Taming Jeanne (3)
Having successfully shattered Jeanne's spirit with pain, it was now time to engrave submission into her very flesh. Just as he'd overwritten her resistance to receiving semen with agony until it vanished completely. This time, it was pain itself he would coat in pleasure.
Yeoul fine-tuned his Unique Authority, subtly adjusting the ratio of pleasure to pain by the thinnest margins. The function that converted pain to pleasure activated in tiny increments, so that as time passed, the pain would diminish while pleasure filled the void it left behind. He set the pace agonizingly slow, ensuring Jeanne could never notice the shift.
Thus, pleasure-poison began seeping, drop by drop, into the ocean of her torment.
Jeanne sensed something amiss only when the fifth hymen tore through.
"Khhrgh!!! Haaah.... haaak...♥?!"
A moan laced with pleasure burst unbidden from her scream of pure agony. The pain was still there, unchanged. But now, at its very tail end, came a faint echo of ecstasy. Jeanne chalked it up to leftover semen leaking from his cock inside her, stirring that brief delight. Amid the suffering, even this scrap of pleasure felt like a mercy.
But as time wore on, things grew stranger. At some point, Yeoul stopped teasing her clit and nipples. With even those scant sexual sparks gone, all that remained was the brutal pistoning of his cock, ripping into her pussy like it meant to tear her apart, and the fleeting euphoria of his ejaculations.
The situation worsened—more excruciating, more grueling by the second. And yet, inexplicably, she was starting to feel good in the midst of it. Not pleasure mingled with pain... but pain itself registering as pleasure.
"S-something's... wrong...! Hiiihh♥?!! It hurts....!!! Why does it feel so good♥?!?!!!"
Just as Yeoul intended, with Jeanne unable to distinguish pain from pleasure, he drove the wedge deeper, shaking her mind to its core.
"Feeling even pain as pleasure? If I'd known you were such a perverted onahole, I wouldn't have bothered going to all this trouble."
"Khhiik...♥!! N-no, I'm not that kind of pervert...!!"
"You can still say that?!"
Yeoul slammed his cock down into her womb with full force—the ratio now split nearly fifty-fifty between agony and ecstasy.
"My womb's getting—hiiik...♥?!!! Shattered by your cock...♥♥♥!!!"
Her abdomen bulged visibly from the crushing pressure on her womb, and Jeanne climaxed from the stimulus she could no longer identify as pain or pleasure.
"Eut...♥♥ Hoohk...♥♥♥?!! Aheek...♥♥"
Yeoul lifted her melted face and commanded, "Be honest. How does it feel right now?"
"Feels... so gooood...♥♥ Your cock pounding my womb hurts but... it feels so good... I don't even know what's what anymore..."
Under orders, Jeanne spilled her true feelings without restraint.
"I'm confident in how tough I am... so please, break me more with your cock...♥♥"
Onahole Jeanne's trait Masochism has been added.
This trait can be grown via the Onahole Point Shop.
With Jeanne's words, the system message confirmed she'd acquired the Masochism trait. Yeoul had already realized he could awaken onahole traits without spending points, thanks to her hyper-developed vulva and sensory manipulation. But right now, that hardly mattered.
His sadism ignited—
Throb!
—by her words, Yeoul targeted only her hymen with [Repair], activating it in real time. He pulled his cock out, and the regenerated hymen blocked his path once more. Tearing through it anew, he plunged back into her womb depths, only for the Unique Authority to regenerate it again on the withdrawal. Each piston stroke shredded her hymen like disposable tissue.
"Hiiik♥♥?!! It hurts?! Feels good♥?! Hurts?! Feels good♥?! Aheeeek♥♥♥?!!!?!?!"
Every rip blended pain and pleasure. With her masochism trait awakened, Jeanne now unequivocally felt pain as pleasure. Proof came in her nonstop climaxes—each thrust sending her over the edge. Her pathetic pussy came endlessly with every in-and-out.
Her shattered mind succumbed swiftly to the bliss of suffering.
Onahole Jeanne's Pain Resistance (D) skill and Mental Resistance (A) skill have been deleted.
The two deleted skills have been integrated and evolved into the Masochism (S) skill under the influence of the Masochism trait.
Masochism (S)
The more damage received, the greater the increase in all resistances except pleasure. Grants immunity to behavioral restrictions caused by pain.
The old resistance skills vanished, replaced by this new one born from the trait's influence: Masochism (S), his first glimpse of an S-rank skill.
Yeoul was dumbfounded. "What the hell? You realize you're a pain-loving freak and suddenly awaken an S-rank skill? You're a total masochist onahole!!"
Slap!
"Hiiik?!!!♥♥"
Too absurd to process, he slapped her breast like a cheek. Jeanne crested a light orgasm from it, loving every second.
"Ha, even punishment just makes you happier. Useless. How about here, then?"
"Nnghiik?!! Th-that's a dirty hole...!!!"
"Dirty? It's a clean hole that doesn't even handle waste."
Unlike her mouth for speaking or pussy for its usual purpose, the anus on an onahole—one that didn't shit—seemed made solely for taking cock. Yeoul scraped along her vaginal walls as he withdrew, flipped her to expose her back, and spread her firm cheeks wide.
Her anus matched her pussy: pale mucous folds gathered in a star shape. Touching it made it twitch and clench visibly.
"Truth is, taming strong-willed types like you through anal is the classic move. But you went and awakened masochism before I even got there, ruining my plans!"
He'd missed out on anal training thanks to her unexpectedly swift fall. Petty spite rising, Yeoul decided to toy with her a bit.
"Come to think of it, this'll be my first time too. Anal's a delicate hole—supposed to loosen it up first, right? I'd do that for other onaholes, but if you turn pain into pleasure... no need, yeah?"
"That's not a hole for putting it—khhiieeeek?!!!♥♥"
"Ah, you should relax. Or wait—maybe clenching makes it hurt more, so you'll like that better?"
Thud!
"Khhruuuugh?!?♥♥♥ Haaaahhh..!!!♥♥"
"Kuh! Tighter than your pussy! Still, raw insertion's too dry."
Trusting the minimal lube coating his cock, he rammed in. Her virgin anus forced open, stretching straight to her Sigmoid colon in his shape. The shock had Jeanne gurgling and squirting nonstop.
Satisfied with her reaction, Yeoul tested a few thrusts—then frowned.
"Never used before, huh? No natural lube at all."
The squeeze was divine, but bone-dry. His cock's residual lube had burned off on entry; now raw friction chafed painfully without much pleasure. Jeanne, of course, panted like it was heaven.
Maybe her anus didn't lubricate because she liked this raw torment.
Sighing, Yeoul rummaged his inventory.
"Ah, found it."
He pulled out Slami's aphrodisiac-laced carbonated fluids, prepped in a needleless syringe for easy lube use.
"Meant for Brina first, but..."
Different onaholes felt different with varied lubes; he'd prepped this to experiment. Jeanne got first dibs.
Yeoul withdrew from her anus.
Pop!
"Nnghoook?!!♥♥"
His massive cock had gaped her wide; it stayed open, insides visible. Pop-gape-pop-gape.
"Hope the sphincter didn't snap. Lube first."
He inserted the syringe into her yawning anus and pumped in Slami's fluids. The large syringe—needed for the volatile stuff—vanished entirely into her, greedily swallowing the aphrodisiac carbonation.
The fluids hit her anal walls, synergizing with her doubled arousal and sensitivity from before. Bubbles popped against hypersensitive flesh, driving Jeanne to the brink of insanity.