring forth the sacred relic.”

 

She raised the object in her hand first.

 

The secret symbol used in Origin’s rituals.

 

A phallic statue carved from pure white jade.

 

An elaborately crafted, life-sized sacred object.

 

The devotees each took out their own relics. All identical in form.

 

“With reverence, kiss it.”

 

Jin Ha-yul first pressed her lips to the glans. Then, as one, they all took the glans into their mouths.

 

“Chuu…♡”

 

“Chup…♡”

 

“Mmm…♡”

 

Over a hundred women began sucking the relics in unison.

 

A sacred rite.

 

Yet the scene was utterly lewd.

 

“While accepting the Absolute’s blessing with our entire bodies…”

 

Jin Ha-yul continued speaking.

 

“We preserve our chastity, yet we do not reject pleasure.”

 

She pressed the relic against her rear entrance.

 

—squelch

 

Slowly pushed it in.

 

“Nngh…♡”

 

The devotees followed suit.

 

Over a hundred women simultaneously inserted the relics into their asses.

 

“Haaang…♡”

 

“Ooh…♡”

 

“Nngh…♡”

 

Moans filled the hall completely.

 

“While awaiting the descent of the Absolute…”

 

Jin Ha-yul began slowly moving the relic.

 

“We purify our bodies…”

 

—squelch, squelch

 

The devotees did the same.

 

Over a hundred women began masturbating in unison.

 

“Haa…♡”

 

“Mmm…♡”

 

“Aah…♡”

 

A mass masturbation called a sacred rite.

 

Jin Ha-yul returned to the platform and looked down at the devotees from on high.

 

“Until the day the Absolute comes…”

 

Her voice echoed through the hall.

 

“We wait while preserving our chastity…”

 

—squelch, squelch, squelch!

 

The devotees’ movements grew more intense.

 

“Haaang♡”

 

“Heuk♡”

 

“Origin-nim♡”

 

Some had already begun reaching climax.

 

“Until the day the Absolute accepts our chastity…”

 

Jin Ha-yul pushed the relic even deeper.

 

“Nngh…♡”

 

Her face flushed with pleasure.

 

“We… wait…♡”

 

—squelch, squelch, squelch!

 

The rite continued.

 

The sight of over a hundred women masturbating together.

 

The pure white hall was filled with obscene moans.

 

***

 

When the rite ended, the devotees dispersed to their rooms.

 

Jin Ha-yul walked alone. To the highest place in the cult, a space only the saintess could enter.

 

Opening the door, someone was already waiting.

 

“Saintess-nim, a report has come up from Bianca’s side.”

 

A devotee in black robes bowed her head.

 

“What is it.”

 

Jin Ha-yul adjusted her robe and approached the window. Far below, Neon City’s lights stretched endlessly.

 

“Signs of movement from the heretics have been observed.”

 

“Heretics…”

 

She tilted her head slightly, as if in thought.

 

“Until now, we’ve only chased shadows. They always left traces but never revealed their true form.”

 

“If Bianca is reporting directly, it means this time it’s certain.”

 

A faint smile appeared on Jin Ha-yul’s lips.

 

“Will it be different this time, I wonder.”

 

She slowly turned around.

 

“More importantly, what about the movements of the academy surveillance target?”

 

“Yes, the report came up today.”

 

The bishop cautiously offered a holographic panel.

 

“As Saintess-nim instructed, the lowest-ranking devotees intervened to guide the situation, and we secured recordings of the process.”

 

The screen changed, displaying several video files.

 

Jin Ha-yul stared at the screen for a moment.

 

“Good. Well done.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“You may leave.”

 

“Yes, Saintess-nim.”

 

The bishop bowed and exited the room.

 

Jin Ha-yul was left alone.

 

No—not alone.

 

Her shadow began to writhe.

 

From beneath it rose a translucent blue form.

 

The viscous body slowly reshaped until it solidified into the figure of a woman with lifelike skin.

 

“Ha-yul~ I’m back~”

 

A bright, cheerful voice.

 

Jin Ha-young.

 

“Unnie, how did it go?”

 

Jin Ha-young jumped onto the bed and grumbled.

 

“Failed, sadly~ They were too tough. Maybe because we adjusted our power to this world’s balance, it’s not easy.”

 

“That’s why I told you to train more.”

 

“Ehh~ It’s such a hassle.”

 

Twenty years.

 

Over that time spent together, Jin Ha-yul and Jin Ha-young had become the most familiar presences to each other.

 

“Really…”

 

Jin Ha-yul sighed.

 

“More importantly, what’s that in your hand?”

 

Jin Ha-young pointed at the panel.

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

“Nothing my ass—it’s obviously voyeur footage of Dad. Wanna rub one out together while watching?”

 

“No thanks.”

 

Jin Ha-yul said firmly.

 

“Aww~ I’m suffering from horniness here~”

 

“No. This time, according to doctrine, I’ll offer my chaste body to Father.”

 

“…While ass-fingering yourself?”

 

“Ahem…”

 

Jin Ha-yul awkwardly turned her head away.

 

“Hehe, my little sister is so cute.”

 

Ha-young pinched Ha-yul’s cheek.

 

“Ow, unnie.”

 

“Anyway.”

 

Jin Ha-young asked with a serious expression.

 

“You’re really not going to get involved with Dad’s situation?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Jin Ha-yul nodded.

 

“It’s all a trial! Father and I are bound by fate—”

 

“Stop—stop! You’ve been saying that for twenty years already!”

 

Jin Ha-young covered her ears.

 

“Fate or whatever—just go find him and jump him already.”

 

“Since it’s my first time, I want to guide the situation exactly how I want!”

 

Jin Ha-young sighed.

 

“Well, if that’s what you want, then fine.”

 

“What about you, unnie? What are you going to do?”

 

“Me? When I meet Dad, I’ll probably kidnap him, squeeze him dry for about a week, then let him go?”

 

Jin Ha-yul shook her head.

 

“That’s against the rules.”

 

“I’m just going along for the fun anyway. Marriage? Not interested~”

 

At that answer, Jin Ha-yul sighed again.

 

***

 

“Hmm.”

 

I looked down at the sleeping child. Breathing steady, but we couldn’t keep her here long. They would definitely come to retrieve her. And they wouldn’t be quiet about it.

 

The door opened and Baek Ah-yeon entered.

 

“Honey.”

 

Her expression was grim.

 

“As expected. Someone’s tracking us.”

 

“Did you find out who’s pursuing us?”

 

“…No. It’s not easy.”

 

“How high is the chance this place gets found?”

 

“Pretty high.”

 

I nodded.

 

This was a hastily prepared hideout. Short on money and time. It was always meant to be temporary and disposable. Perfection wasn’t possible.

 

As long as we kept the child with us, the pursuit would continue. But abandoning her wouldn’t end it either.

 

They wouldn’t just let go of someone who ruined their plans.

 

“How do we protect this kid.”

 

At my words, Baek Ah-yeon fell silent for a moment. We both knew it wasn’t an easy question.

 

“It won’t be simple.”

 

I thought of Bianca, but no—she couldn’t be trusted either.

 

No matter how attractive she was, that didn’t guarantee benevolence.

 

“…In the end, there are only two choices.”

 

I spoke slowly, organizing my thoughts.

 

“First, we keep her with us and protect her to the end.”

 

“Second, we cut all ties and disappear completely.”

 

After I finished, silence fell for a moment.

 

Baek Ah-yeon clearly wanted the first option. It was written all over her face.

 

But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. No matter how much she wanted to protect the child, she knew that choice could immediately threaten our family’s safety.

 

Risking everything to protect one child.

 

That wasn’t courage—it was closer to irresponsibility.

 

“What do you want to do, honey?”

 

The question brought many thoughts.

 

‘I want to kill those fucking bastards right now.’

 

But we didn’t even know who was tracking us.

 

“First, we need information on who the enemy is.”

 

I said slowly.

 

“We need to know who’s after us before we can respond.”

 

“Find an info broker?”

 

“No. Those guys would sell our info right back if it benefited them or if we became a threat. Just like twenty years ago.”

 

“Then?”

 

“That decker we used to contact twenty years ago—is he still reachable?”

 

“I haven’t contacted him since that incident, so I don’t know.”

 

“Try reaching out anyway.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Decker.

 

The term for the most dangerous hackers who handle the darkest information.

 

Megacorp black databases, government classified files—they had access to it all.

 

If anyone could identify who was pursuing us, it was them.

 

They weren’t trustworthy either, but they were more reliable than brokers.

 

Baek Ah-yeon took out her smartphone and began sending a message somewhere.

 

—beep

 

We waited in silence for a reply.

 

One minute.

 

Two minutes.

 

Five minutes.

 

“…No answer.”

 

Baek Ah-yeon sighed.

 

“It’s been twenty years after all—”

 

At that moment, the entire screen went black, and green text appeared.

 

[ZERO: Long time no see, Mirage.]