Taming Jeanne (1)
Since it was Jeanne's Unique Authority, the system message was visible to her as well.
"Why is that bastard the one deciding my oath?! If it's because I'm his property, then the bet shouldn't have been valid from the start!"
The bet was possible because the owner at the time of establishment, Han Yeoul, acknowledged the target's autonomy.
Now that the bet has ended, the target has become Han Yeoul's property again, so the right to determine the oath's content has automatically been transferred to the owner, Han Yeoul.
"That can't... be..."
Whether it was a final act of mercy or a decisive nail in the coffin, Jeanne stared blankly at the system message that had answered her question.
"Do I have to decide it right now?"
Negative. Once an oath's content is set, it cannot be modified, but there is no separate time limit for creating the oath.
"That's what it says? So does that mean I get to hold the reins here?"
"Ugh... What do you want?"
Her defeat in the bet had already sealed her fate as Yeoul's onahole. How the oath's content was worded would determine whether her life as an onahole would be tolerable or utter hell—a crucial turning point. Jeanne's attitude softened inevitably.
"For now, shall we release the temporary growth? It's burning through onahole points in real-time, after all. Release."
As the temporary growth that devoured onahole points in real-time was canceled, Jeanne's limbs vanished, and the hands supporting her head disappeared too. Before her head could tumble onto the bed, Yeoul swiftly snatched it up.
"Ugh...! My limbs...!"
"It's just reverting to your original growth stage of 3. No need to freak out. I'll bump you to stage 4 soon enough anyway. Honestly, skipping straight to 4 without savoring this form would be a shame, right?"
A fully limbed real-doll state was great for normal play, but using a torso like a toy had its own appeal. Yeoul slowly admired Jeanne's body. Between taut abs without a hint of flab peeked a cute little navel. Up top, breasts ample enough to call huge, if not quite explosive. Down below, golden pubic hair covering just a coin-sized patch, plus pale clitoris and labia minora that matched her nipples' slight discoloration. Unlike her protesting head, her body was brutally honest about its pleasure—the nipples and clit stood prominently erect. Yeoul stroked her belly, right over the slit that nearly swallowed her lower abdomen. At her master's touch, lubricant seeped from Jeanne's pussy.
"Hnnngh?!"
"Your body's already raring to go, huh?"
"That's because of the lewd curse you slapped on me...!"
"The lewd curse doesn't create desire out of nothing. It only amplifies what you already have. So this nectar? It's flowing because you're a slut, Jeanne."
"I'm... not a slut...!!"
"We'll see? Just stroking your belly has your sloppy pussy drooling like this—hard to buy it from the owner of such a messy hole."
"Ugh...!"
With her lust already at its peak, Jeanne couldn't hold back no matter how hard she tried—her body betrayed her with raw honesty.
"Pussy lube's on the lighter side? But way stickier. This high-viscosity stuff is usually for hard-type onaholes... Just how tight are you in there?"
Having conquered countless onaholes, Yeoul knew which lubes suited different materials, stimulations, and grips. Every combo had merits, but the standard was low-viscosity for soft types and high-viscosity for hard ones. This applied to his Onahole Creation sub-authority too—each hole produced lube optimized for it. Brina's mid-hardness yielded balanced viscosity; Slami's ultra-soft goo got thin, fizzy lube. By that logic, Jeanne's sticky, high-viscosity output screamed hard interior.
Yeoul slid a finger into her pale, gaping pussy.
"Hyahng?!!"
"Muscles, huh? Squeezing like mad."
The inner wrinkles were more pronounced than Brina's or Slami's, and beyond them, elastic muscle layers clamped down hard. Unlike petite Brina, Jeanne's trained, human-sized frame added thick, heavy flesh walls. Not outright hard, but overwhelming grip and pressure dominated.
"If Brina's small, you're medium? Different sizes, different feel."
"Don't compare...! Hiiik?!"
Pushing deeper, the squeeze intensified—not tighter, but stiffer, like unused territory. A bit further, his fingertip hit a taut, springy membrane.
"What, a hymen? Regenerated by auto-repair? Or were you a real virgin? This matters—answer honestly, no lies."
Jeanne had auto-repaired once before, so Yeoul couldn't tell if it was original or regenerated. He commanded truth.
"Hnnngh...! Obviously regenerated...!"
Jeanne glared at her manhandled body, rebelling as best she could. She'd been a virgin in life and undeath, but brutal training had long torn her hymen away. Her answer wasn't a lie—but not the full truth.
"I used a command, so no lies... but..."
Her nuance screamed "I wasn't a virgin," but Yeoul's authority sensed her purity instinctively. Her defiance in this mess just made her cuter.
"Doesn't matter. Virgin or not, I'll be the one popping you over and over from now on."
He rubbed his cock between her outer labia, coating it in thick lube till it glistened, then shoved into her pussy.
"Hyawk?! Haaaaahng?!!"
Human-sized, yet his oversized cock visibly stretched her wide. Her deep hymen meant a third of his length was in already—matching Brina's depth.
"Hnn... Squeezing hard."
Not fully sheathed, but the fiercest grip yet confirmed her virginity. Experience popping Brina dozens of times via repair told him: this tremble screamed real virgin—shock, fear, faint anticipation. Not replicable with repairs.
To gauge her losing it, he spoke up.
"Feel your hymen on my cock?"
"Hiiik! ...Do whatever. Hawk...! It's your fault for regenerating a hymen that was already torn, hnnk...!"
Despite doubled sensitivity from overgrowth lewd curse, she stayed composed—but couldn't hide the fear in her quavering voice. Trained knight or undead veteran, she was still a woman. No perfect control at deflowering.
Her stubborn "not a virgin" act ignited Yeoul's sadism.
"Oh? Playing tough to the end? Didn't wanna go this far, but..."
Aiming to break her completely, he tweaked her pleasure senses with his authority.
"Onaholes usually convert pain to pleasure... but I'll turn yours off special. Let's see how long you keep that up."
Simple idea: B-rank Mental Resistance blocks pleasure? Add pain. Her D-rank Pain Resistance was weaker.
"Kuh?! It... hurts...?!"
Pain-to-pleasure off, excessive bliss halved instantly, replaced by first true pain since undeath. Not grasping at first, she soon screamed from her stretched pussy.
"Gaaahhh?!!! My... belly...!! Pull out now!! Your cock's ripping me apart!!!"
Despite lifetime war scars granting Pain Resistance (D) and torture training, the agony overwhelmed. Yeoul hadn't anticipated: lewd curse's 2x sensitivity doubled pain too. Her pussy felt a red-hot iron spike.
"Harsher than expected?"
Startled by her thrashing, he pondered but pressed on. No surrender to pleasure? Pain it was. Harsher than planned, but effective.
He gripped her writhing torso tight. No dragging this—pierce in one go. Her hymen quivered, sensing doom.
"Here it comes."
"Wai... Aaaaagh!!!"
Riiiip!