Pheromone Imprinting
I slipped out briefly while my owner slept, exercised, tended to my body, then returned to the game, fell asleep, and woke up. Sleeping inside the game with my own body gave me the rare sensation of truly resting. I was deep in a meeting with Miss Venus about brothel operations, revising the newly updated schedule, when my owner’s voice reached me.
“Elisha, are you in there again?”
“There’s simply too much work.”
“We’re heading back to the underground city tomorrow. Prepare yourself.”
“Yes, Master.”
After reporting the details of yesterday’s sex with Lord Teo and the current progress of our plans, I immersed myself in my tasks. I ate, toured the newly acquired building with Miss Venus, and refined our long-term strategy together.
“This building will serve as an exclusive brothel for those gentlemen, so we’ll install call devices in every room. When summoned, the prostitutes will be dispatched immediately for escort and cleanup.”
“Hm, that’ll make swapping the girls much more convenient.”
“Exactly. And furthermore…”
We shared every idea that had come to mind, polishing the details until they were seamless. After inspecting the entire building, we returned to Miss Venus’s room and continued our discussion.
“Whew. It really helps to have someone to share the load with. I can finally breathe.”
“Trying to handle everything alone would be pure overwork.”
“Captain Havid had good reason to trust you with this. You truly work hard. It would be wonderful if we could work together in reality as well.”
“Are you able to move about in reality?”
“That person helped me. They assigned me a dedicated guardian.”
While conversing with Miss Venus, I received a message from my Master. He wanted me in the lobby. I turned to her.
“Master has arrived. I should go down.”
“Of course. Work hard.”
“I will.”
I hurried down to the lobby and found Master waiting, his massive back turned toward me. I lowered my head respectfully and approached.
“You have arrived, Master.”
“Yes. Today we begin with sex immediately.”
“Understood.”
It was a shame we wouldn’t spar, but I followed his command and returned to the room, devoting myself completely to serving him. The frequency with which I lost consciousness had decreased, allowing me to serve him far better than before. After a deeply satisfying session, we lay together on the bed.
I traced my fingers over Master’s rugged, bulging muscles, savoring the lingering pleasure, when the intense body scent unique to Blackmen tickled my nose. Whether the pheromones were real or not, inhaling his scent always awakened primal female instincts.
“So you had sex with your husband?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You deceived him completely, I assume?”
“He never suspected a thing.”
“Well done.” He chuckled, clearly in an excellent mood. His huge hand kneaded my breast as he spoke. “Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll grant you one wish.”
The aftereffects of continuous orgasm left me extremely sensitive; the way he mauled my breasts felt overwhelming. Lately he had been granting me high-level authority and even sharing confidential plans. My credibility with him must be exceptionally high. Perhaps the Blackmen could prove useful in establishing the new Eden?
“Mmm… Master, what would you think if a city dedicated entirely to prostitution were built in reality?”
“A prostitution city?” He grunted thoughtfully. “If one actually existed, I’d want to visit immediately. Brothels are illegal on this continent and heavily taboo, so they’re almost impossible to find.”
“Would the Blackmen who come to this continent enjoy it?”
“They’d love it. They could embrace as many women as they wanted.”
As expected, they felt no aversion to the idea; they welcomed it. If we created a brothel exclusively for Blackmen in Eden, it would surely be popular. Many Blackmen would soon advance into the Eastern Continent, and Eden’s central location between the four nations would make it convenient. It could become an excellent trade asset.
“Master, the truth is that the person I serve in reality is planning to create such a prostitution city. I believe your people’s help would be invaluable. What do you think?”
“You serve someone? So that’s why you were reluctant to meet in reality. It isn’t a man, is it?”
“It is a woman.”
“Then it doesn’t matter. So you want our assistance?”
“Yes.”
When Master asked for a cigarette, I took the one resting on the small bedside table, placed it between his lips, and lit it for him. Ryuzan’s specialty cigarettes—carefully dried medicinal herbs wrapped in paper—offered both stimulating effects and a subtle addiction. Their secret recipe was difficult to replicate elsewhere, making them a highly profitable export.
Master exhaled white smoke that carried a sharp herbal scent and fell into thought. Then he placed the cigarette he had been smoking between my own lips. I inhaled reflexively. Instead of the expected sharpness, a sweet yet slightly spicy flavor spread across my tongue.
Oh, this is delicious. Maybe I should smoke one myself.
I had watched Master smoke many times but had never tried it. Though the herbs were beneficial, the addictive quality and high price had kept me from considering it. The more deeply I inhaled, the stronger the euphoric sensation that spread through my body. Master watched me and spoke.
“Seems you like it. Discovering tobacco after coming to this continent was one of my greatest gains. The sweet flavor isn’t to my taste, though. You can have the rest. Smoke as you wish.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Speaking of your prostitution city, the compensation will naturally be a brothel built for us. Correct?”
“Yes, exactly.”
As expected, his thoughts ran in the same direction. I accepted another cigarette from his hand, placed it in my mouth, and lit it. Serving him had become so natural that I performed each gesture without conscious thought.
With one hand still kneading my breast and the other holding his cigarette, Master exhaled a plume of smoke.
“The refreshing taste is definitely superior. What specific help do you require?”
“There are nobles in Tarykin who conduct backroom dealings with you, yes? If you could persuade them to support the new Eden, that would be enough.”
“Simple enough. Is that all?”
“Yes. That alone would be sufficient.”
“Very well. I accept the deal. I’ll discuss it with Lord Juba and draft a plan.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Asking for more would only increase the required compensation and complicate matters. I was satisfied with securing this contribution toward my owner’s plans. As I leisurely smoked the slowly burning cigarette, an emptiness grew between my legs.
Mmm… Lately, whenever my pussy feels empty, I get this restless, incomplete feeling.
Without realizing it, I had begun rubbing myself against Master’s thigh. He noticed immediately.
“What are you doing?”
“My… my pussy feels so empty.”
“Heh heh. What a truly lewd female you are. Spread it.”
“Yes, Master.”
I immediately lay back and spread my legs wide. Master’s hand moved to my sex as he spoke.
“The pussy that used to clamp shut so tightly now opens by itself, showing me everything inside.”
“It can’t be helped once it’s been pierced by your cock, Master.”
Even now, my folds fluttered with anticipation, eagerly awaiting him. He toyed with my dripping pussy for a moment before driving his rigid, twitching cock deep inside me.
“Haaang…”
“Hoo… It feels like it’s molded perfectly to my cock now.”
“It is the cock that uses my pussy the most, after all.”
“You’re the only strong female capable of fully accepting my vigor. It’s a shame I can’t see you in reality.”
“Mmmh…”
My owner was no longer a virgin and now had a boyfriend. Perhaps it would be fine for Master to meet her?
While Master moved slowly inside me, I sent a message to my owner.
Master.
What is it?
I made a deal with my Master here. I asked him to persuade the Tarykin nobles to support the new Eden we’re building.
Really? What did he say?
In exchange for building a brothel exclusively for the Blackmen, he gave his word that he would secure their support.
That’s all it took? Just building them a brothel?
Yes. Relieving their sexual frustration is an enormous issue for Blackmen. Many will soon cross into the Eastern Continent, but as you know, brothels and prostitutes are heavily taboo there. It creates serious problems for them.
If we can gain Tarykin’s support, that’s excellent. Proceed.
My owner seemed more pleased than I had expected. Good. I decided to press my luck.
You have a boyfriend now, and you’re no longer a virgin. So I wanted to ask you something.
What?
I’d like to meet Master in reality. Is that acceptable?
Acceptable? I was the one who originally wanted to meet. It doesn’t matter to me.
But if we meet, we’ll have sex right away. You said you would only have sex with Rico.
It’s your body having sex with that man. What does it have to do with me? I told you before—we share the same body, so it can’t be helped. Don’t worry and do as you like.
Thank you, Master.
She truly had a unique perspective on physical matters. Even though it was her body being used by another man, she drew a clear line because the consciousness in control was mine. With permission granted, I could meet him without concern.
While I conversed with my owner, Master remained still, holding me with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. My breasts were pressed against his chest, making it slightly difficult to breathe, yet I could feel his heart beating in a relaxed rhythm and stayed quiet. The rapid heartbeat that had raced with excitement gradually calmed under the sense of security he provided, slowing to match his own tranquil pulse. It seemed I derived great comfort from simply being held by a man.
“Master, shall we meet in reality then?”
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t meet me directly?”
“I received permission from the person I serve. She said it’s fine.”
“Good. We’ll meet this weekend.”
“Yes, Master.”
Still joined with me, Master rolled onto his side, pillowed my head on his arm, and wrapped the other around my back, enclosing me in his embrace.
“It’s already eleven… From now on, we’ll always sleep like this, so adjust your schedule accordingly.”
“Always?”
That would require changing my exercise routine. Since my owner had become a complete homebody, morning workouts would probably be acceptable.
“Sleeping with my cock inside your pussy is a time-honored Daviwana method for taming slaves. You’ll understand once you experience it yourself.”
With those words, he closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and fell asleep. I lay there watching his face. His cock, slightly softened in sleep, no longer felt painfully rigid and instead filled me with a perfect, comforting fullness. The rich Blackman scent mixed with tobacco smoke flooded my mind through my nose. Held in his powerful arms, impaled on his cock and breathing in his pheromones, I felt affection for him blooming within me. Now I understood why this was an effective method of taming slaves.
I relaxed my slightly tense body, nestled deeper into his embrace, and fell asleep.
I woke to a surge of pleasure between my legs. Master was lazily savoring my pussy. My body instinctively clenched around him, causing his cock to swell and twitch even harder.
Haa… Waking up to pleasure feels even better.
The wet, squelching sounds continued.
“How does it feel to experience it directly?” Master asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Still savoring the now-familiar scent and the feeling of his cock, I answered.
“It felt wonderful. Now I understand why it has such a long history.”
“Continued use of this method will completely bind a slave to her master. She’ll never be able to escape.”
He leaned down and kissed me. We tangled our tongues for a long while before he pulled back and rose.
“Blackmen truly seem like a race that evolved specifically to subjugate women.”
“There was actually a scientist who researched it. The pheromones mixed into our body scent create an imprinting effect on females.”
“Imprinting?”
Was he referring to the same phenomenon observed in certain birds?
“Prolonged exposure to a specific pheromone causes the female to become sexually aroused only by its owner. It generates affection and absolute obedience.”
“Only toward the owner of that pheromone?”
“It requires continuous exposure, but yes, the effect is real. That’s why one of the fastest taming methods is to sleep with the cock inserted, maintaining sexual arousal while exposing her to the pheromones. It seeps into the subconscious, making the effect even stronger.”
No wonder my feelings toward him had deepened after only one night. But the idea of becoming unable to feel arousal for anyone else was unpleasant…
“Will I no longer become aroused when I have sex with Lord Teo? I don’t like that.”
“Keep something that carries my scent nearby during sex. Or simply do it on the bed where we’ve just finished.”
“But then I wouldn’t be getting excited from sex with him, but because of your scent, Master…”
“Isn’t that better than being unable to feel anything at all?”
“Well… yes, it is.”
The guilt of being embraced by a man other than Master, mixed with the depraved thrill of my body changing to suit him while still lying with Lord Teo, created a strange, intoxicating pleasure. While I remained speechless amid that chaotic emotion, his thrusting suddenly grew faster.
Schlick, schlick.
“As my favorite slave, I will thoroughly tame you. I’ll give you a veil coated with my semen. Wear it at all times.”
“Yes. But… will you continue the taming in reality as well?”
“Of course. When we meet this weekend, I’ll give you a concentrated pheromone liquid. Spray it on the veil in reality and wear it constantly.”
Mmm… I’m not sure my owner will allow this. The pheromone content is one issue, and wearing a veil that covers my face would surely inconvenience her.
My hesitation cost me. A sharp slap landed on my cheek.
Slap!
“Didn’t I tell you to answer immediately?”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
The humiliation of being slapped and the degrading necessity of obeying commands sent masochistic pleasure surging through me.
Ugh… I have no choice. I’ll have to show my owner the appeal of the Blackman first, then persuade her.
“Mmh… But when we meet, you must embrace me really intensely, okay?”
“Hahaha. I’ll send you straight to heaven.”
His body, which had paused for the lesson, began moving again, muscles rippling. Perhaps due to the pheromones, I felt my favor toward him skyrocketing. Following his guidance, I assumed a prone position like an obedient cat and endured two more of his climaxes before bathing him and logging out.
Whew… Do I now have to serve him twice a day?
Sleeping with his cock inside me meant spending a great deal of time penetrated. I placed a mirror on the bed and examined my pussy, which had remained slightly open after being stretched for so long. It had changed dramatically from its originally tight state. When I relaxed, it stayed partially spread, the inner hole faintly visible. Only by pressing my thighs together could my plump outer lips close it again. The realization that my pussy now opened naturally whenever I spread my legs filled me with the degrading thought that it had become a vulgar cunt, and that degradation itself aroused me intensely.