X-ray Vision & Forced Lewd Talk 1

Maybe it was all the fierce, back-to-back sex with one beauty after another. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, but my mind had never been clearer. I didn't even manage to open my eyes until the midday sun had flooded every inch of the window in my studio apartment.

I reached for the smartphone buzzing on the nightstand, and the now-familiar purple notification window filled the screen.

"What's this? X-ray Vision, and... what's the other one?"

Faced with a term I'd never seen before, I looked it up on the spot. Forced Lewd Talk. Taken at its word, it meant making someone speak obscene things against their will.

"What's that supposed to be? Does it just make people talk dirty?"

Only after I read the explanation all the way through did a smile finally spread across my lips. Even if I asked a perfectly ordinary question, any woman inside the range of my power would answer in nothing but vulgar, filthy language — whether she wanted to or not. Even if her mind was forming a demure refusal, a lewd confession would come tumbling out of her mouth all on its own. This wasn't just conquering a body anymore. This was a whole other dimension: a live show of psychological demolition.

"This... this is way nastier, and way more fun, than I thought."

What would it feel like if filthy, unspeakable dirty talk came pouring out of those elegant lips of Soo-yeon or Chae-hee, the women I'd slept with yesterday? Or what if I used this on women who put on a whole performance of being proper and chaste? Just imagining it made my groin grow heavy.

I got out of bed, stretched, and looked out the window. Conquering a department-store clerk and a rookie actress wasn't enough. I needed the perfect prey to put this new toy through its paces.

"Let's run an experiment."

I headed out onto the street with a light step. Peeling back every woman's outer clothes with X-ray Vision, drinking in the taste of the lingerie hidden underneath and the secret flesh it covered — that little game was as enjoyable as ever.

Then, off in the distance, a beauty in a business suit came into view, that big ass of hers swaying with every step. She had the height of a model at a glance, and a hip line that looked ready to split that tight skirt at the seams. I watched her for a good while. Prey like that didn't come along every day. I closed the distance fast and spoke to her from behind.

"Excuse me..."

The woman stopped walking and slowly turned around. She looked like she got hit on plenty, because her eyes were full of irritation and arrogance. Her lips parted, about to spit out the usual rejection — and in that instant, my power seized her vocal cords.

"What do you want? You wanna fuck me? Why? You wanna suck on my tits? You wanna shove it in my pussy?"

"...?!"

The moment the words left her mouth, her eyes flooded with horror. In her head she must have been thinking I'm busy, please get out of my way — but what came out was the kind of cheap provocation you'd hear from a streetwalker. Her face flushed crimson in an instant, and she clapped both hands over her mouth.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Why am I...!"

She tried to apologize in a panic. But once the flood of filthy talk had broken, it wouldn't stop. When the terrified ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠woman opened her mouth again, something even more explicit came spilling out.

"Ah...! Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so bad...!"

The filthy confession rang out across the street, clashing violently with her neat business suit. As if she couldn't believe the things coming out of her own mouth, she stood there trembling from head to toe, tears welling in her eyes, completely at a loss.

"Oh no, what do I do... why is this... ah, I wanna suck it so fucking bad. Cock... cock, I said I wanna suck your cock!! Nngh..."

Through my X-ray Vision, I could see her heart hammering like it was about to burst, and down below, her entrance was already leaking hot fluid — shame and arousal mixed together. I took another step toward the flustered woman, a crooked smile on my face.

"What was that you just said? You want to suck mine? Pretty bold for a first meeting."

"N-no! That just now was... mmph!"

She recoiled in shock at the word cock that had come out of her own mouth and jammed her bag against her lips. But it was already too late. The gazes of people passing by locked onto the sophisticated beauty in the business suit, and her eyes trembled with shame. I didn't let the opening slip. I seized her forearm in a hard grip.

"You said it yourself just now. You want to suck it. So take responsibility."

"Let go of me! Please... aahng! Squeeze my tits too! Fuck me already. Aaah, give me your cock, I wanna suck it—"

The lips that had been trying to refuse me poured out another corrupted moan the instant my hand touched her. As if she couldn't believe the things coming out of her own mouth, she shook her head with tears in her eyes — but her feet were already being pulled by my strength toward the restroom of a nearby commercial building.

Click.

The sound of the restroom door locking echoed through the silent space. I shoved her against the wall. Inside the cramped stall, her ragged breathing mixed with the scent of her perfume, now laced with fear.

"Alright. Say it again. I want to hear those words you said out on the street, right here."

I switched on my X-ray Vision and looked inside her business skirt. Even as her whole body trembled with shame, her silk-like underwear was already soaked dark with instinctive arousal.

"I don't want this... please... nngh! Pull your cock out and shove it in my pussy already! I want to get fucked so bad I'm going crazy! Fuck me."

Those neat lips of hers spat out another shameless confession. She clutched her own cheeks and tried to sink to the floor, but I caught her chin and made her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠look at me.

"Look at that. Your mouth wants it this badly. A career woman in a business suit, begging a stranger to fuck her in a public restroom. How filthy."

"That's not... I don't think that... nngh! See how hard my nipples are standing up? Suck them with your mouth already!"

Her reason was desperately denying it, but her vocal cords, seized by Forced Lewd Talk, wouldn't stop. Hearing the filthy talk bursting out against her own will, with her own ears, the beauty's pride was being shredded to pieces. I unbuckled my pants at my leisure, looking down at her pinned against the wall. Inside the cramped stall, her ragged breathing bounced off the tiles and resonated. A smile playing on my lips, I murmured quietly.

"You want me to suck your tits? Say it again. With your own mouth."

Her face was so red with shame it looked ready to burst, and she shook her head hard. Tears of injustice and terror were already welling at the corners of her eyes. She bit down on her lip with everything she had, trying to resist — but my power ravaged her tongue without mercy.

"No, no! Sob... s-suck my nipples too! Lick them! Haah, oh god... what do I do...!"

The lewd pleading that came out against her own will startled her so badly she clapped a hand over her mouth. I peeled off her suit jacket and started undoing her shirt buttons one by one.

Through the shirt, the black lace bra wrapping her breasts became transparent. Her pink nipples, standing stiff from shame, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came into my view in raw, unfiltered detail. She tried to push my hands away, but the more she resisted, the more explicit the commands that came out of her lips.

"Don't, stop... nngh! Strip me rougher! Grab my tits, squeeze them, leave marks!"

"Alright, alright. Since the young lady is asking, I guess I have no choice. I just have to touch them and suck them, right?"

The shirt slid down off her shoulders, and her full breasts rose up over the bra. She tried to cover her chest with both hands, but I snatched her slender wrists and pinned them above her head. Her reason was screaming under catastrophic shame, but her body, seized by Forced Lewd Talk, was already riding the wave of instinctive pleasure. I buried my nose in the exposed white nape of her neck and drew in a deep breath of her skin — fear and arousal mixed together.

"Alright. Those nipples you've been begging for — I'll suck them as much as I want."

She shut her eyes in despair, but between her trembling lips, filthy words begging for the next pleasure were already leaking out.

"Ah, don't... do it. Suck them already... nngh, touch me."

Keeping her slender wrists pinned with one hand, I turned her around to face the large mirror mounted on the stall partition. Her disheveled hair, the shirt half-stripped and hanging off her shoulders, and a face soaked in tears of shame — all of it was reflected in the mirror, every last detail.

"Go on. Take a good look. See the face you're making while you beg me."

I yanked her bra down. Her full, springy breasts bounced free, laid bare in the mirror. I bit her earlobe and roughly flicked the pink nipple that had gone stiff and raised its head.

"Aaah! Aahng! Please... nngh! Pinch them harder! See how hard my nipples are, like little cocks? Bite them, chew them with your mouth already! Aaaahng—!"

She turned her head, trying to escape the mirror, despairing at the vulgar commands coming out of her own mouth. But I gripped her chin hard and made her look at herself.

"I don't want this, let go...! Nngh! Squeeze my tits harder, bruise them! I look like a total slut — showing myself to a guy I just met is so fucking hot. Ah, fuck..."

Her reason was screaming and crying, but her vocal cords, seized by Forced Lewd Talk, showed no sign of stopping. I filled my mouth with her breast, rolling the nipple with my tongue, and at the same time reached a hand down under her skirt. Through the tight business skirt, her situation down below was laid completely bare. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠black lace panties had already gone dark, soaked with instinctive arousal, and between them a trail of clear fluid was running down her thigh.

"Well, well. The pretty young lady who was heading to work in a business suit is already soaked all the way through? Say it yourself. What's going on down there right now."

"That's not true, I'm a proper woman... nnnngh! Water's pouring out of my pussy hole! Pull my panties off and ram your cock all the way in, grind me up! I'm a total bitch in heat!"

The woman in the mirror heard her own filthy confession, and her eyes went completely unfocused. The pride of the once-composed career woman had been shredded to pieces. Now, all that remained in the glass was a bitch in heat, pouring out vulgar dirty words in response to a stranger's touch.

I grabbed a handful of her soaked ass and whispered low into the ear of a woman whose last thread of reason was just beginning to snap.

"Good girl. Now I'll make everything those filthy lips of yours want into reality, one by one."