Comforting the Believer with Gaslighting
I made a snap judgment. Ignore the mood. Get the information first. Their stares meant nothing—once I, their cult leader, gave the word, those gazes would vanish. What mattered now was confirming the connection between Beon Hye-ryeong and this man.
"Tell me more. Who is he?"
"Cult Leader... Cult Leader... please..."
Seeing her shed pitiful tears, my resolve started to waver. ...No. I can't let this slide. I have to see it through.
"Tell me!"
I shouted right in her face. Startled, Beon Hye-ryeong began her tearful confession.
"I... I had a boy I liked. He always smiled at me, but then..."
"And?"
"I... so shamelessly, I took the initiative and expressed my feelings to him first..."
She flirted with him, huh.
But the details didn't matter to me. What I needed was their relationship now.
"Be specific."
"I... gave him a toy to show my feelings, but he left. My body... this body is still pure, but..."
She sobbed, banging her head on the floor.
"My soul, my heart... they're already tainted. I have no face to show you, Cult Leader. Just give the order, and I'll bash my head in right here—my spirit will at least—"
"Hold on."
Something I couldn't ignore had come up.
"What toy?"
"The one I used to... express my feelings—"
The story was getting tangled. Beon Hye-ryeong seemed timid and extreme, but not unintelligent.
"How old were you?"
"Five..."
"Fuck, you remember that?"
"I'm sorry!!!!!"
I'd slipped. What should've stayed in my head had tumbled out. But it was ridiculous anyway. Here I was, busting my ass not to steal someone else's girl, and her tears were over something from when she was five.
Ah, no. Can't let my guard down.
The childhood friend pure love trope was still alive. This might just be their first encounter; I couldn't rule out them becoming lovers later.
"What next?"
"I... don't remember much after six. He must've graduated from the orphanage around then..."
"Orphanage? Graduated?"
"Yes..."
Let me piece this together. A five-year-old girl hands a toy to a seventeen-year-old boy who smiles at her, showing her affection. A year later, he graduates from the orphanage. That's it. She doesn't know anything after.
"Fuck..."
I'm racking my brain not to cause trouble, and she's making me worry over this? I knew it was all the hypnosis. It turned a trivial memory into a mortal sin. That was the root problem.
Still, it pissed me off.
"Enough. It's fine. No one else has to confess anything from before age seven."
"But my soul... it already bears another man's trace. My heart isn't pure. I don't deserve to embrace you and gain eternal life—"
"I said it's fine."
"No, I committed a grave sin and failed to realize it until now. You must punish me, Cult Leader. This slut who seduced a man deserves her due—"
"Beon Hye-ryeong!!!!!"
I bellowed at her. This wouldn't do. The hypnosis was too strong. Even if sex with her was inevitable, I didn't want to torment her in the process.
So there was only one answer: act like the cult leader. Gaslight her into accepting, 'My sins are all washed away.'
I dropped my pants. My impressive cock sprang free.
"Suck it."
"But with this filthy mouth..."
"Suck it!"
I barked, and she hurriedly took my flaccid cock in her mouth.
Hoo...
I felt her soft tongue and warm mouth. My cock swelled in seconds.
"Keep sucking."
"Cult Leader..."
"Hurry up. You want me to say it twice?"
Regardless of how much she regretted her past, Beon Hye-ryeong couldn't defy my command. The other believers watched my cock with eyes full of awe.
Tears still streaked her face, but she sucked diligently.
"Slurp, slurp, smack, slurp..."
Soon, precum leaked from my tip.
"Lick it. Swallow."
"Yes..."
Beon Hye-ryeong obediently licked and drank the precum from my cockhead.
"Who am I?"
"You, Cult Leader, are the god who descended to this land, bestowing love and mercy on the faithful to save them, wielding the sword of judgment on the faithless."
"Right. I'm a god. And holy water flows from my cock. You know that, right?"
I had no idea if the cult's scriptures said anything like that. Didn't care to know. But since she saw me as a god, she'd believe whatever I said.
"Feel it? Your soul is being purified right now. Getting clean!"
"Yes. The sweet, fragrant scent of your cock, your cock juice, the holy water—it's cleansing my soul... but..."
She shook her head, convinced someone as filthy as her couldn't be purified this easily.
"Yeah. This alone isn't enough."
I looked down at Beon Hye-ryeong kneeling before me and stroked her hair.
"But! When you serve faithfully and receive my white holy water from my cock! You'll believe then that you can be reborn pure as a newborn babe and receive salvation again, won't you?!"
"Y-yes... I... ughhh!"
Not yet, huh.
I dropped to one knee, meeting her eyes at her level.
Good. Go all in.
I sorted my thoughts quickly. It wouldn't take long, but whether she'd spend this hypnosis week in agony or blissfully happy, free of regrets, was up to me. No slacking from here on.
"Who commands you to be pure?"
"You, Cult Leader."
"Who commits sin?"
"Humans... me."
"Who divides good from evil, right from wrong, pure from impure?"
"You, Cult Leader."
"Right. Me. If I call you impure, do you have the right to declare yourself pure?"
"No."
"If I call you pure, do you have the right to declare yourself impure?"
"No..."
"When I say you will be pure, do you have the right to keep calling yourself impure?!!!"
"No!!!"
Finally getting it, Beon Hye-ryeong shouted without fear.
"Do you know you have no right, but I do?!"
"Yes! I know! I understand now, your foolish servant!"
"Then serve me now! Prove to yourself that your past sins can't hold you!"
"Yes!"
Tears still marked her face, but conviction filled her eyes. I stood tall again, and she clung to my body, sucking my cock.
"Slurp, smack, slurrrp, slurp..."
It was satisfying service. The goal was different, but I felt her mentally dominated, sucking my cock.
A few more minutes like this...
But Beon Hye-ryeong pulled off.
"C-Cult Leader. I... this lowly bitch, even with the chance to serve you... I'm unworthy, a failure. Not even human..."
She prostrated herself sincerely, blaming herself.
Damn, so close...
Should I have praised her, stroked her head, told her she was doing good? Had I leaned too hard into the cult leader role, staying too composed?
Well...
I knew how good it felt with my cock in her mouth. But she didn't—unless I moaned or praised her, she wouldn't know I was enjoying it. She might start self-flagellating for wasting the cult leader's time.
"I'll become your tool completely, Cult Leader. I'll discard my thoughts, my life, my heart—offer everything to you."
...Not just self-blame?
"And?"
"Please lift my head and use me as a tool for your cock."
I pondered briefly, then nodded.
No progress, so she's asking for irrumatio? So politely?
Why not. I sat on the floor, cock upright, and grabbed her head.
"Tell me if you can't take it."
"If it's the path to purity... I'll endure even death."
"If once fails, try twice. Twice fails, try ten times. I'll wait for you."
"Ahh... why, for this vulgar, filthy woman..."
Beon Hye-ryeong raised her head slowly, tears flowing—not of sorrow, But… of deeply moved.”
"You love me."
"Of course, my child."
I gave my most benevolent smile, locking eyes with her. Beon Hye-ryeong beamed, then bowed, exposing her crown.
The gesture.
I gripped her head tight and slammed it down onto my cock. Forcing a woman's head onto your dick, turning her mouth and throat into a cock hole. Irrumatio.