Subjugation Operation (3): Master Always Pins Me Down with Overwhelming Force
Those powerful arms gripped me tight, squeezing until there was no escape from my own strength.
Thanks to that, my body was forcibly locked in place. Now, my only option was to serve my master.
Ha… what the hell does she think I am?
Sucking on my mouth like this all day long isn't right. But since she wants it so bad, I'm letting it slide for now.
The thick blanket pulled over our heads trapped the air, making it hard to breathe. It was suffocating, driving me insane.
Separate from that, Master's body meticulously—and stickily—used mine to satisfy her overflowing lust.
She has zero consideration, as always.
To me, it looked like she was pinning me down with her long, slender limbs, savoring her conquest.
Of course, from the receiving end, it didn't feel like conquest at all—just like being wrapped in some octopus tentacles.
Master's arms and legs were long and firm. They looked slim like any other woman's, but just like all women in this gender-reversed world, the muscles packed inside were incredible.
When will I ever overpower her with raw strength?
A deep sigh escaped me. Those arms clamping my waist. Those legs completely dominating my thighs and calves. When could I shake them off?
Probably never.
It wasn't about levels high or low. The moment Master hugged me, all strength drained from my body, leaving me helpless.
"Let's kiss."
"Yeah."
Now, my body had no choice but to obey when Master said the word. Was my mental state completely wrecked too?
Even if I think deep down I don't want this, I'll end up giving in with my body anyway.
Smack, smooch, slurrrp.
Under the heavy blanket, we clung naked to each other for ages, devouring each other's lips over and over.
Since I was the smaller one, I had no choice but to be cradled in her embrace. Her ample breasts pressed down on me.
Master's tits were pretty huge. How could she wield all those weapons and still have such massive jugs?
Her body's not even human. More like some superior species.
She didn't even go to a dermatologist or anything, but Master's skin was flawless. That's why I sometimes stroked her from above for fun.
As I fiddled with her skin, Master started rubbing her lower half against me. It was kinda cute, like a dog trying to mount.
"Ah…."
But that cuteness didn't last. The moment her pussy grazed my dick, a wave of weakness washed over my whole body.
My vision blurred. My heart pounded like it was about to explode.
"Hyunwoo."
"Whaaat…."
"Still keeping up the concept? Good boy."
She remembered our roleplay and praised me, her face lighting up noticeably.
It made me weirdly proud, even as it bruised my ego.
"What if I torment you until you break character? That okay?"
"Nooo, stooop…."
My body grew languid. No mirror to check, but my eyes must've been glazed over.
Otherwise, why would Master's face have that shit-eating grin?
"Feels good, right? Admit it."
"Not even a little! Let me go!"
"Let you go? Hell no—I'm sliding it right in like this!"
"No condom, no way…."
"Don't care. I'm putting it in!"
Master suddenly threw a tantrum, her hips speeding up wildly.
Her inexplicable behavior made me panic.
"Let me put it in. Come on? Beg for it."
"Absolutely not! You'll knock me up!"
"I said put it in~ You calling your big sis a liar? Huh?! Am I funny to you?"
"Y-you're the funny one! You idiot…."
Her thighs locked me down firm while her crotch teased my dick. She wasn't even inside yet, but the urge to cum was building fast.
My endurance was hitting its limit. I didn't want to blow from this, but… Master's movements showed no mercy.
"No, no… stop, I hate it!"
Shaking my head didn't help. She even started slapping it against her like she meant to force it in.
"I told you to beg for it. Why ignore me?!"
"H-ha, stop!"
"If you don't let me, I'll keep teasing you like this."
Not yet! Raw sex is way too soon!
Was she really gonna make me give in? This can't happen. Don't….
"Fine! Okay, I give!"
In the end, I surrendered to Master. Breaking character, begging for mercy for real.
"Idiot. You think I'm gonna gobble up your dick right now? I've held back from fucking you since day one for months. Of course I can wait a few more."
"Ugh…."
"Don't worry. Hyunwoo, sis'll devour you soon enough."
Hearing it as a done deal made it even scarier. For real….
Unfortunately, this incident had caused a ton of player deaths.
For nearly two weeks, high-level monsters had rampaged.
Low-level monsters with insanely boosted physical abilities had appeared, and players trying to fight back got wiped out—that was the main cause.
"They say player population dropped a whopping 10% from this mess."
"Insane decrease."
Losing 10% of one profession's population was dizzying. And players were frontline workers, so it was even more horrific….
The vacancies had to be filled by survivors, which was annoying as hell.
"Ughhh, gonna puke. Why so many?"
20-level monsters swarmed out. Ghouls, underlings of the vampire duke.
3-meter-tall bastards with black, razor-long claws, harvesting people's necks like wheat.
Thick concrete walls cracked as ghouls burst into buildings. They were thirsty for innocent flesh and blood.
"Don't let them get close! Pour everything you've got!"
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!
Flames spat from the K2 rifle's muzzle, pummeling the ghouls' gray bodies relentlessly. No effect. Just a few sparks.
A full squad's firepower couldn't take down one ghoul. Pathetic.
"G-Geonryong-nim…!"
"Yeah, I know."
Then the LV.59 player's scythe cleaved through those ghouls' necks in one swing—strong as hell.
Not just one, but a dozen up front, all harvested at once.
I wiped the dripping blood from the scythe with a handkerchief and turned to the soldiers.
"You guys okay?"
"Y-yes, sir…."
Hm? Their faces didn't look okay. Uncomfortable, like they were in pain. But no ghoul bites.
"They're just hit with reality right now—leave 'em be. You saw how your rifles did jack shit even non-stop."
"Right."
Yeah, dumping bullets all day and not killing one, then I wipe out a dozen-plus with a scythe swing. Gotta sting.
"You all, fall back."
"W-we can't. There are still civilians who haven't evacuated."
"Civilians or not, you're not helping."
Too harsh? But it's true. What can I do?
If they were players, fine—but regular folks with guns? Just more bodies.
For the cleanup crews' sake, I had to stop pointless deaths.
"Show this retreat permit to your battalion commander, and you're good."
Then an older-looking soldier stepped up. His eyebrows furrowed—he was pissed, obvious.
"Who the hell are you to issue retreat orders? That comes straight from ground forces command."
"Because my authority outranks your battalion commander."
With the Babel crisis dragging on, Master had gained one authority: command over military forces.
Was it okay for her to have army command? Neither of us knew squat about strategy. And I'd gotten some authority too, which made me even more suspicious.
"Doubt it? Verify later."
"Hand over the radio!"
This stubborn vet snatched the 999K from the radio guy anyway.
Classic shitty audio quality mixed with curses from the other end. Sigh… why didn't he believe me and eat shit?
"Told you."
Now the soldier had nothing to say. Lips pursed tight—hilarious.
"Hey, you've gotten ruthless."
"Learned from you, Master."
"Hm…."
Disciples take after their masters, right? Everything I learned came from watching her.
Take it or leave it.