The Rakshasa's Demonstration
I never tired of Dan Yuha's face when it was steeped in shame. And it wasn't just her — that expression on a beautiful woman made for an excellent snack.
She looked at me, clutching the wooden cock she had bought herself. That sight alone could have made me come. My own cock, standing rock-hard, was proof enough.
"Nngh...! Must I truly show you this?"
She said it, but she was wildly aroused herself. A thick, musky pheromone unique to a female in heat rolled off her body. Her pussy had probably already flooded like a river bursting its banks.
I stared openly at her cunt. She twisted slightly, shyly covering the space between her legs.
Under any other circumstances, this would have been an unforgivable act of molestation — the kind that would get my neck snapped without a word of protest. But Dan Yuha, when it came to me, couldn't say a thing even as I violated her. More precisely, she had convinced herself that what I was doing was medical. Of course, she was fully aware that my "treatment" was filthy. That only made it hotter.
"I must confirm it for the sake of your treatment. Please lift your skirt and show me your pussy."
I could use the word "pussy" in front of Dan Yuha without a second thought now. I'd deliberately stuck to crude language so she'd grow accustomed to it. My efforts had borne fruit — she no longer flinched much when I said it.
"Nnh...! Very well..."
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who, mere moments ago, had completely overpowered Mo Seyeong. Peel back a single layer of a woman and a female animal comes out. And my Power of Sex was a monstrous ability that could awaken that hidden nature. Dan Yuha, who could crush someone as weak as me like an insect, couldn't offer even a shred of resistance to my words.
Heh heh heh! God, the sense of conquest is incredible!
Dan Yuha slowly lifted her skirt. I could have told her to strip completely, but watching her hike the fabric just enough to reveal what was underneath was far more arousing. Besides, I wasn't here to fuck her — I was here to watch her masturbate.
"Oh? As I thought, you're wearing nothing at all beneath the skirt."
"Th-that... you said you preferred it that way, did you not?"
"I did. I'm truly grateful that you're following my treatment so faithfully, Lady Dan Yuha. At this rate, we may finish the treatment far sooner than expected."
It was true. Her conditioning was progressing much faster than I'd anticipated.
I brought my face to her pussy. I inspected it at close range, as if searching a product for defects. Even Dan Yuha, who'd grown used to having sex with me, seemed embarrassed by this blatant visual violation. She turned her head away so our eyes wouldn't meet.
Her pussy was well-ripened. Sticky nectar oozed thickly from the pretty cleft. It was thick with the lewd scent unique to a female in heat, but there was nothing unpleasant about it. They say a poorly kept pussy smells like sewage — fortunately, Dan Yuha seemed to keep herself meticulously clean. The hole was a little wider than when I'd first used it.
My cock is above average. Every woman I'd been fucking regularly had her pussy stretched. That didn't mean they'd become loose rags — far from it. They'd molded to the size of my cock, and it felt even better than the first time. Whether it's a person or a pussy, the more you use it, the better it gets.
"This wooden cock is almost the same size as mine. Where did you purchase something like this?"
It wasn't just the size — the shape was nearly identical too. That was a little surprising. Maybe the village had a shop that specialized in these things. It wasn't something that appeared in the novel, so I couldn't be sure.
"Th-that... I commissioned it from the village woodcarver. I drew your... your manhood myself, and..."
She couldn't finish the sentence. She'd sketched my cock with her own hand and placed a custom order! How badly had she wanted to masturbate to go that far? Unlike the real world, where you could just walk into an adult shop and buy a dildo, everything here had to be handmade.
Or maybe she'd skipped the ready-made options and commissioned it on purpose. After all, no off-the-shelf product would have been modeled after my cock. As I'd said, mine was on the large side. It wasn't some absurd Black porn-star size, but it would put most Asian men — and plenty of Westerners — to shame.
"To think the Rakshasa Demoness herself commissioned this in person. That's a little surprising."
"I— I was thoroughly disguised! And this is treatment, is it not?!"
"That's right. This is nothing more than treatment."
I kept reminding her that this was merely treatment.
"Very well. Then please show me, in detail, how you use this."
"Nngh! Must I... truly do this?"
"Yes. You must. It's an essential step for detoxifying the poison properly."
"Ugh... very well... Let me say this in advance. This is treatment. Treatment..."
She repeated that it was only treatment several more times. Then she slowly brought the wooden cock in her right hand to her pussy. She was sitting on the bed with her legs spread in an M-shape — the most basic spread-eagle position for masturbation.
"Nngh!"
Schlck! Her movements were remarkably natural. This clearly wasn't the first or second time she'd done this. Her pussy swallowed the wooden cock as if it were mine.
"Haaahn~!"
Her slack, undone voice made it equally clear how familiar this act was. She'd been embarrassed at first, but the moment the wooden cock was inside her, she started moving as if she'd caught fire. There was no hesitation in her hands, and a burning heat poured off her entire body. I whistled as I watched her masturbate.
"Nngh! Nnh! Nngaaah~ Nnnngh!"
Schlck! Schlck! Schlck! Schlck! Schlck!
Whoa! That speed is outstanding. I'm almost worried she'll set her pussy on fire.
Dan Yuha really was an exceptional martial artist. The pace at which she pumped the wooden cock in and out utterly eclipsed a high-school senior beating his meat.
"Hiiing~! Hiiing~! Hiiiit~! Hic!"
Her moans grew even more frantic. At first they'd sounded like a virgin touching herself, then like a widow having sex with a husband just home from work — now they sounded like a stallion in rut mounting a mare. You could hear in those moans just how much lust she'd been suppressing.
Three times in a single day and she's still like this. Do powerful martial artists have that much sexual appetite?
Just as a vigorous man overflows with lust, perhaps a martial artist's desire scaled with their strength. Dan Yuha had never known a man until she was past forty — but she'd already tasted my cock. All the desire she hadn't even known she possessed had exploded.
She picked up another wooden cock with her left hand, then lay back on the bed. With her lower body facing me, I had a front-row view of her twitching pussy hole. It was a spectacle you couldn't buy with a fistful of gold.
And that asshole winking right alongside the pussy hole. What a view. Wait — is she planning to use both dildos at once?
I was right. She shoved the wooden cock into her winking asshole. Her own pussy juices were more than enough lubrication. I used the same method whenever I took her ass — the nectar her cunt produced.
"Hiiiit! This feels so goood! Haaang~! Haaang~! Haaaang~!"
She seemed to have completely forgotten I was there. Or maybe having an audience had her even more fired up than usual. Either way, she hid nothing — she spread her masturbation wide open for me to see. Right hand and left hand, she pumped her pussy and asshole in alternating strokes. That alone was filthy, but her face set the whole scene on fire.
Drool spilled sloppily from her half-open mouth, and her eyes, blown wide as saucers, had lost all focus. Every time she quacked out a moan like a duck, I could see down her throat — another onahole of mine.
Damn it... I want to fuck her right now.
Not taking her then and there felt like the most heinous crime in the world. But I exercised superhuman patience and simply watched. Naturally, I recorded it too.
"Hiiit~! Hiit~! Hiiiit~!"
After about ten minutes of masturbating, Dan Yuha snapped her hips hard and shot her juices toward the ceiling. The spray was so powerful it nearly reached the rafters. If she'd been born a man, she would have been a legend of virility.
"Heeeeh..."
With her tongue lolling stupidly and her vacant eyes staring at the ceiling, not a trace of the Rakshasa Demoness remained on that woman's face. This was a female in heat, nothing more, nothing less. Who would ever believe this slut possessed the power to topple mountains and split rivers?
I'll make Dan Yuha my slave for certain within a week. Then I'll move straight on to conquering Fairy Gate. The to-do list is a mountain.
Plenty of work, but all of it was enjoyable. That was why I felt no pressure at all.
Come to think of it, I still need to find party members in the real world. Hopping between world-lines like this, it feels like I've been putting reality on the back burner.
I was living in three worlds. Reality, Solari World, and Supreme Sword Heavenly Immortal. The number of worlds I'd inhabit would only keep growing.
Every time I travel a world-line, I get stronger.
Of course, the world I needed to be most faithful to was reality. Before I was Derick Walker or Jongchil, I was Baek Jaeseong.
I still haven't set a checkpoint in Supreme Sword Heavenly Immortal. I need a checkpoint before I can return to reality, so maybe I should prioritize that.
When I went back to reality, time in the other world-lines stopped. I'd confirmed that through Solari World. The catch was that I needed to set a checkpoint first, and I didn't know the conditions. In Solari World, the requirement had been buying a house. Whether it was the same here, I had no idea.
I could check right now if I wanted. I've got plenty of gold I brought from Solari World.
Gold was a precious metal in this world too. Selling it would get me money easily enough. Now that I was free of Fairy Gate, this might be the perfect chance to buy a house.
Alright. Strike while the iron's hot. Tomorrow, I'll buy a house.