Infantile Regression of Lee Yohee (1)
Her blade fell toward her neck.
CLANG!
SWOOSH!
—HUGUGUGUGUGUUK!!♡♡ M-Master, I'm dying...!!♡♡ Hwaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
CRACK!!♡♡
At the exact moment the blade struck, her womb clenched with all the force of her final orgasm, desperately hugging the cock that was buried inside her.
SQUEEEZE♡
I poured every drop of my climax straight into Cha Seyeon's depths, my cockhead pressed flush against her writhing uterus.
VWOOT──────!♡♡
“Kuuuh...!”
The torrent of thick, explosive cum erupted with unstoppable momentum.
GLUB... GLUB... GLUB...
It felt like the semen was forcibly prying open her cervix and flooding deep into her womb.
PIK
An overwhelming climax slammed through her, making her head spin.
I quickly adjusted the control panel and canceled the theme.
CLUNK!
Flicker... flicker...
Mental Collapse Imminent! Mental Collapse Imminent! Mental Collapse Imminent!
Current Mental Resilience: 21%
Too close.
She had nearly experienced true decapitation and death, but I stopped the theme just in time.
Puff...♡ Puut...♡
—Huuuuk...♡ Hot...♡ Huoot...♡ Hoooot...♡
Cha Seyeon's eyes were completely rolled back.
A trail of blood trickled from her nose, dripping from the real Cha Seyeon's nostrils.
Thank goodness I pulled back before she was completely broken.
I could still feel the sticky residue of cum inside her, so I continued.
SQUELCH♡ SQUELCH♡ SQUELCH♡ SQUELCH♡
SPLRT♡ VWOOT──♡
With each thrust, the leftover semen in her ballsack was sucked deep into her womb.
CHUUUP♡ QUCK♡ CHUUUK♡
The cervix kissed the tip of my cock as it pumped, begging me to flood it. I emptied every last drop into her.
VWOOT...♡
SPLRT...!♡
“Huuu... Refreshing.”
—Ah...?♡ Oh...?♡ Hot...?♡
SLOSH-♡ SLOSH-♡
Her belly sloshed with the sheer volume of cum still inside.
[Dream Box System Stopped]
“Wake up.”
I peeled the electrode from her forehead and spoke again, but she gave no response.
Aftereffects must be heavy.
I leaned close to her ear and called her name.
“Seyeon.”
She jerked upright.
“Hwaaaaaah?! Heeuk! Heeuk! Heuk! Huuuk!”
She clutched her throat as if checking if she was still alive.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Huuuk... Huuuk... M-Master? Uh... wait... w-what... Ah...? U-uuuah?”
Her eyes were hazy as she tried to fight through the fog, but it was clear she was still struggling.
It didn't matter anyway.
“What are you doing? Aren't you going to clean my cock?”
“A-Ah! Y-Yes! Haaup!”
Confused, but the moment I brought my cock right in front of her face, she instinctively sucked in my scent and latched on.
CHURP..♡ CHUK..♡
Cha Seyeon serviced my post-ejaculation cock with love and skill, gulping down the cum still trapped beneath her tongue and in her urethra with wet, rhythmic swallows.
CHUUUP..♡
GLUK...♡
“Fuhhaa...♡ Thank you for letting me drink your semen, Master...♡”
“Good girl.”
“M-My... but I don't remember what I was doing until now, Master... I know you used me as your semen receptacle...♡”
SLOSH♡
She gently stroked my sloshing belly, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at me.
“You don't remember? Well... if you don't, that's fine.”
Her mind had probably been wiped clean right before total collapse. It was common. Instead of forcing it back, I let the memory come naturally in time.
But there was still something I needed to confirm.
“Seyeon, I need you to answer honestly. Can you do that?”
“Y-Yes! I-I will never lie to Master... u-uuugh... huuuk... h-he... never... NEVER!! I-I will NEVER ever say never!!”
She swore fiercely, like she was being forced.
“Good girl. Now calm down and put this in your mouth. Seyeon, do you like this?”
“Huuuk... Y-Yes... I-I love it... I love Master’s cock more than anything in the world... hmph...”
CARESS
To prevent her from hyperventilating and passing out, I kept my cock in her mouth and stroked her hair. Slowly, her expression softened.
CHUU..♡ CHUUUP..♡ CHUUUP..♡
She sucked my cum-smeared cock like a lollipop, her face relaxed as if she had been calmed.
HUG...♡
When I pulled my cock from her mouth, she looked up at it with regret, like a child missing a stolen treat.
“You seem calmer now. Let me ask. Seyeon, how do you feel about the lower-class people dying down in the basement?”
She tilted her head.
“Eh? B-But of course lower-class people can die... ah...?”
“H-Hwaaaa... n-no... I-I mean no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Why? Keep going, Seyeon.”
“A-Ah, n-nothing! I spoke out of turn! The words came out wrong, Master! N-no, no, no, no, I messed up, I messed up, I messed up!!”
“Ask again.”
“H-Hwaaak... huuuk... haaup...!”
CHUUUK♡ QUCK♡ CHUUUK♡
Her eyes squeezed shut as she desperately licked my cockhead like a nerve pill, focusing only on the taste in her mouth and ignoring everything else. Her mind was stabilizing.
Good.
The Nightmare’s Box was an incredible tool.
Even without recovering her memory, the trauma from the simulated death had crushed her arrogance.
Cha Seyeon was living proof.
With the Nightmare’s Box, I could turn Lee Yohee into my plaything as well.
Not a brainless drooling mess, but a fully rational woman who submitted at the unconscious level.
***
One week had passed.
“Miss, do you remember anything about the ‘raw material’?”
“Mmm? Of course.”
Lee Yohee, clinging to my side like a baby bird, opened her mouth to eat the food I fed her.
“Then do you have records of the service company or headquarters personnel who handled the raw material and cleanup?”
Records.
That was the key.
No matter how much I searched the Samjung Cloud intranet floating above her head, I couldn’t find any online logs.
Recording detailed information for a project of this size without any records was impossible.
They must have been written by hand.
“Eek... uuuung... where’s the record?”
Currently, Lee Yohee was in infantile regression. But her brain hadn’t changed because her mind was weak.
Think of it as adult Lee Yohee’s memories being stored in the same drive as the regression.
“A record is a paper document that logs where the raw material came from, who brought it, and how the processed ‘waste’—in other words, how they extracted the brain and disposed of the remaining body parts.”
The question wasn’t hard, but I had expected infantile-regression Lee Yohee to struggle to remember it right away. To my surprise, she nodded again.
“Ahn~ That one! Mmm... Yohee remembers...?”
“What?”
This was critical information that would accelerate my plan to destroy the entire Samjung family.
But she grinned mischievously and looked at me.
“Fufufu... but I won’t tell you!”
“Why not? I’ve been feeding you every day, giving you medicine, stroking your hair... everything!”
“Uh... t-thats true... heh! That’s why Master is the best thing in the world, second only to... wait, first? No, second?”
“First? No, second?”
“Anyway, if you’re the best in my eyes, then you can tell me where the record is, right?”
I coaxed her again with gentle words, but she pouted and shook her head.
“N-no~! My first and best dad in the whole world says I must never tell!”
“Eh?”
Lee Yohee’s dad was Lee Jungu, that bastard who kicked and hit his own daughter however he wanted.
Maybe he was different when she was little.
Or perhaps she had been gaslit by him while being abused, which was common in abusive homes and led to Stockholm syndrome.
“Miss, I really want that record. I can’t even sleep because I’m so curious. You’re my friend, right?”
“Uh... uuuung... yeah...”
“If I die from not sleeping or eating because of this, who will put me to bed and stroke my hair and give me food?”
“A-Ah! N-no! I don’t want that!!”
She shot upright from the bed and glared down at me, her oversized white shirt barely covering her pregnant, optimal female body.
“Then tell me where the record is.”
“U-uuuuu...! I-I can’t...! Dad said I must never tell...! Uuuu!”
She paced around the room for a long time, then spoke with a troubled expression.
“Uh... if I tell you, you have to do everything I ask, okay?”
!
“Of course, Miss.”
I would do whatever she asked. Just tell me where the record is.