Growth (4): The New Home and Jeanne's Suspicion
Amid that hectic daily routine, my living situation changed too.
"This is the house Lord Cheonma promised you. Do you like it?"
"Of course I do. Wow, how big is this place in square footage?"
The compensation for the house Han Se-ah had demolished before had finally arrived in the form of this new place she'd helped me find. The Cheonma herself was too busy to come, sending a representative instead, but I didn't mind at all—the new house was so perfect that I barely noticed.
It had a living room spacious enough to run around in, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms designed for a large family, and not a single corner that didn't suit my taste. Despite the generous size, it wasn't far from downtown, making it incredibly convenient. Plus, built specifically for Awakeners, the structure was rock-solid, with top-notch security and soundproofing.
Honestly, the soundproofing was the second-best feature after the size.
The Cheonma Shin-gyo follower who showed me around smiled faintly and handed over the paperwork.
"I'm glad you like it. Just sign here."
Just in case, I read through the documents before signing. Nothing suspicious, as expected, so I put my signature at the bottom.
"All confirmed. Ownership of this house is now fully transferred to Han Yeoul. I'll take my leave then."
With the final paperwork done, it finally sank in—this place was mine. The furniture was similar to what I'd had before but upgraded to higher quality, and all my belongings were neatly unpacked and organized, ready for immediate move-in.
"This bed's huge too."
Even the king-size bed in the master bedroom was spot-on.
Brina and Slami were just as thrilled with the new house, poking around everywhere.
"It's far beneath Master's station, but not bad at all. For work from that bitch Cheonma, it's surprisingly decent."
Still harboring resentment toward Han Se-ah, Brina spoke sharply, but she clearly loved the house itself. She inspected every corner, familiarizing herself with the appliances and their functions.
"The bed's so squishy~"
Uninterested in housework, Slami hopped onto the bed and started playing games on her smartphone. Of course, Brina wasn't about to let that slide.
"Slami, stop playing and come here. We have mountains of work."
"Eeeek~ I just started~"
Whining like a child and refusing to budge from the bed, Slami was eventually dragged off by Brina.
Now handling the onahole inventory with practiced ease, they began pulling out necessities and tidying up. I lay back on the bed, watching them.
"It's nice when they just handle everything without me saying a word."
Lately, Brina had taken over nearly all the housework. Beyond sexual service, she threw herself into any task that could serve me, deriving real satisfaction from it. Maybe it stemmed from failing her first order to "keep an eye on the house."
Brina wasn't just proactive with chores. I'd bought smartphones for her and Slami to stay in touch during dungeon runs, in case of emergencies. While I'd only shown them the basics—and Slami just used hers for games—Brina started learning about modern life through it. A few weeks later, she was ordering delivery all by herself, fully adapted. Lately, she'd gotten hooked on buying new clothes from online shops Jeong-hwa had taught her about.
"When did she order this?"
I had no idea when, but Brina pulled maid outfits from the onahole inventory, dressing Slami in one before changing into her own.
"Ooh yeah..."
Tailor-made to their sizes, these weren't standard maid outfits—they were designed for lewd purposes. The tops plunged deep at the chest, and the skirts were so short they barely covered the lower curves of their asses. The pure white panties peeking from the fluttering hems added a frilly accent, like part of the outfit.
Hearing my appreciative murmur, Slami—who was washing dishes with her diluted acidic fluids as detergent-free cleaner—lifted her skirt with a tentacle to flash her panties.
"Stealing peeks at panties, you pervert Master~"
"Ahem. Dust over here..."
Not to be outdone, Brina bent over to "dust" a nonexistent spot, thrusting her hips back. The already short skirt fully exposed her perfectly shaped, birthing-hip ass. Between those massive cheeks, the white panties showed a clear cameltoe outline.
"Maid outfits for today, it is."
With my onaholes proactively finding new ways to tempt me like this, I could keep cumming steadily, no matter how exhausting.
Smiling contentedly at their sexy housework display, I caught a contemptuous sneer.
"What a kept man. Handing money and chores over to women without a shred of shame."
"I send them to dungeons, sure, but they insisted on handling the housework themselves. Why should I feel ashamed? Look, they're loving it."
"How can those things work so hard for a guy like you..."
Jeanne, now at stage 3 with a torso formed, glared at me sullenly. Since I'd only used Brina and Slami for dungeons, she'd lingered at this level despite time passing since becoming my onahole.
In truth, I hadn't touched her since stage 2.
With not enough semen to spare for Brina and Slami, adding Jeanne would be impossible.
To replenish what dungeons consumed, I was ejaculating nearly 5 liters daily. Even with enhanced stamina, that was my limit. Things had eased up lately with improved physical stats, but early on, it was brutal.
The post-battle excitement from the dungeons turned straight into lust for those two onaholes, who milked me so aggressively it was hard to tell who was using whom. Satisfying them to the point of collapse left no energy for Jeanne.
But Jeanne saw it differently.
"What's your game?"
"What're you talking about?"
She eyed me suspiciously.
"Don't play dumb. Why haven't you touched me once since that day? A cum-brained pervert like you couldn't possibly be satisfied with those two spineless sluts."
Jeanne was anxious. That day—when she'd thought she'd finally escape the necromantic power for true death—she'd realized there was a fate worse than undeath. Yet this human hadn't laid a finger on her since.
Whatever the principle, after forming her body, he just left her head and torso in plain sight like decorations, ignored like ornaments.
He skipped limbs to keep me from running. His power's weaker than mine one-on-one.
Weeks ago's Han Yeoul and today's were worlds apart in strength, but confined indoors with no info, Jeanne didn't know. She could infer dungeon runs from talk, but figured short trips couldn't make him that much stronger. Ignorance of his Unique Authority allowed such thoughts.
But why make a body I can't even resist... and then ignore it?
The Han Yeoul she knew was lust-mad. From their first meeting: drugged by Slami's aphrodisiac, toyed with while she watched Brina throat-fuck herself. Then turned into an onahole, more wretched than a sex slave, defiling her mouth and throat with inhuman acts.
Such a man making a helpless body and leaving it alone? Impossible.
Jeanne trusted her body. Back as human, no kingdom beauty matched her voluptuous allure. Her inherited skeleton and knightly training created an ideal, healthy figure—even she admitted it. Of course, she wouldn't have honed it knowing she'd end up some human's onahole.
Maybe he lost interest once it looked too human?
Plausible. Brina and Slami shared traits: non-human, lewd bodies capturing his filthy desires—breasts bigger than their heads, unnatural for normal creatures. And small stature. Maybe he only lusted for things below his waist height, substituting with petite monsters since he couldn't snag child creatures.
Pedo monster fetishist. Disgusting.
Han Yeoul grimaced at the malice radiating from Jeanne.
"Hey, you just badmouthed me in your head. It's giving off seriously nasty vibes..."
"...I always curse you. Want me to say it out loud?"
At his words, Jeanne halted her thoughts.
Not precise, but he reads my mood and emotions. Creepy as hell...
Forced into onahole slavery was humiliating enough; him sensing her feelings made everything his to control.
Most infuriating? How livable this feels despite it all.
No stress in total control, no freedom or hope visible—yet she felt no strain. Consciously hating him, but her mood was serene. Even good sometimes. Forced to watch him pound the other two, she'd catch herself aroused.
That terrified her. Would she slowly adapt, accept being his onahole like Brina and Slami, thoughtlessly?
Is this deliberate? To break me from within? Sneaky bastard...
All delusion, but intended or not, Jeanne's mind was crumbling.
"Hmph, now that you've noticed, no point hiding it."
He hadn't ignored her mindlessly; he'd sensed her growing unease lately. Picking up her head, he spoke.
Jeanne reacted, convinced her hunch was right.
"Kuh, as expected...! All calculated."
"Yeah, you're tougher than I thought."
"I'm not so weak I'll crumble on my own."
Her casual retort admitted her state. Yeoul felt now was time for his planned scheme.
I wasn't just leaving her be.
He'd pondered drawing cooperation from her. And recently, a solution emerged.
"How about a bet, then?"