EP.45 Level 5 - My Head's Spinning (17)
"Master, time to wake up. You need to have breakfast."
What the hell? Did I set my alarm to a person's voice or something? And why does it feel like someone's shaking me awake?
"Uh, huh? Hyemi!?"
I blinked my eyes open from sleep, and there she was—Hyemi, wearing nothing but a naked apron, rousing me.
I figured it had to be a dream and tried to roll over back to sleep, but she stopped me.
"You have to get up."
"What the hell is going on...?"
Of course, last night I'd made her swear to become my sex slave and all that. But how the fuck did she even get in? What's the password to my front door?
"Oh, I just asked a spirit, and it told me right away."
"This is why high-rank hunters are..."
I suddenly felt bitter toward that door lock company advertising how no ordinary ability could tamper with it. An A-rank hunter meddling with it? Yeah, that's no "ordinary" ability—total free pass.
"Ah, looks like it built up while you slept. So impressive♡ Here, my pussy is always ready for you, Master♡ Dump as much as you want inside♡"
"You slave bitch, being so cheeky first thing in the morning."
"Cheeky slave pussy♡ Toy with it however you like♡ Make me come to my senses♡"
Was this really the Hyemi I knew? The 'My head's spinning' phrase was still implanted, so yeah, she was genuinely convinced she was my real slave. But being a slave didn't mean she had to grovel like this.
"I've got a question. Why are you treating me like your master right off the bat?"
"W-well..."
"There must be a reason. Did you really decide you like me that much?"
"Not quite yet. But you gave me a chance to get revenge on her, didn't you? Think of this as payback."
"So because I let you get revenge on your sister, this is how you're repaying the favor?"
She nodded. But something felt off. No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like she was hiding something.
"And look, proof that I'm yours is right here."
"Ooh yeah..."
Hyemi shook the piercing on her clit back and forth, dancing with it. Spreading her pussy in an M-position and doing that vulgar dance on day one? This was the adaptation speed of a Republic of Korea A-rank hunter turned slave? Was this what it took to reach A-rank at 23?
Fucking terrifying.
"There♡ Your master's exclusive pussy is perfectly warmed up and ready♡ Just fire one cool load in here in the morning before heading to work."
"Whew, I don't know what's what, but yeah, this boner's not going down."
The cause? No matter how I sliced it, it was Hyemi tempting me with her sleazy display right in front of me. What should I do with this lewd slave slut?
"Fuck it. I'll just let my dick decide..."
Morning brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. Pound first, think later—that seemed like the play. Starting the day with a quick morning fuck didn't sound half bad.
"Whoa, shit. What'd you soak yourself with?"
"Hah♡ Master's huge cock♡ Nom♡"
You, how'd your speech get this trashy overnight? Even when she fell last night at the end, it wasn't this bad.
"Haa, how's this? Do you like it when I talk like this?"
"...Probably?"
Something definitely went down last night. Her showing up at my place first thing and pulling this shit? That had to be why.
Ah, brain. Shut up and just thrust already.
"Ugh, mornings are rough—no power."
"Then relax, Master. I'll service you♡"
"Yeah, do that..."
We switched positions, Hyemi mounting me this time. She said she'd service, so I could just lie back.
"Hah♡ Hauk♡ This, this is my womb getting ravaged♡ Kyaa♡"
"Whoa, shit...!"
This pistoning technique was beyond anything I'd imagined. Hyemi used her spirit to levitate her body for a split second, then slammed down hard using gravity, burying me deep inside. Repeating that created rapid, powerful strokes that savagely stimulated my cock. On top of that, the cozy sensation wrapped in her love juices awakened a contrasting gentleness amid the violent sex.
Thump, thump.
Even in this rough fuck, my mind relaxed, senses zeroing in solely on my dick.
"Hauk♡ Masteer♡"
"Whoa, shit. How'd you even think of this? You filthy slave slut."
It was plenty stimulating just lying there, but it felt like losing, so I twisted my hips to vary the thrusts. Bend it this way to really scrape her G-spot, right?
"M-Master!? Hak♡ W-wait♡ Uhoh♡ Uhoh♡"
I must've nailed it—Hyemi froze mid-thrust, shuddering in orgasm. Yet her pussy still clenched at the perfect angle, milking my cock. Incredible.
Was this the same Hyemi pussy I'd dominated until yesterday? What kinda training turned it into this perverted fuckhole overnight? No way Hyeun...?
"Did Hyeun teach you dirty stuff by any chance?"
"Yes♡ That meat toilet seemed to know her stuff, so I only learned service techniques♡"
"Ooh..."
Overnight crash course at this level? Hyeun was elite at producing perverts too. Why the fuck was she so goddamn perfect even here?
"Th-that lewd pervert bitch♡ Said I could do whatever to her body in exchange for teaching♡ She went wild teaching me insane shit♡ All stuff men would love, so I held back and learned♡ Kyahuk♡"
"Yeah, good job."
So Hyeun just satisfied her own urges. She'd wanted to sexually torment Hyemi all this time but held back? And loving her sister but trying to fuck her like that? Made sense for her.
Ah, her whole mindset's different.
Sharing good feelings, no concept of it being wrong. So when Hyemi asked, she must've squirmed in joy at sharing fun with her precious sister.
"Haa♡ Haa♡ Master's cock is throbbing, dying to plant seeds in me♡"
"You want it?"
"Fill me♡ Stuff me full♡"
"You got it!"
I released as I said it, but suddenly her clinging juices moved on their own, stroking my cock. Like hands jerking me off, the fluids massaged every inch.
This has to be spirits...!
What the hell did she prepare overnight!?
Squelch! Squish! Splurt! Splurt! Spurt!
My forceful ejaculation wasn't enough—the juices kept wringing me, sucking out every last drop. Only after repeated womb-battering shots did it subside.
"Whoa, never imagined getting milked like that."
"Hau♡ Master's cum♡ Filling my belly♡"
"You're scary for real..."
Seriously, she didn't seem that into it. It felt mechanical, like she was just doing a job. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't amazing for me, though.
True service.
Throwing herself away for me, focusing only on my pleasure, not hers. Probably didn't give much EXP. Why was she going this far for me?
"Whew, thanks—that was a nice morning release. So what's the real deal coming here at dawn? What about Hyeun?"
"Ah, want me to show you?"
She played a video, grinning like it was the best thing ever. It showed Hyemi packing to leave home, Hyeun collapsing in genuine tears, begging her to stay. Whoa, she could cry from real sadness? Kinda pitiful.
"Haa♡ Thinking back, that meat toilet bitch suffering like that♡ So thrilling♡"
"Somehow... sorry."
I'd graduated Hyemi from Hyeun, but she enrolled straight into me—and now hated Hyeun that much. Didn't expect it to go this far.
"Maybe head back for now?"
"M-Master, am I bothering you by being here?"
Uh, yeah. I'm a guy used to living alone—'course it's awkward. Having a morning horniness handler was great, but knowing it was like a job? Kinda meh.
"No matter how much you hate her, she's still your sister. Live together."
"L-live with that meat toilet bitch!?"
"You hate her that much?"
She hesitated, sighed, then spoke carefully.
"Truth is, I don't hate her that much."
"Then why?"
There had to be a reason for ditching so coldly. Or just wanted to torment her? She'd definitely developed a fetish for bullying her sister since yesterday.
"No matter how evil her intentions raising me, I'm grateful where it's due. I know that. It's not like we can't live together."
"Then why?"
"...I can't control myself."
"Huh?"
Control what...? Oh. A bad premonition hit me.
"Everything about tormenting her feels too good. Spitting abuse sets my body on fire, grabbing her hair and making her drink piss—I could get addicted. Even now, I kinda need to pee, and I wanna run to that bitch."
"That's seriously fucked up... but kinda hot."
"Wish I could hold back at that level, but staring at her soft body makes me wonder how good it'd feel to slice it open..."
"...Whoa."
How far had I ruined this girl? So she fled here before actually gutting her sister?
"You can torment her plenty at work. But knowing she's sleeping next door? Weird thoughts keep coming."
"Can't be helped then. Stay here till you calm down."
It was my fault she got this twisted fetish—I'd take responsibility. Worst case, wipe it out... but
Not a perfect fix.
I planned to remove the sex slave oath later anyway. It was just emergency damage control. Felt uneasy, like the fire wasn't out—just moved elsewhere...
"Ah, food's probably cold. I'll reheat it."
"No need to..."
"Just warming it up. Sit and wait."
Figured she'd prepped instant food from my place. But the table was laid out with what anyone could see was proper home-cooked meals.
No way she made all this herself?