The Corrupting Touch

Seol-yeong lay on the bed exactly as I had ordered. Blushing furiously in a way that didn't suit her usual demeanor, she looked utterly embarrassed. I began to caress her body with deliberate care, one part at a time. Starting from her toes all the way up to just below her face. Using both hands and my mouth, I touched, sucked, and licked every inch of her.

She was already burning with arousal, and with Pope's Aura activated on top of that, it was only natural that Seol-yeong was losing her mind from the pleasure.

When I rubbed her clit with my fingers and then buried my face between her legs, gently biting down, Seol-yeong convulsed violently. But I was quite experienced at pleasuring women who were thrashing and spasming, so I paid it no mind. I kept her plump, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bouncy clit trapped between my firm teeth and continued to nibble.

Squeeze—.Squeeze—.Squuuueeeeze—.

Having reached climax and experiencing the Pope’s grace, Seol-yeong began babbling in something that sounded almost like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glossolalia. Her loud moans had turned into incoherent nonsense.

Still, this is pretty manageable. Yeonju spews out absolute gibberish like it’s the end of the world… Is this the difference in their ranks?

I hadn’t checked Seol-yeong’s rank yet, but I doubted she was SSS-grade like Yeonju. I wasn’t certain, but it seemed the skill’s effects varied depending on rank. Well, compared to Yeonju, Seol-yeong’s current state was still far from ordinary. It was like she had been strapped to an electric chair with hundreds of electrodes and tortured for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hours until her mind broke.

Anyway, these damn skills were far too effective. Even when I didn’t intend to, they created hardcore scenes like this.

Well, at least this makes penetration easy.

Thanks to Pope's Grace, Seol-yeong’s pussy was gushing obscene amounts of nectar as she struggled to endure the overwhelming pleasure. The bedsheets were soaked through. At this level of wetness, her inner walls had gone completely soft and loose without any tension, making insertion incredibly smooth.

“Alright then…”

I held down her writhing body with one hand, pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance, and slowly pushed inside, starting with the head.

Sluuuuurp—.Schluuuck—!

The sensation of entering her was magnificent. There was a bit of resistance at first, but it quickly melted away in her slippery juices. I pushed my cock in slowly until I felt the head press against her cervix, then pulled back with a wet plop when I felt it hit the barrier.

Her convulsing pussy walls squeezed tightly, but the ridiculous amount of nectar reduced the friction to nearly zero. Seol-yeong’s cunt was in the perfect state for a deep, hard pounding. After thrusting a few times to open her up properly, I began the real rhythmic thrusting.

Seol-yeong let out sharp, high-pitched moans that made her sound like she was on the verge of breaking, but she didn’t pass out. This was thanks to the insight I had gained from making countless women faint during sex. People faint when they experience extreme pleasure. It was an unavoidable truth.

But what counted as “extreme” varied from person to person. For example, if someone’s arousal jumped from 1 to 10, that could be extreme. But going from 10 to 13 might not be. Depending on the situation, where they started and how far they climbed, a person’s limit could change dramatically.

In other words, instead of going all-out from the very first thrust, if I gradually built up speed and pace, I could fuck a woman without making her faint—at least up to a certain point. It was a bit annoying having to pay such close attention, but this was the fate of the owner of a massive cock. I had no choice but to accept it.

Well, if it got too frustrating, I could always just cast the anti-fainting effect and go wild. So it wasn’t like there was no solution.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

That was why my thrusts were strictly rhythmic. Like playing a rhythm game, I drove my cock in with perfect timing, helping the woman grow accustomed to a steady level of pleasure. The current pace was about forty percent of my full power. Honestly, enduring even this much was impressive.

I mentally applauded Seol-yeong’s mental fortitude and began thrusting a little faster. Now it was roughly half my maximum speed.

Thudthudthudthudthud—.Thudthudthudthudthud—.

“…”

Thud.

As expected, fifty percent without any brainwashing was too much. Seol-yeong’s head lolled forward like a puppet with its strings cut. She had definitely passed out. I pulled her limp body into my arms—her limbs flopping like a paper doll—and decided to go all out, pounding her with full strength.

Even though she had fainted, her pussy was already soaked enough that there was no issue with penetration. I wanted to give her a good dose of my cum to strengthen her body. Behind her overwhelming beauty, there was an age gap of more than a full generation between Seol-yeong and me. To keep fucking her for a long time, I needed to maintain her beauty and prevent aging with the Pope’s semen. Beauty and anti-aging. Among all my cultists, no one needed those functions more than Seol-yeong.

Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud—.

Even a marathon runner would get exhausted sprinting a hundred meters at full speed. As I began thrusting with everything I had, my breathing grew ragged and sweat poured down my body like rain. But the pleasure that surged through my cock was unlike anything I had felt before. Some people claimed that going too fast wasn’t necessarily better, but that was just the excuse of weaklings who lacked the stamina to fuck hard and fast. Technique this, technique that—ultimately, a cock was simple. The faster you pounded, the more you felt.

“Khuut…!!”

Feeling the urge to cum, I slammed my cock deep inside her and unloaded straight into her womb. As the thick semen gushed out in heavy spurts, my wildly excited mind slowly returned to normal.

“Huu…”

A languid sensation washed over me, making me want to hold Seol-yeong and fall asleep just like this. My whole body felt as soft and limp as slime. But I had a promise with Yuna, so I couldn’t afford to laze around. I glanced at the clock. Because of the wine Seol-yeong had spilled, I needed to buy a new outfit, and time until my appointment with Yuna was running tight.

Alright. I’ll just cast the brainwashing and then go wash up.

Looking down at the unconscious Seol-yeong, I activated the Leader's Brainwashing skill.

The real reason I had come to her house in person was to implant brainwashing related to Yeonju. Although I had ended up having an intensely pleasurable time with her, that was merely a bonus. That was the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠main point.

219 obedience points appeared above Seol-yeong’s head. From my experience with brainwashing, this was neither too much nor too little. It wasn’t quite enough to completely rewrite someone’s fundamental nature, but it was plenty for imposing various behavioral restrictions.

“From now on, do not harass Yeonju. And sincerely apologize to Yeonju for everything you’ve done to torment her until now.”

I implanted the brainwashing with the mindset of a teacher scolding a school bully. There were countless easier ways to solve the problem given the limitless potential of brainwashing, but Yeonju still considered Seol-yeong family—her mother—and absolutely refused to let her go. Taking Yeonju’s feelings into account, it seemed best to spend a bit of obedience to create a harmonious relationship between them. That was why I was using this approach.

Besides, I also wanted to see the mother and daughter engage in a wholesome rivalry over me. Mother-daughter double creampie. Just thinking about it was wonderful, wasn’t it?

“Hmm. As expected, it’s not enough.”

She had only shown me her good side, but I had known for a while that Seol-yeong’s personality was completely rotten. I had been worried, and sure enough, my fears were confirmed. With this level of obedience, I couldn’t fix her corrupted mind.

Hmm. In that case…

I considered a backup plan. If I couldn’t fundamentally rewrite her nature, I would at least solder on a temporary patch.

“From now on, avoid contacting Yeonju as much as possible. Even if she calls, do not answer.”

“Heh…”

I nodded, applying the brainwashing while letting out a hearty laugh. Telling her not to contact her own daughter only cost a single obedience point. It was practically free.

Maybe she’s actually glad that the girl she can’t stand to look at finally left the house? If I weren’t the one living with her now, I bet she’d be thrilled…

Seeing her true human nature at the end had killed the mood a little, but when I looked at her unconscious face, I couldn’t help but nod. Beauty really did excuse everything. The reason Seol-yeong had been able to live so comfortably despite having such a trash personality was probably all thanks to that pretty face.

Appearance is king. Appearance, indeed.

Reminded once again of that obvious truth, I headed for the bathroom. With this brainwashing in place, Seol-yeong and Yeonju shouldn’t have any reason to interact for a while. I could relax. From now on, I just needed to steadily raise her obedience and eventually force a reconciliation between mother and daughter through brainwashing.

Splaaash—.

I washed myself thoroughly in the bathroom, scrubbing away every trace of Seol-yeong’s scent that clung to my body. After getting dressed, I noticed faint red stains still visible on my shirt despite how vigorously she had wiped it. They looked suspiciously like bloodstains, which made it even worse.

Just you wait, department store.

I left Seol-yeong’s house, climbed into the Lamborghini I had parked right outside, and sped straight to the department store. I couldn’t afford to be sloppy with my outfit for a date with Yuna.

As I drove into the underground parking lot of the department store, a message appeared on the payment barrier. It must have been thanks to the parking sticker I received last time. I smoothly drove toward the “VIP Exclusive Parking” section.

After merging with the line of cars and getting out, two department store employees dressed like bellhops approached. One got into my car to handle valet parking while the other guided me to a private elevator. Following the staff’s lead, I stepped into the elevator and arrived at the VIP lounge I had visited before in the blink of an eye.

I entered the highest-tier lounge labeled “Trinity” and, just like last time, settled comfortably on the sofa to pick out a date outfit.

“Sir! That looks absolutely perfect on you!”

“Wow. It’s not that the clothes have wings—it’s that you’re the one making the clothes look good!”

The endless stream of flattery was mixed with genuine sincerity, so it didn’t feel bad at all. In a good mood, I went ahead and bought a mountain of clothes for my live-in girlfriend Yeonju and had them sent home. Among them were plenty of slutty lingerie and daring, ultra-short, boldly cut sexy outfits. Just imagining dressing Yeonju up in my favorite styles and fucking her senseless made my cock twitch again.

At first I had only planned to pick out one or two pieces so I wouldn’t look too perverted, but the personal shopper who had perfectly read my tastes brought so many arousing outfits that I ended up buying everything. The shopper let out joyful screams at the massive sale, so I suppose it counted as a good deed.

After performing yet another act of charity, I climbed back into the car wearing my perfectly coordinated outfit and headed for Yuna’s workplace—the main branch of Sehan Bank.

Vrooooom—.

Dressed to match Yuna’s level in particularly luxurious attire, the feeling of speeding down the road was incredibly refreshing. The touch of the high-end fabrics wrapping my body combined with the Lamborghini’s ferocious exhaust note that seemed to threaten every other car on the road was simply perfect. It felt like all of Seoul was my front yard.

Of course, I knew I still had a long way to go, but this feeling wasn’t bad at all. Moreover, once I turned Yuna into a cultist, it might not be such a distant dream. Yuna was top-tier talent. Her personal abilities were outstanding, and her network was insane. Given her family background and professional position, she was inevitably connected to the true upper echelons of Korean society. Making a woman like her mine held value far beyond simply gaining one more cultist.

Yuna, you’re mine!

Suddenly, I recalled a line from the TV cartoon protagonist I used to love as a kid. Yuna was both the woman I wanted to possess and the person I needed. I unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter at the thought of making her mine no matter what.