The Dick-Threat Questioning Method
With cute, shrill moans, Brina also climaxed hard, splattering lubricant across Han Yeoul's lower abdomen. Unlike the previous night when semen had flooded her vaginal walls, this time the semen shot out with her cervix mouth clamping down so tightly on the glans that it felt crushed—blasting forth with enough force to pierce right through the tightly sealed entrance. Pyut—pyut—
Brina-hole's womb refused to accept the intruding semen just yet, keeping its mouth firmly shut and denying entry. But the glans relentlessly shoved its head forward, firing load after load, until the womb began to shift slightly, trying to evade it. This went against the onahole's instinct to pleasure the cock, as the womb was still forbidden territory for the user.
With the cervix mouth tilting slightly off-kilter, the glans—which had been pressing down hard under the weight of the Brina-hole—slid into a depression around the edge of the cervical canal. It plunged in deeper than ever before.
-Gak?!♥ Oook♥ Ogoooooh?!?!?!??!♥♥♥
"Urk?!"
Both Brina and Han Yeoul were caught off guard. The cock had rammed up above the cervix mouth, making the glans bulge out about 2cm between what should have been the position of her womb, right in the middle of Brina-hole's breasts—as if it were about to burst through her belly—while unleashing its load. Since he was still pulling Brina-hole's breasts downward, it looked exactly like a glans paizuri.
Brina-hole's durability plummeted as a result, but it was worth it. A glans paizuri during a creampie? A rare sight only possible with an onahole.
Brina thrashed about, choking out gasps from the shock of her unexplored depths being suddenly invaded, lost in wave after wave of continuous orgasms.
"Whew. Almost lost my mind there. How much did I pump out this time?"
The relentless ejaculation finally tapered off. Despite the massive volume, her belly only swelled in the shape of his cock—absorbing it instantly, with no visible traces of semen. Opening his status window confirmed it: a whopping 179mL from this single load.
"This from a human?"
He'd done the ejaculating, but it was hard to believe any person could output that much in one go. Maybe because he'd cum so much, his throat felt parched—he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged it in one go.
-Haaaah...♥ Heung...♥
Brina was still dazed, drunk on semen, unable to snap out of it. Unlike before, even after the rough treatment and creampie, she hadn't passed out. Probably thanks to her second-stage growth raising her pleasure threshold before blackout.
Even after dumping that much, she still needed 44mL for third-stage growth. Looked like he'd have to go for a double round today too. His cock remained rock-hard inside her pussy, supporting the weight of the large-size onahole without faltering.
"Ah, but cumming to Jeon So-young thoughts... kinda bringing on post-nut clarity."
The excitement had carried him through to the end, but now that it was over, the self-loathing hit hard. Turning Jeon So-young into an onahole? Even as a fantasy, it wasn't something a decent person would do. He felt a twinge of guilt.
That was the kind of thing only criminals or demons would dream up.
Monsters like Brina? Use 'em however—personal taste aside, no ethical or legal issues. It was a fight for humanity's survival. No room for soft ideals like human rights or respect for life. Just two species slaughtering each other for dominance. Turn one into an onahole, and folks might just call it a quirky fetish.
But fellow humans? He needed to restrain this indiscriminate use of his authority. At least, humans weren't targets for him.
Of course, honestly speaking, denying any dark urges would be a lie... but he wouldn't act on them.
'Unless they're scum who deserve to die, or already half-dead with some ego left...'
Like those thugs he'd personally turned into onaholes today—they had it coming. Scum who harmed humanity without contributing a damn thing.
Thinking back on those thugs' demise turned his stomach, so he refocused on Brina-hole. Her waist, rigid until the peak of climax, now went limp post-orgasm, slumping back and entrusting her weight fully to his cock.
"Hey, snap out of it."
Slap—slap—
Smacking her ass or roughly kneading her breasts did nothing; she was lost in the afterglow, far from coherent. With Brina-hole itself gone slack and offering no pussy squeeze, he tried Repair on a whim.
Onahole Repair
6mL to restore her mangled nipples, 10mL to fix the durability damage from rough use. Remaining semen: 190mL. He could feel fresh sperm churning in his balls in real-time, so no worries about shortages for her next growth stage.
With Onahole Repair restoring durability and damage, Brina quickly came to.
-Hic...! W-wait! Let's talk, human!
"Hm? Oh yeah, you had something to say earlier. Go ahead, spit it out."
She urgently demanded a chat the moment she recovered, so he gave her a chance. Truth be told, he had questions for her too. By the time he finished using her again, she'd probably pass out, so now was prime time.
-First, can we take that out? It's... distracting. Can't focus.
"No can do. If you're gonna babble, squeeze my cock tighter."
He flexed inside her, drawing a stifled 'Kuh...' moan before she pressed on.
-Then... can you explain exactly what happened to me?
Basic stuff, huh? He'd told her yesterday, but whatever.
"Why ask again? You're an onahole. A sex toy built to milk cock for semen. That's your deal now."
-I wanted to believe I'd misheard... So how the hell did you do this to me?
"Hm... guess it doesn't hurt to tell you. My authority, Onahole Master, turned you into this."
She reacted big to "authority."
-Authority...? Are you a god's apostle?
"Apostle? What's that?"
-Not even an apostle, yet you have authority...?
Her tone suggested she knew something. He pressed her cervix hard with his cock to interrogate.
"What do you know about authorities? Spill everything. Unless you wanna get used right now."
-Hic?! You shameless...! F-fine, I'll talk! Just stop moving inside!
He could've commanded her with Onahole Absolute Dominion, but it was more fun making her spill willingly. She knew resistance was futile anyway.
-Authority is the power gods bestow on their apostles. Usually, gods lend a portion of their own authority. Apostles receive it and act as proxies on earth, spreading the god's deeds. They draw divine essence from it.
"How do you become an apostle? What's divine essence?"
-You have authority but know nothing? How did I end up with a guy like you...
Sensing her pitying sigh, he pinched her restored nipple and mashed his cock against her cervix. She yelped in shock and finally answered straight.
-Hii?!♥ S-stop...! Apostles are chosen by gods! From what I hear, gods approach the strong who've proven themselves in that tower you call home—the collective of defeated gods—and offer apostleship. To us, they're just divine slaves, but they all accept gladly.
Her words brought certain hunters to mind. The pinnacle awakeners symbolizing each nation's might. Most owned S-rank unique abilities, famed as powerhouses even before the Tower. After entering, they returned as gods among men.