A Chilling Premonition
Assuming continuous full-power pistoning, it would take a man roughly ten minutes to ejaculate. The reason sex sometimes dragged on for hours was because of constant position changes and deliberate pacing to hold back the urge. For an ordinary man without premature ejaculation or stamina issues, going all-out from start to finish meant almost no one could last even ten minutes. But I was different. I had been pounding Dayoung’s pussy at full force for thirty minutes without cumming.
“Huu… huu…”
“…Aah… ugh… uaaah…”
With the anti-fainting brainwashing still active on Dayoung, I had to pour everything into her within that one-hour window. So I kept thrusting without rest. If I came, I would have to wipe her pussy clean, and even that brief pause felt like a waste. Every time the urge to ejaculate surged, I gritted my teeth and kept shaking my hips.
“Huu… huuu…”
“Uhaaang… hueeng… hueee… huee…”
Sex was intense exercise. The calorie burn was no joke. Sweat poured from my entire body, and Dayoung’s body, which was taking my cock, was the same. Yet my body, reinforced to +2 from head to toe, didn’t falter. I was only sweating; I wasn’t tired. I felt like I could keep pistoning all day long.
Creak-. Creak-. Creak-.
“Uhaaa… huaa… hueng…”
The once-sturdy bed suddenly started creaking loudly. The springs had apparently given out under my hip movements. Once we were done, I would probably have to buy Dayoung a new bed.
“Hup.”
“Hueee…”
Still buried inside her, I grabbed Dayoung’s waist and lifted her up. The creaking was getting too loud; I didn’t want to find out what kind of lion’s roar the neighbors might unleash next. Carrying her while fucking seemed like the better option.
Thrust. Thrust.
“Haaht… haaht…”
I used to struggle even with the princess carry. I wasn’t sure it would work, but thanks to the reinforcement, the standing carry position was not only possible but surprisingly easy. Part of it was because Dayoung was so light, but I felt like I could do this with any woman, not just her. Overflowing strength, stamina, and vitality. Everything felt satisfying. This was the true taste of physical reinforcement. Even investing hundreds of billions wouldn’t have felt like a waste.
Step. Step.
Still holding Dayoung, I walked toward the full-length mirror in the corner. With my cock still sheathed inside her pussy as I moved, I oddly felt like a kangaroo.
“Dayoung, can you see? Your pussy stuffed with my cock?”
“Uhaa… haaang…”
I stopped in front of the mirror and spread Dayoung’s thighs so the point of union was clearly visible. The sight of my massive cock buried deep inside her once-virgin pussy, the outline of my shaft pressing against her lower belly because she was so slim—our reflection in the mirror was far more obscene than any adult video.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Haaht!! Hueeng…!!! Huuuuung…”
Dayoung was experiencing nonstop mystical orgasms from the flood of multiple climaxes. Her expression and eyes were completely unfocused, like someone heavily drugged.
“This is Oppa’s cock. Oppa’s cock is making Dayoung happy. Without this cock, Dayoung could never be happy. If it’s not me, you’ll never taste this kind of happiness again.”
“Haang… hueee… hueeht…”
While having sex with Dayoung, I had been researching how to raise her obedience most effectively. One of the results of that research was this. When she was deep in a mystical experience, whispering cult-leader-like lines into her ear made her obedience shoot up rapidly. The key wasn’t just dirty talk—it was saying things that would truly captivate her. It had to feel like a one-on-one sermon to a believer.
For example, like this.
“Will you only be happy? If you receive Oppa’s semen, Dayoung will be able to do anything well. You’ll sing and dance much better.”
“Hueeng… haa…!!! Huuuuung!!!”
“It’s not that Dayoung has no talent. It’s just been hidden. Oppa will bring that talent out. If you receive Oppa’s semen, you’ll be able to do anything well.”
“Hueeeaaak!!!! Huehueee!!!!”
“Oppa will help Dayoung achieve her dream. I’ll make you an idol. As long as you have sex with Oppa, you can do anything. Anything is possible.”
“Haaueueueg!!!! Hueeng!!!!”
Dayoung’s deepest desire. Her reason for existence. Her dream of becoming an idol. I touched that dream. I whispered that it was achievable, that if she had sex with me and received my semen, she could accomplish anything. Just doing that made her obedience climb endlessly. The obedience-copying bug from the early brainwashing phase no longer even registered in my mind. A few sentences and her obedience jumped by dozens. In cash terms, that was billions of won.
‘And the fact that everything I’m saying is true is the truly ridiculous part.’
The words I gave Dayoung weren’t lies meant only to raise her obedience. They were all true.
Skill: Semen Awakening
Believers who receive the cult leader’s semen temporarily lose feelings of loss, fear, and terror, entering a state filled with joy and confidence. Additionally, their brain activates, aiding the development of all kinds of talents. However, if a believer who has received Semen Awakening does not receive the cult leader’s semen for a certain period, they will suffer severe thirst, withdrawal symptoms, and anxiety. Skill effectiveness increases in proportion to physical reinforcement value.
Skill: Semen is Holy Water
The cult leader’s semen possesses beautifying and anti-aging effects. Skill effectiveness increases in proportion to physical reinforcement value.
Receiving my semen would make Dayoung even prettier. She would sing and dance even better. I was only a cult leader by profession—the skill effects themselves were no joke. I could turn Dayoung into Korea’s top idol. Becoming my believer was nothing short of a blessing for her.
“Huaa… huaa… huuk!!!!!”
Splashhhhhhh—.
From the once-pristine virgin pussy that had been so neat just dozens of minutes ago, a whale-like fountain erupted. Dayoung was literally gasping, crushed under the pleasure. Her mind was deep in a mystical experience, and from her pussy, a continuous tide kept leaking out from the relentless, destructive orgasms.
“Kuk…!”
But Dayoung wasn’t the only one feeling pleasure. The pleasure I was experiencing was tremendous as well. I had only been holding back because time was precious; if I hadn’t, I probably would have come at least three times already. Dayoung’s pussy was that much of a masterpiece. The vaginal folds were soft, and the internal temperature was extremely high. I had expected it because Dayoung’s body temperature was unusually high, but her pussy exceeded even that expectation. The moment I entered, it felt like my cock was burning. Most men would have come the instant they put it in. Well, from now on, the only person who could insert their cock into this furnace pussy would be me.
“Dayoung. Dayoung belongs only to Oppa. Got it?”
“Haang. Huaaang…”
“Don’t even look at other men. Only look at Oppa. Otherwise, you’ll be in big trouble.”
“Heueeng… haaa…”
Though I was saying it to Dayoung, this rule actually applied to every single believer in the Infinite Celibacy Sect. It could be considered a cult commandment. No entry for handsome men. Do not even glance at any man except the cult leader. Already, two commandments had been established for the Infinite Celibacy Sect. Both were completely insane rules, but it didn’t matter. After all, I was the cult leader—what could anyone do about it?
‘This is why people say “cult leader, cult leader.”’
It was just one additional line in the commandments, yet I felt proud. In this harsh modern society, the feeling of personally building a religion that would become my own oasis was genuinely fun. To do whatever I wanted and seize everything that aroused me, I moved my hips diligently. Pussy fucking was the core of reviving the Infinite Celibacy Sect.
“Hueueang… haaaueuk…!!!”
The anti-fainting brainwashing was about to end. I fully released my tightly clenched prostate, firmly held Dayoung, and thrust my cock into her with full force.
Thrust! Thud!! Thrust! Thud!!
“Haaah!!! Hauk!!! Heut!!!!”
I slammed my cock all the way to her womb. Pounding a virgin this hard with such a massive cock would obviously strain her pussy, but I wasn’t worried. My semen would heal any wounds inside her. However, after receiving the healing effect of my semen, Dayoung would only crave it even more. The cult leader skills were truly incredible. Each skill linked together to create a perfect positive cycle for raising obedience. It was practically an obedience-copying bug.
“Kuk…!! I’m cumming!”
“Haa!! Uhaa!!! Haang!!!!!”
BOOOOOOM———!!
The output was insane. The semen that had been packed tightly into my balls for an hour poured out like a waterfall. When I unloaded it directly against her cervix, Dayoung’s lower belly swelled up, bulging from being filled with semen. Even then, the excess semen that couldn’t fit inside her womb flowed back out of her pussy and dripped onto the floor.
“Kut… huu…”
“…”
It was an enormous ejaculation, timed perfectly. The moment I came, the anti-fainting effect ended, and Dayoung immediately passed out.
“Haa…”
I let out a deep breath. It wasn’t post-nut clarity. I simply didn’t want to do the cleanup that came after sex.
“…Cleaning up is a damn pain.”
I laid Dayoung on the bed, grabbed an entire roll of tissues, and wiped up the semen that had fallen on the floor. There was so much that a puddle had formed. I used tissues generously to clean it, then finished the job neatly with the towel I had used after showering.
“Wait. Won’t the semen on Dayoung’s body just get absorbed on its own?”
As I was about to wipe her body, the thought suddenly occurred to me. When I had treated Mihyeon noona’s wounds with semen, the fluid had clearly been absorbed into her body. It would probably be the same this time. As the various effects in the semen activated, they would be absorbed into Dayoung’s body. It wasn’t because I was too lazy to wash her body. I was leaving it because it was good for her.
Anyway.
Shhhhhh-.
I washed up in the bathroom and left Dayoung’s place. Then I got in the car and checked Dayoung’s obedience level.
“Whoa…”
I was at a loss for words. Dayoung’s obedience was higher than I had expected. She had only just become a believer, yet her obedience was by far the highest among all believers. The continuous mystical experiences from extreme orgasms, combined with the lines I had whispered beside her, seemed to have worked perfectly.
“At this rate, do I even need to go see Yeonju?”
My original goal had been to visit Yeonju and raise her obedience to 100 to clear a sub-quest, but since Dayoung’s obedience was already over 100, there was no need to go to Yeonju anymore.
‘What is this feeling?’
But something felt off. It had come suddenly. Yet it was definitely strange. I was alone in the car, but a chill spread in an instant, making the back of my neck crawl. It was hard to believe I had just had passionate sex in Dayoung’s studio apartment moments ago—the feeling was that unpleasant.
Humans occasionally felt this way. I knew that. Usually, it happened when something bad suddenly struck—like receiving an unexpected call about a relative’s death. That kind of spine-chilling dread would wash over you.
‘Fuck. But both Mom and Dad are already gone. Why the hell am I feeling this way?’
Beep. Beep beep beep beep.
I immediately called Yeonju. Something must have happened to her. Otherwise, there was no way I would feel this strange unease just from thinking about her.
Ring-. Ring-.
“Pick up, Yeonju. Hurry.”
I couldn’t stand the sound of the ringing. I desperately wanted to hear her cute voice. Praying with all my heart that this sudden bad premonition was completely wrong, I waited for the call to connect.
Ring ring ring-.
Click-.
“Yeonju! It’s me. I’m listening?”
-…
I stared at the phone screen for a moment. The call was definitely connected. But Yeonju’s voice wasn’t coming through.
“Yeonju!! Why aren’t you saying anything? What are you doing right now?”
-…
Yeonju didn’t answer. My chest felt tight. I felt like I was going crazy. But raising my voice wasn’t right. Pressuring her would only make Yeonju shrink back more.
“Yeonju. Where are you right now? I want to see you. I left the house to come see you, so why aren’t you saying anything?”
-…Really?
“Yeah, you can hear the engine, right? I’m in the car. I’m coming to you. Are you at home?”
-Yes… I’m at home. Min… Minjun. Do you… really want to… see me?
“Of course. Just a moment, Yeonju. Don’t hang up. Let’s keep talking while I drive. Us.”
I kept the call going so Yeonju wouldn’t do anything else and sped toward her house. Ignoring every traffic light, I floored the accelerator. Overtaking every car in front of me, I raced toward Yeonju’s place while my mouth never stopped moving. It was a blessing that I had been with the talkative Dayoung earlier. Mimicking her, I could ramble on about anything. None of it had substance, but right now, the important thing was simply keeping the call connected with Yeonju.
Driving like I was on a rage-fueled sprint, I arrived at Yeonju’s house—which should have taken thirty minutes—in just ten.
“I’m here. Yeonju. Can you come down in front of the building for a second?”
-E… aah… N-no… I can’t.
“Huh? Why? Do you not want to see me?”
-Th-that’s not it… Okay. Minjun. I’ll come out. J-just wait a moment.
“Alright, but don’t hang up. I want to keep hearing your voice.”
-Auu… uuu… Yes… Minjun…
The voice that had sounded so subdued at the start of the call—enough to make me wonder if it was really Yeonju—had already returned to her usual tone. That was somewhat reassuring, but I couldn’t let my guard down. I had to find out exactly why I had felt such a bad premonition when I thought of Yeonju.