Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: If You've Got a New Body, It's Only Natural to Use Ryu Sia's Mouth Pussy, Right?
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"Say that again."
Park Chairman couldn't hide his displeasure as he spoke. It was because of the unbelievable news he'd just received.
"...Gone? Without a trace?"
"Yes, sir... that's correct."
Killing intent poured from his thin, elongated eyes that resembled those of an assassin.
Park Chairman held back the urge to strike his chief secretary in front of him. Venting his anger on the man wouldn't solve anything.
Though he was famous for his usual cold rationality, even he struggled to accept the fact that his new body had been stolen.
"Do you have any idea how much that cost..."
Recently, humanity had developed a way to evade death.
Complete consciousness transfer.
It allowed one's memories to be perfectly transplanted into a brand-new body in pristine condition.
It was immortality reserved for a tiny elite of the ultra-wealthy.
"...What are they saying at GK?"
The chief secretary, who had been bowing his head in the tense atmosphere, answered cautiously.
"They expressed deep regret over this incident and promised full compensation for all damages. They also committed to swift handling..."
Thud—he cut off the lengthening words by striking the floor with his cane.
"Get to the point. How many days... no, how much longer do I have to wait?"
"If they can recover your missing body, Chairman, they say two weeks... two weeks would be enough."
"...But it's gone now, isn't it? If they have to start from scratch, how long?"
Cold sweat beaded on the chief secretary's forehead. The answer he was about to give would greatly upset the chairman.
"Two years. At least two years," the chief secretary said, squeezing his eyes shut.
Grind—the horrific sound of teeth gnashing filled the terribly silent room. His wrinkled hands trembled as they gripped the luxurious wooden cane, as if barely suppressing a roar.
"...Hoo...." The chairman let out a sigh, seemingly holding back his outburst, and pondered the lost opportunity.
A few days ago, the new body he'd seen in person had been perfect.
A robust, healthy physique. A body densely packed with even fine muscles, paired with looks anyone would call "handsome."
'A god trapped in mortal flesh.'
The body he was meant to inhabit had the flawless form of a god from Greek or Roman mythology.
And now, that body—the one he was about to transfer into—was gone.
Park Chairman had been feeling his age lately. Even working at his usual intensity left him exhausted, on the verge of collapse, and he noticed his comprehension slipping.
The fear of decline, of dying, was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
"Find it. No matter what. Use as much budget as you need."
Compared to reclaiming his youth, spending a bit of his current fortune was nothing.
"I won't disappoint you." The chief secretary, with his weasel-like features, replied swiftly, as if proving his loyalty.
"Tch. Get out." Park Chairman spent the rest of his day worrying about his body, wherever it might be.
Stealing the new body had been no difficult task. Aside from the security system in the GK virtual reality I'd designed myself, most security setups were child's play to me now.
I transferred my consciousness into the body some rich bastard had prepped for his swap and crawled out of the culture tank.
"...Pha!" A sensation I'd never felt in my life: solid ground beneath both feet. Legs moving nimbly at my command.
It was an overwhelmingly emotional moment for me, but now wasn't the time to indulge. I had to escape this dark lab immediately.
I rummaged through a personal locker, threw on some clothes, and checked my body's status.
"...Connected." The new flesh had a chip in the brain enabling communication. I confirmed the link to my virtual self as well.
After verifying my mind, my gaze naturally turned to my body.
'Impressive.' Flawless skin, sharp features, large eyes that looked kind.
A tall frame around 185cm, well-developed muscles, long legs, and an inverted triangle upper body.
And the most important part? "Monster" fit perfectly.
In ancient Greece, they saw small penises on men as signs of intellect and restraint—beautiful.
By their standards, the thing dangling between my legs now would be "ignorant and sexually depraved—ugly."
Even flaccid, it was the size of an average adult male's erect.
I'd admire the body later. For now, I straightened my clothes and focused on getting out.
The lab guarded against external intrusions, so outbound exit was easier than expected. Preparations were thorough.
I'd hacked the greeting system in advance to approve all guards for simultaneous leave. Security was critically understaffed.
I tracked their positions in real-time via their phones.
CCTV feeds were looped to specific time frames, so I slipped out of the building without suspicion.
"Need a place to crash..." After a moment's thought, I headed to Ryu Sia's apartment.
"She's just about done." Altering her memories and thought patterns had become routine.
Even severe suggestions like chronic exhibitionism, which wouldn't have affected her before, she now accepted swiftly.
The triggers for controlling her in reality should have taken solid root in her subconscious by now.
"Heh, might get to test this thing out tonight."
I reined in my surging lust and made for her place.
Ding-dong—the doorbell rang.
'Who the hell at this hour?' 3 a.m.—an incredibly rude time for visitors.
No normal person would be awake.
Not that I had room to talk, having spent the late hours masturbating under the excuse of "just one more time..."
'Ignore it.' I tried focusing on the lewd video on screen, but the insistent ding-dong, ding-dong grated on my nerves.
"Who is it... seriously..." Cracking the door to peek revealed a tall, handsome young man outside.
That's when he clapped twice and shouted, "Ryu Sia, freeze!"
That single phrase from the open door gap froze me like ice.
'What...? My body...! It won't move...!'
Ignoring my terrified self, he calmly unlatched the door and entered my home.
"Hngh... why won't my body..."
"Mm, were you jerking off? Quite the sight."
I'd only loosely thrown on a sweat-soaked, see-through tee and dolphin shorts to check who it was mid-session.
He shut the door casually, shrugged off the too-small shirt, and approached in just his pants.
He clapped twice again. "Ryu Sia, get water." And began issuing absurd commands.
What drove me insane was my body obeying him.
I tried willing it to move, but it ignored me, heading to the kitchen to demurely pour a glass.
"Pha, better." He gulped the water, sat my rigid self on the sofa, and clapped twice more.
"Ryu Sia, hypnosis state." My vision spun, consciousness fogging over.
'N... no...'
"Ryu Sia, what have you been doing until now?"
"Masturbating... all night..."
With a blank expression, my body confessed flatly, against my horrified mind.
'No! What the hell are you saying!'
[Sucking dick will drive out anyone who entered the house]
[Swallowing semen each time increases the chance of expulsion]
He started slowly peeling off my hastily donned clothes, revealing my naked body beneath the thin tee.
'Ugh... so embarrassing...'
"Hmm... what were you thinking about while masturbating?"
At his question, my flesh spilled what I desperately didn't want to say.
"I was watching videos of getting raped by Master and chosen... I wished I had a Master too..."
'What crazy bullshit is that!' It was true, but not something to confess to this dangerous stranger.
No matter how handsome he was or how his domineering vibe somewhat matched a perfect master fantasy, he was still a home invader—a criminal.
"Perfect, just as expected," he muttered something incomprehensible and tried implanting those ridiculous suggestions.
'Psycho...' Who believes in hypnosis in this day and age?
A nutjob must've broken in.
Hypnosis? Cheap AV trope.
My immobility was weird, sure—but drugs or some trick, not unscientific nonsense.
...Still, just in case, I desperately memorized his words to resist.
'Don't suck dick... don't swallow semen...'
"When you hear the clap, you'll wake from hypnosis."
'Don't suck dick! Don't swallow semen!'
Clap clap—my consciousness blacked out briefly, then returned.
'...Don't suck dick, don't swallow semen!'
...Good. I remembered. Definitely dangerous.
Trying to plant suggestions like that.
"Don't suck dick? Then how am I supposed to drive him out?"
He must've been trying to make me forget the obvious truth: sucking dick drives out home intruders.
'Pfft, that's why he tried that nonsense like "don't suck dick, don't swallow semen"?'
Thanks to his amateur hypnosis, I stayed fully sane.
Physical control returned gradually. I lunged at him.
He seemed startled, offering no resistance. I yanked down his pants and pulled out his dick.
"Get ready—I'm gonna suck this thing dry and kick you out right now! ...Huh?"
As his pants dropped, a monstrous meat rod sprang up, nearly smacking my face.
What insane size. Bigger than my face, veins bulging ferociously, hot throbbing against my cheek.
"Gh... well, decent tool. But I can handle it...!" I bluffed to hide my fluster, though the savage girth scared me a bit.
'It's fine... I've practiced plenty on videos...!'
I pressed soft lips to the glans and steeled myself.
"I won't lose to some big dick!"
The man smirked wickedly and began stroking my head.
The night was long. Before it ended, I vowed to definitely drive this man out.