The Black Dragon Awakens
Finally able to breathe again, my sister gasped desperately with the face of someone who had just barely escaped death. She kept coughing and wheezing, tears streaming from her eyes, snot dripping from her nose, and drool pouring from her mouth. Yet she paid no attention to any of it. She was living only to breathe, sucking in air with violent, frantic gasps and forcing it back out again.
Watching my sister in such a wretched, broken state left my insides in complete turmoil. It felt like someone had suddenly dumped a bucket of cold water over my head. My mind went blank.
This… what the hell did I just do…?
This sex had definitely crossed the line. Even my own state of mind wasn’t normal. As I gradually raised the intensity during the act, I had ended up choking her. It was dangerous enough that she could have actually died if things went wrong, and it wasn’t something we had agreed on beforehand.
I had strangled her simply because I wanted to. The feeling of her throat under my palms, the way her pussy clenched around me with insane force the harder she struggled for air, the violent spasms that grew stronger the more her breath was cut off—it had all felt so fucking good.
And when I finally released her right before she passed out, seeing her face twisted in utter desperation just to inhale a single breath of air… it had sent shivers of pure ecstasy through my entire body.
That was what scared me.
Fuck… Was I always this fucked up?
No matter how much I thought about it, the answer was no. I had always enjoyed dominating situations and dominating women, but there had been a line. I had self-control. I believed restraint was only natural.
But when I was choking her earlier, none of that existed. I had strangled her because I wanted to. I had enjoyed wrapping my hands around a woman’s throat. I had been the textbook definition of a psychopathic sex criminal.
No matter how I looked at it, I had never been this much of a piece of shit before. It was a level of corruption so severe that even Lucifer, after commuting between heaven and hell, would have shed tears at the sight.
Still, the fact that I could roughly guess why I had fallen this far felt like a small mercy.
Side effects… This felt exactly like the first time the side effects of the Hand of God hit me. My chest felt tight, my head burned… I need to check this properly.
I left my sister, who was still desperately gulping down air, and stood up to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I activated my Sex Eyes and stared into the reflection, but there was no blinking indicator signaling the onset of side effects in my head.
That was definitely not a good sign.
The fact that the side effects had appeared without any warning light meant they hadn’t simply come and gone. They seemed to have seeped into me permanently.
Fuck… So it’s not just a one-time thing that passes after a single episode…?
I thought long and hard about the side effects and eventually came to the conclusion that it made sense. After all, even the woman lying next to me right now—Sieun—noona—was gradually falling from a femdom queen into a human toilet because of the aftermath of those side effects. There was no reason it couldn’t happen to me too.
A normal person could turn into a psychopathic sadist at any moment.
Still… it doesn’t seem like it’s completely taking over my brain. It feels more like sudden bursts. That’s not the absolute worst-case scenario…
The side effects weren’t slowly eroding me until I became a permanent sex criminal who couldn’t get off without tormenting others. This was only the second time it had happened, but my instincts told me so, and logic agreed.
The way heat suddenly rushed to my upper body before the side effects triggered suggested that I wasn’t constantly suffering from them. Instead, they only activated when certain conditions were perfectly met.
It had been the same both times.
The side effects only appeared when I was having insanely hardcore sex with Sieun noona. When I slept with anyone else, there wasn’t even a trace of them.
I’ll need to run some experiments… but it doesn’t feel like Sieun noona herself is the trigger. It’s more likely tied to how hardcore the sex gets.
I organized all the thoughts that had come to me so far.
After finishing them, I realized this side effect was like a single Black Dragon living inside me. If I measured the intensity of sex on a scale of 1 to 10, it would stay quiet and well-behaved up to about 7 or 8. But the moment it crossed that threshold, the sleeping Black Dragon would suddenly go berserk, causing the intensity to shoot up dramatically.
No, even that’s not accurate. When it goes wild, the scale doesn’t just go to 11. It jumps straight to 100. Or 1000.
If my original maximum was 10, then when the Black Dragon went black and lost control, the intensity would skyrocket vertically to 100 or even 1000. And even when I was playing right on the razor’s edge of death, I felt zero hesitation.
If I left this thing unchecked, it wouldn’t be a joke. I would end up doing limb-severing play or other horrifying, disgusting acts that were too vile to even imagine. And afterward, I would either spend the rest of my life eating prison food, get chemically castrated, or end up on the gallows.
If this were a fantasy world, I might have been able to do something about it. But this was 21st-century South Korea. No matter how powerful I was thanks to the app, my current abilities couldn’t handle the consequences.
Unless I somehow built my own country somewhere and became a new Emperor of the 21st century who could toy with morals and laws however I pleased, no amount of money would let me escape the aftermath.
Therefore, I had no choice but to seal it away. Which meant hardcore sex was now strictly forbidden.
Goddamn it… Doctor, what kind of fucking bullshit is that…!
I clenched my fist tightly. My hand trembled with rage.
Sex was supposed to reach its true potential in hardcore territory, yet now I was being half-forced into becoming a pure vanilla lover.
Fuck… This isn’t right…
I felt like the tragic protagonist of a wuxia novel. The kind who trained alone in the mountains for years to avenge his master, finally became an absolute expert, came down from the mountain thinking he was ready—only to suddenly develop blocked meridians. Now any use of internal energy would cause his body to explode, forcing him to abandon his cultivation entirely and rely only on pure swordsmanship to get revenge. That kind of pathetic, cursed protagonist… was me.
I had lived as a forever-alone, game-addicted virgin. Just when I was finally starting to enjoy sex and fulfilling all the fetishes I had only imagined before, the side effects turned me into someone who could no longer have the hardcore sex that suited my tastes.
You fucking Black Dragon bastard… You psychopathic sex criminal… You black crane motherfucker… Fuck… This can’t be happening… Ugh…
A wave of complete exhaustion washed over me. Ever since the app appeared, I thought I would never taste bitterness in life again. I never imagined a tackle like this would come flying at me.
Haa… Let’s calm down first. Moping around like this won’t solve anything. I need to find a way… somehow…
I had fallen into deep despair, but I quickly steeled my resolve again. Having experienced plenty of despair before, I knew that simply wallowing in it would change nothing.
My life had been spectacularly shitty despite my young age. It wasn’t my mom or dad or even the wind that had raised me—it was deep, crushing despair. Before the app appeared, my life had truly been dogshit.
But even in that hell, I had managed to learn a lesson.
Complaining and whining is what idiots do. Like how I used to be… But now it’s different. Everything is different now.
Just like the saying that unbearable pain only makes you stronger, all I had to do was use this opportunity to become even tougher and find a path to counter the side effects.
The current me had a lot. And I would have even more in the future. I didn’t have time to sit around acting like an idiot in despair.
That’s right. Compared to the pain and hopelessness I experienced before the app, this is nothing but dog food. It’s not like I can’t have sex at all. As long as I avoid belly-bulging or botobai, the side effects won’t trigger… And if I can’t handle the consequences, I just need to create a situation where I don’t have to deal with any consequences at all.
The moment I found hope, my brain—which had been drowning in despair—began spinning at full speed. My exceptionally sharp mind realized this was a serious crisis and was operating at a level it had never reached before.
Keep the sex moderately hardcore. And my job… must be a cult leader.
I had two countermeasures for the side effects. The first was intensity control. If the Black Dragon went berserk at around 7 to 8 on the scale, I simply had to stay within that boundary. That range included not just the physical acts but also the rawness, vulgarity, and overall depravity of the sex.
And the only current sex partner whose combined intensity exceeded 7 to 8 was Cha Sieun. So as long as I was careful only when playing with Sieun noona and acted normally with everyone else, I wouldn’t have to worry about the side effects at all.
It was a shame that I couldn’t go harder, but the fact that I could maintain the status quo without forcibly changing my sexual preferences was encouraging.
The second countermeasure was a longer-term plan. What I feared wasn’t the side effects themselves, but the consequences I would have to face afterward. So if I could create a situation where I didn’t need to worry about consequences at all, that would solve everything.
And to do that, I absolutely had to change my class to Cult Leader.
If I became a cult leader and gathered loyal followers who would gladly offer me their money, their bodies, and even their lives with joy, then even if the Black Dragon went completely insane, I wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up the mess.
Yes… Let’s go… down the path of the cult…!
I had already been drawn to becoming a cult leader, but now it wasn’t just appealing—it was necessary. In that case, I would go all-in and walk the cult path exclusively.
Since it’s come to this, I might as well make it the world’s largest cult religion… I’ll gift my cute believers a paradise on earth overflowing with sex and money.
I hadn’t even changed classes yet, but just thinking about playing with my cute believers made my heart pound with excitement. Any worries about the side effects had already vanished from my mind.
If anything tried to block my path, I would devour even the monstrous Black Dragon whole.
Haa… This is what it means to be a man. This is the mindset of a cult leader… Feels pretty damn reliable… Hm? What’s that smell?
What snapped me out of my cult-leader-high was the faint stench of urine slowly rising from the floor. I turned away from the mirror.
Sieun noona was still sprawled on the bathroom floor. It seemed she had hyperventilated from breathing so frantically—her tongue was sticking out, drool was dripping everywhere, and she had passed out.
Handprints were clearly visible on her neck, and her pussy, which had endured everything from waxing to botobai and been tormented severely, was still horribly swollen. And between her spread legs was a yellow puddle.
That yellow pool of piss was the source of the smell.
“Haa~ Sorry, Cha Sieun. I’ll let you do some handcuff play on me later.”
I genuinely felt bad for her. A Seoul National University graduate so famous that her profile popped up immediately on internet searches, reduced to passing out from being choked and then pissing herself on the floor. Her life had taken a truly pathetic turn all because she met the wrong man.
“Actually, no. How many men did you torment before you ended up meeting someone like me? This is all your own karma.”
Shaaaaa—
I pulled the shower hose from the bathtub, stretched it out, and sprayed water over her body. I soaked her thoroughly until every drop of the yellow liquid was washed away, then lathered her entire body with body wash and rinsed her clean.
“Up we go.”
While washing her, I cleaned myself as well. Then I grabbed every towel available in the bathroom, patted her dry as quickly as possible, and carried her to the bed.
Moving an unconscious person wasn’t difficult for me anymore. If the app ever disappeared, I figured I could make a living as a professional body cleaner without any problems.
Thud.
“Haa… This is exhausting… But I have to finish the aftercare properly…”
I laid Sieun noona down on the massive bed that seemed even bigger than king-size, then walked over to the marble table in the corner of the room.
I rummaged through the handbag she had left on the table and found exactly what I was looking for—a restraint device that could bind both the neck and wrists together. Since the bed frame here didn’t have anywhere to attach handcuffs, I had been worried, but this device that locked the neck and both wrists in a reverse T-shape would let me secure her properly even without a frame.
Tight. Tighter.
I rolled over the unconscious Sieun noona, fastened the restraints around her neck and wrists, and pulled the adjustment straps as tight as they would go.
It did feel a little wrong doing this to a woman who had passed out, but calling Cha Sieun simply a “woman” felt like an understatement.
“I need to survive too. The side effects only happened because I was playing with you… So this much should be fine, right?”
After finishing her restraints, I climbed onto the bed. Sieun noona was now perfectly positioned like she was doing a grand bow with her hands tied behind her back. I knelt down to adjust the height, then pressed the head of my cock against her pussy.
It was unmistakably a back-entry position, but with her wrists bound behind her, it looked even more obscene.
“Sorry, noona.”
Even though she was gradually turning into a human toilet, Sieun noona still had some queenly tendencies left. I had no idea what she might do to me after I had choked her unconscious. So I needed to soothe her mood.
“Eat some dick and feel better.”
Squuuuueeeelch—!
Thump!