Yggdrasil (2-32)

I wondered what Yang Jihyeon must have been feeling.

Her subordinates were snoring away right beside her, and she was sacrificing her own body to protect those idiots.

There was a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reason I'd chased after her in such a hurry, determined to take her right then and there.

Subjugation… honestly, this is the best skill I've got.

[I honestly didn't think it would be unaffected by the regression either.]

The moment Han Bom tried to slide my cock into her pussy, Han Yeo-reum committed suicide. I took the frozen Han Bom back to the ship before eventually sending her back to her original location.

However, when I arrived at that spot and saw the trio of beauties, I couldn't help but be shocked.

The Womb Crests I'd engraved on their lower abdomens were still glowing, clear as day.

Armonia and I had gone back and forth over why the Subjugation had persisted, and we'd arrived at a single conclusion.

When I'd created the Subjugation magic circle, I had combined it with the Mana Drain circle.

It was a formation designed to maintain itself indefinitely even at long range. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Since the magic circle I'd engraved wasn't affected by my regression, the ones carved into those women weren't affected either.

In other words…

Once you engrave a Womb ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Crest, it's pure profit!

Carve it once, and even if Han Yeo-rum regresses, as long as I don't get swept up in the regression myself, the Crest stays exactly as it is.

Yang Ji-hyeon followed my orders well enough for now, but there was no telling what she'd do later—so I'd leaned on her hard, determined to brand her with a Womb Crest while I still could.

And she was falling into my rhythm better than expected.

I made her remove her Human-Skin Mask and started freely groping her breasts.

"Hhnn…"

"…?"

What struck me as odd was that her reactions didn't feel like those of someone who'd done this before.

'If she's part of a Red Summoner group, I figured she wouldn't hesitate to seduce people with her body....'

[For starters, she doesn't have a separate sexual trait.]

I knew a sexual trait didn't automatically appear just because you'd had sex. But it wasn't something you could write or erase at will, either. Keep doing it often enough and even if you don't want one, some kind of perverted kink tends to develop. That's just how people are.

Yang Ji-hyeon had nothing of the sort.

Every time my hands touched her, she flinched and bit down hard on her lip. I kneaded her breasts like dough, thoroughly enjoying myself, and opened my mouth.

"What, is this your first time?"

"…Yes."

Jackpot.

Passive women like this were a hassle, sure—but a virgin was an automatic plus. No, beyond a plus. This was multiplication territory.

But as I followed the orders of my cock, a problem presented itself.

…If this feels forced when we actually do it, Subjugation probably won't take.

For Subjugation to work, the woman having sex with me had to accept me. Even if we'd agreed to it on paper, if the act itself played out like coercion, the conditions wouldn't be met and it would fail.

[Didn't you have a plan?]

No plan is the plan…

"Good heavens…]

Mamma mia?

In the previous loop, things had never gone this far with Yang Ji-hyeon, so she'd never shown me any hostility. But now, between my hands and my threats, she was clearly radiating discomfort.

If Subjugation wasn't going to stick, there was no point forcing it.

I pulled my hands off her body and spoke in a voice thick with irritation.

"Tch… what a pain. I figured you'd at least have some experience…"

"…I'm sorry."

Yang Ji-hyeon let out a breath of pure relief and began straightening the clothes I'd mussed. I ignored her fussing with her outfit and walked over to the sprawled-out members of her organization.

"Wonder how many points I'd get per head if I killed them."

"N-No!"

Yang Ji-hyeon scrambled in front of me, blocking my path, and began pleading desperately.

"Please, I'm begging you…"

"Ah, shit… you're such a pain."

Then someone caught my eye. The guy Yang Ji-hyeon was shielding so carefully—his traits practically jumped out at me.

The man she was protecting was none other than that guy.

Come to think of it…

I cast my mind back to the fight I'd had with him before the regression.

(If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I'll kill you.)

…One-sided crush? Or just fondness? There'd been a lot of ambiguity there.

[It's highly likely he only built up affection. Seeing as they never had a physical relationship....]

Oh… yeah, that tracks.

He'd tried to kill me, and killing him wouldn't have caused any real problems. But if I did, there was a chance Yang Ji-hyeon would stop obeying me. Organization or not—if the guy she genuinely liked died, there was no way she'd fall in line.

I stepped closer to her and spoke in a low, measured voice.

"I won't kill them. But here's the thing… I've really built up a lot of frustration, you know?"

"Then I'll…"

"Just doing it straight would be boring, wouldn't it? Let's make a bet."

"A… bet, you say?"

I looked down at Yang Ji-hyeon and smiled, thin and crooked.

"I get ten minutes to pleasure you. If you climax within that time, I win. If you hold out, you win. And if you win, I'll grant you one wish—whatever you want."

Yang Ji-hyeon looked up at me with steely resolve and answered without flinching.

"I accept."

Adios.

"Hhnnnmmph!! Nnghnnn!"

Yang Ji-hyeon clamped both hands over her mouth, eyes squeezed shut, screaming into the sealed space of her own lips. We'd agreed I'd only use two fingers on her sex.

Thumb and middle finger.

But the number of fingers had never mattered. One or all ten—the result would have been the same either way.

Oh… she's holding up pretty well for a first-timer.

"I can't tell how far along you are just by looking," Armonia said. "What intensity level are you operating at?"

Uh… if ten is the max, then about… three?

[…]

Why the silence? Three is high by my standards, you know.

Back when I'd pleasured Sonya, the intensity had been roughly an eight.

Even hand technique at level eight had been enough to turn an experienced married woman into a beast drowning in a swamp of pleasure.

And I burned that advice into my memory at the time: never use it carelessly.

Just five minutes in, tears were streaming from Yang Ji-hyeon's eyes as if she had suffered the shock of losing her parents, and her entire body was shivering, every muscle contracting as she fought to hold back the climax.

However, even if she was controlling every other part of her body, it was obvious she couldn't control her lower half.

Her legs, glistening with sweat, were already beginning to spread into an O-shape.

It was also because I had guided her legs to open, making it easier for them to spread.

'She doesn't even seem to realize her legs are open.'

Yang Ji-hyeon was too busy stopping the sounds leaking from her mouth to notice anything else. I rolled her clitoris in slow, deliberate circles and asked,

"Well? Want me to keep going?"

"Nnghnnn!! Hnnnnngh!!"

She shook her head wildly from side to side, as if declaring surrender. By nature she wasn't the kind of woman who gave up. The reason she was pouring every ounce of her strength into covering her mouth—and nothing else—was simple.

"Hmm? Did the guy next to you wake up?"

"Nngh-hhnn!!"

At my words she convulsed and started thrashing. Boris was lying right beside her. Of course, the sleep magic had taken hold perfectly—there wasn't the slightest sign of him waking. I grinned at the sight and said, shamelessly,

"Nah. False alarm."

"Nngh… nngh-hnn…"

Hearing that, Yang Ji-hyeon looked up at me with defiance burning in her eyes. But that glare only excited me more.

"Alright then. Time to finish this."

I cranked it up another notch, mercilessly working her clitoris and sex, toying with her without restraint. I felt it through my fingers—the dam about to burst, a waterfall of climax surging up and out of her regardless of any control she still thought she had.

"Nnghnnn!! Nooo!! I don't want to go! I don't want to gooooh!"

A wet, glittering spray erupted from her sex, sparkling like starlight.

"No!! Noooo!!!!"

Every time she screamed, a fountain lit up the night. After several rounds of that fountain show, Yang Ji-hyeon collapsed on the spot and passed out cold.

I deliberated for a brief moment.

Take the unconscious Yang Ji-hyeon somewhere else, or just do it here.

But my future was already set, Minority Report-style.

Do it!

[…]

Since we had promised that I could do as I pleased if I won, I judged that there wouldn't be a major problem.

If I somehow ended up an Orange Summoner, I'd deal with it then.

She didn't seem like the type to break a promise, either… and if it came down to it, I could always threaten her with the lives of the men lying around us. Last resort only, of course.

I ran my hands along Yang Ji-hyeon's legs and admired her sex. She was past wet—arousal was still pouring out of her in a continuous stream. There was one fact I already knew about her.

She was a virgin.

When I'd tried to push my middle finger inside, it hadn't gone in easily, so I settled for working the area around her entrance and flooding her with pleasure.

I pulled down my pants, freed my erect cock, and settled it between her thighs.

This isn't really my thing, but… a little diversion like this every now and then isn't so bad.

I played more than my share of games about violating sleeping women.

Naturally, such games are packed with arousal elements, and I had enjoyed that genre a lot in the beginning.

What eventually put me off somnophilia was the lack of corruption.

No matter how many women you took, it all happened while they were asleep—and the only real thrill left once they woke up was the knowledge that they were carrying the perpetrator's seed inside them.

In my personal opinion, sleep sex worked best as the occasional event scene, nothing more.

I spread Yang Ji-hyeon's legs wide and rubbed my cock against her sex, coating myself thoroughly in her fluids.

"Haahn… hnn… hiiik…. Hnn!"

Even unconscious, Yang Ji-hyeon shuddered at the sensation of a cock against her entrance. She couldn't have imagined that the first cock she'd ever felt belonged to a man she'd only just met today. Feeling a stranger's cock against her virgin sex, she moaned.

"Boris… haahn… if it's you… it's okay…"

"Ohhh… immediate permission?"

Taking Yang Ji-hyeon's dream-drenched invitation to put my burning cock wherever I pleased, I began easing into her hole.

A wet, tight push…

"Kh… better than I expected."

"Nngh… it hurts… gently…"

"I feel great, though?"

"Haah… then… keep going…. Nngh!"

Yang Ji-hyeon was properly out cold. Even as my cock tore through her vaginal walls, she showed no sign of waking. Her brow furrowed, and she clutched at my side with everything she had.

"Khhh~ this is the stuff…. Yang Ji-hyeon… you really feel incredible."

"Haah… haaahn…. That… scares me…"

And just like that, Yang Ji-hyeon's first deflowering was complete. Even when I talked dirty, she showed no revulsion.

No Orange Summoner mark appeared. So we're good for now, right?

[It doesn't appear to be a situation where coercion was applied]

Whether that was because of the bet we'd made, or because she was confusing her dream with reality and thinking I was the idiot lying next to her—I had no way of knowing.

"…That's genuinely profound."

I really wondered what kind of life that guy had led but for the moment, I focused on the sensation of Yang Ji-hyeon's insides clamping down around the surface of my cock.

Densely packed ridges coiled around me, pumping current after current of pleasure straight into my nerves.

Squelch… squelch… squelch… squelch…

"Nngh… haahn… it hurts… hnn!"

"I fucking love this! Hoo… damn… assassin pussy is so tight it's unreal!"

"Haahn! Haahn! Gently… hahk!"

Yang Ji-hyeon begged me to slow down. I answered by speeding up. The Yang Ji-hyeon in front of me was nothing more and nothing less than an onahole with assassin skills—a living fleshlight whose only purpose was to take my cum.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!

"Fucking delicious! Yang Ji-hyeon! This pussy is mine now!"

"Kh! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Haahn! It hurts! Haaahn!"

"I'm cumming! Onahole Number Ten!"

"Nnghnnn!!"

I jammed my glans against the mouth of her womb, surrendering to my own pleasure as I erupted my semen.

Yang Ji-hyeon's feelings didn't matter.

Right now she was no different from a living onahole built to receive my seed. The orgasm that stabbed up through my lower abdomen flooded my entire body and left my mind swimming.

I'd never been particularly into forcing things, I could feel that reality was indeed different.

After roughly a minute buried inside Yang Ji-hyeon's cunt, my cock finally finished dumping every drop and tasted open air again.

Yang Ji-hyeon's pussy, glowing like red lava, was convulsing and semen began to trickle from the hole in a slow, thick stream.

I looked at the hologram floating above her head and smiled with pure satisfaction.

"Yang Ji-hyeon… you're fucking incredible."