EP.80 Level 8 - Tilted Playground (6)
Code 3137. Heart Queen tattoo on her lower back, awakened a tanking trait with body reinforcement. Based on her abilities alone, you'd think she was the upright, honest type, but from the moment she first saw me, she was a shy girl who hid her face. And her heart was so soft that when I took her belly pud as hostage, she surrendered way too easily. She gives off that vibe where she'll take any attack or mental torment without complaint. So I decided to call her Bodytank.
"...But hey, Bellypud, mind backing off a bit? You got your fill of beatings—now go do your job."
"Nooo..."
The urge to smack her surged up, but hitting her now would just feel like a reward and make her worse. Jeong-a was convenient because she'd get happy even if I just ignored her and told her to fuck off. But turning Bodytank into a maso who craves scolding has its inconveniences.
"Keep that up, and I might never hit you again? Can't steal your Bodytank time, right?"
"Tch... Fine."
Only then did she leave the room with Gongju. Honestly, if she weren't so busy, rolling around in a 3P here wouldn't be bad. But time's short right now.
"Hm, you watched Bellypud get wrecked right next to you—what's your take?"
"S-Sorry. Not sure."
"Hmmm, whoosh!"
I playfully swung a fist at Bodytank's face. But she stared right back without blinking, just her body trembling. Solid tank potential.
"Personality-wise, you seem like a total scaredy-cat, but you've got the basics of tanking down pat. You're full of irony, huh?"
"If I can't protect Master, Master could get hurt... That's scarier..."
Hm, this type might be the trickiest. She'll obey threats on the surface, but true submission? Unlikely. She could betray—or revert—anytime, making her hard to use.
More than her prior conditioning, I need mental dominance over her.
And with my personality, it's tough to go hard on someone this obedient. Tricky. But that's what makes conquering her fun, right?
"Whatever. First, time to teach you the naughty stuff... What the—your pussy's already wet?"
"3142..."
"Not 3142—Bodytank."
"Seeing Bodytank feel good... I got wet without thinking. S-Sorry!"
"No need to apologize."
If anything, she skipped a step for me. Given her personality, I need to imprint me as someone she loves, building a wall so thick even Master can't breach it. Make myself bigger than Master ever was.
"Memories of Master are off-limits, right? Memories of something called Master... Too Scary~"
"Eh? Ehhh..."
Failure? Her life revolves around Master—erasing it entirely would wreck her normal thinking. Training her like this would just leave her feeling manipulated, like with Velvelsay's Eum Jiyoung. Half-assed erasure won't cut it; the brainwashing's too deep.
"The one you serve isn't Master—it's Teacher. My head's ringing."
Then replace Master with me. Hate using those linked memories, but no choice.
"From today, I'm your teacher. Got it?"
"Y-Yes... Teacher. But the assignment process isn't like this..."
"Emergencies call for shortcuts—perfectly normal. My head's ringing."
Ah, didn't think of that. Good thing I patched it quick—almost sparked suspicion.
"Bodytank belongs to Teacher now? So what does Bodytank do?"
"Give everything. Protect with my life, pour all love into Teacher alone."
"Pouring all love into Teacher? Spot on. But Teacher's different—no need for life-risking or that other stuff."
"...Why?"
She thinks sacrificing her life for true love is fine. But making it an obligation? Not my style.
"I want you to love me, not just obey like a puppet."
I want these trophies moving on their own free will. Tough now, but eventually, shining like Gongju would be ideal. Protecting me? Great. Granting requests, fighting weirdos like the Women's Rights crew together? Awesome. But rooted in their desire to do it.
The trophies I want aren't forced—they act because they crave giving to me. Pouring out love's true fruits.
"Y-Yes..."
"You won't get the difference yet. So forget everything but loving me."
"Love... But I was taught those acts are for the loved one. Surrender all, obey commands..."
Easier to convince? Nah, weirder. Hm, how to make her get it?
"Not telling you to stop. Love me, and you'll naturally want to—joyfully."
"Ah..."
"Other teachers force it before love grows, for convenience. Not me."
"I-I see."
Her eyes screamed curiosity—what's this love that changes people? I laid her on the bed, gently stroking, starting a massage.
"Ticklish? Focus on that feeling."
"Yes..."
First, find her strongest erogenous zones. Softly from neck to collarbone, armpits, then breasts—nipples, areolae. Down to belly, clit, ass, feet.
"Just clit reacts normally. Ears have some potential..."
Or lips. Every spot can be sensitized, but strong baseline spots are easiest...
"Bingo."
"Yes?"
"Lips are your erogenous zone. Tough one. Ever kissed?"
"N-No, saving it for Teacher."
"So I'm first?"
I devoured her lips. Not a normal kiss—tongue-worked her lips inside my mouth. More one-sided caress than kiss.
"Hnn..."
"Spine's tingling weirdly? Only lips touched."
"Yeah... Strange. Felt similar watching Bellypud earlier."
She got aroused instinctively watching me fuck Bellypud. Just tonguing her lips gets this? Worth developing.
"That tingle? Happiness. Too weak, so it tickles."
"Happiness...?"
"Like savoring tasty food—mixing with Teacher brings it."
Crank sensitivity and pound for easy break-in. But now, mental sync matters. Pure pleasure memories might scare, blurring details. Fine for chasing highs, but logic-heart conquest needs more. Not submit to pleasure—make her love me from within. Miss that, training's pointless.
"Happiness builds, like stacking paper sheets."
"Stacking?"
"Yeah. Focus, imagine stacking more."
Explained, kissed again. Massaged lips softly, hand sneaking to lightly tease her slightly erect clit.
"Hng..."
"How's it?"
"Kinda chilly."
Her eyes glazed. Trembling from pleasure, mistook for cold. Gotta correct.
"Not cold. Pleasure makes you shiver too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you mini-came a bit."
"Mini-came?"
"Went to happiness. But climax resets some stacks—hold back for more."
Women don't lose all buildup like men, but post-wave numbness happens. Blocking peaks sustains overload painfully.
"Again."
"Yes. This time, proper climax."
Start lip-devour. Now rub lips for new texture, slip tongue in gently. Explore her mouth, friction on main zone—lips. Link inner/outer sensations to confuse origins. Infuse max happy memory potential.
"Haup, mm... Hah♡"
Building pleasure roughens breath, moans turn desperate. Hand to pussy, stroke gently. Time to push.
"Mp, mmm! Churp... Haup♡"
Shivers shorten—she's struggling. Grab clit, rub wildly. Sudden spike topples her stack.
"Mmp!? Pwaa! Hyaaang♡ Kyahaang♡ Ng♡ Uhha, haa..."
First real climax. Stunned stare, then silent hug, murmur.
"This... this is love..."
"Yeah, love. Lesson 1: perfect."
Showed her sticky hand—love juices. Started Lesson 2 on their beauty, importance.