Baekseol's Hidden Desires Awakened by Lilith (1)
I looked down at Lilith, who gazed up at me with a face brimming with eager anticipation. The dignity of a succubus transcendent had vanished long ago. She was just beaming up at me like an idiot.
She’s really turned into a full-fledged dog now.
It was shocking even to me, watching her.
“Into the room.”
“Woof! Woof!”
She kept grinning at me as if something was utterly delightful about it all. If she’d had a real tail, it would’ve been wagging furiously without stop.
I unfastened the collar around Lilith’s neck. She immediately dropped to all fours and trailed after me. I considered telling her to walk upright, but she seemed so content that I didn’t bother stopping her.
As I led Lilith into the mansion, something I needed to confirm popped into my mind, so I detoured to Baekseol’s room.
“Eh? Master Morris.”
Baekseol, who’d been resting in her room, bolted upright in surprise.
“Who’s this?”
Her eyes locked onto Lilith crawling behind me.
“The mansion’s pet dog.”
“Pet dog... Ah, that fierce dog you kept in the backyard...”
“That’s right.”
“But what brings you to my room?”
“Will you come along? There’s something I need to check.”
“Check?”
“You’ll see when you get there.”
She looked flustered but followed without a word of protest. I said nothing more until we reached the room.
“Woof! Woof!”
Lilith’s barks were the only sound—pure joy at simply entering the mansion.
Once we arrived at the training room, I laid Lilith out on the bed. The space was stocked with every tool imaginable for conditioning.
Lilith promptly rolled onto her back, exposing her belly and splaying her arms and legs wide in total submission.
“You can drop the dog act now.”
“But...”
“Or do you prefer being treated like one?”
“Hehehe.”
Lilith nodded eagerly. She was thoroughly broken. Then again, as a succubus, her brutal honesty about pleasure was only natural.
“What must I do, my lord?”
Baekseol asked.
“If you desire a threesome play, I would gladly...”
As she reached for the hem of her clothes, I stopped her.
“No need.”
“Pardon?”
“I didn’t call you here to join in today.”
“Then...”
“Just watch.”
“You’re serious?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
Baekseol shook her head.
“If you truly can’t hold back, ask me then. Whether you can participate.”
“Do you really think I would?”
“I’d say it’s highly likely.”
“...Understood.”
Baekseol took a seat in the chair opposite the bed. Once I confirmed she was settled, I shrugged off my coat, rolled up my sleeves, and grabbed the whip hanging on the wall.
The whip was the most effective way to rouse Lilith’s pleasure and infuse her with essence.
I channeled mana into it.
“Then let’s begin.”
I swung the whip, now glowing an intense blue, with full force.
Whoosh!Crack!
“Kyaaak!”
Lilith shrieked as it landed. I’d struck hard enough to flay flesh, yet her skin merely flushed red.
“Does it hurt?”
“Noooo.”
Lilith shook her head. If anything, she quivered with delight.
I swung again.
Crack!
“Kyaaak!”
The sharp crack echoed through the room—this time, Baekseol’s scream from behind. Full power. Still, not a drop of blood.
I kept at it.
Crack! Crack!
“Haa, haang! Hiiik!”
With every strike, Lilith shuddered and moaned. The mana in the whip stimulated her body, delivering essence without sex. It reacted with her, awakening her from within.
But there was a condition.
“Haa, haa.”
A succubus had to feel pleasure through the act.
That’s why I’d layered spells on the whip’s tip: one converting pain to ecstasy, instant healing on impact, diffusion of shock throughout her body, and more. Tedious work—far more hassle than just getting hard and thrusting. Sex alone would provide essence too, but I had something to test.
As I whipped her, I glanced back at Baekseol. Her eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Lilith writhing under my strikes.
Already kicking in?
Even depowered to human, her succubus roots lingered. Like the enchanting scent she emitted when aroused.
And Lilith’s was different from Seria’s. While Seria’s simply ignited raw lust,
“Haa, haa.”
Lilith’s drew out a person’s hidden sexual barriers, compelling them to unleash it all on her.
That’s why I’d brought Baekseol—to test its potency.
Another swing.
Crack!
“Kiiyaang!”
She wailed in ecstasy, body trembling violently. I traced a finger along the fresh red welt blooming on her skin. It burned hot under my touch, hypersensitive. As I stroked downward, Lilith twitched and jerked.
“Hut.”
Once she settled, I blindfolded her. Then I dripped hot wax onto her unseen body. The surprise amplified her reactions wildly.
I didn’t ask if she was okay—I’d seen her cheek twitch upward in bliss.
That’s when Baekseol’s voice came from behind.
“Master Morris... I don’t think I can hold back.”
She writhed, twisting her body.
My gaze turned to her.
“Not yet.”
I turned away coldly.
Baekseol was baffled by his demeanor. When he’d first told her to follow with Lilith in tow, questions had swirled in her mind. Why? What kind of play is this? But it turned out to be the opposite.
Just watching? The command had stunned her, but even more shocking was his offer: speak up if she wanted to join.
If he’d invited her outright, fine—but asking her intent? She couldn’t fathom it.
Still, curiosity and jealousy won out—half and half. Why was this woman, so like Seria, treated like a dog here? And Morris kept her too? No small envy there.
To deny it would be a lie. But watching how he handled her washed it away. Treating her not as a person, but a pet—it stirred a strange sense of superiority.
Master Morris cherishes me more.
She’d quietly felt outdone by Seria. Joining the household later, and lately he hadn’t sought her much.
But seeing this Seria-lookalike suffer like that? A twisted thrill bubbled up.
Thump-thump.
Before she knew it, her heart raced. A primal urge surged: to torment this woman who resembled Seria. To conquer her, prove to Morris she was superior.
Unaware, her hand drifted downward. She moaned softly, unheard. Her fingers moved relentlessly.
“Haa, haa.”
I want to torment her. I want to win.
Suppressing shame, she voiced it—but his cold refusal came.
Morris refocused on tormenting Lilith. Baekseol rose, inching closer.
“Master Morris...”
“No.”
Rejected again. She took another step. Never dreamed she’d beg like this for such a ridiculous intrusion.
She didn’t even know why herself. No way she could sense the room thick with Lilith’s enchanting scent—mana was beyond her.
“I want to do it too. Me too...”
“What do you want to do?”
“That’s...”
Baekseol stammered.
“Best to be honest.”
“...”
She hesitated, swallowed dryly, then continued.
“I want to torment that dog too.”
“Is that your desire?”
“Yes...”
I eyed Baekseol. Light purple hearts shimmered in her enchanted gaze.
Perfectly hooked.
I could’ve stopped there. Whip strikes and wax—Lilith had absorbed plenty of essence without sex. Regular doses like this would restore her to decent strength.
But her confession sparked curiosity. What barriers would Baekseol unleash on Lilith? What hidden side of her was invisible to me?
She kept fingering herself, watching us, trembling pitifully. I reached out. Baekseol, pleasuring herself with her hand, eagerly sucked my fingers—begging desperately to be filled.
I nodded at her pleading eyes.
“Do as you desire.”
“Nyes.”
She lavished my fingers with her tongue, then tore off her clothes in a frenzy. Silk ripped with a harsh rrrip!—she didn’t care.
Naked now, Baekseol climbed onto the bed. Her eyes gazing down at Lilith burned with thick, sultry lust.
She sat on the edge and extended her foot to Lilith’s mouth.
“Suck.”
Her voice was as cold as the frost storms of the north. The pathetic, fragile tone she’d shown me was gone.
Ho? Now this was unexpected.