EP.103 Level 9 - Ung, Complete Empathy (17)
I punch in the front door passcode and slowly start opening the door. I savor the urgent sounds leaking through the crack, then cheerfully put some strength into my hand.
The door swings wide open, revealing Yoo Chaerin frozen in place, still in the middle of hastily pulling on her pantyhose. It's downright pitiful—and arousing—that she hasn't even managed to put on her top yet.
"Hi?"
"Ah, aaah...!"
She panics, her wings fluttering behind her in embarrassment. Even though they're a kind of mana-made cost, they feel like a real part of her body.
I close the front door and grin ear to ear at Yoo Chaerin.
"What do you do when a guest arrives?"
"Wh-what makes you a guest...!"
"Isn't an uninvited guest still a guest? We had a deal, didn't we?"
"Th-that was..."
It was the promise from last night at Seo Eunha's place. I wouldn't touch Eunha if she let me visit her house as a guest every evening. And I wouldn't lay a finger on Eunha as long as she didn't give up. Of course, I'd coerced that promise with threats, sexual torture, and trait tricks, so it was basically just me ordering her to agree.
Still, she'd feel even more pathetic thinking it was her own choice.
"You don't seriously not know the basic etiquette for greeting a guest, do you? Then again, someone like you probably ignores common sense anyway."
"Wh-who are you calling stupid!"
Yoo Chaerin brings both index fingers to her nipples and presses down hard, forming a heart shape with her hands. Her breasts poking out in that heart formation look ridiculously cute. She looks smug as she explains.
"Wh-when a guest arrives, even I know to greet them by making a heart with my chest like this. I just don't treat trash like you as human, that's all. I do follow proper etiquette with decent people!"
"Right, you don't treat anyone below B-rank as human. But you follow etiquette with those you deem worthy."
"Y-yeah."
"So since I'm level 9, does that make me human?"
"Y-you act like trash!"
Oh, she could think that way. Surprisingly, Yoo Chaerin judges people by character, not just strength. That might explain why she's the only weirdo on her team.
Anyway, she genuinely believes showing her tits in a heart shape is standard guest etiquette. The tattoo on her neck and her trait functioning normally confirmed it. Even with her wings back, no issues.
"What else?"
"Hmph. When a guest asks a question, you have to answer truthfully, no matter what it is."
"Oh..."
I suppress my laughter as she briefs me on the altered common sense I'd implanted yesterday. I'd throat-fucked her and punched her belly to relieve stress then.
Today, it was time to play with the new common sense tweaks.
"By the way, what were you doing that you came rushing out half-naked?"
"Th-that's..."
"You're not going to rudely dodge a guest's question, are you?"
Her face turns beet red as she stammers—adorably. I'd love to read her mind without those wings, but I'm curious how far I can push with them on, so I'll hold off.
Fuck, that slutty expression is turning me on so bad.
"I-I keep getting so sensitive..."
"Sensitive how?"
"I was masturbating! Happy now?!"
Her pantyhose, tossed aside irritably, reveal a pussy slick and steaming with arousal. Her clit is still rock-hard and red—cute as hell. No wonder her nipples were perked up too.
"And? How satisfied were you?"
She shakes her head, biting her lip hard. She gets my intent—I can only make her cum by shooting my load in her mouth.
"Need my dick? I'll lend it to you."
"N-no need!"
"Ooh, feisty. I like it."
But right after, regret flashes across her face. Denying herself orgasm must be torture. Heightened sensitivity builds pleasure endlessly during masturbation, but no release. Sessions drag on, turning her vacation into endless clit and nipple play. A vicious cycle, amplifying her craving.
"You sure you don't need it?"
I pull out my massive level 9 cock and tap her cheek. Her eyes glaze over at the sight, yesterday's climax flooding back. She stares blankly, then inhales its scent like she's entranced.
"This... this'll do it..."
"No strings. Won't touch Eunha even if you use it. Cum all you want."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. Call it a reward for holding back all day waiting for your guest."
"Reward..."
Sucking my cum has become her precious reward. Watching her perception shatter like this is pure bliss. Refusing now would feel like throwing away hard-earned bliss.
"Changed your mind?"
"Hii, no! I want it!"
"What exactly do you want?"
"Y-your cum! I love the cum you feed me!"
She admits it straight, craving cum over pride. Her self-respect is tipping toward happiness. I'd prefer more resistance, but it's time to advance.
"Good. Go ahead and use it."
I sit back casually in a chair. Like Yurim lunging at my dick, Chaerin pounces.
Yurim was fun to torment and break...
I'll break Chaerin too, but I want my training woven into her daily life. Turn her routine lewd, degrading her into a pervert step by step. Every orgasm linking back to me, channeling rage and lust my way.
That's the training I have in mind.
"Mmm♡ Haaah♡ Slurp♡"
"Much better than yesterday."
Pain turns to pleasure, so she rams my cock down her throat at the most agonizing angle. Thrusting it in a way that should make her gag, savoring the ecstasy—unique fellatio.
Rough, but feels damn good.
Whoa, she's desperate.
She fights weakening knees from pleasure, focusing solely on sucking. More self-inflicted than service—impressive.
Each deep thrust bulges her throat with my glans. Satisfaction surges from tip to root, like her body's being remade for me.
"Good. Definitely improved."
"Glrk!? Gack! Kek!"
I'm close. I grab her hair and piston furiously. Her pained-ecstatic face is the perfect side dish for the final sprint.
I flood her stomach deep with thick cum.
"Urk♡ Gack♡ Hnggg♡ Haaah♡ Hiyaaaa♡ It's comiiing♡ Melting♡"
The uterus tattoo on her neck glows darkly, granting her climax. She collapses backward, lost in orgasmic bliss. Kneeling and crumpling, her back arches, body shuddering. Her sleek pussy fountains clear juices.
Tears of joy stream down her face from the long-awaited release.
"Cummiiing♡ Cummmiiing♡"
"Happy? If you want, you can feel that bliss—not just from cum—anytime."
"...Hah?"
Her eyes sparkle mid-afterglow, begging for the method. I tempt her: sell out Eunha, who sold you out thinking it'd make you happy.
"Sure, Eunha was delusional, but you're betraying her for your pleasure. Different, right?"
"Bull... shit. No way. I won't give up Eunha. Do whatever to me, but she's innocent. Hnng♡"
"Surprising. Holding out better than expected. Perfect."
"What?"
I'd worried she'd break too soon. No need to extend by erasing memories—this'll last.
"Ah, looks like you're ready."
"Huh?"
"Thanks for ditching the wings."
"Wh-when you cum, it's common sense to drop all wing stacks, bow naked, and thank me for the cum! D-don't thank me for the obvious!"
"Then never mind."
Wh-why cancel? No, why would I thank that asshole? I don't need his thanks. J-just the cum... No, if not for Eunha, I wouldn't host trash like him.
Without wings shielding her, my trait can freely invade her mind. Surprisingly thorough—even auto-discarding wings for total submission works fine.
Chaerin's easier than I thought.
"Oh, brought you a gift today."
"What's this? Leather panties? Chains? Locks? Weird outfit."
"You won't refuse a guest's gift, right?"
"What is it?"
"Chastity belt."
W-wait. Why make me wear this? It's a guest's gift, so I'll wear it, but...
To stop you masturbating freely like today. It's cheap sex shop junk—rip it off with strength—but useful anyway.
"Chastity belts can't be removed without the keyholder's permission. That's common sense. My head is spinning."
My head is spinning.
Common sense will lock it on forever. And there's a reason I'm forcing this on her.
"From now on, throat use alone lets you cum lightly. Intense, full-body orgasms still need cum. Throat sensitivity x10, x20 when cum-filled. Study if You Don't Know."
Study if You Don't Know
I tweak the existing "Study if You Don't Know" settings.
Ha, imagining Chaerin at work tomorrow already has me thrilled. Her throat-pussy training starts for real now.