EP.113 Level 10 - Mirroring (7)
A faint pleasure tickles through my hazy senses, gently stroking my mind. My vision clears bit by bit, revealing a sparkling pink glow from the spirit's light. Something transparent near the handle wriggles this way and that.
"Slurp, schluuuurp.... Ah, you're awake?"
"Guh!?"
A soft hand strokes my shaft at the perfect angle, and a powerful wave of pleasure hits me, spurting precum everywhere. Hyemi, who'd been sucking my dick since earlier, immediately engulfs the glans in her mouth and slurps up the semen. Thanks to her, we avoid making a mess around the bed.
"What the hell are you doing first thing in the morning.... Ugh, I slept well."
"They say a meat toilet's morning service is the duty of any live-in girlfriend. Your manager said to do it once your body felt better."
"You believe what Hyeun says?"
"It sounded like bullshit, but I wanted to try it as an excuse anyway."
Her absurd answer leaves me speechless. Honestly, having a girlfriend with a fellatio handle who wakes you up with a blowjob is pretty hot in theory. Hell, I'm actually happy right now....
"What's with that creepy grin?"
"It's the first time I've seen you cum looking so disheveled, Master. I should do this more often."
"Hey!"
"Can Hyemi monopolize her cute Master's wake-up orgasm face?"
"You picking a fight?"
I want to get genuinely mad, but when she smiles like that—so blissfully happy—I can't bring myself to. Why are all the girls around me either crazies or cheat-code beauties? And she smiles so genuinely happy, it's impossible to touch her.
"You look so wronged."
"Wouldn't you be?"
"It's all karmic debt from how nice you are, Master."
"I'm nice?"
"You always want everyone to get a happy ending."
Well, she's not wrong, but it feels more like my own self-satisfaction. No matter how evil someone's been, a lifetime of misery sits wrong with me.
That's why I bothered using my trait to make Kangaji happy too.
Kangaji's basically a civilian now, living as my onahole. If word got out that an S-rank hunter suddenly became normal, it'd cause a shitstorm anyway. So we handled it like she paused activities for personal reasons. Instead, I ordered her to maintain herself as a 24/7 onahole standby for whenever I got bored and wanted to fuck her.
After that weird gem got extracted, she feels no emotions or sensations at all—except anything related to me. So now she's perfectly tuned as my dedicated onahole, waiting only for the one person who can make her happy.
The human body sure is amazing.
Right after she became a civilian, just shoving my huge dick in would've made her bleed out and die. Now her three holes—including mouth and ass—are all trained to take it. Not bad for sampling the fragile flavor of a non-hunter pussy. She's a pretty useful war trophy.
"Master?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. Got lost in thought for a sec."
"You should eat breakfast. It's all ready—come down."
"Thanks, as always."
"I'm the one always grateful for Master's blessings~?"
Hyemi lifts the hem of her apron with both hands in a little bow, then saunters to the living room, her bare ass jiggling. No matter how many times I see that naked apron, it never gets old. How can a human body be that slutty?
"Doesn't cooking like this every time wear you out? I told you simple stuff is fine."
"Well, it's payback, so what can I do~?"
"What?"
"Nothing. Eat before it gets cold."
What a weird girl. Honestly, I don't feel like I've done much for Hyemi compared to the others. Yet the more time passes, the more she clings to me like she adores me. Hell, I even feel guilty for screwing things up between her and Hyeun. Though these days, even calling her a "meat toilet bitch" hasn't ruined their rapport much.
I remember panicking at first when things got so icy between them.
"Master, what would you do if I turned into someone totally different?"
"Like what?"
"Hmm, not too extreme—a decent villain? And kinda ugly too."
A villain like Seol-ah, who kidnapped me? If it's fixable, I'd train her back to normal. Looks wouldn't matter much by then—I already like Hyemi as she is. But what's with the scary question? What's she planning?
"I'd fix you. That way you could come back, right? Looks don't matter anymore."
"Guess I worried for nothing. Master is Master, after all...."
"Why ask something like that?"
"You'll find out later."
I tried Ung, Complete Empathy just in case, but no suspicious thoughts surfaced. Even when I used Do It For Me to make her spill, she burned the memory as cost and erased it. Erasing it means it's tied to whatever novel plot she's talking about?
Her memory cost includes a form of precognition. She calls what she sees in those visions a "novel." ....
So she's gonna pull some stunt in the future? Gotta watch her closely.
Still, calling it a "decent villain" means it's not serious. But her smirking about knowing the future solo pisses me off. Wait till tonight in bed—I'll drag you through heaven and hell.
"Hm?"
I finish breakfast and clear the dishes when the doorbell rings. No appointments today. Checking the intercom shows no one at the door.
"Oh, probably a delivery."
I step out casually and find a massive package. Looks like it holds furniture or something.... Did we order this?
"From the office?"
The shipping address matches our daily workplace, so maybe a gift. Kinda weird without a holiday. Or manager work stuff? Not Hyemi's—it says Park Eunhyuk as recipient.
"Pretty heavy."
Pre-awakening me would've struggled. Not just a big empty box—something solid inside. What the hell?
"Oh, a note."
Opening the outer box, a paper falls out. Handwritten stationery. No name, but the handwriting screams Hyeun. Does she think no signature means I won't know? We've worked together long enough to recognize your scrawl....
Park Eunhyuk recovery gift. Hope this cheers you up! 💕
I chuckle at the heart at the end. She's got a cute side. I finish opening the box, but the bizarre contents make my head spin.
Inside a transparent case, Yurim is bound head to toe, trapped stark naked.
"What the actual fuck...."
What psycho sends a person as a package? Only Hyeun would think of this.
I examine Yurim slowly. She's trussed up immobile, legs yanked up high to expose pussy and ass frontally. A sticker labeled "instructions" absurdly claims to just set it up in the house as-is.
Just place upright in your home. No assembly required!
"Faint mana... magic tool, huh."
Hyeun must've gotten Seol-ah's help. Drug vials and injection buttons scream its purpose. And she shipped this by delivery? Insane.
Being a good boy, I set the case upright by the TV as instructed. Perverted as fuck visually.... But with cute Yurim inside, it kinda works as decor.
"This onahole side is obviously for remote fucking. Drugs for sensitivity boost, tickling.... Oh, vibration too?"
Hyeun preps every crazy kink.
Hyemi, finishing dishes, stares in confusion. I explain it's from the meat toilet; she sighs, calls Hyeun, and unleashes what sounds like every curse in existence before hanging up. Scary.
"Says this is the power button."
"It has power...?"
"Off puts her to sleep with sedative. On injects stimulants."
Why smash human rights to make an onahole? Ridiculous. Still, my dick stands honestly at attention.
"Ahem."
"Master's a perv."
First, wake poor Yurim. Probably fell for Hyeun's evil plot to prep her for sex with me. I hit power; white mist fills the case, and Yurim twitches.
"You okay?"
"Dick... diiick...."
"What?"
"Diiiick...."
Thinking back, when'd I last fuck her? Been busy lately, neglected her....
"Know who I am?"
"Diiiick...."
She's in bad shape. My fault for skimping on dick case maintenance. What to do....
"Left you alone too long, huh? Sorry. What do you need?"
"Dick! Diiiick!"
"Hmm, start with sensitivity booster?"
I press it; pink mist rises, Yurim shivers violently. Her moist voice chanting "dick" gets my precum flowing. Perfect.
"Problem is, wired up like this, not much I can do."
"Diiiick, giiive me diiick...."
"Ah! How about the vibration?"
"Hiiikiiik!? Di♡ Diiiick♡"
I tease her with it awhile, but when real tears form, I stop. Meant as play, but she suffered. Sorry.
"You want this in?"
"Mmmph...♡"
Remote onahole has tons of options: paizuri fine, but armpits to feet? Nothing missing. Hyeun's dead serious about pervy shit.
"Dial to pussy fit?"
"Ha♡ Haaah♡ Dick♡ Diiiick♡"
I drop pants, whip out my rock-hard dick; Yurim's eyes track the tip wildly. Pure lovesick girl face. Dick case falls for the dick and does pure love story.... Beautiful.
"Here it comes!"
Prime stroker display delights my eyes. Prime dick case in hand awaits impalement. This is paradise. I ram the object of its love deep into the dick case with all my might.