EP.64 Level 7 - Strengthen (6)

"Keurk...!"

"At least since I'm an Awakener, even just hitting you feels satisfying. Right?"

"W-What the hell are you? What did you do to me!?"

Eum Jiyoung rolled on the floor in agony, but her eyes stayed fixed on me and the CCTV monitors.

Well, yeah. It must be weird seeing the guy she thought was her plaything beating her ass. And yet her body wouldn't move because of "Do It For Me", so she'd be freaking out.

"Ah, this is a problem. My style isn't just beating someone like this—it's making them feel good until they submit."

"......."

She kept rolling her eyes, trying to figure out the situation. She'd probably realized by now that the weird shit happening on the CCTV was all because of me.

"Let's make a simple bet. You love BL and gay stuff enough to create Velvelsay, right?"

"......."

"If you don't give that up, it'll hurt like hell. Give it up, and you can be happy. Your choice."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Then why'd you do that shit to the guys you kidnapped for Velvelsay?"

Honestly, what could she even say to that? She tormented them just for fun, same as I'm doing to her now because it's enjoyable.

"The more you cherish BL and gay stuff, the higher your pain sensitivity gets. But the less you care, the more your pleasure sensitivity ramps up. Study if You Don't Know"

Put simply, it's a setup to make her abandon Velvelsay. People avoid pain and seek pleasure, so use that to nudge her toward quitting. That's the classic way to use suggestions.

"I'll never give it up."

"Say that after you've actually tried not giving it up."

I drew an arrow pointing to her pussy and labeled it "Semen Toilet", then applied my trait. Man, I figured she'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be turned on enough by now, but the effect was weaker than expected. Gotta get hard first if I'm gonna fuck her or not.

"Fuck, this is annoying. To proceed, I kinda have to stick it in."

"As expected, you'd rather love a man than something like me..."

"You talk such ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bullshit, you fucking bitch."

I don't care about your tastes. Did you have to phrase it that way just to piss me off? You're fucking dead now.

Her head's so fucked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that my dick won't even get hard for her, so regular fucking's out. The only substitute I have on hand that's always thick enough...

"My dick hates you. So let's substitute with an arm—just up to the elbow."

"...Arm?"

They call it fisting. Shoving your hand into a pussy or ass and pistoning. I've done it gently with Jeong-ah before, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without prep, it's mostly just pain. Of course, I have zero intention of prepping her.

The goal here is to make her feel physical or mental pain during sex play, then seek happiness to counter that aversion. Using an arm instead of a dick changes nothing major.

"Hm, won't go in. Well, no foreplay at all."

"Don't! Sex is for men with men! Stop!"

She was dead serious about that crazy shit. I was gonna make her masturbate or something, but thinking of her doing it while calling out her victim couples' names already pissed me off. Better trick her into getting wet.

"Look, there's a lightbulb here. It's gonna slide right into your pussy."

"What are you talking about? There's nothing...?"

"You really can't see it? Am I the Only One Uncomfortable?"

Of course, the sensation isn't perfect—it's just a hallucination level where she thinks it's happening. But her pain sensitivity is sky-high right now. Even just stepping on her pussy would cause intense pain. So now, she'll mistake that for shoving a bulb in and smashing it.

Her brain will hallucinate a dangerous foreign object tearing up her insides. To eliminate the pain, it'll secrete tons of pussy juice. Illusion-based lubrication via physiological response—complete.

"Wait, hold on. You're not gonna step on it like that, right...? Urk!? Hiiik! Kyaaak! Ack! Aaaahk!"

I stomped down on her pussy with all my strength. Grinding my weight into it was a bonus. Seeing her cry and wail in pain felt so damn refreshing.

"Whew, feels like I just checked something off my list."

"Heuk, it huuurts... It hurts!?"

"Stop making all that noise."

Still seemed a bit dry, so I massaged her pussy until my shoeprint was crystal clear. Man, even with this pain, she wasn't quitting—instead, she was still worrying about Velvelsay on the CCTV. Does she actually have mental issues?

"Oh, success anyway."

Just like I'd planned, her pussy insides were sopping wet. Residual pain was even making more juice leak out visibly. A bit tight, but no problem sliding in.

I compacted my hand as much as possible for easy entry and started inching it in. Her pussy wasn't stretched at all—tight like brand-new. Unexpected. Figured constant masturbation would've wrecked it.

She's even got a hymen?

Guess her interests were only in men fucking men, so she never touched her own. Well, fuck—there are guys who stay virgins hoping to get raped. No shock some bitch who only watches guy-on-guy leaves hers intact.

"What now? Even if my dick's a virgin, you said it's impossible."

"Hiiik!? Your hand's going in!?"

"Yup, it's the hole babies come out of—think it'd block this?"

Technically shouldn't go in, but whatever—a Hunter won't die from this. And if she does, more people would celebrate than mourn, so it's fine.

I gradually reshaped my hand into a tight fist. Heard that's the rule once inserted. Source is Jeong-ah, so maybe not fully reliable.

"What's it say on your hymen? Looks all round, like it's begging me to target it."

Should've felt it up before fisting. Nah, not worth the close inspection. She doesn't even value or maintain that hymen herself.

I pressed my fist tip against the hymen, adjusting position gently. Then tweaked her body pose overall. Can't rush her once-in-a-lifetime deflowering. Gotta record it well to show the victims.

"Hymen Punch!"

"Heuk!? Kreuk, uek...!"

Bam! I slammed my fist upward, punching through the hymen. Like it was a punching machine—full power strike. Her writhing score confirmed it went in deep.

Fist smacked her cervix hard. The shock made her pussy walls spasm, sucking my arm like it wanted to devour it. Pushed harder to breach the cervix, but no dice.

"Score's too low. Retry?"

Hymen's already torn—no exact redo. Repositioned, aiming to punch the cervix now. I'll be your cervix punch!

"Kehuk!? Heuk!? Heup, huaak...!"

That narrow hole even a glans struggles with—I smashed upward full force. Felt it widening bit by bit; just a little more...

Cervix punch! Cervix punch! Cervix punch!

I fisted silently, delivering merciless pistoning pain. Finally, her cervix surrendered like a defeated fortress, opening the gate.

Squelch! My fist—the "glans" of my arm—breached her cervix at last.

"Huaak, haaah...!"

"How's that? Hurts a ton, right? Better quit and make the pain stop."

This alone would've been agony. With heightened sensitivity, holding out this long? Her willpower deserves props, honestly.

"Nooo...!"

"Thrashing in pain, tears streaming, and still no quit?"

"BL is my life... I can't give it up...!"

"You're insane."

Spilling tears and virgin blood, yet spouting that. No wonder my dick—dead till now—twitched a bit. Breaking such iron will is pure joy. Wanna test it more?

"Let's add a trait for a sec."

Keep existing ones, amp her uterus sensation to insane pleasure levels. Just stroking sends her to orgasm. No—crank it so her brain melts from ecstasy.

Pain hits harder with contrast.

She's enduring intense pain. Hit her with impossible bliss, then yank it— the gap amplifies the suffering. Plus, she'll grasp the reward for ditching BL.

Applied the trait, spread my hand inside her uterus, and massaged the walls tenderly. As soft as could be, like consoling her recent torment.

"Heuk!? Haat♡ Hn♡"

"Feels good, huh?"

The violent pleasure rush from her first taste. And so gentle—she couldn't resist if she tried. I suppressed my rage, caressing her uterus lovingly.

"Haat!? Heung.... Heu♡ Ng♡ Ut...."

Her face melted in bliss. Drooling, beaming happily. Hips bucked, firing orgasm arrows. Etched pure ecstasy into her mind.

"Quit BL, and this pleasure's yours."

"N-Nooo...!"

I silently removed the new trait, clenched my fist. Resumed fisting harder than before. Her ecstatic face crumbled into agony.

"Gonna pass out? No chance. Strengthen"

Blocked fainting from pain. Pistoning sped up insanely. Her cervix now gaped expectantly for my fist.

"Still?"

How long did I torment her? Eyes rolled back from pain—I offered to end it, grant paradise bliss. Demonic whisper.

"Nooo...!"

"Willpower's impressive."

Unyielding even to pain and pleasure. Most would have their tastes twisted by now. This method won't break her mind easily.

"Mind, huh? Time to shatter her mentally?"

This is physical training. Add mental? What's her worst nightmare?

Biggest mental blow was first CCTV glimpse—Velvelsay crumbling. What if that plays out right in front of her?

Sorry, everyone.

Hallucinated a few Velvelsay victims via Am I the Only One Uncomfortable?, making them act like they wanna fuck her.

"Seojun-ah? No! Seojun-ah, you have Minjun! Not me...! Hiiik, no! Get away!"

"Oh, definitely working."

Velvelsay collapsing before her eyes, tied to her. The moment her worldview shatters—pure mental torment. Now I know how to torment this psycho.