Bet (4): The Itch in the Throat
As midnight approached, Jeanne wanted nothing more than to gouge out her own ears.
“Haaang~♥”
“Does this feel good~? You pathetic premature ejaculator~”
'Just how long do they plan to keep this up...!'
Sleep had become optional since turning into an onahole, but for Jeanne—who had lived as an undead without ever truly resting—it was something precious. Normally, she'd drop off like clockwork at 10 p.m. to rise at dawn for her activities, but tonight, the incessant sounds of her master "using" the onaholes kept her wide awake. She'd thought she'd grown accustomed to it after a month of living together, but tonight was especially bad.
“Oguuuk?! ♥♥ Fill Brina's onahole toilet to the brim...!! ♥♥♥”
“Nngh...! ♥ So delicious~ Virgin master's semen~ ♥”
She had no idea what they were doing, but the moans echoing for nearly three hours straight without a break dragged up memories Jeanne desperately wanted to forget. Those rough hands manhandling her head, those emotionless eyes appraising her like an object, that massive cock forcing its way into her mouth—and even down her throat, making her vomit up semen. And worst of all, the signals from her body telling her it tasted good, felt good.
Somehow, her throat felt ticklish, like she'd caught a cold. Unconsciously, Jeanne touched her lips and neck. She swallowed hard—gulp—and her mouth went dry as dust.
Her mouth felt empty. Like something that belonged there was missing.
“Hah...!”
The moment her fingers twitched toward her mouth to fill that void, the sticky texture of her saliva against her fingertips snapped Jeanne back to reality.
“To think I'd let my guard down like this...”
The onahole instincts were stronger than she'd imagined. On high alert, Jeanne soaked some tissue in water, plugged her ears, and tried to sleep.
Day 2 of the Bet.
Haunted by nightmares of Han Yeoul ravaging her throat, Jeanne dragged her haggard self to the dungeon. Brina noticed and asked,
“You look exhausted, Jeanne. Something wrong?”
“...It's nothing. Won't affect my fighting, so don't worry.”
“If you say so.”
Jeanne shot a resentful glare at Brina, who nodded with a vibrant, lively face and scampered off to her master.
'I had nightmares because of her, and yet she looks even more energized.'
Not just Brina—Han Yeoul and Slami seemed bursting with vitality too. Irritated by the sight, Jeanne vented her frustration on the dungeon monsters.
Heavy Strike
Kwachik!
“Damn undead bastards!!”
When she channeled mana into her massive mace with Heavy Strike and smashed their skulls, all her mental fatigue and irritation melted away. Imagining she was crushing Han Yeoul's head made strength surge through her weary body.
An Jeong-hwa, watching Jeanne gleefully pulverize the undead mobs, asked Han Yeoul,
“Oppa, something up? Jeanne seems kinda pissed.”
“Who knows? Probably just hates undead.”
Han Yeoul chuckled, gazing at Jeanne's back.
'It's starting to take effect.'
He could feel the presence of the steadily growing yin gate even now.
'Worth spending all those onahole points. Upgrading the authority was the right call.'
The semen he'd injected into Brina and Slami over the past few weeks for dungeon runs had been mostly consumed by repairs, leaving little behind. But the onahole points earned from using and climaxing them remained intact.
Points accumulated over nearly a month. With them, Han Yeoul had upgraded sub-authorities of his Unique Authority: Onahole Master (EX).
The currently unlocked functions—sub-authorities—were:
Onaholization
Growing Onahole
Onahole Absolute Ownership
Onahole Absolute Dominion
Onahole Repair
Onahole Point Shop
After unlocking the Onahole Point Shop, he'd learned every sub-authority had levels. They were all currently Level 1, and upgrading to Level 2 required 10,000 points each.
Despite his efforts, he only had enough for two upgrades. After deliberation, he chose the most essential: Onaholization and Growing Onahole, boosting them to Level 2.
Onaholization (Level 2)
‘Yin Gate Imprint’ function activated.
Imprint a yin gate on an onahole using onahole points.
Amplifies the onahole's lust. The yin gate grows by feeding on lust, boosting all stats proportional to its growth.
Full growth triggers estrus. Stats remain boosted until semen is collected. Gate vanishes post-estrus.
Growing Onahole (Level 2)
‘Temporary Growth’ function activated.
Temporarily advance an onahole to the next stage using points. Max stage: any previously unlocked. Higher stages cost more to activate/maintain.
Using the new Temporary Growth, he'd boosted Jeanne to Stage 4 temporarily and imprinted a yin gate on her. Didn't this violate the bet's second condition: "Yeoul treats Jeanne not as an onahole, but as an equal being"?
Actually, the order mattered. He'd imprinted the yin gate before the bet started—which was why he'd always kept her head on his upper body, hiding it from view.
When he'd made her swear on the authority, she'd trembled slightly, but the pre-existing imprint caused no issues.
He'd used Temporary Growth deliberately too. Unlisted in the description, but from testing on Brina and Slami: fighting with a yin gate converts battle excitement directly into lust, accelerating growth.
Hence, boosting her to combat-viable Stage 4.
Of course, he could've fed her semen for permanent growth without wasting points. But experiments with the yin gates had left Brina and Slami in full estrus, draining his stamina.
Converting absorbed semen to potions didn't work—estrus only resolved via direct absorption, and extracting it forcibly retriggered it. That was last night's marathon session that kept Jeanne up.
'...Never doing that again.'
Recalling the two onaholes squeezing him dry to reclaim what they'd lost, Han Yeoul glanced back at Jeanne.
Once started, a yin gate amplified lust in a vicious cycle. Jeanne's Mental Resistance (B) let her hold out longer, but how much longer?
Even now, battle thrill fed the real-time growth of her yin gate. Han Yeoul smiled quietly.
That night, Jeanne tossed and turned again to the onaholes' moans. Plugging her ears only made her imagine the scent of semen, forcing her to suppress her awakening instincts all night.
Day 3 of the Bet.
“My physical abilities feel sharper somehow.”
Jeanne vented her sleepless stress by smashing undead, then tilted her head at how effortlessly her mace swung—lighter than yesterday.
“Odd.”
She'd dismissed it as imagination at first, but no—her stats were clearly rising daily. And her appetite had spiked. Unnecessary for an onahole, yet she craved putting something in her mouth.
“Take it slow.”
Gulp—gulp—fuu...
Jeanne downed the milk Brina offered in one go and set the glass down. Brina refilled it, commenting,
“Didn't know you had such a gluttonous side, Jeanne.”
“Ugh... Sorry. This isn't like me—it's just hit suddenly lately.”
“After a life as undead without tasting food's joys, a backlash of gluttony makes sense.”
“Thanks for understanding. The meal was delicious.”
Jeanne finished and retreated to her room. Brina's cooking was superb—different from homeland fare, but far superior to battlefield hardtack. It rekindled her love of eating.
Yet something was missing. No feast could sate the gnawing hunger.
She decided on a hot bath.
“Fuu... Nice.”
Her cold body warmed, melting away tension and loosening battle-stiffened muscles.
“Mmm...”
As she bathed blissfully and emerged, the inevitable moans and flesh-slapping from next door rang out.
“Don't they even close the door...?”
Frowning at the louder-than-usual sounds, Jeanne thought, I'm not one to judge his sex life, but at least shut the door. Sleepless from lengthening sessions and nightmares, she opened her door to complain—and froze at the sight.
“Oghuk...?! Keheop—khek—gruk-!!”
Brina lay back on the table Jeanne had eaten at, head tilted back. Han Yeoul crammed his cock into her mouth, gripping her neck with both hands, pistoning mercilessly. Each thrust slapped his heavy balls against her face, echoing with flesh on flesh.
As his massive shaft vanished into her mouth, Brina's neck bulged cock-shaped under his grasp. She flopped like a fish on a board, yet eagerly took it all.
“Kuh! Cumming...!!”
Byuururuk—!! Byuruk—!!
While Jeanne stared blankly, Han Yeoul unleashed his building load deep in Brina's throat. Her cock-bulged neck pulsed, swelling her lithe 11-pack abs bit by bit. By the long ejaculation's end, her belly looked pregnant.
Only then did he carefully withdraw from her throat-depths.
Shlooooop—pop—
“Brheee... ♥♥”
Brina sucked his cock clean until it slipped free, her face beaming with happiness.
'How can she look so blissful?'
Onaholes still felt pain—yet Brina not only endured the brutality but reveled in it. Jeanne couldn't comprehend.
“Kweuk... ♥”
A burp escaped from the air forced into her mouth- and throat-pussy. The thick semen scent wafting from it brushed Jeanne's nose.
Gurgle—
Jeanne's stomach rumbled loudly.