Summoning the Sex Slave Girl (2)
Clink clink. Rustle rustle. I woke to the lively bustle of daily life echoing early in the morning, staring blankly at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes before jolting upright in bed. Hearing someone rummaging through the kitchen cabinets in my one-person apartment meant a burglar had broken in.
When I whipped my head toward the sound in alarm, there stood a red-haired beauty cooking away, a towel draped haphazardly over her vital spots.
"Ah, you're awake, Master? Did I disturb your sleep with all the noise?"
With such an unrealistically gorgeous woman right in front of me, it took a moment for my brain to catch up. Then it hit me—the events of last night. After collecting the bad ending, I'd unlocked the reward: the summoning perk for the sex slave girl Anna. I'd summoned her right away and fucked like animals until bedtime, then drifted off with her in my arms.
Even thinking back on it now, it was unbelievable. If I told anyone, they'd call me insane. Hell, I would've thought the same. But the proof that it wasn't some daydream or delusion was standing right there before my eyes.
"What are you doing?"
I pondered what to say first, then zeroed in on the most pressing issue.
"Preparing breakfast, Master. I did my best with whatever was in the fridge..."
"Why the towel?"
"I couldn't find an apron anywhere. If you'd prefer me cooking naked, I'll strip right now, Master."
Anna reached for the pin holding the towel in place.
"No need. Keep it on."
Maybe it was from going so hard last night, but I wasn't in the mood. Staring at that insanely fuckable body with not a stitch on might make it impossible to hold back an erection.
"Understood, Master."
Anna withdrew her hand and turned back to the pan, deftly wielding chopsticks to stir-fry the contents. Even to an uncultured slob like me, her skills looked legit.
Come to think of it, Anna was a great cook in the original story too. The canon version was super domestic, the picture-perfect wife type. Her nitpicking was her only flaw—but that was gone now. In short, all flaws erased, only virtues left.
"You know how to use chopsticks?"
It suddenly bugged me, so I asked. The world of Stigmata's Children was Russian-inspired. Even when possessing Michael, I'd used spoons or forks, never chopsticks.
"Yes. The app provides support for basic life skills, language, common knowledge, and the like."
"The app?"
"Yes. Once collected by you, Master, I was registered in the app by Lady Succumea, and the connection remains active."
I recalled the lesbian kiss between Succumea and Anna from last night. Fucking hot. Just imagining it made my cock twitch hard inside my panties. But after last night's marathon, the erection tugged painfully at the tip.
To sum up: after I collected her, Anna had been pulled into that app window, then secondarily brainwashed by Succumea. The loyalty and affection she'd once held for Michael transferred to me. If true, that app—and Succumea—wielded power beyond imagination. Not that everything up to now wasn't already insane enough.
A savory aroma wafted to my nose. My stomach growled.
"Just a moment longer, please. It's almost ready."
Anna's words drew my eyes to the plump ass cheek and thick thighs peeking from under the towel. Every time she moved, globs of the cum I'd pumped deep inside her last night dribbled out, splattering the floor.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Master."
She plated the food neatly and brought it to the folding table. Rolled omelet and braised meatballs.
"Not much in the fridge, but you made this?"
"Yes. Just a few eggs and some instant stuff. Better than processed junk, I thought. Was that a mistake?"
Anna gauged my reaction.
"Nah, looks delicious. Thanks."
"Phew, good. Heehee♥ I hope it suits your taste."
She knelt beside me, gazing up adoringly. I paused mid-bite, something nagging at me.
"Aren't you eating?"
"No need. As an app-bound entity, I don't require sustenance. Though... I do crave something."
Blushing shyly, she flicked her eyes to the tent rising sharply under the blanket.
"Go ahead then."
I was drained from last night, but she'd cooked, so why not.
"Really? Thank you, Master♥"
Her face lit up as she scrambled onto the bed, lifted the blanket, and burrowed between my legs.
After all that last night, and she wasn't tired? Insatiable slut.
Whether it was her true nature or Succumea's brainwashing, who knew.
"Master's morning wood cock♥ Looks so delicious...♥ This scent... so musky...♥ Addictive like a drug, sticky and intense, wrapping around my brain...♥"
After teasing licks like savoring a treat, Anna couldn't hold back. She clamped my cock between her massive tits and started slurping away with wet, sloppy suction.
The sudden deep-throat blowjob nearly made me drop my chopsticks.
"Easy there."
But lost in the moment, she ignored me, sucking like a vacuum storm.
"Ngh...!"
The pillowy breast flesh, her hot wet tongue and lips laving every inch of my glans and shaft—I came on the spot. As if sensing it, she'd deepthroated to the hilt just in time. Not a drop spilled; she swallowed it all cleanly.
Emerging from the blanket, she knelt beside me again and opened wide with an "ahh."
Beneath her small, plump cherry lips stretched a mess: pearly cum, stray pubes from the rough sucking, and crusty buildup from last night's raw fuck and unwashed sleep—all jumbled together.
She sealed her lips, chewed leisurely to savor, then gulped it down.
"Mmm♥"
Like a junkie high on smack, she cradled her cheeks with both hands, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, moaning from the soul.
"Thank you for allowing morning service...♥ Fresh semen... so, so delicious♥"
"Yeah?"
Hot as it was, watching killed my appetite.
After devouring Anna's breakfast, I fired up the PC for a few games of League, showered, changed, and headed out.
I work part-time at a convenience store in the bustling district two stops from home. Near the station with offices all around, mornings and lunch rushes are chaos.
"Hey."
The moment I entered, a curt voice greeted me—Cha Yuri, my part-time coworker. Long straight black hair, haughty beauty. Rumor had it she attended a nearby university.
"You're late."
"Still ten minutes till shift."
FYI, I'd never been late once.
"You should be here twenty minutes early. This is peak hour—showing up right on time? If Eunhye weren't so nice, you'd get chewed out. That's just shitty."
Eunhye was the morning girl—never complained, but Yuri had opinions for days. Our schedules overlapped shifts with buffer time; even dead-on was fine. She just hated my guts.
From day one. Senior by months, throwing her weight around. Dumped her mistakes on me, never apologized for her own lateness—blamed alarms or whatever. Shoved heavy lifting and trash duty my way.
"Got it."
I brushed her off and headed to the back storeroom to change into uniform.
"Fucking bitch..."
The more I thought, the madder I got. Always picking fights with me. Fawning with sales smiles around the manager. That airhead boss ate it up, playing favorites. Her "polite" talk was half-assed casual anyway.
Time for some real discipline.
That's when I remembered the phone in my pocket.
Oh yeah—separate from Anna's summon, there was Michael's power perk. Bloodsucking Authority, the hypnosis ability.
I pulled out my phone and opened the Bad Ending Collector App. Tapped the perks tab, and the description popped up.
Stigmata's Children BAD END Perk 1 - Bloodsucking Authority
Induces hypnosis on the target via bloodsucking. The hypnosis lasts up to one day until the target resists. Can only be used once per day on one target.
I tapped the ? button for more details.
Bite the nape to initiate bloodsucking. Target enters a weakened state, hard to resist.
Oho.
"What're you doing in there so long?"
Cha Yuri nagged from outside.
"Yuri, come here a sec?"
I called her casually.
"What?"
"Need to move something heavy. Can't do it alone—help?"
"Ugh..."
She sighed loudly enough to hear and stomped in.
"Where?"
"Over there."
I pointed deep inside. As she brushed past, I struck—sinking teeth into her nape.
"Kyaa! What the—!"
She shrieked in shock. I clamped a hand over her mouth.
Something warm flooded my mouth. First taste fishy, then sweet. Different from the blood during Michael's possession.
Yuri thrashed, then went limp. I cautiously released her mouth. No screams.
"Hey."
I tapped her shoulder. No response.
"Look at me."
She turned, eyes dull, face blank.
"Strip."
She unbuttoned her uniform top. White blouse and cute pink bra underneath—simple and endearing. Fully nude, modest tits revealed. Small, sure, but realistically? Decent size. Low B-cup maybe. Anna had ruined me for normal.
What next? A chime—door opening. Customer.
"Dress quick. Act normal."
She obeyed. First test: success.
Now, how to fuck with this bitch.