The Ice Princess Submits
"Ungh—. Uuung…."
Shlick—. Shlick—.
Her movements were clumsy.
She had no real awareness that she was giving a handjob, so her strokes along his shaft were rough and awkward.
Even the slightest reaction from him made her flinch and freeze, which only stoked his irritation.
He wanted nothing more than to grab her tiny hands and force them to move at the pace he desired.
"I-is this okay? But… is this right? I don't understand why I have to touch this and stroke it—."
"It's fine. Just move a little faster, will you?"
He spoke while barely suppressing the limits of his patience.
"Ah… okay…."
Swish, swish, swish….
Sensing the sudden shift in his tone, Arin glanced up at him and quickened her pace.
Yet her movements remained painfully cautious, as if she were still hyper-aware that she was touching someone else's intimate flesh.
She used both hands to stroke the shaft, but the gesture felt nothing like willing service meant to please a man.
Even so, his arousal held steady—fueled entirely by the sight of her innocent face as she performed the act.
"Faster."
His voice sharpened on its own. Arin looked up at him.
"Ugh…."
The moment their eyes met, she flinched and quickly averted her gaze.
Up close, he could clearly see the subtle fear she now felt toward him.
His commanding tone carried different weight when it came from a man, especially to a woman.
In this cramped, sealed space, Arin was female and he was male.
That fact meant everything. No matter how thoroughly the brainwashing controlled her mind, it hadn't erased her instinctive awareness as a woman.
Only hours ago she had looked at him with complete indifference. Now that she was conscious of him, his excitement surged.
Even a famous idol adored by the public was nothing more than a bitch with a cunt once the facade was stripped away.
The subordinate sex, forced to submit before the male.
Born to bear children through her womb.
It was the unchanging truth that had existed ever since humans were divided into male and female.
The way she now glanced at him while desperately trying to make him cum proved it.
"W-wait, is this really o-okay?"
Overwhelmed by the irresistible atmosphere, Arin suddenly felt his cock twitch violently in her hands and asked in a panic.
Despite her clumsy touch, the sheer excitement of her presence pushed him to the edge.
Instead of answering, he thrust his hips upward, ready to release.
"Something feels… huh?"
Spurt!
Thick white fluid shot high into the air like a fountain.
For a split second, Arin stared at it with wide eyes.
Drip, drip….
"Ugh!?"
The pale liquid that had soared upward rained down onto her unguarded face like falling rain.
She reflexively closed her eyes, then slowly opened them and touched her cheeks with both hands to check what had landed on her.
Trickle….
His semen slid down her face under the pull of gravity.
It left wet trails across her skin, passing over her modest chest and down toward her stomach.
Some of it ran along the fingers she was using to examine her face.
"What… is this?"
She reacted as if she had no idea what was coating her body.
She truly didn't seem to recognize it; instead of disgust, only innocent confusion filled her eyes with countless question marks.
He was stunned.
'Seriously?'
Even if she had devoted her entire life to dance and song, this level of sexual ignorance was alarming.
At this point, he almost had to praise her for even recognizing a penis.
"It's slippery… what is it? Don't tell me… it's pee?"
Arin frowned slightly as she rubbed his semen between her fingers, examining it with a mixture of curiosity, mild discomfort, and sticky fascination.
Eventually her pure gaze turned to him, silently demanding an explanation.
"Hah…."
A hollow laugh escaped him.
At the same time—
"I can't hold back anymore."
Seeing her like this made restraint impossible.
Impulse surged, but he also felt the brainwashing's power urging him forward, telling him exactly how far he could go.
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Don't move."
When Arin echoed his muttered words, he spoke with force.
"Eh…?"
The moment she tried to obey, her body refused to move as she wished. Surprise flashed across her face, quickly turning to confusion.
Slurp—.
"—Nngh!?"
He grabbed her hair with both hands and forced his cock straight into her small, pale-pink lips.
"Hah…."
The warm, soft walls of her mouth enveloped him so completely that the memory of her clumsy handjob vanished in an instant. A pleased groan slipped out on its own.
Oral really was the best.
Even with her immature body, the sensation proved she could still serve as a woman.
Because of her small frame, his cock felt even tighter inside her mouth, the pressure intense.
"Kuhuuu—!?"
Arin let out a muffled cry as her mouth was suddenly plugged.
Her eyes widened until the whites showed, pupils shrinking with shock and panic.
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.
Her body trembled repeatedly.
It was a futile attempt to move despite the command to stay still.
But the body bound by brainwashing no longer belonged to her.
'I should've done this from the start… No, if I'd gone this far too early, the brainwashing would've broken.'
He realized that everything he had built up here hadn't been in vain.
The gradual steps—stripping her clothes, making her dance naked, forcing her to touch his cock—had strengthened the brainwashing's hold, allowing him to go this far now.
"Uguhu—!?"
Her continued cries desperately demanded an explanation.
When her upturned eyes showed both pain and a flicker of anger, he found it insolent.
"Puhk!?"
Instead of answering, he shoved her head down harder, driving his cock deeper.
"Kkuhuuup——!!!"
When he forced the shaft all the way in, a shrill scream echoed inside her mouth-pussy.
Her brows furrowed tightly as the tears that had gathered finally spilled down her cheeks.
Looking down at her face twisted in agony filled him with exhilaration.
"An idol's mouth-pussy… better than I expected. To think I'm using the same mouth that was receiving cheers on stage just moments ago…."
He smirked, revealing his true nature. Arin's eyes widened further.
Her innocent gaze now held belated wariness, but it was far too late.
She could no longer escape him.
"Puhk!? Gck! Kuhk—!? Gck! Gck! Kuhuuu…!?"
He kept forcing her head down while thrusting his hips forward, driving his cock straight into her throat.
Her mouth and throat reflexively tightened around the invading flesh, stimulating him even more.
Arin squeezed her eyes shut in pain, but every time a wet, choking sound escaped around his cock, his pleasure doubled.
Thrust!! Thrust!!….
"——!!!"
Her muffled screams filled the mouth-pussy with every wet slide of skin.
The mouth, originally meant for speech, had been repurposed entirely for his pleasure.
'It's coming…!'
Feeling the urge to cum again, he changed his grip, seizing the hair at the sides of her head like reins.
He yanked her forward while thrusting hard, burying himself to the root.
Her mouth-pussy stretched around him, accepting everything.
"Kuhup!"
Glurk!
His semen erupted violently inside her mouth-pussy.
Arin's eyes rolled back as if she might faint, her motionless body twitching.
More tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, conveying her suffering even more intensely.
Glurk, glurk….
"Huu…."
"Puhup—."
While savoring the pleasure and pumping load after load into her mouth, Arin's nose suddenly flared and she coughed up semen.
With her mouth blocked, it had backed up through her airway.
"—Huu."
Once the long orgasm finally subsided, a sense of relief washed over him.
The frustration from her earlier teasing handjob had eased considerably.
"Kkuh…."
Only when he heard her choking sound did he finally notice her condition.
Her gaze had gone unfocused, her body limp.
Deciding she might actually pass out if this continued, he quickly pulled his cock out.
"Kuhlerk—. Kuhluuk! Kuhluuk!…."
Her frozen body could only lower her head slightly as she coughed repeatedly, still unable to open her mouth because of his earlier command.
Even expelling the semen coating her mouth and throat was forbidden.
He took a handkerchief from his discarded pants and wiped her messy face.
He cleaned away the trails of semen that had run down from her nose.
It wasn't an act born of guilt.
Quite a bit of time had passed.
They needed to return soon, and he couldn't send her back looking like this.
Part of him wanted to parade her ruined face in front of everyone, but that was still just a fantasy for now.
"Kuhluuk!! Kuhluuk—!!"
"Open your mouth."
Without a command, Arin couldn't even open her mouth. She puffed out her cheeks and made useless coughing motions with her throat.
He leaned down and hooked his fingers inside the corners of her lips, prying them wide to check inside.
"—Bueeet."
Trickle… plop.
When her mouth opened, her tongue lolled out, thick strings of semen stretching downward from it.
He had been about to order her to spit everything out when a more amusing idea occurred to him.
"Keep that in your mouth for the rest of the day."
Arin looked at him silently, eyes brimming with tears.
Her gaze demanded an explanation.
Ignoring it, he continued.
"Get dressed and let's head back. I'll erase your memories from the middle onward. So you'll only remember practicing naked dance with me. And from now on, you'll send me those videos every day under the ridiculous excuse of building confidence. Got it—."
"—Why."
Her mouth had closed in shock.
Her brainwashed lips trembled as they formed the word.
Yet when she glanced at the semen still coating her tongue, she realized the brainwashing hadn't broken.
She was probably resisting, but only temporarily because the control wasn't perfect yet.
"Reason… what… is it…?"
Her tongue moved sluggishly, the words clumsy.
Her faintly distorted face showed betrayal, but he felt no guilt—only amusement.
"You're using the same script as the others. How boring. Everyone always asks 'why' after something like this happens. Well, I suppose that's natural."
He met Arin's tear-filled eyes as she remained kneeling.
"Let's enjoy this a little more."
He tapped her cheek lightly. Arin shed silent tears.
Her wordless gaze now revealed everything she was thinking.
Those miserable eyes held nothing but sorrow.
"Cute, innocent Ice Princess. We haven't even started yet. You, and your friends too."
Snap!
With a flick of his fingers, she returned to her original state.
* *
"Everyone, please give a big round of applause—!!"
" "Waaaaah—!!!" "
At the host's energetic call, all the performers stepped onto the stage.
Among those gathered for the final group greeting were the members of ASTRA, who had left the strongest impression today.
"Huh?"
Narae, standing beside Arin at the back of the crowd, noticed something and looked surprised.
A white streak was trailing from the corner of Arin's mouth.
When the viscous fluid dripped from her closed lips, Narae gasped and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe it away.
"What's wrong?"
"Something was running down your face. Good thing the cue hadn't started yet."
When Arin gave her a puzzled look, Narae smiled and spoke.
"Really?"
Arin answered casually, then suddenly felt a strange discomfort.
A thick, sticky sensation coated the inside of her mouth.
She didn't know what it was, but swallowing it would probably solve the problem.
Yet she didn't want to.
No—she mustn't.
She couldn't explain why.
A powerful urge told her she had to keep it in her mouth all day.
'…Something feels off today.'
An inexplicable, eerie feeling.
It was close to discomfort, but she couldn't identify its source.
" "Waaaaah—!!!" "
As the fans' cheers echoed, the spotlight turned to the ASTRA members.
Fireworks burst, scattering colorful confetti.
Arin shook off her thoughts, smiled at the audience, and waved.
At the same time, a single thought crossed her mind.
'I need to practice again once we get back to the practice room… No, I should borrow a room and do it there.'
The manager's suggested confidence-building training.
The one that would help her become a true idol—the one that left her feeling refreshed and uplifted afterward.
'I want to get feedback from the manager soon.'
The thought of showing him the dance video she had recorded made her strangely happy, and a smile formed on her lips.
It was an emotion she had never felt before, one that lifted her mood while bringing a faint excitement.
She still didn't understand what it was, but for some reason…
Her lower body began to itch.