Pet Knight (1)
I dreamed I was pissing in the toilet. Usually, dreams like that don't let you go all the way, but weirdly enough, this one felt just right—I emptied everything. When I woke up, my crotch felt damp. No way, did I actually wet the bed at my age? Panicking, I threw back the covers.
And there she was: a pink-haired bombshell with massive tits slurping greedily on my cock.
Yustia looked up, drool dripping from her chin in thick, milky strands as she flashed a morning greeting. "Oh, you're awake, darling♥ Slept well?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Your dick was throbbing so hard, so I was helping it calm down. Truth be told, I wanted to use my pussy... but I figured I'd need your permission for that. Did I do good?"
She gazed up at me expectantly, begging for praise. I reached out and stroked her head—like petting a dog in human skin.
"Hehe♥"
Then, catching her off guard, I yanked her ear.
"Ow!"
"Move it, mutt. I thought you made me piss myself."
"You did piss. I drank it all, though."
Info I didn't need to know. I got up and headed to the shower. She'd sucked me off so much in my sleep that everything down there was soaked. After a quick rinse, I came out to find Yustia gone.
In the living room, I spotted her in the kitchen—buck naked, hips swaying happily as she cooked.
"Just a sec, darling♥ Breakfast is almost ready."
"You can cook too?"
She glanced back with a smirk. "Of course. I've lived alone for over a century."
Right, she was way older than she looked. Soon enough, she plated up her creation and brought it to my seat.
"Ta-da~."
The plate was a riot of colors smothering some fish. Red from chili powder, black from soy sauce, brown... sugar? At least five shades in total.
"What is this?"
"Grilled fish. This place has so many seasonings. Easter egg... magan? That black one's Verber sauce, right? Where'd you get it?"
"...Don't cook anymore."
Forgot we were from different worlds. Delivery it was.
"This is... chili powder? Spicy flavor enhancer...?"
While Yustia puzzled over the spice cabinet, relearning condiments from scratch, I pulled out my phone and checked the app. A new perk had unlocked.
「Personality Manipulation」 - Adjust the target's personality stats. Effects vary based on their resistance level.
Lame-ass reward. Just one? Like I'm some chump they've hooked.
Time to test it out. Perfect guinea pig right in front of me.
Activating the perk brought up Yustia's info window in a rush.
"Just looking at the numbers, she's a straight-up slutty villainess..."
"Huh?"
Yustia turned, tilting her head.
"Nothing. Focus on studying. You can make proper food tomorrow, right?"
"Obviously. Look forward to it."
She flashed a thumbs-up, brimming with confidence. With her distracted, I scrolled through her personality sheet. Then a fun idea hit.
I cranked Sexual Values from "extremely loose" to "extremely strict."
Sexual Values: Extremely Loose → Extremely Strict
Next, Sexual Ethics from "decadent" to "chaste."
Sexual Ethics: Decadent → Chaste
Finally, maxed out Sexual Fetish - Exhibitionism.
Sexual Fetish - Exhibitionism: → MAX
Let's see how she changes.
"Eek...?!"
Yustia jolted, face flushing crimson. She glanced around frantically, then crossed her arms over her chest and crotch—like she'd just realized she was naked.
Effect was instant.
"What's wrong?" I prodded on purpose.
She jumped, turning with feigned casualness. "Uh... gimme a sec to put some clothes on."
"Why bother? You look way better like this."
"B-but... it's embarrassing..."
"What're you talking about now? Just stay like that."
"If my darling says so... okay..."
She reluctantly uncrossed her arms, standing stiff and fidgety, face a mask of anxious shame. Her reactions were pure gold. This was turning me on hard.
"Move your hands. You flaunt it all the time—why the sudden modesty?"
Hesitant, she lowered her arms. Her pussy—already glistening—was now flooding, juices streaming down her thighs. Ashamed or not, she was soaked with arousal.
"D-don't stare so much..."
She blushed primly, voice a shy whisper. Yet her thighs rubbed together like she was desperate. Fuck, I might not hold out.
Maybe bust a quick nut before breakfast? Then the doorbell rang—phone notification too. Food delivery. Perfect timing... or not. A wicked idea sparked.
I grinned. "Hey, delivery's here. Go get it."
"Huh? Oh, sure. One sec."
She turned toward the bedroom. I stopped her.
"Where you going? Door's that way."
"Duh, gotta get dressed first."
"Why? Just go like that."
"Th-that's..."
"What? You strip fine in front of me."
"B-but that's just for you, darling... not strangers... no way."
Her face was the picture of virginal innocence—like she'd never touched a dick in her life. Even as her slutty juices drenched her thighs.
"Just go. That's an order."
"...Okay."
The word "order" broke her. She nodded meekly and shuffled to the door, hunching like a scolded kid. After an eternity for those few steps, she reached out—body curled tight—and gripped the knob. Hesitated... squeezed her eyes shut... and opened it.
"Aigoo, what took so long? Kept me waiting."
The delivery guy grumbled, then yelped at the naked girl, stumbling back. "Wha—uh, I mean... what...?"
"Just give me the food."
Arms shielding her tits, legs clamped to hide her pussy, she leaned awkwardly and extended a hand. He glanced around warily, handed over the bag.
She tried slamming the door—but he jammed it open.
"Hold up."
"Eek?! Pervert! Get lost!"
"Hey, you still gotta pay. I mean, nice view and all..."
He looked incredulous.
"P-pay...?"
"You ordered cash-on-delivery."
She shot me a desperate glance. Felt kinda bad dragging it out—my cue.
"Here. Card's fine."
I sidled up, arm around her shoulders, kneading one massive tit openly while handing over my card with the other. Delivery guy blinked, flustered—a hint of disappointment too. Expected a show, huh?
"Uh, yeah... 12,000 won."
He swiped it, handed back receipt and card. As I took them, I asked:
"So, whaddya think of my girl's body?"
"Pardon? Well... she's gorgeous."
"That's it? Be honest—no backlash."
He eyed us, then:
"She's... insanely hot."
"Yeah?"
"Pretty face, huge tits... never seen racks that big. Killer curves... damn, bro, you're lucky. We look about the same age—how'd you land that?"
The more he gushed, the harder Yustia trembled. Sweat beaded her skin; pussy juices flowed freer, dripping down her thighs—plip, plip. She flinched at each drop, back hunched double.
"Darling... I... I'm at my limit..."
She clutched my shirt, pleading up at me with gulped after ragged breath.
"Whoops. My fucktoy says she's hitting her edge—begging me to go inside and pound her. Thanks for the delivery, man."
"Uh? Oh, right..."
I slammed the door on his stunned face.
"So mean."
She muttered, then pounced—toppling me.
"Hey, you'll spill the food."
"You knew it was embarrassing...! So mean... so, so mean...!"
Her "punches" to my chest were feeble pats. "All your fault, darling... all your fault...!"
She looked up—ecstatic grin, like a succubus finally gorging after months of starvation.
Instinct screamed: I'm fucked.
"Wait, food first—"
Too late. Her lips sealed mine, brooking no argument.
Thus began hours of torment—karma's a bitch.