Taming Jeanne (5)

"Phew, right on the dot, huh?"

As the final ejaculation ended, the system message appeared alongside the disappearance of the vaginal seal etched on Jeanne's abdomen. It was a shame to see the seal vanish after spending a thousand Onahole Points to create it, but the results far exceeded that cost—he was more than satisfied.

Savoring the afterglow of his release, he pulled his cock out of her ass. Even unconscious, Jeanne squirted out a massive gush of fluids.

"She came buckets."

Placing Jeanne's limp body on the bed, he watched her pregnant-like belly—swollen from the semen—deflate in real time as the seal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠vanished. Considering it had started with over seven liters of semen to collect, the sheer volume he'd pumped into her was insane.

"First time dumping this much into a single onahole in one day. Yeah, it was worth it."

Things like endlessly breaking her Infinite Regenerating Hymen, or smashing her womb with his cock through her ass. Her durability was a whopping 400 even at stage 3, making such extreme play possible, and Jeanne's reactions had been incredibly arousing.

"Didn't expect her to feel it as pleasure even without converting pain to ecstasy."

Of course, he'd intended to push her that way, but he hadn't anticipated it working this well. Especially surprising was how her trait Masochism caused her existing skills to be overwritten by the S-rank skill Masochism.

"If I play my cards right, could I create S-rank skills like this for Brina or Slami too?"

He entertained the happy thought for a moment, but no brilliant method for intentionally crafting high-rank skills came to mind.

That line of thinking brought another regret to the surface.

"If I'd known a skill like this would pop up, I would've copied it later. What a waste."

Thanks to the effect of Onahole Absolute Ownership, he could only copy one skill or unique ability per onahole. He'd already copied her Heavy Strike skill from Jeanne, so there was no way to acquire the new Masochism.

"Maybe if I evolve it to stage 2, it'll open up options?"

Just like evolving Onaholization and Growing Onahole to stage 2 had unlocked Vaginal Seal and Temporary Growth, upgrading Onahole Absolute Ownership might allow recopying or selecting an extra skill. But that required a whopping 10,000 Onahole Points.

After upgrading two sub-authorities and paying maintenance for Vaginal Seal and Temporary Growth, his points were running low. Yeoul waited for the points he'd earn from using Jeanne.

"4,610 from orgasms? Wait, that means she came 461 times while I only shot six loads?"

At the absurd number, Yeoul checked the system log. Sure enough, from the moment her Masochism trait awakened, she'd been climaxing nearly every time he thrust.

"Basically an Onahole Point vending machine."

Of course, the heat and doubled sensitivity from the vaginal seal, plus the extreme use of semen for repairs, all contributed. Still, it was a massive haul.

"Anyway, I've got a dungeon run tomorrow, but Jeanne's out of semen."

The whole point of breaking her was to take her into a 6th-grade dungeon with doppelgangers, but now he lacked the semen to evolve her to stage 4.

He could use Temporary Growth like before, but he didn't want to burn points on it. Activating it from stage 3 to 4 cost 4,000 points, plus 100 daily maintenance—too pricey now that the goal was met.

Pondering, Yeoul scratched his head and picked up Jeanne's head again.

"No choice. It'll be tough, but... I'll have to cum enough to evolve her to stage 4 by tonight."

He shoved his cock into the mouth-pussy of the unconscious Jeanne, foam still bubbling from her lips. Even out cold, an onahole's body maintained peak function for receiving cock—sucking it in with instinctive, slurping precision, even more skillfully than when awake.

Using her unconscious felt like raping a sleeping woman; Yeoul got hard fast and came whenever the urge hit, no holding back. One load down her throat, and for the finale, he sprayed across her face resting between her tits.

Jeanne's ghostly pale nude body was now coated in Yeoul's semen. Sticky globs covered her hair, face, breasts, pussy, and ass without sparing an inch. Semen on her eyelids trickled down like tears.

The territorial marking filled Yeoul with conquest.

"Buukkake's not bad either? Onaholes absorb semen through their skin anyway, so no cleanup."

He reflected on his past shortsightedness, always creampie-only.

"Nngh... slurp♥"

Deep in slumber despite the rough use, Jeanne licked semen trickling from her lips in her sleep. Moments later, every drop on her body vanished, absorbed without trace.

Checking her status window, Yeoul confirmed enough semen for growth and evolved her to stage 4.

"Should finish around tomorrow morning."

He set the growth to complete in about 4 hours by burning extra semen on the now-evolving Jeanne.

"Yawwn~ Man, I'm beat. How many times did I even cum today? Time to sleep... but looks like not yet."

Placing the growing Jeanne on the bed, he opened the door to find Brina masturbating against it and Slami licking her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lips behind—Yeoul gave a wry smile and dragged them back into Jeanne's room.

Early dawn. Jeanne, having finished growing, was the first to wake.

Opening her eyes, she first confirmed her regenerated limbs at stage 4, then reattached her head.

With normal vision restored, she surveyed her surroundings.

"Mm..."

"Master... it won't go in anymore..."

"Mnya, mnya..."

Yeoul, Brina, and Slami were tangled naked on the bed, sleeping together. She could guess what orgy they'd had on her bed last night.

Watching them slumber peacefully in her room, Jeanne sighed softly, expressionless.

"Haa. How did it come to this?"

Remembering everything from last night, this hardly fazed her. Compared to howling like a beast for Yeoul's cock and cum, it was child's play.

"Begging him to wreck me with his dick... I wasn't in my right mind."

Though the vaginal seal induced heat, she knew her words rang true deep down. Hanging her head, she clutched it in frustration.

"To think I'm such a pervert who gets off on pain..."

The biggest shock was her hidden masochistic side. Recalling the ecstasy of her hymen pierced endlessly, womb crushed under cock—she unconsciously rubbed her belly.

Her smooth post-growth abdomen vividly recalled the pounding from within.

Drip—

"Just remembering does this much..."

Lubricant already leaked from her pussy and mouth. The memories burned so intensely, mere recollection aroused her.

"No words left for me now."

Having embraced pain as pleasure and begged for torment, she couldn't complain about Yeoul or the other onaholes anymore. She'd become an even bigger sex fiend.

Irked by Yeoul's peaceful sleep after ruining her, Jeanne poked his cheek.

"Sleeps like a baby after turning me into this."

His serene face clashed with the beast during use; she chuckled dryly. She should hate him, but no such feeling stirred. Not even the thought.

"Doesn't look like that guy when he's asleep."

Even their first dungeon meeting, he'd seemed like an enthusiastic adventurer. Low physical stats but surprisingly skilled with a sword.

Before seeing him get a dungeon blowjob from her under Slami's aphrodisiac, she'd thought he might save her.

"First time seeing his face this calmly, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠think."

Poking his cheek, Jeanne realized she'd never properly looked at him. Too repulsive before, or not sane when forced to face him.

Carefully brushing his bangs aside without waking him...

"......He's hotter than I thought?"

She'd assumed some ugly virgin from his actions, but surprisingly handsome. Flawless skin, like he'd never known hardship.

Her ideal was a sturdy, tree-trunk of a man stronger than her—Yeoul was tall and built, but slim like a physique athlete, not quite it.

"Still, pretty manly... and up close, those muscles look densely trained for combat...? ......Ah."

Scanning from face to body, her gaze locked.

Twitch—

"Whoa, it moved..."

Even soft in sleep, Yeoul's massive cock held her eyes captive.

"So that went inside me?"

Once repulsive, now oddly cute.

"Still small like that?"

Observing curiously, her throat tickled. She knew the signal now: craving cock in her throat-pussy. Yeoul's dick aroused her.

After yesterday's shameless display, she shrugged it off. Instead, curiosity piqued—this was her first time staring at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a still one.

Hesitating briefly, she glanced at his sleeping face and muttered.

"...A little should be fine, right?"