X-ray Vision & Forced Lewd Talk 3

"This way, please. I'll show you to the VIP room."

Perhaps because there was still some distance between us, the woman conducted herself with perfectly professional composure. The slender one took the lead. The line of her back, visible through the uniform, was smooth and unblemished, and with every step her slender, elegant ankles peeked into view. The busty woman following behind advertised her presence with every sway of her ample hips as she passed through the narrow corridor.

Inside the room, a faint aroma and low, muted lighting combined to create a strangely languid atmosphere. I stripped off my shirt and lay face-down on the massage bed, a soft towel spread beneath me.

"I'm Mina, and this is Jisu. We'll be giving you a special two-person intensive treatment today."

Slender Mina settled in at my head and began pressing into my shoulder muscles with her delicate fingers. At the same time, busty Jisu took her place at my legs, pressing her heavy breasts against my calves as she started to work in the oil.

Before I buried my face in the bed, my vision had already peeled their uniforms apart layer by layer. Mina was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wearing neat white cotton panties. Jisu, wildly mismatched to that enormous frame of hers, had on a precarious purple thong — a single string wedged tight between the cleft of her ass.

"Sir, your body's quite tense. We'll work those knots right out, so just relax and leave it to us."

Jisu whispered it kindly as her hand slid deep along my inner thigh. Their touch was professional. Their voices were modest. But that peaceful little routine ended here.

A cruel smile crept across my mouth, hidden beneath the bed, and in my mind I flipped the switch on my power.

"Alright, ladies. Don't just massage me — if there's something you want to say, go ahead and say it. For instance… what you're thinking while you look at my body."

The words had barely left my mouth before the still air in the room began to vibrate with something grotesque. Mina's fingers trembled. Jisu's breathing turned suddenly ragged. Their reason must have been screaming, clawing for control — but their vocal cords were already slaves to my power, and the corrupted words started spilling out.

The first to break was slender Mina, the one who'd been wearing that innocent smile.

"Sir, what are you even—oh my god… nngh! Why am I—the truth is I've been pretending to massage you because I wanted to smell your cock! I want to touch it… I want to grab it tight and stroke it. Your cock — take your cock out… oh god, why is this happening?!"

She stared in horror at the sounds pouring from her own mouth, her lips quivering — and Jisu, not to be outdone, erupted with filthy talk every bit as blatant as those massive breasts of hers.

"Mina, what the hell are you saying? Have you lost your mind? Hahh… this guy's cock is meant to be squeezed between my big tits and wrung dry! Aahh! Sir, you can see my nipples are hard right now, can't you? Ah, fuck, get up on this massage bed and pound me until you cum!"

Both of them stared at each other, eyes wide with shock. Until moments ago they had been greeting a customer with perfect composure, and now the filth coming out of their own mouths had hit them like a slap. They tried, desperately, to claw the situation back under control. But—

"Oh my god, sir, I'm so sorry! Why are we suddenly—ah, fuck! This guy's cock is so goddamn hot. I want to see it!"

Slender Mina clapped both hands over her mouth and screamed. The words leaking out between her palms were filthy beyond measure. Busty Jisu stared at her in stunned disbelief — and then her own throat joined the mutiny, equally beyond her control.

"Unni, what is actually wrong with you? All of a sudden—sex! Have sex with me! Shove it between my big tits and shake it until I'm dripping with your cock-juice! Sex!!!"

The two women locked eyes, horrified, with no idea what to do. For women who had spent their careers as modest, professional therapists, the words they had just spat out were a rotten confession that denied their entire lives.

I smiled and slowly rolled over onto my back. Lying there staring at the ceiling, I let my gaze sweep coldly across the faces of the two beauties who were too panicked to think.

I pointed at the smartphone sitting on the side table and spoke in a voice that was very calm, and very low.

"You do realize everything you two just said… is textbook sexual harassment, right?"

"N-no, sir! That's not what I actually—!"

"Shut your mouth. I'm recording all of this."

The air in the room froze solid at that single icy line. Mina and Jisu went pale in an instant.

"I'm going to the police. Two female therapists pinning a customer to a massage bed and dumping this kind of filth on him? This shop is finished — and so are both of your lives."

"Please, sir! Just this once, please look the other way! We must have gone crazy—ah, fuck, I'm still so horny, I want you to pound me!"

Mina dropped to her knees at my feet, her voice breaking. Jisu's enormous breasts trembled as she watched my face for any sign of mercy. But the more their terror peaked, the more my power transmuted their shame into even sharper, filthier speech and poured it out of them.

"I'm sorry! Please don't report us! Nngh… instead, fuck my pussy until the hole's wrecked, as much as you want! Getting used by you is a thousand times better than going to prison!"

"Please have mercy… hahh! Don't call the cops — suck on my nipples instead! I'll be the slave who drinks your cock-juice, so please, just don't report us… aaahh!"

Their reason was begging to be spared. But their lips, seized by Forced Lewd Talk, were offering themselves up as sex slaves in a filthy bargain to stop the report.

"Hmm… is that so? All right. If that's what you two want… fine. Then let me make an official request. Ladies."

I pointed again at the smartphone still recording on the side table, and spoke in a voice that was perfectly polite, perfectly gentle. The command that slid out between those lips, however, was a shameless demand that would upend both of their lives.

"Th-that's not—sir! That's… nngh! You want us to strip naked and massage you? That's insane! Ah, I'm so fucking horny! I want to suck your cock!!"

Slender Mina clapped her hands over her mouth and screamed. Inside her head she had surely been shouting That's not allowed! — but what came out of her mouth was the kind of cheap confession you'd hear from a woman on the street.

Busty Jisu stared at her in shock, and then the words she couldn't control came tumbling out of her as well.

"Unni, what is wrong with you? All of a sudden—fuck! I'm going crazy wanting to smell this guy's cock! Hurry up and strip. I want to cum so bad I could die… hahh!"

I looked down at them and spoke without a hint of softness.

"You don't have time to hesitate. The record button is still on."

That single cold line drained the last of the color from their faces.

"What do we do… unni… let's just strip. My pussy's already wet."

"Why is this happening… ah, I want to get fucked, I'm throbbing too."

To survive — to stay out of a prison cell — they gave in. Trembling hands began undoing the buttons of their uniforms.

A soft rustle. The uniform tops slid from their shoulders, and the bodies I had already admired through X-ray Vision were laid bare right in front of me.

Slender Mina's naked body was as long and elegant as a model's. The slender limbs stretching over that pale white skin, the waistline without a single excess ounce — it was enough to draw a breath from anyone looking. She hesitated, then unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, and small but firm pink nipples stood at attention, raised by sheer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shame, staring straight at me. Between the long legs extending down from her narrow hips, her secret folds — clenched tight with embarrassment — were already glistening, wet with instinctive arousal.

Jisu's naked body, by contrast, crushed the air in the room with sheer volume. The black lace bra straining to contain those bursting breasts came off, and her enormous tits, unable to bear their own heavy weight, sagged thickly downward, putting paler nipples on shameless display. The way she bent at the waist to peel down her panties only made those swaying breasts, those firm thighs, and that massive ass stand out more. Her face was flushed red enough to burst from humiliation — but the thong marks still printed clearly across her ass, and the purple slit faintly visible between them, were already radiating heat.

"Hahh, hahh…! Sir, please have mercy… nngh! It's so humiliating being naked… but water keeps coming out of my pussy hole! Hurry up and shove your cock in and churn up my insides!! It itches so bad I could lose my mind!! Getting used by you is a thousand times better than going to prison!"

"She's right! Please just don't report us… hahh! Don't call the cops — suck on these tits, these things were made to be sucked! Sex, sex!!! I'll do whatever you want. Fuck, just pound me already!!! So please, just don't report us… aaahh!"

I looked at them and gave the order without ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠room for argument.

"All right. Start. I told you already, didn't I? Massage me with your whole bodies. The fucking comes after."

I turned and lay face-down on the bed again. The cold air that had been touching my back would soon be replaced by something hot and slick.

Mina and Jisu poured massage oil over their own naked skin with shaking hands. It ran gleaming down over white flesh, and the two women exchanged a look soaked in shame before they had no choice but to climb up onto me.

"Hahh, hahh… sir… I'll push against your back with my smooth stomach and my breasts… nngh! This is insane — every time my flat stomach touches this man's muscle, I keep leaking. Ah, my pussy's throbbing!!"

Slender Mina slid down onto my back first. Her slender but firm stomach rode down the length of my spine, and her small oil-slicked breasts worked their way delicately between the muscles of my back.

That same instant, busty Jisu pressed her heavy breasts flush against my thighs.

"Move over, unni — my tits are going to feel better. …Ah! Can you feel your thigh buried in my cleavage? These big ones are going to get your cock harder than unni's skinny little chest ever could! Aahh, sex, sex!!! My nipples are rubbing against your skin so hard I think they're going to burst!"

The narrow massage bed was now a tangle of two women's limbs and the wet sound of oil. The Forced Lewd Talk power had twisted their shame into a filthy competition. The two of them were reaching the point of genuinely believing they wanted me. The words they were spitting had intoxicated them, and something primitive had detonated. Or perhaps they believed that was the only way they would ever get out of this.

Mina propped her chin on my shoulder and breathed a confession against my ear, her breath hot.

"No — you have to taste my tight little pussy! Nngh! Hurry up and turn over and shove it in my hole! I'm rubbing against your back right now and I can feel it!"

"Don't make me laugh, unni! Look at this. My tits are way hotter! Nngh! Sir, I'll lick you with these from your toes to the top of your head! Play with this cow body of mine as much as you want! Aaaah—! I want sex, I want to have sex—"

Now the two of them were glaring at each other, pouring out filthy talk as if competing over who could spit the cheaper words. Their oil-smeared naked bodies tangled together on top of me, surrendering themselves to a wave of instinctive pleasure.

"That's good. Keep going. I want to hear with my own ears which one of you can tempt me better."

At my leisurely command their breathing grew even more ragged, and the massage room thickened with the rotten confessions they were feeding themselves and the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Time to turn over, I think. Ladies — ready for the next service?"

I rolled over at my ease and lay facing the ceiling. I laced my fingers behind my head and settled in comfortably, and at a glance I could see two oil-gleaming naked bodies panting at my feet. Slender Mina and heavy-chested Jisu were already hanging on by half a thread of reason, swallowing hard as they hovered around my waist, watching my face.

"Let's see… whose mouth is hotter and filthier? Show me yourselves which one of you can drive me crazier."

The arrogant order had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠barely landed before the two women, as if they had rehearsed it, drove their heads between my thighs. Whatever pride those modest masseuses had once possessed was gone. All that remained was the instinct of bitches fighting over a single piece of meat.

"Hahh! Sir, my lips are way chewier! …Ah, I think I've lost my mind! Am I drooling right now because I want to suck a stranger's cock? Hahh! I'm going to ram this big thing all the way down my throat!"

Slender Mina dragged her tongue up the shaft of my cock as she spilled that cheap confession. Shameful words leaked out in a stream every time her slender throat bobbed.

Jisu refused to lose. She clamped her enormous breasts tight around my thighs and forced her way into the space between them.

"Move, unni! What's the point of just using your mouth? …Ah! Sir, can you feel your cock buried in these big tits? This heavy valley is way hotter than unni's skinny little chest! Aahh, my mouth's flooding because I want to drink your cock-juice so bad. I want to suck it — I keep drooling!"