I Can Tell Youngae
"...Sorry. I'll adjust it back."
Youngae sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"What do you mean 'adjust'? My body's not a mannequin."
"I'm sorry..."
I was genuinely apologetic. Come to think of it, from Youngae's perspective, some psychic was suddenly manipulating her body out of nowhere.
I haven't been considerate enough toward Youngae.
Thinking about it, once she learned the truth, she had no choice but to feel terrified.
"Just promise me one thing. From now on, whenever you use your powers on my body, tell me first and get my permission."
"I promise."
Youngae leaned her back against my chest. Her hips shifted at an angle, stimulating her insides with my erect cock. She let out a sigh mixed with a moan and kissed my cheek.
"You just reshaped my body to your tastes, right, hubby?"
"Yeah."
"And you wanted to see me with H-cup breasts."
"Uh-huh..."
"My body's yours. So you can do whatever you want with it. But H-cups are too heavy. Do you have any idea how much my shoulders and back ache?"
Without waiting for my reply, Youngae continued.
"So, you'll have to give me massages, lots of them? Since it's the body you changed."
"Of course. With Action Hand, the weight won't hurt anymore. I'll keep you pain-free forever."
"You mentioned reality correction before. Using it on a person's body can mimic plastic surgery or beauty treatments."
"Yeah. Exactly—it can even do things modern medicine can't."
"Then... I won't have to worry about aging my whole life?"
"Huh?"
Youngae looked up at me with playful eyes.
"Right? Unless you want to see me old."
"Of course not."
"Good. Hubby, I want to look about 25."
"25?"
For reference, Youngae's current appearance clocked in at late 20s at face value. Her eyes told me she was dead serious.
"Younger than now?"
"Yes. Is it impossible?"
It was a bit surprising. Youngae had never shown a greedy side before. Then again, with her obsessive visits to beauty centers and meticulous upkeep, she was bound to be particular about her looks.
"It's not impossible, but I don't know how to tweak it. You look perfect to me right now."
Not flattery. To me, her maturity was one of her biggest charms, and this version of her was the most beautiful.
"I'll tell you. Start with the face—the double eyelids are slightly asymmetrical, left and right. Raise the left eyelid by 0.05 cm. The rest of the face seems fine.... But there's some neck wrinkling; erase it all except a tiny trace for that human touch. Then, make my hair thicker and fuller than now. Um."
Youngae gathered her hair and tied it up.
"See? Make the strands about 30% thicker. Then remove the baby hairs from the bangs and sides, and add volume to compensate. For my breasts, when you enlarged them, the nipple positions got off. Shift left by 0.5 cm, up by 1 cm, adjust the elasticity more. The shape's pretty, but they sag a bit overall—make them perkier."
"...."
I was speechless. Youngae's feedback went on for a while longer.
This woman was dead serious about her looks.
It was like discovering an unexpected clumsiness in someone I'd thought flawless.
Cute.
Watching her rattle on earnestly made me smile. Surprising, sure, but not a bad thing at all. In marriage, it's happier with a wife who strives to look even more beautiful and lovable after tying the knot than one who lets herself go.
I applied all her feedback to the photo corrections.
"Youngae, how's this?"
"Hmm, yes."
She blushed at her nude photo on the screen but didn't hesitate with more input.
Whoa. This'll cost a ton of GP.
Her details were so precise we needed four shots: front, back, left side, right side.
"There. Applied."
"Really? That was fast."
She started to bolt to the mirror, but I stopped her from leaving my arms.
"Mirror later. Don't want my cock slipping out."
"You've had it in all day."
"Not enough. Not till the bottle's empty."
"I wanna see the mirror. Fine, got it."
She pouted, but her status message lit up with happiness.
We traded sips until the whiskey bottle was drained.
Buzz is kicking in.
Youngae's cheeks were flushed too.
"Bedtime?"
She blushed deeper and bowed her head instead of answering.
"Sleep if you're tired. What do you say?"
Obvious question—I knew she wouldn't. While drinking with my cock inside, I hadn't been idle. Her pussy dripped nectar nonstop. And with the booze, her arousal built; she'd started clenching and rocking subtly.
"...Not sleepy yet."
I grinned and stood.
"Eek!"
Love Weapon (Penis) - Level 2
I walked with my cock still buried in her.
"Hngh, ha, hnnng... haaang!"
In the bedroom, I stood before the mirror.
"Youngae, what do you think?"
"Pardon? Ah..."
The mirror reflected her fully, legs spread wide as I held her.
"Aesthetic sense really matters. You look stunning now."
Sincere. Her looks had jumped three points.
"See, Youngae?"
"Hngh, I see plenty... but what exactly?"
"Your pussy, obviously."
I pressed on regardless.
"Look at those pink inner folds—so delicious, right?"
She turned away silently, so I thrust my hips once.
"Hnnnnggggh!!!"
Enough teasing.
I headed to the bed. Each step jolted her pussy, drawing moans. By the bed, she hit a light climax.
I gently laid her trembling body down and kissed her.
"Mmwah... smooch... smooch..."
Faint whiskey scent, but it made me hungrier for her lips. I pushed my tongue in, explored her mouth, then sucked hers, kneading. Our tongues tangled up and down for three minutes. Pulling back, I saw her face flushed deep.
I kissed from forehead down, reaching her breasts.
"Ahh. Your tits are amazing, Youngae."
So soft and cozy, melting my whole body. Burying my face in her cleavage, she gently cradled my head.
Feeling maternal while impaled on my cock...
Something lewd about it tensed my dick. Sensing it, she sighed erotically.
"Hng, hng, aaah... Feels good, hubby."
I sucked one nipple while slowly thrusting.
"Hnnn... aaah... there, right there, so good... ha!"
She climaxed again. Hot wetness flooded my groin as she convulsed.
"Youngae, I'm cumming too."
"Aaaah... cum in me. Deep inside."
Her legs wrapped my waist, bodies pressed tight. I unleashed deep in her pussy. Feeling the flood, she peaked once more.
"Aaaah, so good, hubby. I love you... I love you..."
We savored the afterglow together. Pure, sweet lovemaking satisfied my lust.
I feel satisfied... but...
Lust proposes an all-nighter!
Unfortunately, lust is my greediest desire.
"Good?"
"So good."
"One more?"
"....."
Sorry. But this isn't enough.
My revitalized cock twitched inside her.
"Hngg..."
She's my wife—satisfying her husband's lust is her duty, right? I gazed at her pleadingly. She sighed in resignation and closed her eyes. I grinned.
An instant for me, eternity for her—and my cock erupted. She'd climaxed five or six more times; her eyes half-lidded.
"Hubby... enough now?"
"...Youngae, one more?"
My brain's melting...
Her excessive obedience sparked guilt—she realized she couldn't satisfy me alone.
Biting her lip, she hugged me. Another instant-eternity passed.
"Hng, hah, haaaang...! ♥"
After I finished, her body went limp.
With that final status message, Youngae passed out.