Piercing Master
'This... this has to go up on the internet no matter what.'
With my burning desire to film, Dokgo Hwaryeon's torture of Seol Hwarin continued.
"Ahhheuk! A-ah, it hurts!"
"Hoo. Looks like you still have some leeway left."
Dokgo Hwaryeon, who had been pinching and twisting Seol Hwarin's nipples, finally released her hand and began spreading out the cloth bundle she'd brought on the floor.
Shlack.
An array of tools that would make any onlooker stick out their tongue in awe. Whips, gags, candelabras, leather straps, blindfolds, feathers, clamps, piercings, and more. These masterpieces of Demonic Cult torture tools—crafted by the cult's artisans based on my detailed descriptions of real-world items—were finally revealed, representing the pinnacle of the cult's history in sexual torment devices.
Thanks to their utility and sheer amusement value, they'd earned near-divine praise from the elders and high-ranking cultists alike, and they'd long been Dokgo Hwaryeon's prized possessions.
'Those were the main culprits that utterly wrecked Tang Xiaoxiao too...'
Honestly, wasn't Dokgo Hwaryeon the biggest contributor to Tang Xiaoxiao losing her will to live? All I'd done was toy with her by varying my cock size... She might've found it painful at first, but thanks to my Incubus ability, she would've ended up loving it rather than hating it. Recalling how she was drooling like a whore later on, I couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Anyway, after our fun sex, there was no way Dokgo Hwaryeon—my woman who craves and devours cum more than anyone—would leave Tang Xiaoxiao alone, jiggling around and creaming pies like that. Every time I peeked in on my wife, I let out endless gasps of admiration at Dokgo Hwaryeon's tongue work.
'Honestly didn't expect her to go as far as fisting...'
Dokgo Hwaryeon, eyes bloodshot as she worked her hand furiously, and Tang Xiaoxiao shuddering and squirting in response. I'd secretly filmed that with a camcorder too. I gently stroked the camcorder in my hand.
'My precious camcorder...'
As I reminisced about that day turned memory, Dokgo Hwaryeon, who had been calmly selecting tools, finally stood up from her seat. In her hand were two small needles. The peculiar part? On the opposite end from the needle tips were round little steel beads, exuding an eerie vibe.
'Piercings made with murim world's tech in mind. Heh heh.'
Having already mastered the tools' usage and intensity through Tang Xiaoxiao, Dokgo Hwaryeon rolled the piercings in her palm and approached Seol Hwarin with a sinister smile. She naturally grabbed and kneaded her massive tits, subtly venting her dissatisfaction.
"Tits this huge must be one of your proudest assets."
"Y-yes??"
As the sharp needles rolled from her hand toward her nipples, Seol Hwarin's face drained of color.
"If you're so proud of those tits, wouldn't they shine even more with some jewelry?"
Puke!
"A-aaak!"
Dokgo Hwaryeon stabbed the needles straight into Seol Hwarin's erect nipples, which she'd pinched and massaged to a point. Ignoring her scream, she slowly bent the needles into shape. The simple iron tips curved like taffy, slotting perfectly into the tiny grooves on the opposite steel beads to complete the form.
"Euk! It hurts... hng!"
As Seol Hwarin teared up from the pain and her nipples dripped red droplets onto the floor, a satisfied, lazy cat-like smile curled Dokgo Hwaryeon's lips. Since these weren't modern lightweight materials but real iron piercings, their weight was substantial—causing her teardrop-shaped, elastic tits to sag downward in a lewd display.
Dokgo Hwaryeon mocked those tits as she scooped some low-grade potion I'd given her onto her fingers and pinched the nipples again, finally completing the perfect piercing job. With the potion healing them too, Seol Hwarin would probably wear those for life. Even if she tried removing them, the holes gaped wide open—what choice did she have?
"Now, I've personally adorned you with jewelry, so it's time for your gratitude."
"Kkeuk!"
Dokgo Hwaryeon tugged on the round weights dangling from the piercings with her fingers while stroking her waist.
"Your virginity will suffice as thanks, so no need to worry. Heh heh."
Her expression smiled softly back, but the way she slathered potion onto the baton was downright ominous.
"Wh-why are you doing this... please..."
Snatched away unwittingly and sexually tortured by a woman instead of a man—perhaps feeling utterly wronged, Seol Hwarin begged through tears.
"The reason? Nothing much."
"Huh?"
Hope flickered in her eyes as she urged Dokgo Hwaryeon on.
"Simply... for amusement. Heh heh."
Puuk!!!
"Kyaaahuk! Euk!!!"
In an instant, it plunged root-deep. Red liquid—potion or her own juices, who could tell?—oozed from between Dokgo Hwaryeon's fingers. She gripped Seol Hwarin's throat, veins bulging to the limit as her head tilted back.
"Keuk! Kk!"
Unlike her unmoving left hand clamped tight, her right began to move slowly.
"Now... we're just getting started, so don't collapse yet."
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"Hng... Master... hng."
In a room like an inn chamber, Seol Hwarin curled up, sobbing from the injustice. Her captor hadn't given her clothes—perhaps to heighten her shame—so her fingertips felt every changed inch of her body all too vividly. Her breasts, once the envy of male disciples, were now swollen from repeated abuse, asserting an incomparable presence. The heavy iron weights dangling from her nipples swayed, distorting the shape of her beautiful tits. Between her legs, her pubic hair shoved aside as cumbersome, sent involuntary shivers through her.
But the real issues were losing her virginity and the smaller iron weight pierced through her clit—similar to the nipple ones.
"Eung!"
As she writhed, the weights shook unintendedly, drawing a whore-like moan from her. Somehow the pierced wounds had healed, instinctively telling her there was no returning to before—darkening her heart.
"Hng... Gaga..."
The pet name slipped out instinctively. With it came the image of Namgung Hyo from earlier that day. Even as she suffered, he'd fucked her beautiful maids without care. She'd learned later they were old experts, but he didn't mind—continuing relations as if it were nothing. The shock had made her forget her own torment. His form, devouring those grotesquely sagging female bodies just by looking, was like a demon. She'd vomited unwittingly, earning more torture—and that's why the weight ended up on her clit.
Fear, resentment, despair, devastation flooded her, but the physical pleasure from the weights began gnawing at her mind. As the daughter of a Volcanic Sect elder, raised like a jewel in a secure greenhouse, Seol Hwarin had no resistance to this.
Thud. Thud.
A footstep approached. Now habituated, her small shoulders flinched at the sound.
"Keut."
The one who appeared with the sway of the shaking weights was a man she'd never seen.
"Wh-who are you?"
Shame at her altered body and exposing her nakedness to a strange man moistened her eyes, but Seol Hwarin gritted her teeth. Though she hadn't coupled with a man, her body was already defiled. Unlike her shrinking form, her mind had grown accustomed—or perhaps resigned—to the situation. A hollow laugh escaped at her own misery.
"Mm..."
The man entered without a care for her state, stroking his chin as he endlessly scanned her nudity. Seol Hwarin tensed warily at first, but he just looked—no sign of torturing her like that madwoman from before.
'No weird tools either...'
Time passed. She racked her brain—it felt familiar, yet she couldn't place it. Finally, the man moved.
Thud. Thud.
His massive frame filled her vision, making her body shrink instinctively again.
Tok.
"...?"
The man approached her bed, sat beside her silently, and began gently stroking her shoulder.
"Eh...?"
Just silently. Like a potter handling fine china, his endless caresses. Before she knew it, Seol Hwarin was trembling in his embrace.
Emotions surged, blurring her vision white.
"Hng... hng... waaang..."
A childish whine unbecoming her age leaked out unwittingly, but the man stroked her nudity as if understanding even that. His touch felt oddly free of repulsion, and leaning into this unconscious refuge, sleep overtook her swiftly. Thus, Seol Hwarin drifted into slumber in the arms of this stranger.