Behind-the-Scenes Footage After the Debauchery

Lee Haerin spat up semen while I still had a fistful of her bangs.

"Ugh! Kehak. Uok. Kkul, uek."

Semen was backing up from her stomach. She coughed through her tears, and it sprayed out of her mouth in every direction. Her jaw muscles had gone slack, leaving her mouth hanging open, cum dribbling down her chin. Her lips trembled. The skin beneath one eye twitched, the eyelid fighting to close. What came out of her wasn't even words anymore.

She gave a small nod, her throat working as she sniffed back the leftover semen and swallowed it down.

"Snap out of it. We're just getting started."

Her glazed pupils slowly regained their light.

Seeing her wrecked like this only fed my sadism. Who knew I had this side of me? I'd hoped Prity would just turn out well. They say everyone has a secret buried deep down that they'd hate to have exposed — and it seemed I liked breaking things far more than showing off or advertising my slave.

I wanted to handle Lee Haerin as carelessly as an object. I wouldn't throw her away, though. I'd play with her like a figurine, then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠store her somewhere I could pull out and use whenever I pleased. I absolutely despised the thought of anyone else's hands touching what was mine.

"Ju— kehak. Au... my throat."

Lee Haerin grimaced as she spoke, rubbing her throat with one hand. Her other hand hesitated near my wrist. That was slave-like behavior — not daring to touch her master's body uninvited.

"Huk."

She burped, and the smell of night flowers wafted over. I let go of her hair to put distance between us.

"Ahk! My hair! Ugh, hoo..."

She looked away and exhaled, then rubbed her stomach, clearly queasy. I just watched her.

"Ah. Aah."

She opened and closed her jaw over and over, rubbing her jaw muscles like she'd chewed something hard and it ached.

"Seriously, I thought my jaw was going to come off!"

That was climber durability for you. I could use her as roughly as a kid mangling a toy and she still wouldn't break.

After sniffing back a few more times, she wiped the semen smeared under her nose.

"The smell... seriously. It tastes fishy, it burns my nose..."

She shot me a glare.

"Slave or not, aren't you being way too rough?"

"You're a climber. Like you'd break or something."

"I, well... Haa. I nearly blacked out back there, you know. You have no idea how scared I was."

She grumbled under her breath.

I pursed my lips and leaned in toward her while she was still fixing her bangs. Haunted by the threat that had just been carved into her, she flinched backward.

"Wh-what now!"

I paid her no mind and shoved her down. She yielded and lay back obediently. Lee Haerin, looked down upon from above, was a feast for the eyes — the nipple poking free through her torn gray crop top, the leggings ripped open in just the right places for sex, her firm one-line abs pleasing to behold as well.

I laid my cock on her stomach. It stretched from just beneath her cleavage all the way to her solar plexus. Haerin craned her neck to look.

"Ah, that's really not fair. Isn't that way too long?"

she complained.

"It's a hole that births babies too. You think it won't fit?"

"...I'm a virgin, you know?"

"I know."

"...And you're saying that anyway?"

She glared at me. I shrugged.

"Don't worry too much. I won't knock you out like I did earlier."

"You're not even going to think about going gentle? Slaves are people too, you know."

I ignored the slave's complaints and decided to enjoy the feel of her chest instead. To get a proper handful, I hiked her crop top up. Her breasts rose and fell.

I spread my fingers wide and cupped her so my palm centered right on her nipple. It was soft and supple enough that I could imagine the creases of my fingers filling in against it. Rather than sinking in like there was nothing inside, there was a faint, gentle push back. Wonderfully springy — perfect to play with. I understood instantly why people melted stress away by groping breasts. That pinnable nipple brushed between my palm lines and tickled. It felt like it would be satisfying to grab and tug every which way.

Once I'd savored her fill, I crushed her breast without warning, as hard as I could. My fingertips went white as they buried into the flesh, and it bulged out between my fingers.

"Aagh! Ah, heung-uk. It hurts..."

Lee Haerin whimpered, on the verge of tears.

I put more force into my forearm until bruises bloomed across her breast. She held back her pained moans, curving her spine to escape my hand, twisting her chest away. It only stretched the muscle more — worse than hurting herself.

Thud. Thud.

She hammered her fist down on the bed. A climber — a 4-Star climber wearing 6-Star equipment — would have strength enough to demolish not just the bed but the whole building. All that sounded was the creak of bed springs. She was just whining about how much it hurt.

I savored that supreme softness, kneading a few more times before letting go.

"Haaah... my breasts. They're not going to look ugly now, are they?"

Lee Haerin cupped her own breasts in both hands. Red handprints were surfacing, bluish bruises rising beneath them. I snapped a picture of Haerin hoisting her breasts up and blowing on them. The Gallery had a capture function built in, like taking screenshots.

"Your tastes are seriously twisted, you know that?!"

she said, eyes brimming.

"You already know all that."

I said flatly.

"You should've bolted the second that door opened. What kind of adult-goods store is this, putting lewd things like that on display?"

"Those are all accessories I make, actually."

Her eyes went wide. Still baring her bruised breasts, she leaned her face in close to me.

"Really? That's your ability? Sexy Costume Blacksmith — what on earth was the Tower thinking..."

"They're not real equipment yet. The point is I can later remake the same thing as actual gear."

Accessories, huh. I'd need to catch a Secret Monster eventually — I could just leave that to Haerin. A slave should work the night shift and the day shift. There were still undiscovered monsters in the tutorial, after all.

"What about me?"

"You?"

"Yes. I... I want to get stronger."

Lee Haerin said it honestly.

I pointed a finger at her chest and her pussy.

"That means you'll need piercings there, though?"

"...Fine. I'll do it."

"Oh? A sudden change of heart?"

She laid it all out without hesitation.

"The human Lee Haerin's life is over anyway. From here on there's only the climber Lee Haerin, so it doesn't matter."

I tilted one corner of my mouth up and nodded. The response I wanted. Exactly the mindset my slave should have.

She stared at my face for a long moment, then rubbed her stomach.

"I can't digest it, huk—"

She covered her mouth mid-sentence.

I scowled and clicked my tongue.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm holding back my own embarrassment too, you know! Who told you to eat that much?"

Lee Haerin's face went as red as a boiled sweet potato. She politely covered her mouth with her hand. Her training was coming along beautifully.

I grabbed the ankle of the woman sprawled out defenseless on the bed. Her slender ankle fit easily in one hand.

"Huh?"

Ignoring her reaction, I lifted her leg straight up. Naturally, she tipped back down onto the bed. Like a yoga pose, one leg raised, her body turning slightly onto its side. Then I caught her other ankle and hoisted it toward the ceiling. Her slim calf came right up in front of me. My gaze traveled down — the backs of her knees, her firm thighs. She was on the tall side. Long legs, smooth lines.

"What on earth is this—"

she said.

Bringing my hands together on her ankles, I folded them down toward her head. Her hips lifted. Her tailbone curled. Her pussy pointed up, perfectly angled to be filled. Her anus came into view as well.

Lee Haerin reached out a hand.

"Wait. This position is sca— scary!"

The ankles I held hovered above her head. Her body was folded shut like a flip phone. Between her legs I could see her flustered face. I flashed her a grin and positioned myself so the head of my cock aimed at her pussy.

She begged me to please, please wait. I ignored her completely. I lowered my hips slowly until I touched her entrance — urethra meeting inner labia. Going by something I'd read somewhere, I aimed just below her pussy.

Perhaps she'd accepted it, because she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists.

I intended to take her first experience with a mating press. I tensed my cock and drove my hips forward. Her hole was forced open by the sheer power. Urethra met the mouth of her vagina — with a soft, wet kiss of sound, she was already soaked. She was ready; everything had been prepared in advance.

I pushed in.

My glans fit snugly against her entrance and drove straight in without slipping aside. A slow, creaking sound of her vagina spreading open.

"Kkuuk!"

Lee Haerin bit down on the pain. It must have felt close to being torn apart. With nothing inside her yet, we were already skin-tight — and into that, a glans the size of a human fist was entering.

Crack. Creeeak.

Her juices overflowed, and thanks to that, my glans slid greedily deeper.

"Heok. Huik."

With her mouth hanging open, Haerin made the sound of empty lungs.

It was as if my glans were wrapped in dozens of rubber bands — squeezed so tight it hurt. I forced my way in, vying against it.

Finally, the whole head slipped inside. The coronal ridge, flared like a fishhook — easy going in, catching on the way out — was now fully gripped by her vagina. It compressed the entire head, and the place where it had entered bulged visibly above her flesh. About eight centimeters in. And around there, I felt something like piercing a membrane.

Blood welled out between her stretched-open pussy. Her virginity, broken by the head alone. There was still a long way to go before I was all the way in. A little further and I'd meet her womb.

It was fine. By the end of today I'd open her up enough to take all of me. Wasn't that what the mating press was for?

"Uh, uuuuuh. Ah, ah."

Lee Haerin couldn't even scream — her mouth just flapped open and shut. She wasn't used to it yet. The moment she adapted, she'd taste pleasures she'd never known.

I gripped her ankles tight and pushed my hips in. The soaked inside of her vagina spread with a wet sound, then clamped down on my cock mercilessly. I gritted my teeth and kept pushing.

When about a third of me was inside, something soft touched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my glans. Her cervix. Still far from all the way in. Wasn't my cock already jutting up against her lower belly? Half of me in and it'd probably reach her navel!

Time to change my stance. Thinking of it as knocking on her womb, I drew my hips back a little.

"Ooooohk!"

Lee Haerin clenched her belly and groaned. Her pussy squeezed me like crazy. The coronal ridge had scraped the upper folds and grazed her G-spot. Haerin spread her toes until they went white. Her ankles locked straight, the creases at the backs of her knees flattening as her legs stretched as far as they'd go.

Like swinging a rubber mallet, I tapped her cervix — gently, but with steady, constant force.

"Ok! Unggeuk. Giit. Ok."

She kept clenching her stomach over and over. She was clearly struggling to hold back her moans — the ones escaping from deep in her belly were low and short.

My efforts were paying off, it seemed. Half of my cock was inside now, and it jutted out all the way to Haerin's navel. The position made going deeper hard — keep driving ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠straight down like this and the shock would damage her spine. So I lifted her ankles onto my shoulders. My cock and her torso now ran in one straight line.

There was certainly enough of me in her that she wouldn't slip off easily. I widened my range and began pistoning. The coronal ridge caught at her entrance, keeping me from pulling out too far, and she was so tight that drawing back was its own struggle. All that clinging mucosa meant Haerin's hips were shaking wildly.

"Uggeugeuk. Engit. Gook."

She looked like she was at her absolute peak. I matched her, hammering her cervix hard and fast.

"Engiyaaah! Haaaah, uaah! Igit—"

Her legs shook so violently it felt like getting a shoulder massage. Her vagina was convulsing, clamping around my cock in irregular spasms. She sprayed her juices all over my stomach. Her low-body-fat belly contracted until her intestines were visible, and she whipped her head left and right against the bed. Her breasts rose and fell, rose and fell.

I shoved the bothersome legs aside.

Thud.

Her legs dropped away, and I seized that wonderfully grippable pelvis and hoisted it up. I was on my knees, so she had no choice but to rise with it. Her solar plexus folded in, her chin dropped, and her face buried into her own breasts. A perfect position for pounding away freely, like an onahole.

Intending to bury every last centimeter from here on, I fucked her ruthlessly.

Haerin had perhaps fainted — she didn't so much as moan anymore, just went uuuuaaah, rolling her eyes white. Her pussy, honest as ever, squirted with every thrust.

For the first time, it had to be a creampie. No need to worry about pregnancy — they say climbers can regulate that themselves.

Sturdy climbers really were convenient.

Every time I pulled back, her vagina dragged out after me, rasping as the coronal ridge scraped her upper walls. The fucking was exquisite — the cushiony softness of her cervix, the soaked interior. Female climbers had absolutely been made to become slaves!

Nearly all of me was inside now. Her womb had been shoved up to her solar plexus without my noticing. One more thrust and it would stretch.

Telling myself this was the last stretch, I worked hard, back and forth. My cum was welling up. My second load. I drove my hips all the way in, buried to the root, and dumped my semen directly onto her womb.

"Ooooooohk!"

The orgasm was long. I let out a groan, weakness flooding in as my shoulders dropped and my shoulder blades drew together. I arched my chest wide open, eyes closed, savoring the aftershocks.

When I was finished, my whole body was trembling. I shook my hips to expel the last of my cum.

It was the greatest moment of my life. I stayed like that a moment, then pulled out to take a photo. The coronal ridge scraped her again on the way.

"Aaah-uhyat! Ahuuk, ok!"

I withdrew until only the glans remained. The ridge caught at her entrance, refusing to budge. Gripping her inner thighs, I wrenched it free. The ridge folded inward, curled, then popped out with a boing as it lifted her entrance up with it.

Haerin's upper body jerked up, then she thumped her back down against the bed, thud, thud.

The remaining glans came out comparatively easily.

Semen gushed out in a flood, streaming down like water from a faucet. Haerin was riding the tail end of her orgasm, her whole body twisting and writhing — like a fresh-caught fish, flopping her feet and head in turn.

I recorded the whole scene on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠video, filming as I drifted through post-climax bliss. Even after five minutes, there was no sign of it ending.

I left the camera running, walked over to the desk, pulled out a cigarette, and lit up.

Tchik.

I took a drag and exhaled. A post-sex cigarette was more addictive than any drug.

Fatigue washed over me. Squinting at Haerin, I opened the Gallery and checked my DMs.

"Ssik, hoo..."

Exhaling smoke, I read the message — and a laugh bubbled up.

The Tower climb had begun in earnest.