Conditioning
Lick. Lick.
Eyes closed, Eileen blankly lapped at Yohan’s glans. The way she carefully swept her tongue up along his cock, that little tip peeking out, was strangely lewd.
As the trial and error of the past weeks began to bear fruit, Yohan felt a peculiar pleasure and a deep sense of fulfillment. He had met many women, yet rarely had he tasted satisfaction quite like this.
Every time he undertook this kind of work, he felt as though he had become a painter with a palette in hand. Call it the burning of an artistic soul. The process of carefully drawing the brush across a pure white canvas was something special.
How could he not call beautiful the figure of a woman gradually completed exactly to his will, tailored to his tastes?
Others might say whatever they liked, but to him this was a form of art, a creative act. Like the sculptor Pygmalion who had fashioned a companion perfectly suited to himself, he too found the work he was shaping utterly beautiful.
If things continued this way, a masterpiece would surely be born. There was no other woman with conditions this ideal. At first he had laid hands on her with something of a “well, it can’t be helped” attitude, but looking back now, Eileen had been a truly perfect canvas.
Not only the innate beauty of her appearance, but a constitution that accepted suggestion with remarkable ease. On top of that, her body was so sensitive there was hardly any need to develop it separately.
By now he could no longer even recall the woman he had originally intended to touch instead of Eileen. With a woman this fine right before his eyes, how could he possibly let his gaze wander elsewhere?
With superhuman patience, Yohan crushed down the urge to simply bury his cock in Eileen’s mouth. He gently stroked her hair and spoke.
“Eileen. That thing you’re licking right now—how does it feel?”
“A little soft… Ah, or maybe hard…?”
“And the smell and the taste?”
“Mmm…”
Eileen licked the glans a few more times, as if uncertain, then answered.
“Fishy… and strange…”
“Can you remember that sensation? The taste you felt, the texture, the smell—all of it. Remember them so you can call them up whenever you want.”
“Yeees…”
Still lapping at the glans, Eileen nodded blankly. As Yohan stroked her hair and gave the instruction, she began licking more earnestly, as if savoring it, imprinting the feeling onto her tongue.
Eileen was a physical-type ability user. Unlike ordinary low-grade physical types, not only her strength but her reflexes, her intuition, and every other sense far surpassed those of a normal person.
Her high sexual sensitivity and the extreme responsiveness of her body were likely side effects of that.
In that case, her sense of smell, taste, and touch would be exceptionally sharp as well. Remembering the taste of a cock should be no difficulty for her.
Yohan gently stroked the crown of Eileen’s head while casually bringing his other hand to her chest. When he lightly kneaded her breast, her shoulder gave a little twitch.
With skilled, kneading motions he caressed her chest as if teasing it, and asked,
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Having Teacher touch you, stroke you.”
“Yeees…”
“That’s not right.”
“Ah…?”
When Yohan denied the words she herself had just spoken, Eileen let out a blank, questioning sound.
He continued caressing her body firmly as he went on.
“Eileen, right now you’re licking and tasting ‘that’ right in front of your nose, and that’s what’s making you feel good. Isn’t that so?”
“……?”
Eileen’s expression showed confusion, as if she could not easily accept the logic. It was only natural. Feeling good while licking some unknown object? It wasn’t even particularly tasty—on what grounds would such a cause and effect hold? Even with her consciousness half-asleep, it still wasn’t quite right.
As if he had anticipated that reaction, Yohan gave her an order.
“Eileen, get up and kneel on the floor here.”
“Yeees…”
“In that position, keep your eyes closed and keep licking the thing right in front of your nose. You can do that, can’t you?”
“Yeees…”
After seating Eileen on the floor, Yohan sat himself on the edge of the bed. Then he gently drew her head between his legs and made her lick the glans.
The reason for the change in posture was simple. This position made it easy to receive her service while still touching her body.
Once the posture was roughly set, Yohan began caressing her. The various erogenous zones he had checked during the massage. He pressed firmly into her scalp in acupressure, softly caressed her breasts. Now and then he ran a finger down her spine or lightly tickled her underarms.
“Ah—ut, euh, ha-euut…”
Little by little, reactions began to rise from Eileen’s body.
She had been diligently licking the glans, but at last, as if she could no longer endure it, she pulled her tongue back in and pressed her lips tightly together. It looked as though she were trying to hold back the approaching pleasure.
But the pleasure Eileen had feared did not come again.
Because Yohan had taken his hands from her body and stopped all caresses entirely.
“Ah…?”
Eileen tilted her head blankly with a puzzled look.
In her hazy state of mind it was hard to understand what had happened or how. If she could at least see, it might have been a little clearer, but Yohan had strictly ordered her never to open her eyes, so she could not. From her perspective, pleasant sensations had simply surged through various parts of her body all at once—and then, just as suddenly, been cut off.
After tilting her head for a long while with a confused expression, she soon began faithfully carrying out Yohan’s instructions once more. She parted the lips she had closed and gently stuck out her tongue to lick the glans again.
At that, Yohan reached out once more and began firmly caressing Eileen’s body.
He stimulated the nerves distributed through her breasts and targeted the various erogenous zones that existed all over her body.
“Haaaah…”
With a hot sigh, Eileen stopped her tongue and, shoulders trembling, wore an expression as if savoring the pleasure.
But Yohan did not allow her to leisurely savor it. The moment her tongue stopped, he pulled his hands away just as before.
In the end, Eileen could only show another puzzled look and then lick the glans again.
A similar process repeated several times.
When she licked the glans, he caressed her body; when her tongue stopped, the caresses stopped as well.
He kept doing it until Eileen realized it for herself.
Around the time he judged she had grown somewhat used to the touch, he began lightly, gently scraping her nipples. At first Eileen showed a little resistance, but when he continued slowly flicking his fingers up and down as if tickling the tips, she later reacted as if she might melt with pleasure.
By now she no longer made the mistake of stopping her tongue because of the pleasure. Through learning she had come to understand that she had to keep licking the thing in front of her if she wanted to feel good.
When the moment was right, Yohan asked her the same question as before.
“Eileen, every time you lick ‘that’ right in front of your nose, you feel good. Don’t you?”
“Yeees…”
Unlike earlier, this time Eileen easily affirmed Yohan’s logic and nodded.
“Say it again. What is it that makes you feel good?”
“This… smell, taste… feel good…”
“Let’s say it one more time.”
“This… good…”
“Good girl. Now open your mouth.”
“Ah…”
Even as she showed a puzzled look at the sudden demand, she obediently parted her lips in an “ah.”
Right in front of those eyes, Yohan took hold of his cock and calmly began to stroke it. Already thoroughly aroused, it stood rock-hard. Eileen, with no idea what was happening right before her face, simply kept her mouth open blankly.
Because he had teased her thoroughly beforehand, there was no need to stroke for long. The way he masturbated with an expressionless face even felt a little mechanical. When he continued the steady, rapid strokes, the urge to come soon surged up. Yohan aimed the tip of the glans and poured his cloudy white fluid into Eileen’s mouth.
“Don’t open your eyes. Don’t move, either. Good girl?”
“Eh, ah…”
When Eileen’s eyelids twitched at the unfamiliar sensation, Yohan stopped her.
After completely emptying himself, he gave her an instruction.
“You can close your lips now. That thing I just gave you—don’t swallow it. Keep it in your mouth and roll it around.”
“Eeeh…”
Once again, Eileen obediently did as he said.
Mumble, mumble.
“How does it taste?”
“Salty, and… uhm, fishy… Strange…”
“That’s not right. It seems your learning is still lacking.”
“Eh…”
“Keep holding it and rolling it around a little longer. Keep doing that until some other impression comes to you. Understood?”
“Yeees…”
Eileen again worked her lips, tasting the fluid Yohan had released.
Yohan brought his hands to her body and continued the persistent caresses. When he lightly scraped her nipples, Eileen could not keep her waist still and twisted her upper body this way and that.
“Uuhm, nngh, heuut, heuung…”
The same process as before repeated.
Eileen moved her mouth; Yohan moved his hands. Until she could accept it, he leisurely tickled her nipples and stroked her body, engraving a soft pleasure into her.
When he judged the time was right, he asked again.
“How does it taste now?”
“It’s good…♡”
“Good girl. Imprint that taste and that texture into your memory. Understood?”
“Yeees…”
“You can swallow now.”
“Yessir…”
Gulp. Gulp.
The fluid had originally been thick, but after she had rolled it around in her mouth for so long and mixed it with saliva, it had become suitably thin. Thanks to that, there were no particular mishaps of it sticking in her throat, and swallowing was not difficult.
Timed to the moment she swallowed the fluid, Yohan firmly pressed both of her nipples.
“Hieut! Nngh, ot, oh…?”
With that alone, Eileen came, just a little. She had been teased for so long that her sexual sensitivity was thoroughly heightened.
With her mind half-asleep, Eileen still could not guess the true nature of the fluid even after she had swallowed every drop. But the pleasant pleasure she had felt at the moment of swallowing—that she remembered clearly.
When Yohan stroked her hair as if she had done well, Eileen, still unaware of what was being done to her, gave a bashful, smiling squint of her eyes.