Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: No Way I'd Compare a Guy Like You to My Husband?
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If I were to liken the process of manipulating someone else's mind to sculpting, Officer Lee Na-eun's case was like working with modeling clay.
Clay that deformed softly under pressure and could be easily shaped into any desired form.
Han Yu-jin's mind was like marble. It could be smoothly carved away, perfectly suited for sculpting, but one mistake could crack it irreparably, so a bit of caution was needed.
And the mind of this woman now struggling to pull down my pants right in front of me? It was like steel.
'Not an easy job.'
She had strong mental fortitude to begin with, plus a high scenario importance rating, so she didn't take well to suggestions.
That was why I started with her mind like raindrops slowly eroding a rock—repeating suggestions at a level she could accept.
'Even that was tough work.'
I didn't start by implanting something outrageous like 'This man can pay his interest with semen.'
From her resentment toward her husband who rarely had sex with her, I drew out the idea that 'Semen is something very precious.'
I gradually reinforced that thought, deepening it into 'Semen is a highly valuable resource that should only be used for the one you love.'
Once the ridiculous notion that semen equaled a valuable commodity had taken root, I slowly introduced the idea that interest could be paid with semen.
It was a fiercely resistant process. The psychological barriers were sky-high.
'Without the incense, it would've been impossible.'
The expensive incense bought with her husband's money had the effect of helping women focus during meditation when used.
In other words, it softened the mind, blurring the boundaries of rationality.
With her mind saturated in the scent, I planted suggestions that played on her resistance.
By implanting 'Paying interest with semen is torture-like cruelty to the other party,' the sense of wrongness she felt toward paying interest with semen diminished.
It twisted her perception from 'resistance to sexual acts' into 'resistance to torture-like behavior.'
Then, narrowing the suggestion's target to me further reduced her discomfort.
It limited the scope of application.
Adding 'Only with this man can interest be collected this way' was surprisingly easy.
Given how much she despised me normally, the idea that she could force this painful method of payment only on me took root quickly.
It was an essential suggestion, since offering her to other debtors was unbearable.
And the result of all that effort was this woman now diligently struggling on her knees in front of me.
Apparently unskilled at removing a bound man's underwear, she fumbled through trial and error before finally peeling off my panties.
"Hmmm, get ready... Huh..."
She let out a hissing sound, momentarily stunned by the size of my cock.
"This thing, what the...?"
"What's wrong? Ha, enough with the mockery. Hurry up and finish this."
In her mindset, this was quasi-torture, so my feigned agony brought her pleasure.
She composed herself from her surprise at the size, glared at me, and spoke in a cold voice as if unruffled.
"Your dick looks ready, so I'll begin the collection now."
With a "Ha-wup," her red-painted lips enveloped my cock.
The bright red lipstick left marks showing exactly how far she'd swallowed.
Her technique was clearly amateurish in places, but the effort was evident.
"Hurgh... This is... too much..." I groaned in mock torment.
"Hehe... *Slurp* Hurts, doesn't it...? *Suck* Pwah... Should've... *Slurp* paid your interest on time... *Sluuurp* then you wouldn't be in this mess..."
Mocking me with feigned pity, she responded between slurps and kisses on my shaft.
"Hurry up... *Sluuurp* and shoot... *Squelch* your precious semen *Suck* irresponsibly into my mouth."
Unaware of what she was doing, fellating a man who wasn't her husband with such enthusiasm—it was incredibly stimulating.
As arousal mounted, my cock swelled further, a bead of clear precum forming at the tip.
"Pwah, already cumming? Hmph. Pathetic semen from a pathetic man. Thin and clear. Can't even compare to my husband's."
Mistaking precum for semen, she squeezed the shaft, licked up the transparent droplet triumphantly, and swallowed.
As my cock slipped from her lips, the lipstick smeared across her cheek. The ruined makeup added a bizarre eroticism.
"...I haven't even started cumming yet. Is this really your first time collecting with semen?"
"Huh? But just now, that was clearly se—?" She replied with a confused look.
'My husband always came after just this much oral...' Her mind was in turmoil.
"No, my mistake. With your collection experience, you'd never be this clumsy..."
"...Don't mock me. It's just that a shameless deadbeat like you is a first, so I mistook it for my initial semen collection this way."
She masked her fluster with a brazen expression and made excuses.
"Though it's my first time collecting like this, I've prepared perfectly."
She kissed my glistening glans again, teasing the tip with her tongue while gauging my reaction. One hand rhythmically stroked the shaft.
In stark contrast to her disgusted expression, one hand gently fondled my balls while the other pumped the shaft, planting lewd kisses on my cock.
"How's this...? *Smack* Feels good, right...? *Slurp*"
"...No way it feels good. Being forced to give semen to a woman I don't love."
I barely suppressed a laugh, fooling her.
"See for yourself... *Slurp* how it throbs... *Sluuurp*"
Like she'd been properly trained, she took care not to let her teeth graze as she tried to deepthroat me.
Even with tears welling up in painful agony, she glared at me defiantly.
A woman fiercely devoted to her lover would hesitate at such a degrading act, yet here she was, hating me, doing it anyway.
Suppressing her gag reflex, eyes watery as she looked up at me, checking my reactions.
Her blowjob felt good, but a married woman despising me with her warped common sense while servicing me—that hastened my climax.
As she worked her lips and tongue diligently along the shaft, I came.
"Mmph... Ungh... Guh... ♥" Tears pricking her eyes, face twisted in torment, yet she slowly withdrew my cock, determined to extract every drop.
She swished the thick, sticky semen around in her mouth for a while before deeming it swallowable and gulping it down.
I could see her throat bob as my semen slid down into her stomach.
"*Gulp* Pwah... See that...? Your semen, not a drop left, pitifully vanished into my belly... Hehe."
Though she said it to torment me, showing off her mouth still coated with my thick load only turned me on more.
She swirled her tongue around, gathered the remnants on it, and swallowed. She even sucked the semen off her fingers from shaking my cock clean.
"*Smack* Hmm... This amount should cover today's interest nicely."
Gasping from the strenuous fellatio, she panted heavily.
The incense that clouded women's minds filled her lungs.
Her mind, satisfied with her first successful collection, saturated with the mind-numbing scent.
I judged now was the time to add more suggestions.
[When masturbating, my cock comes to mind.]
[Every time comparing me to her husband, she feels lewd.]
"Ugh..."
Her head throbbed briefly, and she took a deep breath, but that only drew in more of the calming incense.
The brief spike in discomfort settled quickly, allowing her mind to accept the new suggestions.
"Hoo... Why's it still standing like that? Today's collection is done. Don't tell me you want to pay off the principal that badly?"
She glared at me contemptuously. Her eyes lingered on my cock, unsatisfied after just one ejaculation.
"...If you don't want to go through this hell again next time, prepare the money."
She untied the ropes binding me and fixed me with a cold stare.
"You don't want this harsh treatment either, do you?"
"...Right." She shot a chilling glance at my odd smile, sighed, fixed her smeared makeup, and hurried out.
Unaware, her mind registered swallowing semen as a lewd act. Her body, arousal heightened for no apparent reason.
Peeking at her status window before she left, she was flushed with heat.
Her thoughts overflowed with 'I want to do it with my husband right now.'
"But... will that be easy...?" I chuckled softly, seeing her off.
"Get the money okay?" Jo Joo-yeop greeted his returning wife kindly.
"Yeah, got it for sure..." He eyed her curiously as she cradled her lower abdomen tenderly.
"More importantly... Ha-up." Burning with desire, Lee Sun-young seized her husband's mouth in a forceful kiss.
"Wait... honey... suddenly... Ngh... ♥" Deftly undoing his belt, she grabbed his cock.
"Pwah... Can't hold back... ♥ Sorry... ♥" Pinching his shaft between thumb and forefinger, she stroked it.
"Tonight, I'll torment you all night... ♥" Gripping his waist, she fondled his glans from under the desk.
"Ah, wait, honey, too... Ngh...!" Jo Joo-yeop spoke urgently, but his pleasure-expecting wife ignored him.
"Get ready, honey... ♥"
"Too fast... slow... Ngh... down... Ah..." He let out a soul-draining sigh.
"...?" Wetness on her palm startled Lee Sun-young.
Her husband's small, cute cock spurted thin semen pathetically.
'...Already...?'
"Uh... um, so... no more hand stuff, let's get to the main event, right...?" She denied reality in disbelief.
"Hoo, honey... I told you, not tonight..." Glaring resentfully at his ashamed figure, her anger flared.
"...Stop messing around and get hard already..."
"I have work. Don't annoy me, just leave."
Post-ejaculation, refusing to rise again, he hastily pulled up his pants in pathetic haste.
"...Okay. Sorry, dear."
No reply came. Had she asked too much? Clutching her unquenched desire, Lee Sun-young returned to her room and soaked her pillow with tears.
'That jerk... I'm not unattractive... Why won't it get hard?'
A dangerous thought crossed her sobbing mind.
"...If it was Jung Jin-hyuk."
Startled by the fleeting idea, she shook her head, but suppressing it only made it harder to banish.
Like being told not to think of an elephant, her mind fixated on Jung Jin-hyuk.
"My husband wilted after one ejaculation..."
"My husband finished with so little semen..."
"My husband's was tiny and cute, but Jung Jin-hyuk's was..." Strangely, comparing her husband to Jung Jin-hyuk sent shivers of pleasure through her, fogging her mind.
Her fingers naturally drifted to her pussy. Already prepared, it felt slick.
Unlike her callused fingers from sword handling, her clit was soft.
'I... shouldn't... ♥'
Feeling guilty yet succumbing to pleasure, Lee Sun-young pleasured her bud for the first time fantasizing about a man other than her husband.
That night, her pillow was soaked with tears, but her bedsheet grew damp for an entirely different, unspeakable reason.