Chapter 42

"Your god is me."

"Um... no."

At my firm declaration, Daeyoung looked visibly flustered. Lea grilled me just like before.

"Oppa! Why do you keep saying no to everything? Don't you like me having fun?"

Even Fake Sun Kim Daeyoung chimed in. "Bro... I put a lot of effort into preparing all this..."

Yeah, that's exactly why it's a no. Coercion like this wasn't going to work anyway. Lea's Submissiveness was still in the double digits—pretty low—and there were limits to how far it could go. This was the same situation I'd worried about early on when targeting Haena—noona: sky-high Lewdness with everything else lagging behind. That was Lea Im's current stat profile.

Even if I threatened her verbally about meeting other guys, it was nothing like Haena, whose [Lover] trait, childhood trauma, and overwhelmingly high Dominance meant she wouldn't spare a single gram of Interest for any other man. If I forced it here, who knew when Lea might sneak out to meet this loser anyway. I needed to lock it down for good.

"Okay. Let's do it this way..."

As I started speaking in a much more playful tone, the two of them turned to me, listening intently.

"Lea Im, you decide. Go on a date to a restaurant with Daeyoung, or send him home and stay here with oppa for some fun worship time."

Fun worship time was something I'd come up with after acquiring Lea's unique coin [Fanatic Devotee]. It didn't really mean much—just Lea kneeling before my cock, eyes closed in prayer, while I used my Golden Finger to send her into multi-orgasmic oblivion until she passed out completely.

Daeyoung perked up with a smile at my words, eyes sparkling. He must've figured a romantic date beat boring religious time. But that smile slowly faded from his face. He'd expected her to pick his date course, but Lea started pondering like a pro poker player deciding whether to call an all-in.

"Lea... it's that Italian restaurant you said you loved. Oh! And I prepped the full course with your favorite pasta and dessert menus!"

Fake Sun Kim Daeyoung desperately started pitching to her. But Lea's deliberation dragged on. Uncharacteristically, she'd wiped her expression clean and sunk deep into thought.

"Uh... and there's that ice cream shop you like nearby. Wanna go after? They say the path there has killer lights—great view!"

The loser kept appealing, listing off reasons why she should go with him. I just watched Lea Im silently. No need for me to pitch.

Whatever Fake Sun Kim Daeyoung was offering sounded romantic and nice, sure. But was he the only one who could deliver that? Romantic and nice? Fine. But anyone—even a total nerd like me—could pull it off with enough cash. I had that unlimited black card from Yebin anyway.

Plus, going to fancy spots wasn't special for our family. We were all busy with our own lives and respected each other's space, so we didn't eat out together much. But if we wanted, we could charter the world's most expensive hotel buffet in this isekai world and chow down.

But could just anyone drive Lea to utter madness with orgasms, give her pleasure so intense she couldn't think straight? Probably not none, but rare. I knew the Golden Finger skill was named after some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠famous porn star's technique. No clue if that guy existed here, though.

But how many guys in this world had the massive cock Lea praised daily, hand skills rivaling a porn star's, knew every single one of Lea's weak spots inside out, and could handle her overflowing sexual energy? What were the odds that guy could satisfy her tonight?

I didn't think Lea was calculating all that step-by-step. She wasn't that smart or analytical. But living with her, I'd learned something: beneath that innocent, blank-slate facade, her animal instincts and intuition were sharper than anyone's. In fighting games full of mind games, she played ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on pure beastly sense. Even in bed with me, without much guidance, she'd figure out the positions and moves that maxed her pleasure.

And knowing Lea that well, I was dead certain.

"...I'll..."

Lea spat out exactly what I'd predicted.

"...stay home with oppa... Sorry, Daeyoung."

"Yeah."

...

A faithful devotee deserves reward for her piety.

"Uhaaaaaang!!! Oppaaaaa!!!"

I sent the teary-eyed, defeated Daeyoung packing, then dragged Lea straight to her room for her prize. Bottomless, she knelt, surrendering her pussy completely to my hand, writhing uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"How's that? Good call skipping the date, right Lea?"

"Uuuueeeeng!!! Worship is the best! Dates suck!!"

Lea had always been mine—never anyone else's—but a thrill like stealing another guy's girl surged through me anyway. I'd already activated the recently bought Pleasure Sharing on her. One-way only—my pleasure to hers. If I felt hers, I might black out too.

"Uuuaaaang!! Oppa! I'm cumming!!!!"

Lea twisted her legs every which way, not knowing what to do with them. My massive cock stuffed in her mouth, I ignored her warning, gripping one flailing thigh with an arm while my other hand relentlessly poked her weak spots. Even on the brink, instinct drove her tongue wild on my shaft.

Soon, she squirted another torrent onto the soaked bedsheets.

"Huaaaaaang!! So gooood!!!"

Her dripping slit still winked hungrily, begging for more. I pulled out of her mouth and moved behind her. Kneeling at her panting, exhausted rear, I wedged my huge cock between those plump honey thighs for pronebone-thighjob.

Her slick crevice and my saliva-smeared dick met with sticky slaps. Smooth pussy lips and her swollen clit rubbed along my length.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

The lewd wet sounds and our position could've fooled anyone into thinking we were fucking for real.

"Haaaang... Oppaaa!"

Lea clenched her thighs tight on animal instinct. No penetration, but the soft pressure and pleasure felt damn close to the real thing.

Smack.

"Haaaaang!"

Remembering that punk's earlier stunt, I ramped up, yanking her brown bob roughly—the one he'd stroked—and spanked her ass.

"Who makes Lea happy? Answer me, Lea Im."

"Oppa!!! Oppa!!! Oppa's cock!!!!! Huaaaang!"

Her pussy juices now clung stickily to my abs too. I yanked her arms back, snapping my hips. She looped her arms around my neck for a kiss.

"Mmmph... smuuch... slurp... oppa..."

One hand snaked forward to knead her luscious tits, pinching and flicking her rock-hard nipples. Ejaculation built fast.

"Slurp... Lea, time for holy water."

"Haaaang! Uuung!! Hurry!! Faster oppaaaaa!!"

One last send-off for her, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then I pulled from those taut thighs, stroked myself, and shoved into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mouth. Lost in ecstasy, tongue lolling like a beast, she howled. I lost control, thrusting deep into that soft mouth and came.

Spurt. Spuuuurt.

Hoo... Panting hard. I'd climaxed multiple times already, but I leaned to her ear—passed out face-down—and whispered the cringey line I'd dying to say.

"Lea Im... your god is me."