Unleashing Pleasure
I explained my situation to him, filtering the details appropriately, and asked him to wait since meeting in reality would be difficult. He would have liked hearing that my master was a strong male, but the Blackmen were far too dangerous even for her. Fortunately, he said he had no plans to visit Eden anytime soon and agreed to postpone any meeting until I asked for one in the real world. Once my master became the ruler of Eden, even they wouldn't be able to act recklessly, so I considered the time bought to be enough.
To repay him for granting my request, I used the techniques I had learned from Theo and worked my hips diligently until I made him climax once more. Even though it was already his sixth ejaculation, a massive amount of semen flooded my insides. “I think I understand why women become prisoners after sleeping with Blackmen.”
“The males of this continent are weak. Their sexual stamina is far inferior to ours.”
“Is the difference really that big?” Since the only men I had directly experienced were Theo and Havid, a direct comparison was impossible.
“Their cocks are small, their stamina is low, and they hit their limit after about two ejaculations. Pathetic.”
Hmm. Asad had been satisfied after just two handjobs, and the men Stella had dealt with also struggled after two rounds, so maybe two was the average? Theo could manage four, and Havid had already ejaculated six times. Even after all that, both of them still had energy to spare. They were clearly superior males.
“Blackmen really are superior. But why do you ask women to bring other women along?”
“You’re a strong female, so you wouldn’t understand, but ordinary females can’t handle our libido. They usually pass out around the third ejaculation and can’t get up again.”
“So you need many women to be satisfied. Is that why you turned all the prostitutes in the brothel into Queens?”
“Exactly.”
As he spoke, he shifted into a doggy-style position and resumed thrusting. Haa, he still wants more? He really is incredible. His cock pistoned rapidly, treating my body like nothing more than a masturbation tool for his own pleasure. Only after three more ejaculations did he finally seem satisfied. He carried me to the bathroom and washed me clean.
Because he hadn’t been particularly sadistic this time and had even tried to avoid making me feel guilty, I only pretended to climax. My condition had recovered somewhat. Whew. Pleasure was nice, but too much of it made it hard to satisfy the other person, so I would need to moderate myself carefully when dealing with Havid.
“I tried to be as careful as possible. Is the child in your belly all right?”
“Yes, it’s fine.”
He certainly preferred rough sex, but unlike during combat, he avoided any actions that would put direct shock on my lower abdomen. It was strangely considerate treatment for someone being used as a meat toilet. The way he carefully cleaned my semen-covered pussy made it feel like he actually cared about me.
“You’re a meat toilet I’ll be using from now on, so of course I have to take care of you. You should manage your own body thoroughly as well.”
“Huu. Master, how about becoming my sparring partner?”
“Combat training? Hmm, that sounds good. Sparring with you will help improve my own skills too.”
After promising to have sex with him after our sparring session, I left the bathroom. Instead of the bed that was now a mess of semen and love juices, I sat on a chair to rest when he spoke.
“Hmm, it’s already past seven. I have some business to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first. Come back at three in the afternoon.”
“Yes, Master.”
After seeing him log out in a hurry, I logged out as well, and my consciousness returned to the outside world. When I came out, my master was in the middle of breakfast. She was eating busily, with a large pile of fresh vegetables, bread, and fruit in front of her. Lately she had been eating a mostly vegetarian diet, apparently having learned somewhere that it would make her breast milk taste better.
By the way, was this the dormitory? It had been a while since I’d been here. Ah, I needed to meet Kate too.
‘Master, I’m back.’
‘You’re here? Then report.’
‘Yes.’
I explained as concisely as possible that I had sex with a Blackman instead of Theo, omitting the part about fighting, and told her that I had decided to become Havid’s meat toilet. My master’s voice came back sounding incredulous.
‘My goodness. You made another male in the meantime? Weren’t you supposed to like that guy named Theo?’
‘I still like Theo.’
‘What about this Havid? You said you were going to be his meat toilet.’
‘My affection for Theo increases the pleasure I feel as a meat toilet.’
‘What is this… It feels like you’re becoming more and more of an irredeemable pervert. What’s going on?’
I tried to explain the pleasure of guilt, but my master didn’t understand. Instead, she seemed worried that I was turning into a pervert and was trying to think of a solution.
‘I think I made a mistake. If pleasure is only released through one specific fetish, it seems like it could run wild. This might be a high possibility for other angels as well.’
‘Is it that big of a problem?’
‘It is a big problem. It’s my fault. Extremes are never good, but because of the fixed notion of angels, I was only thinking about restricting pleasure. Just look at you—you’re using the man you like to pursue pleasure. This won’t do. Hold on a moment.’
‘What? What are you—’
My master did something, and my consciousness suddenly began to fade. Feeling my consciousness return, I called out to her.
‘Master, what happened?’
‘I modified your brain and removed all restrictions on pleasure.’
‘What? Then as an angel, sex for the sake of the other person—’
‘We already saw through Stella what happens to an angel whose emotions have been erased and who only experiences limited climax pleasure. And you’ve shown what happens when an angel who has regained her emotions has only one specific fetish’s pleasure unlocked. No matter which direction the angels regain their emotions in, it won’t be a good state.’
‘So you decided to release everything?’
‘Yes. And rather than emotionless, pleasureless dolls who only serve others, wouldn’t angels who genuinely care for their partners and feel pleasure while serving them be better for the women?’
I could feel my master’s thoughts and heart becoming more human at an alarming rate, but I was surprised that she was thinking more deeply about angels than I was. Well, since the angel training would instill the instinct to serve others anyway, it would probably be fine.
‘The angels are becoming even more completely human-like.’
‘Since they’re being used as angels for my purposes, I should show them as much consideration as possible.’
After all, the angels would still have to work in the sex industry for my master and the new Eden we would build. Moreover, as symbiotic partners with the Abaddon, they were important beings, so they deserved that much consideration. As expected, my master thought more deeply than I did.
By the way, even though the pleasure restrictions had been lifted, I didn’t feel any difference yet.
‘I don’t know what’s changed right now.’
‘Well, from now on you’ll properly feel pleasure even during ordinary sexual intercourse. You won’t be as biased toward one particular fetish just to obtain pleasure.’
‘Hmm.’
Now that I thought about it, I had been strongly inclined to deliberately recall Theo and feel guilty just to obtain pleasure. It couldn’t be helped—since the pleasure obtained from ordinary intercourse was so small, I had to stimulate my fetishes to feel mental pleasure. At least the men I had met so far all had strong sadistic tendencies, so I could climax by stimulating my masochistic side, but once the pain ended, I couldn’t reach climax through intercourse alone.
‘Still, I think it’s already too late for me. I still feel pleasure from the guilt when I’m treated like a meat toilet.’
‘At least you won’t become more extreme by clinging only to guilt. If I had left it as is, you would have done even worse things just to obtain pleasure.’
‘…It’s hard to deny.’
As my master said, if I could feel sufficient pleasure from intercourse itself, I probably wouldn’t deliberately do more extreme things just to obtain pleasure. Toward the end, I had even been having more extreme thoughts.
Wait, if there were no restrictions on pleasure during ordinary intercourse, it would be difficult to handle Havid. What should I do?
‘I’m worried whether I’ll be able to endure when I’m treated as a meat toilet.’
‘Are Blackmen really that amazing?’
‘He ejaculated nine times yesterday.’
‘What? Is he a monster?’
‘He does have monstrous stamina.’
When my master showed interest in the Blackmen, I told her in detail about my sex with Havid. Though my twisted fetishes made my impressions a bit strange, my master seemed to have developed a strong interest in the Blackmen.
‘There are males that excellent? I want to meet one myself.’
‘No. It’s still too early for you, Master.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘If you have sex with a Blackman without any experience, you won’t be able to handle it.’
‘What is this shameless brat saying? Who said anything about meeting and having sex right away? And do I look like the kind of woman who would easily succumb to pleasure?’
‘Based on what I’ve seen of you so far, there’s a high probability you would succumb.’
Even though Asad was good at foreplay, the fact that she had climaxed so easily from just that showed that my master was definitely weak to pleasure. The fact that she, who hated being controlled, had been so easily brainwashed into becoming a dairy cow and even liked it was probably because she had fallen into pleasure. It would be dangerous in many ways for a virgin like my master to experience the incredible sex that could make even an angel climax despite limited pleasure.
‘Once you’ve gained more experience and become more accustomed to pleasure, I’ll introduce you to a Blackman.’
‘Are you looking down on me because I’m a virgin?’
‘Yes.’
‘You little—how dare you, Elisha!’
‘Yes, next virgin.’
Honestly, the only area where I could one-up my master was sexual experience, so I felt a little smug. Aack!
‘Master, I was wrong!’
‘A slave who teases her master deserves to be punished!’
‘Kyaa!’
Thanks to my master alternating between pain and pleasure depending on my answers, I screamed and moaned in turn for a long while before finally being forgiven. Receiving both pain and pleasure made my affection and obedience toward my master grow even stronger. Haa, my master’s training skills had improved.
‘Huu, I’m sorry.’
‘You’re my symbiotic partner and friend, but you must always remember that you’re still a slave. Understood?’
‘Yes, Master.’
After disciplining me, my master, who had finished eating the bread and fruit, poured dressing on her salad and said, “If we can obtain their genetic information, the ability to strengthen the host’s body might evolve.”
‘It would be amazing if a Blackman became a host.’
‘Our country doesn’t need male hosts. It wouldn’t help the Abaddon’s reproduction method.’
‘That’s a shame. Ah, and there’s no law saying only female angels have to do prostitution. How about operating male prostitutes as well to attract foreign women? We can soak suitable women in pleasure and make them settle in Eden.’
My master stopped eating her salad and spoke in a surprised voice. “Sometimes you come up with good ideas out of nowhere, Elisha. I’ll have to think about that.”
‘Hehe, I can do it when I try.’
While my master slept after finishing her meal, I began handling the backlog of work. I met Kate and caught up, went shopping and bought high-heeled boots and a corset. They would be uncomfortable to wear under the latex suit for training, so I had bought them separately. And while my master was taking care of personal matters after waking up, I worked hard on combinations to create a child that would make Isabel a host. I spent a lot of time combining the high-grade eggs my master had prepared in advance with her genes to create a suitable child.
Since Isabel was a genius herself, I needed a child with intellectual abilities good enough to assist a genius. I was combining them with the sole goal of intellectual ability, but it wasn’t easy to create a child that was outstanding enough to satisfy me.
‘It’s not easy to create a child with better intellectual abilities than Stella. By the way, has there been any contact from Stella?’
‘Ah, she said she got pregnant.’
‘Pregnant? With a human baby?’
‘Yeah. Since they all do it together every time, she doesn’t know which of the three is the father, but she said it doesn’t really matter.’
‘That’s impressive.’
Stella seemed to be living harmoniously with those three men. From what I heard, she had somehow charmed them into a polyandrous marriage and was being treated like a queen in that household. She had several maid androids in that large mansion and was enjoying a luxurious life.
Wow, Stella is amazing.
‘She said she’s experimenting with making the baby a symbiotic partner from the time it’s born, like you mentioned before. She’s selecting good eggs and good sperm to fertilize, and as soon as implantation happens, she’s making them symbiotic with Abaddon to induce growth. I hope it works out.’
‘So she’s basically the first case of womb symbiosis?’
‘If no other Queens have tried it, then it would be the first.’
If we successfully turned Eden into an Abaddon nation, all female babies born there would be born through womb symbiosis. A perfect symbiotic relationship that lasts from birth to death. They would grow up naturally as symbiotic partners with the Abaddon from the time their self was formed in childhood. And speaking of other Queens, I thought of the young Queen I had met before. I wondered how she was doing.
‘Girls born through womb symbiosis will naturally grow up as Eden’s angels according to the Abaddon’s guidance.’
‘The new generation of womb symbiosis is our future. More importantly, after we establish the country, didn’t you say we wouldn’t be taming humans?’
‘Children aren’t being tamed—they’re growing up together, so it’s different. And it was you who suggested educating all the women and turning them into angels.’
‘Oh right, that’s true. I’m not in a position to talk.’
Now that I thought about it, at some point my own aversion to taming humans had disappeared. Was it because I myself had been tamed? I wondered.