Level 4 - Study If You Don't Know (3)
Now I can perform lewd acts using mana stimulation instead of physical touch. I can control the flow in her breasts!
"Hng!"
"Hiiik♡ My bweasts♡"
Ayoung was struggling to hold her breasts in place as they tried to bounce everywhere. My cock entrusted its sensations to the fully automatic onahole formed by those tits and kept pistoning away.
The slick, squelching friction between her massive, soaked breasts—drenched in love juices and precum—and my rock-hard erection was obscenely arousing, sending shivers down my spine. Every deep thrust brought the glans surging up past her cleavage toward her face, looking ready to burst at any second.
Ugh, here it comes!
"Ayoung, close your eyes!"
"Okay!"
The moment she shut her eyes, my semen erupted, splattering not just her face but even sticking thickly to her hair. I carefully wiped only the cum from around her eyes to preserve that tantalizing sight, then said,
"Hoo, you're prettiest like this, my Ayoung."
"Hehe, did I do good?"
"Of course! You're the best, Ayoung."
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Why's someone interrupting our fun with weird noises? Oh, right—I'd sealed Yeo Yurim's mouth.
"What is it? Speak."
"Ayoung! You're being tricked! This is all wrong no matter how you look at it! Why would you love a psycho who blasts your face with filthy cum and calls it pretty?!"
Oh, that actually sounds pretty reasonable to me. But do you think hearing that will change Ayoung's mind? To her, semen is the crystallization of love, a beautiful fruit—never something dirty.
"Filthy? Yurim, semen is the fruit of love! It's the precious feeling that makes babies!"
"What kinda bullshit is that?!"
"Exactly—semen and love juices are the fruits of love, that beautiful feeling solidified into precious sparkles."
"Fuck, you're disgusting! Brainwashing Ayoung with that crap!"
I didn't really brainwash her. If anything, I just erased the memory of the bad sexual habits I'd taught her. Your Honor, I'm innocent.
"You're the one trying to break me and Darling apart with those lies, right? I'm not falling for it!"
"Goddamn it!"
"Don't be too hard on her, Ayoung. Yurim just doesn't know the beauty of love yet."
"Oh, is that it?"
"Yeah. We should kindly teach those who don't know. Fighting just drags it out, right?"
"True! Darling's so kind!"
Yurim scowled at our exchange like she was witnessing something repulsive. Whew, must feel refreshing with the cum cleared from her head too. Time to turn my attention to her.
Leveling up really makes this easier.
I could feel my abundant mana clearly. Even with "Do It For Me" keeping Yurim pinned since earlier, I still had tons left over.
"Weird. You called it filthy, but..."
"Don't touch me, you bastard!"
"You're a little wet down here, though?"
"Fuck off!"
She's not even embarrassed. Well, getting a bit wet from lewd sights is just physiological—maybe that's why.
Hmm, then I should link those physiological reactions to maximum shame.
"Ayoung, help me undress her?"
"Sure!"
"You crazy fuck!"
"Do It For Me" quietly.
Turn down the volume, local broadcast. Yeo Yurim Hunter, we're about to have a clean, beautiful sex ed lesson—can't have you yelling through it.
"Wow, honestly, after Jeong-ah and you, hers are tiny."
"What can I do? You drained my mana to boost yours."
Not flat like a normal person's, though—somewhere between C and D cup, I'd say. Her smaller size comes from being a physical enhancement hunter who uses special costs instead of mana. Special costs mean less mana-proportional breast growth. Plus, as a physical enhancer, her mana spreads throughout her body, shrinking them further... She's got every reason for small tits, so it's normal. Of course, compared to level 8 Ayoung, they feel tiny.
Still, the soft, pinkish protruding nipples felt great in my hands—nice and squishy.
This is fun.
"Why do your nipples dangle like that?"
"That's sexual harassment—stop touching me, asshole!"
Oh, got carried away 'cause the texture's addictive. Protruding way more than her breast size suggests, it's super fun to fiddle with. Fascinating.
"Damn, her body's gorgeous, though."
Jeong-ah and Ayoung have hunter-perfect bodies too, but physical enhancers feel like perfected weapons—lines of taut muscle everywhere, utterly flawless. Non-enhancers are god-given onaholes, but with enhancement? How perfectly designed to please cock? I nearly came just imagining.
Wanna slam in right now, but...
No proper warmup, and it'll be hard to enjoy. This time's focused on "Study If You Don't Know," so rushing kills the fun.
Just breaking her outright is boring.
I want to watch her hit rock bottom, bit by bit, thinking "this much is fine." With these powerful traits, it'd be a waste to squander them boringly—others would curse me. Better give 'em to me instead.
"Let's start with the classics."
Most common in hypnosis-type powers? Sensitivity boosts and orgasm triggers for specific situations, obviously. Cliché, sure—but that's why it's so hot. Same for me.
"Pleasure sensitivity doubles every time her back is slapped. But no orgasms in normal situations—only possible once my semen enters her body."
"More weird shit..."
"Just stating facts. Don't know? Study If You Don't Know."
"Hik?!"
I scribbled graffiti on her belly. With that written on, she really looks like a toilet—hot as hell.
"Wh-what's this?! Wipe it off now!"
"Activate!"
I slapped her belly, and the letters glowed as the trait triggered. Sensitivity's up now, so Ayoung and I can torment her plenty.
"Pose-holding getting tough? I'll release you."
"......."
Instead, I forbade her from using excessive force. Easier for us to touch, no counterattack risk.
"Pretty strong even restrained."
Still manageable to hold by force—and two against one? No chance.
"Let go! This is rape, you psychos!"
"So what? Didn't you torment kids without knowing it's a crime?"
Hypocrite. I hate hypocrites, teacher. Wait, actually, thanks to that, I can vent stress guilt-free. Love hypocrites, fuckers.
"Back! Show me your back!"
"Fuck off!"
Er, must slap back. Smack! Doubles per slap, so start light at 2x.
"Ayoung, wanna share the joy of love juice massage with Yurim?"
"Wait a sec. Haht♡"
"Wh-what're you doing?!"
While I held Yurim, Ayoung straddled her chest, legs spread, masturbating. Love juices dripping down—lewd as fuck.
"Haa, hik! Love you, Darling!"
She squirted hard in climax. Yurim, drenched, looked increasingly weirded out. Makes sense—things are getting absurd.
But the real absurdity's in her own body. That's when the brain starts rejecting reality.
Ayoung began massaging Yurim with her juices.
"It tickles so good, right?"
"Hik!? Gross! Stop smearing it!"
Gross ain't the issue. Body heats up soon, won't care.
"Tickles... what the hell is this?"
"Ayoung's juices have that effect."
Don't underestimate human hot gel. Already sensitizing and tickly, plus 2x sensitivity? Unbearable.
"Massage feels good? Rub the tickly spots smooth—feels so refreshing."
"Don't talk to meeeek♡"
"Just let that loving feeling take over your mind and body."
"Fuck off. I dunno what you did, but you think this breaks me? Dream on."
Oh, straight outta hentai. Those characters always end corrupted, dick-mad by the last page. Can't betray the cliché.
I licked her lower belly long and slow.
"Gross! Stop and let go! Tickling me to death!"
"Aw, no need to be shy. That's the feeling of love. Right, Ayoung?"
"Yeah! Be honest, Yurim—it's okay. That's love!"
Resisting hard at first, Yurim weakened under our endless caresses. Realized she can't escape resistance, felt Ayoung's touches—naturally relaxes.
"Release you?"
"...Yeah."
A bit rude, but now's for easing itch into faint pleasure buildup. Can't fully free her—no external contact or leaving roof.
"Why can't I leave when I try..."
"Think I'd release you for nothing?"
Can't overpower me either—excess force forbidden. Even skill-to-skill, Ayoung's trait crushes her easy. Knowing that, she backed off max, scratching to relieve itch.
Itch relief feels good, but returns soon. Builds pleasure, body heats—no climax possible.
"Ayoung, slap her back once."
"Okay."
Smack! Yurim shuddered. Sudden 4x pleasure rush—head spinning.
"Hik!?"
"Need help? Back itchy?"
"Don't come near. Haht♡"
Now stroking not for itch, but hot pleasure relief. Not scratching rough—gentle caresses, moaning lewdly.
But no climax, so endless frustration. Beg me for cum to cum? Die before that—vicious cycle tormenting her brain with unstoppable masturbation.
Breaking that cycle's her fall's starting point. First step's always hardest.