The Stigma #3
I opened the front door of the detached house in Uijeongbu at dawn that day, and the corner of my mouth lifted when Yuria came running toward me in a frantic hurry. She had been waiting for me in her pajamas, and now she smiled brightly.
Yuria had slipped out of the house while I, pretending to be Kim Taegon, was asleep. She had rushed all the way to Uijeongbu to deliver good news to me. Her loyalty was truly admirable.
"It's been a while. And Jihyeok, my father..."
Her face was flushed as she tried to relay Kim Taegon's answer. I shook my head, cutting her off.
I entered the master bathroom, filled the large bathtub with water, and sank into it, stretching my legs out with a long sigh. When I turned my head, I saw Yuria fidgeting restlessly through the gap in the open door.
The moment permission was granted, she rushed in and dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor. She held the chain leash with both hands, waiting for me to extend mine. It had become a basic routine by now.
I took the leash from Yuria and slowly twisted my wrist while looking at her heavily swollen, bright red breasts.
"Yes. From now on, Father says he won't bring up the matter of management rights. He said he'll meet you today—no, tomorrow—to settle the management rights issue and then apologize."
"Right? And he said he won't do anything that might upset you from now on."
I let out a satisfied chuckle and spoke to Yuria, whose eyes were sparkling like a child craving praise.
When I omitted the honorific, Yuria looked flustered. But she soon smiled again and nodded firmly.
"Father... loves me."
Yuria looked horrified at those words.
"Yes. I look a lot like my mother, who was killed by Tyrat's hand."
Well now. Strictly speaking, it wasn't me who killed her—it was my subordinates... That's a bit harsh.
Moisture began to gather in Yuria's eyes. It seemed thinking of her mother made her miss her. I lightly tugged on the chain so she wouldn't dwell on other thoughts.
At that, Yuria slowly stood and stepped into the bathtub. She sat demurely between my spread legs and began massaging every inch of my body. Each time her slender fingers touched me, a strange, sensual sensation spread.
My cock, gradually hardening, must have stimulated her. She glanced at my expression before timidly fondling my balls.
"Mmm..."
When I let out a low groan, she seemed delighted. She gently scratched my scrotum with her nails and softly massaged my balls. With her other hand, she gripped my thigh and kneaded it firmly. Despite possessing a body far stronger than any ordinary human, she controlled her strength perfectly.
Yuria, who had been diligently arousing me, asked,
"Ah, yes..."
Yuria clicked her tongue in slight disappointment and drew closer. Then she began massaging my shoulders with both hands in earnest.
After receiving her massage for a while, I spoke.
"H-how did you know?"
"....."
Yuria, who had grown gloomy, brightened again. She must have felt guilty for getting angry at her father, but my praise turned that into joy. Good. Very good. This was how I would continue to erode her morality. And make her feel pleasure from it.
I gave an order to Yuria, who was still kneading my shoulders.
"Y-yes...!"
Her face lit up as she stretched her legs and wrapped them around my waist. She draped her arms around my neck and pulled her body close. Looking at her flawless face pressed tightly against mine, I couldn't help but smile.
She would soon become an Evil Valkyrie like Sehwa... A threesome wasn't far off.
But what about Yuria's suit? I hadn't made it yet. No. Once Yuria fell, there would be no need to be cautious... I'd take my time with that. If necessary, I could have Marcela do it, or capture some smart humans who knew how to handle Polymus and force them to make it. Corrupting the Doctor and having her create it with me wouldn't be a bad idea either.
At my gentle voice, Yuria's body trembled.
".... Pardon?"
Yuria furrowed her brows. She clenched her teeth.
"It seems so..."
Yuria fell into thought. The answer was obvious. She must have excluded it from consideration because she didn't want to admit it.
After deep contemplation, she answered.
"Who is that?"
"If you mean the leader... you're talking about my father..."
"....."
Yuria swallowed hard. She didn't want to accept that the father she had thought of as a wise king was actually a flawed leader. She wanted to deny it, but now that she was steeped in my malice, she was already beginning to recognize Kim Taegon as a tyrant in her heart.
I posed the question and pressed firmly into her armpit.
"Ahng...!"
She shuddered and let out a moan. I asked again.
"I-it does seem that way... Certainly... Father was a bit too soft... Haa...♡"
Normally, even with the Stigma appearing, Yuria would have defended Kim Taegon. Because the crest hadn't fully bloomed yet. But once she was even slightly aroused, it was different. She would give the answer I wanted in order to please me, and this was exactly that moment.
All I had to do now was keep arousing her so she couldn't think straight and brainwash her with words. Make her believe that everything she said during our intimacy was sincere. And if I could also make her feel pleasure through degradation like Sehwa, it would be perfect.
Having heard her answer, I rocked my hips and rubbed my fully erect cock near her pussy. After teasing her for a moment, I said,
".... Hngh♡ That's right... If Jihyeok had ruled the kingdom..."
I continued stimulating her erogenous zones while teasing her with the tip of my cock, keeping it just out of reach.
"Huuu... Father..."
Squelch...
"Hiiyah...♡"
I grabbed my cock and slid just the tip into her entrance. Her body jerked. With a single powerful spasm, she drew an elegant S-curve like an idol performing a wave, expressing her extreme arousal with her entire body.
"Hyaah... Yesss..."
Squish.
I pushed my cock a little deeper, and Yuria's pupils rolled upward.
"Uwaaaa..."
She moved her body violently, sending the once-still water in the bathtub into surging waves. The splashing seemed to mirror her emotional state.
Yuria's expression twisted, and a flash of resentment crossed her face. It wasn't directed at me—it was aimed at Kim Taegon. No matter how evil a monster had invaded, if he had just knelt, everyone could have survived... If he had lived quietly and bided his time for the future...
Her mind must have been filled with such thoughts.
Sssss...
At the same time, her irises turned purple for a moment before returning to normal.
I inwardly cheered and decided this was enough for now. If I crammed in too much information, she might completely break. I needed to be thorough. There was tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that... I had plenty of time to drag Yuria down.
I smiled softly and asked,
"Put it in... Please put it iiin..."
Her desperate plea. I thrust my cock all the way to the root.
Squelch!
"Kyaaaaaah♡"
Her lewd cry echoed through the bathroom as she pressed her arms tightly to her sides and trembled. Even in the midst of her excitement, she moved on her own to satisfy me. Her narrow waist snapped back seductively at first, then gradually increased in speed, turning lewd.
Every time the violently splashing water overflowed the tub, her insides tightened even more.
Squelch squelch squelch!
Yuria answered without stopping her vigorous up-and-down movements. The jingling of the bell on her collar was annoying. I unfastened the collar, tossed it aside, and placed my hands on her soft breasts, kneading them as I spoke.
"Hyaang! Haang!"
Her pussy clenched tightly around me. It was clear that insulting Aaron, the man she had once promised to marry, made her feel both uncomfortable and unbearably aroused.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
Yuria's hip movements grew faster. Cold sweat beaded on her face, and her breathing became even rougher. I focused strength on my increasingly tingling cock and continued degrading Aaron.
"Haht♡ Hiiik! Aang...!"
"Uuuu...! Aaron... Aarooon...!"
With her arms around my shoulders, Yuria kept bouncing her hips, repeatedly calling Aaron's name. After a while, she seemed to make up her mind and bit her lower lip.
A very hot sensation rose from my cock, which had been reshaping the inside of Yuria's pussy to fit my shape. Her climaxing cunt was leaking love juices. It felt like swimming upstream against a stream of water. She had cum a lot. Almost like she had wet herself.
I roughly grabbed her waist and thrust my cock as deep as possible.
"Kyaaah!"
"Yes...! Yesss...!"
Even as she frantically nodded, she tightened her grip on my shoulders. It was admirable to see her determination not to waste a single drop.
With my face twisted in concentration, I began releasing the semen I had been holding back while gripping her ass tightly with one hand.
"Hooooook♡"
Perhaps because the bruise hadn't fully healed, she let out a sound that mixed pleasurable moans with pained ones. I buried my face in her breasts and poured out my malice in full force.
Go mad. Go completely mad. And offer everything to me.