Exorcist Seolwol (13)
Chapter 20
Exorcist Seolwol (13)
The two of them prostrated themselves before the man who had been their enemy, sticking out their buttocks and acting coquettishly.
It could be called the miserable end of a defeated exorcist, but no one in this place felt any pity.
Even Seolwol, the only one who maintained her sanity, was now the same.
Yaruo’s cock was inserted into Yuzu’s pussy.
He crushed her small frame—which was tiny even compared to those her age—and swung his hips as savagely as a beast.
It was a terrible and violent mating press that showed absolutely no consideration or respect for the partner.
Watching her former comrade being pinned down by the enemy and being violated haphazardly, Seolwol tightly bit her lip and punished her own pussy with her fingers.
It was as if she were rebuking it, asking why it wasn't being used.
Another ejaculation inside.
Even though it was already the fourth person, both the concentration and amount surpassed the ejaculation of an ordinary man.
A surging sense of relief and fulfillment.
However, this time as well, Seolwol was unable to reach climax.
The shared pleasure or feelings of joy were only momentary.
They disappeared before she could even gather them up.
What remained afterward was the empty sensation of being the only one left out.
Because the happiness felt just moments ago was so great, the unhappiness felt even more vivid against her skin.
She busily toyed with her pussy and nipples as if claiming she was fine on her own, but doing so only made her realize more clearly that the quantity and quality of the pleasure provided were different.
Subsequently, Yaruo’s cock was inserted into Euna’s pussy.
As the sensation was transmitted while she was busily masturbating, Seolwol groaned lewdly, her waist arching.
Her vision flashed for a moment.
It was the sensation of an object, incomparable in thickness and length to her own slender fingers, thrusting inside.
She almost went over the edge, but even that sensation stopped just short of the limit, as if blocked by something before it could overflow.
Throwing away both her shame and stubbornness, Seolwol spread her legs and busily stroked her pussy, which was dripping with vaginal fluids, trying to fill that slight deficiency, but as expected, it was impossible with her own hand.
Another ejaculation was performed inside.
It was the fifth time, but he was still full of energy.
Through the shared knowledge, Seolwol could tell.
Even if an ordinary man had prepared for several days to stockpile sperm, such an amount and quality of ejaculation would be impossible in a first sexual encounter.
It was something only Lord Yaruo could do.
Because he was the destined male and the owner of the chosen, peerless cock.
Yokai are like that. A yokai is a being born for a purpose.
Taking form according to a purpose, being granted power and ability suited to that purpose, and acting according to that purpose—that is what a yokai is.
The purpose that symbolizes the yokai before her, Yaruo, was likely this:
Dominating females.
However, that dominance is not violent, nor is it an incomplete dominance that relies on coercion, force, or authority.
It is voluntary obedience through discipline and taming.
As proof, everyone—Euna, Yuzu, and even Sera—was treating Lord Yaruo with sincere hearts of devotion.
Seolwol, believing the thoughts injected by the brainwashing threads to be her own judgment, looked up at Yaruo with eyes full of respect and thought:
Being pinned beneath such a man might not be a bad thing.
No, she wanted to be pinned down.
While she was thinking such things, her nipples perking up and her pussy getting wet:
“Now only you are left.”
Yaruo stepped down from the bed and stood before Seolwol.
Seolwol’s gaze became fixed on the cock that stood gallantly despite having ejaculated so many times.
“Suck it.”
Yaruo spoke as if giving a command.
At that, Seolwol flinched and looked down at the soaked, glistening cock.
Even though there was no reason to obey—or rather, even more so, she shouldn't obey—Seolwol nonetheless slowly leaned her head forward and parted her lips.
Her first kiss in life.
Furthermore, the target was a terrible villain who had disgraced her comrades and brainwashed innocent students.
Moreover, it wasn't mouth to mouth, but mouth to cock.
However, far from being unpleasant or loathsome, her heart was thumping wildly.
Like a first night spent with a beloved lover.
The defeated exorcist, who was sharing the love of five people and whose brain was being adjusted in real-time by the brainwashing threads,
performed the act of oral sex—something she had never even heard of before—skilfully by moving her lips and tongue meticulously.
Seolwol tasted the mixture of pre-cum, semen, and vaginal fluids with her tongue and lips as if savoring it.
Although she was still a virgin below, the faint smile on her face was just as lewd as the other five.
It was proof that the brainwashing threads were strongly influencing her through the mental barriers that had been softened by repeated injections of pleasure.
Judging that the timing was right, Yaruo put his hands under Seolwol’s ribs and lifted her up with a "heave-ho."
Although he looked like a fatty with zero athletic ability on the outside, Yaruo was also a bona fide yokai.
He possessed physical abilities that surpassed those of an ordinary human.
It was not a difficult task to lift a woman who weighed only around 30–40kg.
“Wha—what are you trying to do?”
Even though she was suddenly lifted, she didn't resist or thrash about; instead, she blushed shyly.
Due to the presence of the magnificent male organ placed right beneath her buttocks, her impatient virgin pussy flickered and poured out vaginal fluids from within.
“Should I put it in?”
“Do... do as you please.”
It doesn't matter anyway, since resisting is meaningless.
Thinking such thoughts, Seolwol desperately justified her words.
“Are you sure? If you say you hate it, I’ll just put you down.”
Yaruo asked as if testing her.
If he did as he said, she could avoid being disgraced.
Despite being an exorcist, she could avoid the shame of being pathetically defeated by a subjugation target, pinned down, mercilessly bred, and having the impure seed of a man planted inside her.
Most of all.
If she were violated by such a vicious, peerless cock, her tightly closed virgin pussy wouldn't last even a minute before being occupied, and she might end up swearing absolute loyalty to Lord Yaruo like the others.
Such a miserable...
Strayed from the path of an exorcist...
She might end up spending days full of the happiness and joy of serving Lord Yaruo.
“Put it... in, please.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Seolwol finally spat out the words she had been holding in.
It’s okay.
I haven't lost yet.
It's just to gauge how good this peerless, vicious cock feels.
Because as an exorcist, I need to check if Lord Yaruo is as great a person as the affection everyone shared suggests.
“Good.”
Yaruo took Seolwol to the bed and laid her down while holding her.
He climbed on top of her and thrust his cock forward.
The black-haired woman looked down at the massive cock—standing vigorously and burning hot—with hands clasped as if in prayer, filled with anticipation and excitement.
What was there was no longer an exorcist or anything else.
She was a female harboring a heart of reverent worship for the yokai who had occupied her—or would occupy her—just like the other women sprawled nearby, who had been violated earlier and were lying there overcome with pleasure, leaking white liquid from their pussies.
And finally, the cock was inserted.
Yaruo’s massive phallus forced its way in, roughly opening the pussy that had been modestly closed as if feigning innocence, despite being so lewdly drenched inside.
“Nng-at♥”
Naturally, her waist bounced upward and a groan escaped.
Her vision flashed and current sparked through her head.
With just that insertion.
A pleasure was given that overwhelmed those empty hours she spent masturbating her own body until she was exhausted, while watching the others serve for over an hour.
Lies.
The corners of her lips twisted and soon turned into a somewhat decadent smile.
It was a face that neither she nor those around her who knew Seolwol well would recognize.
It feels much better than what was shared by everyone.
So everyone was taking it easy.
I think I know the reason.
If something like this were transmitted sincerely, one's mind would surely go mad.
Before she could even indulge in the climax of the insertion, Yaruo’s cock slammed all the way inside, and just as she could finally catch her breath as it scraped against the vaginal walls while pulling out, it came deep inside again.
“Ha-ang♥”
Slither.
Seolwol’s two arms tightly wrapped around Yaruo’s back.
The gaze that had been glinting as if it would kill him only an hour or two ago had changed into the innocent feeling of a person making a tender confession of love to their lifelong partner.
That affectionate face was the same as the expressions the five women violated before her had worn.
It was a look that seemed to say through her expression, "I love you so, so much."
“Seolwol.”
Thump.
As her name was called, her heart pounded violently.
A sense of pure devotion that she didn't even know she possessed before coming here.
“Become mine.”
Yaruo said while gently stroking her hair.
Seolwol thought he was being unfair.
Knowing that she couldn't refuse.
To speak as if he wanted her to come over of her own accord.
On the other hand, it was also somewhat cheeky.
After doing that to the students, and even to Euna, Yuzu, and Sera.
Now even to her.
But it wasn't those trivial parts that made her angry.
What she truly thought was too much was:
‘Why am I lasttt♥’
Ultimately, with even her last bit of resistance broken, Seolwol—in a state where all the walls of her heart had crumbled and her thoughts were being completely interfered with by the brainwashing threads—thought while not knowing what to do with the injected love:
‘I can serve you better than Euna, Yuzu, or even Sera♥ If you had disciplined me with this cock sooner♥ I would have thrown away being an exorcist and stood by your side long ago♥’
Thinking such things.
Seolwol belatedly felt ashamed of her rude behavior toward Yaruo and blamed herself internally.
After doing that for a while, Seolwol replied shyly, as if feigning innocence.
“Yes...♥”
“Well answered.”
Soon after, semen poured inside as if a reward were being bestowed.
“Aaaaaang♥”
In the end, even the final exorcist had been defeated.