Where Did It All Go Wrong?
Where had it all gone wrong? Since when had she been toyed with by this man? How was any of this even possible? Why had she...? Countless questions flashed through Wi Sahu's mind.
But she couldn't answer a single one. Everything happening now was some utterly bizarre phenomenon far beyond her comprehension. No amount of logical thinking could unravel it.
Her thoughts wouldn't connect properly. The man gripped her ass and began thrusting his hips upward from below. She felt his rough movements pounding into her lower abdomen.
Wi Sahu and Jongchil were in a cowgirl position. It looked like she was pinning him down from above, but Jongchil had seized complete control of their coupling. The woman-on-top stance changed nothing about who held the reins.
Jongchil unleashed his peerless technique that had melted the hearts of countless women. Every time his cock pierced her pussy, Wi Sahu felt a nauseating disgust mingled with overwhelming pleasure. Her mind and body were reacting separately—a pinnacle of absurdity.
"Water Control."
Jongchil used the skill to erase the traces of her vomit. He even rinsed out her mouth with water. The cool liquid slightly roused her foggy mind.
Wi Sahu realized her body wouldn't obey her will. She felt like a doll in this man's hands, her flesh eagerly accepting the chilling ecstasy he bestowed while letting out lewd moans she'd never made before in her life.
It was the process of her body's submission bleeding into her mind's.
"Haang~! Haaht~! Haaht~! What... what have you done to my body...!"
Was it poison? A curse? Or had he used some mystical artifact to manipulate her mind? Wi Sahu ran through endless possibilities, but found no answers. Right now, she was nothing but his plaything. Even her thoughts felt controlled by him.
Jongchil smacked her ass with a laugh. It was an utterly wicked grin, and Wi Sahu thought it suited him perfectly.
"You've got a face full of questions."
"Hngh! Hnng~! Just what the hell are you...! Hnght!"
"Didn't you already figure it out? Cock-Sword Interceptor."
Jongchil shoved Wi Sahu's body to the side and stood up. As his cock slipped out of her pussy, she felt an inexplicable void so profound she couldn't understand it herself—like a part of her body had been torn away.
Instinctively, an anguished plea escaped her lips. "N-no, don't!"
"Heh! Your martial arts might be top-tier, but that pussy's third-rate. Well, most women are."
Jongchil sat back down. Cheong-ah rushed over like a faithful puppy and took his cock into her mouth. Her movements were so practiced and expert.
Wi Sahu bit her lip. She envied Cheong-ah for swallowing Jongchil's cock. Realizing she was jealous, she shook her head. This wasn't the time for that.
Something's wrong! What the hell did that man do to me!?
Cheong-ah seemed thoroughly brainwashed by some power of his, just like herself. Cheong-ah sucked his cock with the blissful face of someone who had everything in the world. She rolled her tongue sweetly along the shaft like it was candy, planted kisses on his balls, and probed every corner of his urethra.
Every time Wi Sahu saw it, her lower belly throbbed. For a moment, she imagined her own face superimposed over Cheong-ah's.
No!
Wi Sahu shook her head fiercely to banish the filthy thought. This wasn't the time for such depraved fantasies.
Jongchil watched her with a leisurely smile. "Black Root Sword Intercept Wi Sahu. Chief steward of the Lily Escort Agency, highly trusted by Vice Leader Na Okryeong. You're a fine addition to my collection."
Watching him grab Cheong-ah's head and use her mouth like a tool, the word fiend came to mind. Demon and beast in one.
"And perfect as the star of my new production."
There was a strange fervor in Jongchil's voice, like a man who'd achieved a lifelong goal recounting his triumphs.
"Y-you bastard...! I'll never forgive you!"
"You still don't get your situation, huh."
Jongchil grinned at Wi Sahu, who glared at him with blazing eyes. She was desperately suppressing the pleasure building in her gut while burning with hatred. But it was pathetic resistance.
Why did women always fight so fiercely in battles they were doomed to lose? Well, the spectacle was entertaining, so it worked in his favor.
Jongchil snapped his fingers. "Cock-Sword Interceptor. Toilet."
Wi Sahu felt her head go blindingly bright. It was like another self had hijacked her body. She tried to steel her mind and resist, but her pleasure-soaked flesh rendered it pointless.
She crawled to Jongchil on all fours. Then she opened her mouth wide and cupped her hands beneath it, ready to catch and swallow every drop without spilling—like a human urinal.
Jongchil aimed his cock at her mouth.
"Kuhahat! You're about 99% broken now! Was implanting pleasure in your body the clincher? Glad it worked out. This is hilarious. You brought me that chamber pot earlier, remember? But it didn't satisfy me."
Wi Sahu realized what he intended. He was going to use her mouth as a toilet. The thought made her desperately try to move, but her body was beyond her control.
Shiiiii!
"Keuk. The chamber pot wasn't enough. Spill a single drop, and you'll lick the floor clean."
Jongchil pissed into Wi Sahu's mouth. She swallowed it all. It wasn't her will. Strangely, the urine tasted sweeter than any drink she'd ever had.
"Damn, you did that perfectly. I didn't even expect it to go this smoothly."
"Right!? Right!? It was so hard implanting suggestions in you every night, Chief! Praise me more!"
Cheong-ah nuzzled against Jongchil like a coquettish cat, begging for affection. He gently stroked her head, and bliss lit up her face.
Wi Sahu felt a flicker of jealousy toward Cheong-ah as she mulled over her words. Suggestions? Could those weird headaches lately have been...?
"You've got that curious look again. Makes sense."
Jongchil crossed his legs arrogantly and sat back. Wi Sahu glared up at him, grinding her teeth despite herself. But her rage didn't surge as fiercely as expected. She sensed his bizarre methods gradually eroding her mind.
"Wall Mountain Immortal Na Okryeong's most loyal right hand. Chief steward of the Lily Escort Agency. Sword of the Silver Forest House. You've got some nice nicknames."
As he spoke, Jongchil kneaded Cheong-ah's breasts. She let out sweet moans and offered them up willingly. Cheong-ah was already his toy.
"Eating Cheong-ah wasn't in the plan, honestly. I was watching the Silver Forest House and spotted this pretty servant on an errand. Didn't even know she was one of theirs at first. After I fucked her, she spilled her details. Then a brilliant idea hit me."
"Hng~! How was I? Did I do good?"
Cheong-ah kissed Jongchil's cheek, craving his love. He nodded, fingering her pussy with his left hand.
"You did great. Without you, how would I have reeled in the Cock-Sword Interceptor? Keuk!"
"You filthy bastard! Is this some betrayal cult sorcery!? Cheong-ah would never betray the Silver Forest House!"
Cheong-ah was a cherished servant of the Silver Forest House, one Wi Sahu trusted. She was a bit scatterbrained at times but diligent and well-liked. No way she'd fall for this lecher's seduction. And the strange force binding her body was surely his doing—clear proof he had some special power to control others. He'd used it on Cheong-ah, too.
"Better to show you. Cock-Sword Interceptor. Top off."
Wi Sahu felt the irresistible force again. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought it, but it was futile. She tore off her own top. Fabric ripped, exposing her bare skin.
There was a small talisman-like sticker on her back. She felt its texture and jolted in shock. How had she not noticed it until now? And when had it been placed?
A memory flashed: the day Cheong-ah was attacked, when Wi Sahu hugged her for comfort. Perfect chance to stick it on.
"It's a Common Sense Alteration Sticker. Stick it on, and you can completely rewrite their perception. You can even implant suggestions."
"Suggestions...?"
"Like this. Cock-Sword Interceptor. Asshole."
Wi Sahu shot to her feet and thrust her ass toward Jongchil. She spread her cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her puckered anus right in his face.
"Eeek! This...! Kkh! My body's moving on its own...!"
"Hehe. Chief, this is my handiwork. With a Common Sense Alteration Sticker, you can use specific words or situations as triggers to force certain behaviors. I worked hard implanting suggestions every night while you slept!"
"Ch-Cheong-ah..."
Cheong-ah confessed her betrayal without a hint of hesitation. Fury boiled in Wi Sahu for a moment, but she realized Cheong-ah was manipulated too. The root of all this was that man, Jongchil.
"Oh, right. Cheong-ah betrayed you of her own free will. More precisely, she became a slave to the pleasure I gave her. These stickers are rare; I wouldn't waste one on a girl like her."
To be exact, it was the sticker plus Power of Sex that broke Cheong-ah, but Jongchil didn't elaborate. Telling her Cheong-ah betrayed the house willingly would hit harder. The bigger the crack in her heart, the stronger the sticker's effect.
She's still resisting with some willpower left. Not fully broken. Time to drive it home.
"Lies! Lies! You're manipulating us both with that vile artifact!"
"Believe what you want."
Jongchil smirked vilely. "You're a high-level martial artist, so it was tricky. These don't work well on strong-willed types. Gotta take it slow. Haven't you noticed weird stuff happening lately?"
That's why he'd used Cheong-ah to subtly warp Wi Sahu's common sense bit by bit. Suddenly, Wi Sahu understood the strange dissonances she'd felt: thinking she preferred cold water over tea, mistaking the vice leader's office location she'd known forever, believing girl-on-girl kissing was the latest trend.
Looking back, it was all bizarre. Jongchil had escalated the alterations gradually until he could control her almost perfectly. It was an adaptation of how he'd conditioned Han Somi and Yang Ga-in via the Soul Community.
Without Cheong-ah's constant proximity for suggestions, it'd have been impossible.
"So, how's it feel catching the lecher?"
"......"
In the end, she'd just been dancing in this man's palm. She'd diligently gathered clues to track the lecher, but from that moment, he'd already been executing his plan to claim her. Starting from the day Cheong-ah was attacked.
Maybe even her pursuit was part of his scheme. No—definitely.
"You played me...!"
"Wanted to test it out. A wuxia detective AV. Got that scene of your virgin pussy 'arresting' the lecher's cock on tape. Should make good money on Credit.com. Bonus: I get the Silver Forest House too."
His words made no sense, but Wi Sahu knew she'd been utterly toyed with from start to finish.
Dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. This man with his mind-breaking artifact had declared he'd take over the Silver Forest House. Unbidden, she pictured Vice Leader Na Okryeong panting beneath him like herself. Another wave of nausea hit, but her empty stomach had nothing left to vomit.
Wi Sahu trembled, her voice thick with righteous fury. "Urgh! You...! Vice Leader won't let you get away with this! She's a genius with all manner of artifacts! She'll see through your petty tricks! You'll rot in the Murim Alliance's Falling Petal Prison and die miserably!"
Wi Sahu cursed him. Even if she'd been toyed with like a toy, the vice leader was different. She was the wisest person Wi Sahu had ever known. No way she'd fall to a lowlife like this.
Jongchil didn't flinch at her curses. He just smiled brightly. Wi Sahu found that smile utterly chilling.
"Don't worry. I know. That's why I brainwashed you first."
Wi Sahu's blood ran cold—or rather, boiled in reverse. Her teeth chattered rhythmically.
Cheong-ah, still servicing his cock, clapped in delight. "Now you're one of 'us', Chief! Great~!"
Wall Mountain Immortal Na Okryeong. The one Wi Sahu trusted most was herself. If Wi Sahu betrayed her...
Wi Sahu could easily imagine what came next. It might even be easier than Cheong-ah's betrayal.
"Why do you think I told you all this? Cock-Sword Interceptor. You're one of us now. Heh! Don't stress. Your pussy was nice and tight, so I'll use it now and then even after I fuck the Wall Mountain Immortal."
"N-no! Please...! Not that, anything but...!"
Wi Sahu bit her lip. If she broke here, the Silver Forest House would fall to this scoundrel. She mustered every ounce of strength from her nursing days to resist the bizarre force binding her.
"Stop resisting. It's easier that way."
"No!"
Wi Sahu swung her arm. It struck Jongchil's chest hard.