Masterpiece
I was shaken, but I tried not to show it. Even so, the words slipped out of me before I could stop them.
"Success…?"
Jeongmi's smile vanished at once.
"That's right. You have a responsibility, Jisin. Everyone involved here is working to make this religion succeed. If you take a 'not my problem' attitude and simply stand by and watch, we all go under. My aunt doesn't want that to happen. But she doesn't cling to hopeless causes either. She must have seen something in you—some light—or she never would have started this. And she ordered me to help you shine."
I nodded.
"I understand the intent. And I don't want other people suffering because of me either. So what am I supposed to do now?"
Jeongmi slid off the bed like water and knelt in front of me. She laid both hands on my thighs and looked up. Her eyes shifted again. It felt strange. The face before me was no longer the vulgar, cheap one I had known. There was something pure and white about it—completely different from every expression I had seen so far. She even looked like a saint. I could almost hear a pipe organ playing around me.
"Dominate. Start by dominating those around you. You are a ruler, Jisin. So throw away courtesy and all the rest. Everyone here gathered to serve Jisin. Dominate them."
Her hands slid along my hips and came to rest near my rear.
"Not as they want—as you want. The women within your reach have already offered their bodies to you, haven't they? They're your women now. My aunt too, and Miryeong as well. Of course they are."
Her hands moved forward again, back to my thighs.
"Right now you're thinking, Is it really okay for me to act like this? No. This is the only way all of us can succeed. Love and embrace everyone who enters your arms. They're all your women. Give them peace and rest."
Her hand brushed past my cock as it moved.
"We'll create the atmosphere. It's fine to be a little arrogant, a little willful. That kind of attitude actually has the power to overwhelm people."
Jeongmi gently spread my legs. My erect cock and the balls hanging beneath it were right in front of her face.
"Once you completely own the people around you, that atmosphere spreads outward. Ordinary believers never get to see you up close. My aunt won't give them that chance. They can only admire you from afar. And if circumstances ever bring someone before you, you may do as you please with them. My aunt has already built that atmosphere."
Just how was Myeongsuk talking about me to other people? Jeongmi stroked my thighs again, shifting her hands toward my waist. Naturally her face drew closer to my cock. She took the tip lightly into her mouth, then let it go.
"Just being able to touch Jisin like this should make us feel happy—fortunate."
She took me into her mouth once more and released me.
"Soon I'll gather people to serve you at close range. Mostly young women—and men as well. Men to serve you physically."
At the word men, the strength drained from my erection all at once.
"Men?"
Jeongmi smiled very slightly as she answered. It was strange—different from every smile I had seen from her so far. This woman changed expression and impression constantly. Like a chameleon.
"Yes. Of course, if Jisin is interested in men as well, you may do whatever you like with them."
I hated flesh-to-flesh contact with men. If someone brushed against me in a sauna, I scrubbed myself raw with a towel. Homosexuality wasn't merely not my taste—it was extreme revulsion. When I grimaced, Jeongmi smiled lightly again.
"I take it you have no such preferences."
With that, she began sucking me in earnest, bobbing her head. Not quite Myeongsuk's level, but her oral skill was no joke either. If she was around Yunchae's age, twenty-five at most—yet her eyes on the world were similar to Myeongsuk's. I spoke to hide the sensation gathering at the tip of my cock.
"But if I sleep with the people around me and dominate the women near me—will that create charisma I never had?"
Jeongmi pulled off and looked up at me.
"If there's another way, take it. But for most women, once their bodies are dominated, their hearts crumble too. It's hard to explain, but that's how it is. Think of it as a method for owning their hearts."
She rose slowly and laid me in the center of the bed. Then she climbed carefully onto me. Whether by technique or natural lightness, I barely felt her weight. Looking down from above, she touched the choker at her throat.
"I'm a little different. I'm a masochist."
I looked at her with mild surprise—not because I didn't know the word. Any healthy Korean man had seen it in videos and looked it up out of curiosity. People called it a perversion, but everyone was said to have a little of that tendency. Just a matter of which side of the sadism-masochism line stirred you more. Of course some people went to extremes.
"I don't know how familiar you are with that inclination, but I'm on the severe side. So for my sake, if you punish me and give me pain from time to time, nothing would make me happier."
Huh… well… I didn't think I had much sadistic inclination. Honestly, the one doing the hitting needed to get something out of it too, didn't he? I nodded for now. Jeongmi put on that cheap smile again. The saintly look from moments ago was gone. She had changed again.
She lifted her hips slightly and slowly pushed my fully erect cock into her body. Her eyes half-lidded, she felt me spreading her open as I entered. Once I was fully inside, she began to move.
This woman was crazy too. It looked like ordinary penetration, but inside her vagina was alive. Her walls felt like octopus suckers. Was that something you could train? Myeongsuk had felt like that as well. Had Myeongsuk taught her? Or were the women of this family simply born with cunts like that?
I tried to endure the fierce stimulation at my nerves while thinking of various things, but Jeongmi's movement wouldn't allow it. She wasn't even moving much. Yet her sex felt like a living, independent creature. Looking at my face, she smiled that cheap smile again.
"If you want to come, come. You don't need to consider me. I'm a woman you can do with as you please."
Those words stimulated me further. As if answering her, I came at once. At the same time, the worry that I might be premature rose in my head. Jeongmi, with that living creature between her legs, noticed immediately. She stopped moving and waited for me to finish.
A moment later she lay against me.
"Right now you're thinking your stamina is poor, aren't you? It's not. It's because it's your first time with me. Of course you got more excited."
This line was similar to what Myeongsuk had said.
"This has to do with energy, too. If you present yourself with absolute confidence in everything, the other person is cowed. The women around you from now on will already be coming in a step down—and if you face them even more boldly, you'll win every time."
Speaking, she slowly rose from my body. She took a tissue, wiped away the flowing semen, then sat on the floor beside the bed, both hands resting on the mattress as she looked at me.
"You're still young, so you're more sensitive to stimulation. It has nothing to do with virility."
I turned to her.
"How do you know so much about that, Jeongmi?"
She put on that cheap smile once more.