Pleasure Beyond the Nerves
Even if the pleasure nerves had been removed, there was still a way to make her cum.
I came to my senses and looked down at Baekseol writhing on the table. She was a mess. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, covered in light scratches here and there. In her pussy, where my cock was still buried, my semen mixed with blood was leaking out. Baekseol, impaled on my dick, seemed to have passed out, breathing in ragged gasps. Even unconscious, remnants of pleasure lingered—her body twitched sporadically. Each time it did, it stimulated the shaft inside her. Worried I'd get aroused again, I pulled out.
Pop.
As I withdrew my cock, Baekseol's body jerked once more. I tried to pry her off me, her arms wrapped around my body.
"Nngh..."
Like she refused to let go, Baekseol clung desperately even in her stupor. I forcibly peeled her away.
"In the end, I went through with it."
I surveyed the aftermath of my actions. The office was wrecked—papers and ink I'd flung everywhere. The desk was soiled with her sweat mixed with mine. Under the desk where Baekseol had first tormented me, transparent fluids had dried into sticky patches.
"Tch."
I'd always kept it in check. I'd controlled my Sexual Sadism to prevent it from running wild. If I lost control, I'd black out and turn into a beast—it was obvious. But this time, I couldn't hold back. Baekseol's skills were part of it, sure. But what really set me off...
Was losing the initiative and getting dominated. I couldn't tolerate it. I'd never rampaged like that before, but the memory was crystal clear. Baekseol writhing in pain when my cock first entered her. Every change in her expression as time passed—it was all etched vividly in my mind.
Now that I'd embraced her...
'Time to take responsibility.'
And that responsibility meant stopping Baekseol from fleeing north. I couldn't just let her go to them, carrying my seed. She was mine now. I wouldn't allow what's mine to fall into anyone else's hands.
'If they try to take her...'
I'd smash them, no matter what. Even if it was Baekseol's own choice.
I stroked the hair of the unconscious Baekseol. Now that we'd come this far...
'You can't escape me anymore.'
I'd stop her, somehow. Even if it meant cruel methods.
'One more thing on my plate.'
No point regretting what was done. I'd find a way to turn it into something better. That meant making sure Baekseol never even thought of going back. Maybe assign surveillance.
But more pressing matters loomed everywhere—more important than Baekseol right now.
"Work's piling up."
I recalled Luis's words, the trigger for my rampage.
'She knows I met Emily.'
Did she suspect my meetings with the neutral nobles too? Possible. What worried me was whether she'd reported to the emperor. I glanced at the darkened sky. The moon hid in shadow—perfect for stealthy movement.
'Guess I'll check myself.'
With my thoughts sorted, I called out.
"Seria."
No answer.
"Seria, I know you're out there."
I'd sensed her presence ages ago.
"...Yes, Master."
Seria replied reluctantly.
"Wake Baekseol and take her to her room. Wash her if you can."
"...Understood."
A beat late, but after her response, I cast Teleport. Mana swirled, and Morris's body vanished.
Luis shuddered violently.
'So forceful.'
She recalled Morris slamming the desk, roaring. His furrowed glare still burned in her mind. Just thinking about it made her body tingle uncontrollably.
'All her pleasure nerves were removed.'
Why...? Why did merely thinking of that man leave her breathless?
'Couldn't even speak properly.'
The heated office air, his irritated glare. In the end, she got nothing she wanted. She'd come to negotiate a deal with Morris—hide his contacts with Emily and the neutral nobles, in exchange for something from him.
The terms? 'Head massage.'
A war hero forming a new faction—enough to shake the empire's balance. And she'd trade that intel for a simple scalp rub? She was that parched for pleasure.
The ecstasy she'd tasted after so long—it was gnawing at her mind bit by bit. Or maybe it had already corrupted a good chunk.
Luis stared blankly into space. She'd considered revealing her identity right then. But the atmosphere crushed her; she couldn't open her mouth.
'I'll go back tomorrow.'
Try negotiating again. Hold off reporting to the emperor for now.
That's when it happened.
"So here you are."
"Kyaaak!"
Morris's sudden voice made her scream.
"Quiet."
"M-Minister?"
Morris loomed over her with his signature icy gaze, face screaming he knew everything. Luis feigned ignorance like a clueless woman.
"I was too busy earlier to greet you properly."
"I-It's fine."
"One question."
"Ask away."
"Why are you still acting?"
"Pardon?"
"Didn't that sloppy performance end when you came to my mansion? Luis of the Hongryeon."
Stunned that he knew her identity perfectly, she froze.
"Think I wouldn't know? With Elis exposed, how long did you expect me to play dumb?"
"Tch!"
Luis hiked her skirt, drawing the dagger hidden on her thigh and slashing. Lightning-fast, invisible to the eye.
But...
"Guhk!"
It never reached Morris's throat.
"Hah, why do you assassins always follow the same script?"
His bug-eyed stare made her bite her lip.
"What is this?"
"Mana barrier. Even Swordmasters can't pierce it. You think you can?"
Morris snapped his fingers. Air exploded around her hand, sending shockwaves.
"Kyaaak!"
The dagger clattered harmlessly to the floor.
"Pathetic."
Morris approached the now weaponless Luis.
"W-Wait. I haven't reported to the emperor yet. So...!"
"Whether I believe that is for me to decide after checking."
"Check yourself? Wait—"
Morris reached for her head. Overwhelmed by pressure, Luis couldn't budge, terror flashing in her eyes. Memories of the first time he'd done it resurfaced. Along with that unknown ecstasy exploding in her skull. Only once, but that intense memory had rooted deep in her subconscious.
As his hand neared, her scalp tingled, legs quaking. The moment it touched, strength drained from her body. The Hongryeon leader became a frail, weak woman.
Thud.
Morris sneered at her, tears streaming as she collapsed.
"Don't tell me you're remembering the massage? Don't worry—this won't be so gentle."
I smirked and placed my hand on the terrified Luis's head. Memory-reading magic. It let me select and access brain electrons' memories. Manipulate them here, and it became hypnosis or brainwashing.
Not planning that far, though. A Hongryeon leader would have countermeasures etched in her mind. No need to ruin a healthy person unnecessarily.
But...
'If she lied to me, that's different.'
Then I'd deliberately shatter her mind.
I looked down at Luis, slumped on the floor with unfocused, dilated pupils.
"No funny business."
Then I delved into her memories.
"Ah... Ahh."
Each time I rifled through her head for memories, Luis trembled on the floor, letting out low moans. Reflex from brain overload during the search. Some felt pleasure from it.
'Wonder if she does.'
I scanned her most recent memories. Seeing me with Emily, up to now.
'She saw the neutral faction meet too.'
She'd come straight to negotiate. But seeing my furious face in the office, she backed off.
"Aah..."
Fast-forwarding time, Luis moaned again. Her vacant eyes rolled upward slowly. She was feeling it hard.
I viewed the next scene.
'Embarrassing.'
My helpless face during Baekseol's fellatio. To others, it looked like rage. But that expression... was me fighting the pleasure involuntarily. Seeing myself through another's eyes? Mortifying.
I skipped the office scene quickly. Continued scanning.
"Ah... Ahh..."
Ignoring her twitching, I kept reading her stored memories.
Drool.
Prolonged search left her mouth agape, saliva dripping. Simultaneously, the floor grew wet.
Unaware, Luis stared blankly ahead with unfocused eyes and pissed herself. Overwhelming pleasure sapped her strength.
But I didn't stop. No need for that mercy.
Luis hadn't met the emperor once today. Not even thought of reporting.
Why? Obvious soon enough. She craved the head massage I'd given her. Even with intel that could shake the empire.
"Just for that?"
Because I could flip her dead pleasure switch? Foolish. But useful.
"Amusing."
Originally, I'd awakened her pleasure to seize Hongryeon. Slowly draw her in, exploit her. Didn't expect it this easy.
Satisfying outcome.
'Perfect.'
Worst case, I'd planned to erase memories, turn her into a vegetable to confuse the emperor.
No need now. This? I could milk Luis for all she's worth.
I withdrew my hand from her spasming, moaning head. Life returned to her vacant, upturned gaze.
"Hah!"
"Coming around?"
Realizing her state, Luis looked up at me.
"Wh-What did you do?"
"Agreeing to the deal."
"Pardon?"
"Hide this intel, and I'll massage your head. Such a pervert—cumming from scalp torment."
"N-No way?"
"Yeah. All this? Your doing."
I pointed to the puddle of her piss. No memory, but her body's pleasure didn't lie.
"Now that you get it, hand over your head. Payment upfront."
I watched her reaction. Her upturned eyes brimmed with intrigue, anticipation, excitement for what was coming.
"Hnnngggh!!!!"
That night, tales spread of a woman's sobbing cries echoing through the capital.
"Minister!"
Long time since I'd come to the Magic Tower. Mary Jane beamed at me.
"You were wild last night."
"I told you not to peek at the mansion."
"Huh? I meant the Hongryeon assassin. What did our Minister get up to at home~?"
Mary Jane waggled her brows playfully. Such a friend—say anything, and she'd roast me.
"Hah, whatever. Anything happen?"
"Nothing... but also something."
"What?"
"The emperor summoned you."
"When?"
"Messenger just left."