Puppeteer 2
I sank deep into the sofa and took a sip of coffee gone cold. Invisible threads of mana now stretched from my fingertips, binding not only Seo-yun but Cheol-min's flailing limbs as well.
At my command, Seo-yun lunged at him against her own will and started yanking down his pants.
"Seo-yun! What the hell are you doing? Snap out of it!"
Cheol-min recoiled in horror and tried to shove her off by the shoulders. In that instant I pulled the thread controlling his arms taut, and they locked rigid in midair. Seo-yun's hands, meanwhile, moved with mechanical precision, unbuckling his belt and ripping the zipper down.
"Why... why is this happening? Oh my god... mmph! Mmmph!"
Seo-yun's lips convulsed as she tried to scream, but her will had already been banished from her own body. Tears streaming down her face, she could only watch as her hands yanked her boyfriend's underwear down in a single brutal tug.
The air inside the café froze. Customers at the surrounding tables shrieked and shot to their feet, and the quiet café erupted into chaos in a matter of seconds. But a far crueler performance was still waiting in the wings.
I pressed my finger down.
Cheol-min tried to resist, but his lower body locked in place instead, legs spread wide to give Seo-yun easy access. Then that proud, unyielding head of hers was driven, at the flick of my finger, straight down between Cheol-min's thighs.
"Mmph...! Slurp... gulp...!"
Seo-yun's elegant lips wrapped around Cheol-min's cock in its entirety.
"Ah! Stop! Seo-yun, don't! Please!"
Cheol-min screamed like a madman, but his own hands clamped down on her hair and shoved her even deeper onto his dick.
"Oh my god! Look at that!"
"Are they insane? What are they doing in here?"
"Whoa, they've got some nerve. We gotta record this."
The stunned customers whipped out their phones in unison. Camera shutters exploded from every direction, dozens of lenses capturing this filthy, grotesque coupling in the middle of the café in real time.
The air in the café had gone past shock now, thickening with a strange heat. As my fingers cut through the air in a rhythm, Seo-yun's head began pumping between Cheol-min's thighs at a mechanical pace.
"No!!! Mmph! Slurp! Tch, slurp...!"
Seo-yun didn't pause for even a second, driving herself on with savage intensity. That once-noble face was a mess of spit and tears, her terror-stricken blue eyes blown so wide they looked ready to split at the sockets as she stared up at Cheol-min.
He was no better. His mind screamed at him to stop this madness, but his hips, bound by my threads, slammed mercilessly into the deepest part of her throat.
"Ah, no... please... ugh!"
A moan of pure despair tore from Cheol-min's lips. Tears poured from both of them without pause, soaking their chins, even as their bodies indulged in each other like starving beasts, locked in perfect, hideous sync.
Serves you right. What a perfectly matched pair of trash.
People out on the street had already stopped in their tracks, peering in through the café windows.
"Oh my god, isn't that the son of that famous family?"
"They're insane. What the hell are they doing in a café in broad daylight!"
Onlookers poured into the café like a rising tide. Dozens of smartphone cameras burst with flash after flash, broadcasting their ruin in real time. Instagram, YouTube, every forum that mattered — in a matter of seconds, the high-class lives they had worn like a badge were turning into a national punchline.
That was when the threads at my fingertips pulled taut, the mana of Version 2.0 hitting its critical threshold. I twisted my fingers one last time, squeezing them as if wringing something dry.
"Hngh! Ghhhhh—!"
Cheol-min's whole body arched like a drawn bow and convulsed. At the same instant, the hot, dense fluid that had been pent up at the tip of his cock erupted like a volcano.
Spurt, spurt—!
A staggering volume of cum splattered across Seo-yun's face, her lips, and the neat lines of her dress. Stripped even of the right to turn away, she could only stare wide-eyed as her lover's mess painted her in real time.
Even after he finished, the two of them froze in that shameful pose under my control. Camera shutters and the crowd's jeering laughter filled the café from every side.
"This isn't over. You two have more coming."
Still buried in the corner sofa, I flicked my fingers with a look gone cold. The formless threads that unspooled from my fingertips seized both of their spines and forced them straight. Seo-yun and Cheol-min, trembling and dripping with cum, lurched upright at a grotesque angle, as if some enormous invisible hand were hauling them to their feet.
"Mmph! Mmmph...!"
Seo-yun's eyes rolled back in horror. Her own pale hands betrayed her, reaching behind her back to drag down the zipper of her dress. Cheol-min was no different — his fingers tore open his shirt buttons one by one, rough and merciless. With dozens of smartphone cameras flashing around them, the two of them were put on display before the public without a scrap of clothing left.
"S-Seo-yun... what the hell..."
"Cheol-min... what do we do... hah, hah..."
I pressed my index finger down.
"Ah... haah...!"
Seo-yun's heavy, resilient body was slammed onto the table. The impact sent her breasts — as full and lush as any Hollywood star's — rolling with a dense, weighty bounce. Her smooth skin, smeared with sticky fluid, gleamed obscenely under the café lights, and those long model-length legs spread wide toward Cheol-min at the play of my fingers, opened to a degree of humiliation that left nothing to the imagination.
"Please... please stop...!"
Cheol-min's scream of a plea scattered into nothing. I seized his hips and drove him roughly between her spread thighs. Seo-yun's wide pelvis and plump ass crushed and rolled under his weight, flattening in a way that was almost ugly to watch. Under the eyes of the crowd, that beautiful body of hers was nothing now but a slab of meat, rolling and shuddering in answer to pleasure and pain alike.
I pressed Cheol-min's shaft flush against her entrance. Tears poured from both of them like blood, but the instant my fingers gave a faint twitch, their hips began to buck without mercy, straining toward a coupling as raw as any animal's.
The café had gone past shock. It filled with a roar of half-mad cheering.
"Wooooah~~"
"Put it in! Fuck her!"
"Holy shit, the realism on this. This is straight-up porn."
"This is so fucking hot. I wanna do it too!"
I stayed sunk in the sofa, a thin smile on my lips, and swept my index finger roughly back and forth.
"Aaaaagh! No! Uuugh!"
Cheol-min's scream tore out of him as his back arched like a bow and his hips slammed mercilessly into Seo-yun's soaked cleft.
Slap—! Thud! Thud!
The heavy sound of flesh striking flesh rang out as if it might punch through the café ceiling. Amplified a hundredfold by the motion of my fingers, Cheol-min's thrusting drove past anything a human body should have been capable of. Seo-yun's full breasts heaved helplessly under the impact as she lay on the table, her narrow waist bending as if it might snap while it took every stroke of his hips.
"Hah, hah... nngh! Please... somebody... aaahn!"
From Seo-yun's lips came a tangle of moans her reason refused and wails torn straight from her soul. Her wide hips and springy ass slammed against the tabletop with every thrust, bruising red where they struck.
The hundreds of spectators packed around them had gone past astonishment into a frenzy of excitement.
"Woooah! That's insane! Fuck her harder!"
"Clap clap clap! This is sick! This livestream's gonna blow up!"
"Baby, I want to do it too..."
People clapped along with the rhythm and howled. The stutter of dozens of smartphone flashes made the whole scene look like some festival out of hell. All that upper-class dignity they had been so proud of was being trampled to pieces under a rain of mocking applause.
Then a siren wailed from outside the café.
"Move aside! Police! Everyone back!"
Officers with shields and batons shoved through the crowd and burst into the café. What they found waiting for them was a scene no ordinary human sense could account for.
"Hey! Stop right now! What the hell are you doing!"
Two officers rushed in, seized Cheol-min by the shoulders, and tried to wrench him off her. But my invisible threads were harder than steel. Even with the police hauling on him with everything they had, his hips only drove deeper and rougher into Seo-yun, as if a magnet were pulling him in.
"They won't come apart! What is this? Are their muscles locked up?!"
The officers fumbled for their radios in a panic — and that was when I sent the signal for the last climax. I clenched my fingers tight, and the impulse struck both of their spines at once.
"Haaaaaaaaah—!"
Cheol-min's eyes rolled white and his whole body seized in a massive convulsion. It was a final fit, terror and a pleasure hot enough to burn the brain mixed into one.
Thrust, throooost—!
A staggering flood of cum hammered against the mouth of Seo-yun's womb and poured in. She twisted her hips like a madwoman, tongue lolling, drool running from her mouth, and both of their bodies hit climax together, shuddering hard before they finally collapsed to the floor like puppets with their strings cut.
The moment they came apart, the officers piled onto their naked bodies and snapped on the cuffs.
"You two are under emergency arrest for public indecency and suspected drug use!"
Unconscious, leaking white fluid, the two of them were dragged away. The wretched sight of them being loaded into a police car went out nationwide in real time through countless camera lenses.
I rose unhurriedly from my corner of the café, a meaningful smile on my lips. The wretched man from that old blind date was gone. In his place stood only a man who possessed a power from which there was no retreat — a power he had no choice but to claim.