Yeonju's Desperate Counterattack
Chapter 99
Yeonju completely forgot about maintaining the dignity of a government official's wife and began thrashing about in earnest. The fact that she'd even shouted "thief cat" at the top of her lungs made it clear she'd entered a state of absolute fury.
"Get off him—! I said get off—!"
Yeonju grabbed Yuna by the waist and yanked with all her might, desperately trying to pry her away from me. But Yuna's defense was no less formidable. She had her arms locked tightly around my neck and both legs wrapped around my waist. Physically, mentally, and in sheer presence, Yeonju was the weaker of the two, and she couldn't dislodge Yuna from her secure position.
"Chup—. Haah, haa—. Chuuup—. Chup. Haaat…! Huuung… Minjun-ssi—. Mmmph, haah… It feels so good. So, so good."
Clearly aroused by the sight of the young and beautiful Yeonju, Yuna paid no attention to the physical assault and kissed me with an intensity that even caught me off guard—aggressive, sticky, and relentless.
The situation had descended into complete chaos, but I had no complaints. Though Yeonju was attacking with her body, she still retained enough reason not to hurt Yuna. And Yuna was displaying a level of initiative she'd never shown before. I'd been worried about self-harm threats or suicide attempts, but this kind of adorable commotion was more than welcome.
It felt like I'd become the male protagonist of a harem anime.
"Ugh…!"
Realizing brute force wasn't working, Yeonju pulled away from Yuna's back. Then she reached frantically for my pants. It was an interesting development. Following the saying that the best defense is a good offense, Yeonju seemed ready to escalate beyond kissing.
Swish—.
I lifted my hips slightly to make it easier for her. My pants and underwear slid down together like shedding skin. The moment I felt the cool air on my lower body, a warm, smooth sensation enveloped my cock. From experience, I knew immediately—it was Yeonju's lips.
In the end, Yeonju had pulled out the devastating card of a blowjob to counter Yuna's kissing assault. The normally shy Yeonju would never have raised the stakes this high in front of someone else, but just as Yuna had been stimulated by Yeonju's presence, Yeonju was clearly feeling an overwhelming sense of crisis from Yuna.
"Haah—. Chuuup. Chup—."
"Mmm…"
Yeonju sucked skillfully. So skillfully that for a moment it felt like Si-eun noona was the one doing it. They say people can display several times their usual strength in emergencies—Yeonju was exactly that. Without any instruction, she was using advanced techniques: flicking her tongue against the urethral opening and gently stimulating the sensitive underside of the glans with her teeth.
Yeonju had sucked me off plenty of times before, but it had always felt more like she was doing it for her own pleasure rather than to make me feel good—like a cat lazily licking up churu. But this time was different. She was clearly focused on maximizing my pleasure, moving her tongue with deliberate intent. And the movements were far too practiced to belong to the Yeonju I knew.
Yuna's presence had triggered something dormant inside her, awakening it through sheer competitive pressure. People really did grow through rivalry.
"Mmph…!! Ah, no! How can you be so shameless…!!"
"Shluurp—. Chup, chuuuup—. Haa—."
"Stop it right now…! You lewd woman…!"
Ironically, the situation had completely reversed. Once Yuna realized what Yeonju was doing, she rushed behind her, trying to pull her away from me. But when I raised a hand to stop her, Yuna froze. Given that Yuna was nearly 170cm tall, a physical fight would have been an easy win for her, so this handicap was necessary.
"Ugh…! Minjun-ssi…!"
"No fighting. Compete fairly and amicably."
The situation had long since moved far beyond the word "fair," but I kept a straight face and played the role of strict referee. Intimidated by my presence, Yuna stopped trying to drag Yeonju away. Though she looked frustrated at having her physical advantage sealed, the clever Yuna quickly changed tactics.
"Uwaang—. Mmph…!! Phaa…! W-what are you doing…! You thief cat!"
Yuna dropped to the floor and squeezed between my thighs. I spread my legs a little wider to give her space. The moment the opening appeared, Yuna slipped in, pushed Yeonju aside, and stole my cock from her.
"Chup. Shluurp, chuuup—."
Yeonju ground her teeth in rage, but Yuna ignored her and kept sucking. Two women were now on their knees, fighting over who got to suck my cock. If this wasn't a fair competition, then what was?
"Ugh—. Uuu—. Aauu…!"
Physically outmatched, Yeonju couldn't reclaim the prime position no matter how many attempts she made. I felt a little sorry for her, but helping her further would have broken the balance, so I simply watched in silence.
Then Yeonju changed her approach. She extended her tongue toward the remaining exposed length that Yuna couldn't cover. Yuna, monopolizing the glans, tried to push her away with her body, but my cock was simply too large for her to cover everything. Yeonju exploited the gaps, licking and lapping at the shaft.
While the two women were busy with their psychological warfare, the actual physical sensation wasn't that intense. But the sheer absurdity of two goddess-like beauties competing to pleasure my cock was overwhelming. I felt incredibly fortunate to have been born, and the excitement was so violent I worried I might actually lose my mind.
"Huuu…"
I forced myself to calm the surging arousal. Drunk on this once-in-a-lifetime intensity, I wanted to let go of everything and do whatever I pleased—but if I did, the mad black crane sleeping inside me would turn everything into chaos.
It had been quiet lately, but there was definitely another version of me deep inside, one with extreme sadistic tendencies. I couldn't afford to wake that thing carelessly. I had no idea what would happen to these two precious women if I did.
'Haah, I really need to find and convert a hardcore masochist into a believer as soon as possible…'
Nothing was harder than suppressing boiling desire. I wanted to find a woman whose sexual preferences matched mine perfectly, and soon. Since I generally enjoyed breaking women down, the ones who went through me tended to develop a mild slave-like inclination. But what I wanted now wasn't that level of mild perversion. I wanted a true masochist—someone born that way, someone who couldn't be satisfied without pain.
In the past, the aftermath would have been too dangerous to handle. But now I had brainwashing, and my semen could heal wounds at an incredible speed. Adopting and raising one masochistic human toilet didn't sound so bad.
Whenever these filthy desires welled up inside me, having a dedicated "desire trash can" to dump them into would make my sex life much more comfortable.
'I could use brainwashing to change the preferences of the women I already have, but…'
Brainwashing was such a cheat skill that I could easily create a genuine masochist if I wanted. For example, I could make it so all their senses dulled except for pain, turning pain into pleasure. It wasn't like I hadn't considered it. But the thought of suddenly and completely rewriting someone I knew through brainwashing gave me chills. I enjoyed coloring women with my own hue, but rewriting their very foundation felt like crossing into something beyond human territory. If I got used to that feeling, I might truly become a deranged cult leader.
That was the last thing I wanted. I liked the cult leader skills, but I didn't like being a fake religion. The denomination I was building was only "fake" in name—I had no intention of forcing the believers to do anything except fanatically follow me. I already had plenty of money. Rather than extorting them, I'd much rather give them money and harvest obedience points instead. Objectively speaking, with the skills I currently possessed, I was already god-tier. Just the fact that my semen had effects far superior to modern medicine placed me firmly in the divine realm. So I didn't need any cult-like tricks to make people believe in me. Unlike other fake religions that locked believers in isolated facilities and ran brainwashing programs, I only needed to demonstrate my abilities. People would naturally follow. The only error was that most of those abilities manifested through semen… but honestly, if it could cure cancer, what was the big deal about applying or ingesting a little semen? Especially when lives were on the line.
Well, anyway. The conclusion was that while it was called a fake religion, the Infinite Celibacy Sect was actually an extremely wholesome one. That was how I intended to run it, which was why I was careful not to get too comfortable relying on brainwashing.
"Minjun-ssi…?"
'Ah……'
Yuna's soft voice calling my name snapped me back to reality. I'd been trying to distract myself with random thoughts to calm down, but I'd been caught. When I came to my senses, both Yeonju and Yuna were staring up at me. The mood had long since gone cold. It was understandable—they'd been enthusiastically sucking my cock when I suddenly started staring into the distance with a hardened expression.
"Um, are you hurt, M-Minjun-ssi?"
"No. I'm fine."
Their worried gazes, like puppies concerned for their owner, were both endearing and made me feel guilty for killing the mood. I gently patted both of their heads.
"Uhaa—. I-it feels good. Minjun-ssiii—."
"It's warm—. Minjun-ssi's touch."
Seeing their faces melt under my touch made me feel like I owned the world. A gentle sense of fulfillment welled up in my chest, like soaking in a warm bath. It was completely different from the extreme excitement I'd felt earlier, but this had its own kind of moving quality. Strangely, it felt like the filthy desires inside me were being washed away and healed.
'Yeah. This is it.'
A satisfied smile naturally formed on my lips. Seeing my expression, Yeonju and Yuna's faces brightened as well. Because smiles were overflowing on everyone's faces, the atmosphere had become peaceful—completely unlike before. In this kind of mood, even if I got excited, the black crane probably wouldn't come out. The texture of the excitement was different, after all.
"Yeonju-ssi. Yuna-ssi. Don't fight. Even if you two team up, you still can't handle me anyway."
"T-that's…!"
"Aau, uuu—!"
"If you're going to keep fighting, then just play rock-paper-scissors and only one of you sleeps with me. The winner gets to be happy, but the loser might have to go to sleep masturbating alone."
Both women's pupils trembled at my words. People naturally considered the worst-case scenario first. Their minds were probably filled with the bleak future that awaited the loser of rock-paper-scissors.
—Watch that lewd woman make love to Minjun-ssi while I have to masturbate alone?! Absolutely not!
—N-no…! Thief cat! Thief caaat!
It was like I could hear their voices in my head through telepathy.
"If you don't want to play rock-paper-scissors, then just have sex together nicely. That way I can make both of you happy."
"Mmm…"
"Aaah…"
Both Yeonju and Yuna let out soft moans at my suggestion. They looked like they were thinking it over, but this was an offer they couldn't possibly refuse. It was a method where everyone could be happy. Of course, if they won at rock-paper-scissors they could monopolize me, but losing would mean total failure. The risk was too great. Besides, since I'd already used brainwashing to establish that I was public property to all women, they both knew they could never completely monopolize me anyway. The choice was obvious.
"W-we get along…! Not a thief cat—. Yuna-ssi and I get along well, Minjun-ssi!"
"My name is Yuna, though…… Hohoho-. Minjun-ssi, to be honest, I've liked Yeonju-ssi from the very beginning. The way she scratches and pinches people's backs—. So refined!"
"Mm-hmm."
I nodded. They still didn't seem to like each other, but it looked like they'd reached an implicit agreement for a temporary truce. Well, if this process repeated itself, affection would eventually build up whether they liked it or not. After all, among all the affections people felt, the strongest was the one formed through sex.
"Good. Then shall we play nicely together?"
"Y-yes—! I-I'd like that. M-Minjun-ssi!"
"I like it too. Wow—. I'm so excited!"
It felt a bit forced, but I didn't care. I began preparing for a proper threesome. It was both a personal desire I'd wanted to fulfill at least once, and the "Project: Make the Two Most Important Women Get Along Through Threesome" that was currently most important to me.