The Piercing Request
Elisha rubbed her wet folds slowly against the hard cock poking at her lower belly and asked, “Oppa, are you feeling better now?”
“Yeah. Much better. Mmm~ Feels good.”
He fondled her breasts, sucking on her nipples while she stroked and caressed his shaft, enjoying the foreplay. As he kneaded her breasts and savored their texture, he suddenly spoke up, his eyes fixed on her erect nipples. “Elisha, want to get your nipples pierced?”
“Piercings?”
“I’ve had a thing for them since I was a kid. Watching piercings sway with the bounce of big breasts.”
She remembered he had been a precocious boy from a young age, so it made sense he would have that kind of fantasy. Still, nipple piercings were far more inconvenient than she had expected. “I’ve tried nipple piercings before. They’re more bothersome than you’d think. They catch on clothes, and if you’re not careful, they hurt.”
“You’ve done it before? Tch. Let’s put it in first.”
He gripped her waist again, lifting her up and aligning his cock with her entrance before lowering her down. His shaft, slick with her abundant arousal, slid in smoothly until her mound pressed flush against his body. She gently squeezed the cock filling her depths.
“Hoo, Elisha’s pussy really is the best. By the way, you said you’ve done it before? Ah, right—you mentioned you used to be a sex slave.”
“Yes. It was a long time ago, and it disappeared when my body was converted into a prosthetic.”
“I heard nipple piercings increase sensitivity. Did you notice that?”
“That part is true. It hurts at first, but once you get used to it, the stimulation becomes pleasurable.”
“Get them pierced. No—my women are all getting them.”
The moment he heard that piercings could heighten sexual pleasure, he immediately ordered everyone to get them. His tone was almost petulant, and she exchanged glances with the women watching them. Ekaterina and Ruya looked slightly flustered, while Charlotte simply stared blankly, unsure what was happening. The two wives shot her pleading looks, clearly hoping she would talk him out of it since she had more sexual freedom than they did as his legal wives.
“Do we really have to do it?”
“Forcing it feels a bit… off, doesn’t it?”
He glanced around at his wives. Charlotte remained oblivious, while Ruya and Ekaterina looked away. Sensing their disapproval, his erection began to soften. “Mmm… Yeah, forcing it probably isn’t a good idea.”
“Thank you for understanding, Oppa.”
The women who met her eyes gave her a thumbs-up. But when the nipple piercing idea was rejected, his cock deflated noticeably. She wondered why it was so easy to read his mood through his shaft. She tightened her inner muscles from a light, teasing grip to a firm, squeezing hold, milking him.
“Ugh!”
“You really want to put piercings on all the women?”
“W-wait. Ease up a little.”
“Then get hard again.”
She squeezed tightly enough to make him wince and rolled her hips, stimulating him until his softened cock began to swell once more. Adjusting her grip to match his growing size, she watched his expression relax.
“Whew. I really can’t win against you, Elisha. You really do have a top-tier pussy.”
“Did you think I was a succubus for nothing?”
“Then get the piercings. Please.”
“Aah, don’t beg while you’re inside me.”
He stood up, thrusting deep and pulling back repeatedly as he begged her to get pierced. Gripping his shoulders, she moved her hips in rhythm with him and asked, “Haah, why do you keep pushing me so hard?”
“You’ve got experience from your sex slave days, so you can do it again, right?”
“Technically, it wasn’t during my sex slave days. Nngh.”
“I’m not letting you go until you agree.”
He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, where he and his wives launched a coordinated assault.
“This is cheating… Kyaaang!”
“When fighting a succubus with sex, a joint attack is the best strategy!”
“Charlotte, Ruya. Hold her down properly.”
“Got it, nyang!”
With her arms pinned on either side, she was helplessly penetrated while Ekaterina teased her. Her body, already hypersensitive from the long period of orgasm denial training, lit up with overwhelming pleasure as multiple erogenous zones were attacked at once. At least becoming an android had separated her emotions from her reason, so she could still assess the situation clearly.
“Master is a masochist, so you should add some hitting.”
“I don’t like hitting women.”
“Since Master is a doll with her own will, simply giving her pleasure won’t work. You need to give her masochistic pleasure to make her submit.”
“Ruya, aren’t you going too far? Haang!”
“Wait, is that true? That Elisha is a doll?”
Ruya’s slip had already exposed Elisha’s masochistic tendencies, but she hadn’t expected her to reveal that she was a doll as well. Their relationship had grown deep enough that secrets no longer mattered much, but revealing Elisa’s existence was still problematic.
“Yes. Master was originally a succubus based on the human race, but she was remodeled by the Angel Program into an angel doll. That’s why she has a full-body prosthesis. Think of her as a high-performance android with free will and advanced artificial intelligence.”
“That would be dangerous if it got out on Earth.”
“That’s why I told my family first. It was also a way of asking for help keeping the secret.”
“Of course we’ll keep it. You’re family.”
Gwangnam spoke seriously even as he continued thrusting. From what Ruya said, she had condensed Elisha’s complicated background as much as possible, hiding the difficult truths. Things like Abaddon or Elisa were still secrets. Ruya smiled at her as if asking for approval, and Elisha nodded. Revealing this much meant there was no need to discuss her deeper identity.
“Turning a living human into a doll… That’s cruel.”
“So is Elisha human, nyang, or a doll, nyang?”
“She’s a doll with the personality of Elisha.”
“Aren’t dolls inanimate? Can you really call that alive, nyang?”
“She’s clearly alive, but if we’re being precise, she’s not human. She’s closer to a human-shaped sex bot made for sex.”
“Unyang. Complicated, nyang.”
Even while Gwangnam focused on sex, the two continued their conversation. Ekaterina, who had been caressing Elisha’s upper body with hands and tongue, spoke up. “If she’s a doll, then she must have an owner, right? Who is Elisha’s owner?”
Ruya hesitated at the unexpected question. Ekaterina really wasn’t someone to underestimate—she had a knack for hitting the core. Seeing Ruya falter, Elisha answered first. “Hnn, my owner is right here with me.”
“Does that mean you’re your own owner?”
“Think whatever’s easiest. It’s complicated for me too.”
“Forget that. Elisha is just Elisha. Being a doll doesn’t change anything, does it?”
Gwangnam cut off Ekaterina’s next question with a firm tone. “Honestly, I don’t see the difference between a doll and a human. When I look at Elisha, do I think ‘doll’? To me, she’s just my woman with a pussy. I’ve got an elf, a beastkin, and a nun from another dimension as my women, so an angel doll isn’t a problem.”
“Oh my, how generous. I’ll follow my husband’s wishes.”
“I don’t really get it either, but if Husband says it’s fine, then it’s fine, nyang.”
The serious expression on his face made him seem more masculine than before. She finally understood what Ekaterina had meant when she said a man is shaped by his woman. He had grown so much that she could no longer see the frivolous playboy he used to be. Her regard and affection for him rose even higher, and then he spoke again.
“So get the nipple piercings.”
“Why are we back to piercings all of a sudden?”
“Aww, come on~ Do it for me~”
“Ugh, fine. Stop with the pointless aegyo and just fuck me.”
“Really? Yes!”
He really was the type whose true nature never changed easily. Having finally secured her promise for the piercings, he excitedly held only her until they fell asleep. She felt a bit guilty about monopolizing him for the whole night, but the others seemed understanding. Gwangnam’s blue vital energy had an oddly refreshing yet warm taste that was hard to describe.
At the family’s insistence, they eventually called a merchant to get custom equipment made. “Damon said he’ll be here in about thirty minutes.”
“I still don’t see why we need custom gear.”
“It’s a gift from the head of the house for Master, so just accept it.”
“It feels a little hurtful that Ruya seems to prioritize Oppa over me, her master, these days.”
“I serve Master as Master and the head of the house as the head of the house. But since Master is also the head’s woman, it’s a bit confusing sometimes.”
She voiced her own troubles. It seemed she was struggling with the gap between her status as Gwangnam’s concubine—who saw her master as a subordinate—and her status as a slave. “Even if I’m called his woman, I’m ultimately just a sex partner. Ruya, you just need to think of yourself as my slave and his concubine.”
“For someone who’s supposedly just a sex partner, you’re awfully close—calling him Oppa and all. Are you sure you don’t want to become his concubine?”
“I told you, I’m Elisa’s property. Just like Ruya had to get my permission to marry, I can’t marry on my own either.”
“That’s a shame, but I suppose there’s no helping it.”
Ruya looked disappointed but accepted it without complaint. While chatting with Ruya, they waited in the living room for Damon, watching TV. A program about the economic ripple effects of international mana stone price fluctuations featured an interview with an expert. The expert, a beastkin with fluffy wool-like hair and horizontally elongated pupils, was earnestly explaining her knowledge. She tried to make it as simple and detailed as possible, but Elisha’s lack of background knowledge made most of it incomprehensible.
From what little she could grasp, the expert argued that the rising value of mana stones due to global increases in mana consumption could cause the prices of various mana-based magical items to skyrocket, and that proactive countermeasures were necessary.
“That auntie still looks healthy.”
“Do you know her?”
“She’s one of my mother’s disciples. I’ve met her a few times. She’s a respected scholar in her field.”
Realizing that the expert on TV was an acquaintance made her newly aware of just how prestigious Ruya’s family was. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
“Ah, he must be here.”
Ruya went to the door and returned to the living room with the massive, imposing Damon. He wore the same neat suit and carried the same briefcase as when they first met, smiling despite his intimidating appearance. “Good day. Thank you for calling me. I’ll do my best to satisfy you.”
“Hello.”
“Hey, don’t overdo it. Sit down and let’s talk first. I’ll go get some drinks.”
Since an outsider had arrived, Ruya suppressed her usual rebellious attitude and headed to the kitchen. Elisha sat across from Damon. He skillfully placed his briefcase on the table, took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, and put them on before speaking. “I heard you’re looking for custom hunter equipment. Is the budget around 300 million, focused on weapons?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Davison Company has contracts with many excellent artisans. If you look at these documents first…”
He took the lead in the conversation with practiced ease, rattling off explanations. “…So we can handle most orders. What kind of weapon are you looking for?”
“Well, I mainly fight in close-quarters combat.”
“That’s a very rare fighting style for a hunter. In that case, we have combat gloves and greaves suited for that, but we’ll need to adjust the sizing.”
“Can I see them first?”
“Of course. Take your time.”
She examined the documents he handed her. They listed the equipment’s name, maker, manufacturer, distributor, and detailed information along with photos. The gloves ranged from short ones that reached the wrist to long ones that covered up to the shoulder. Hmm. Since the forearm and thigh sections had external panels for cooling, maybe the shorter gloves would be better? ‘Right now I’m limiting my output anyway to avoid unexpected damage, so full shoulder coverage would be best.’ ‘You were watching?’ ‘I turned off the sound but left the screen on. For the greaves, pick the long ones if possible.’ ‘Long ones, huh? Let me see.’
She set aside the short styles and organized only the long ones. Just then, Ruya returned with a tray of coffee and snacks. After serving everyone, she showed interest in choosing the equipment as well. “Making good progress?”
“I’m looking, but I don’t know what to buy.”
“Ah, that workshop has bad value. The performance is good, but it’s way too expensive. This workshop’s products are cheap, but the performance is lacking.”
“As expected of a high-ranking hunter like you, Lady Ruya. The product I recommend is this one. It’s made by a recently rising small-to-medium workshop and has received excellent reviews for its cost-performance ratio. More importantly, it’s one of the rare places that makes products exclusively for female hunters.”
The documents Damon pulled out contained sleek, agile-looking equipment that contrasted with the bulky designs of the others.