Chapter 17. I'm not good enough.
Chapter 17. I'm not good enough.
Lim Seo-yoon bowed her head with a slightly flushed face and left the mansion. Seeing her press her thighs together, it seemed she still hadn't properly dealt with her love juices. Or perhaps, just from hearing the word "seonsaengnim" for that brief moment, she had started flowing again.
Whatever the case, it was quite a sight to behold, and I nodded to myself while watching Lim Seo-yoon's departing back with satisfaction.
"It's working."
"Indeed it is, Dr. nim."
"There's that tone again."
"Sorry. But this time it's really so amazing that honorifics naturally come out—what can I do?"
"Even if you use honorifics now, it's not satisfying and I can't get used to it, so just speak comfortably."
"Got it."
I nodded at Choi Yeon-ju's words and entered the house with her. Just as I thought I'd sit on the living room sofa and mull over today's events, Choi Yeon-ju, sitting across from me, quickly opened her mouth and blocked my thoughts about Lim Seo-yoon.
"We're still far from done. The current suggestion is very shallow, so it will definitely be forgotten before long."
"Then what?"
"You apply it continuously and steadily, adding a little each time. If we could also perform modification alongside it, that would be ideal, but that's not as easy as it sounds, so we'll have to wait for an opportunity someday."
"Continuously applying it means I get to touch her pussy again?"
"That would be the best, but that kind of situation won't always occur."
"What do you mean? And what's this about modification?"
"Regardless, since you've obtained me, you're going to undergo various modifications yourself. But what's the point if you're the one being modified? If the woman receiving it isn't modified, she won't be able to take it, will she? Throwing an egg at a rock will only break it, won't it?"
At Choi Yeon-ju's words, my heart began to pound. Is this girl really a mad scientist? Modification probably means something like that. When there's something I'm curious about, I have to ask. I didn't hold back and asked right away.
"What kind of modification? Like becoming extremely sensitive and stuff?"
"I knew you'd think that way. You've consumed sex through hentai and porn, so that's your limit. I understand, but it's the exact opposite."
"The exact opposite?"
"Yes. We have to make them desensitized to stimulation."
"What? Why? Then it won't feel good."
"No matter how desensitized they become, making them writhe in ecstasy when they're with you—isn't that the ultimate picture?"
It was like lightning struck my head.
As my mouth fell open, Choi Yeon-ju crossed her arms and snorted, as if she found me pathetic. Her breasts, slightly larger than Lim Seo-yoon's, naturally began making their own statement as her arms folded. My gaze naturally followed her chest. Choi Yeon-ju noticed my stare and made an unpleasant expression.
"Could you stop staring at my chest?"
"Sorry. But that's just how men are."
"I'm well aware of that. There are quite a few researchers who steal glances at my chest besides you. They're no different from chimpanzees."
"Ook ook."
"Ugh."
Choi Yeon-ju let out a deep sigh. I chuckled.
"Since you're eventually going to undergo modification, I can make water flow from you no matter where I insert it. Combine that with hypnosis, and making a woman deliberately created like Lim Seo-yoon writhe in ecstasy is no big deal."
"And?"
"But unless it's the absolute hypnosis ability you used on me, you need to create a justification that makes them dependent on you. Hypnosis is unreliable. Since it's not a superpower, there's nothing strange about the suggestion being broken at any time. It's the same reason I didn't place a suggestion on Lim Seo-yoon to treat you like a master. What matters is how much dissonance she feels when the suggestion breaks."
"A teacher doesn't feel dissonance?"
"Even if that suggestion breaks, there's a high probability she'll just think something like, 'Why was I so obsessed with seonsaengnim?' and move on. For example, it's easy to interpret it as 'I got bored with it.' She'll dismiss it as a dark history rather than a crime that happened to her."
"Aha."
"When that time comes, I'll just cast a different suggestion."
"I can cast it again?"
"It doesn't have to be seonsaengnim specifically. Even if the suggestion breaks, if she's already reached that stage, the 'seonsaengnim play' has likely become a single wall. She'll just think she's bored with it for now, but it'll become a habit that could resurface at any time without being strange. Like how occasionally eaten food is called a delicacy."
"So you're saying multiple roleplaying scenarios become possible."
"Wouldn't it be boring to keep doing just one thing?"
"You really are a genius..."
Choi Yeon-ju, the master of kink. I acknowledge it.
When I stood up from the sofa and clapped in admiration, Choi Yeon-ju made a disgusted face. But I couldn't help this heartfelt action. After clapping for a while, I felt awkward and sat down demurely, and Choi Yeon-ju continued the conversation.
"Becoming desensitized is simple. Do you want Lim Seo-yoon to be drenched and writhing to the point of fainting when she's in another man's arms?"
"...Why would she be in another man's arms?"
"It's not impossible, is it? If the suggestion deepens like this, she might eventually develop a desire to try the 'seonsaengnim play' with someone else. Look at yourself. Your face is mediocre, your cock is mediocre—by then only your face will be mediocre, but anyway—if a disgustingly handsome man starts seducing her, wouldn't she be tempted? If she feels pleasure to the point of fainting, or actually faints, what reason would she have to let you fuck her?"
"None."
Just imagining it pisses me off. Thinking of Lim Seo-yoon spreading her legs and moaning under some handsome guy after all my hard training makes me feel like I'm going into qi deviation.
I absolutely couldn't let that happen.
"That's why we make them desensitized. In daily life, even if a man has a handsome face, sex with an ordinary man won't feel good. She becomes a stone woman who can't even reach orgasm through masturbation. But when she's in your arms, she can taste heavenly pleasure. That way women will have a reason to let an unattractive man like you fuck them."
"Are you a devil?"
There was no truer statement, but Choi Yeon-ju's words were so obviously correct that I was getting beaten black and blue. So much that I felt like I was going into punch-drunk syndrome.
Choi Yeon-ju didn't care how much it hurt.
"Additionally, we can create an illusion. You're in a situation where hypnosis forces roleplay sex, but strictly speaking, the women aren't. There's no problem with just fucking normally. But women are creatures of mood. When the mood strikes, whatever it is will excite their genitals or other sensory organs. Just like how Lim Seo-yoon's water flows when she hears 'seonsaengnim.'"
"Then what happens?"
"She'll delude herself. She'll think this situation is awakening and exciting her 'womanhood.' Then she'll naturally start to pursue that. Her personality might change."
"Her personality changes?"
"There's a reason people say 'she becomes a sexual woman.'"
Choi Yeon-ju said that and smiled with a confident expression.
Lim Seo-yoon arrived at her home utterly exhausted. There couldn't have been a more embarrassing ordeal. Thanks to her damp crotch, even the short distance from the taxi to her house was difficult to cover. Her home was a high-end officetel. Because of that, even riding the elevator was nerve-wracking. She was only wearing leggings, and thanks to the flowing love juices, not only her panties but also her leggings had formed a large wet circle.
This was due to the lingering effects of the goblin fluid, but Lim Seo-yoon had no way of knowing that. After all, the only thing she had consumed was juice.
If Seong Byeong-jin had handled her alone, she might have suspected him. But the person who handed it to her was Choi Yeon-ju. The director of the Daehan Hunter Association's laboratory. An unparalleled genius born of Korea. It was impossible for Lim Seo-yoon to suspect that Choi Yeon-ju had pulled some trick.
"It's flowing so much. What do I do..."
Lim Seo-yoon made a distressed expression. Already, the stifling scent of a female in heat assailed her nose. She had also sweat a lot, so her body was sticky. As she pulled down her leggings, the love juice stretched like spider webs with a sticky sound from a stain so large she couldn't even gauge its size. It looked like she had spilled glue on her pants.
"Whoa..."
Lim Seo-yoon was startled. She had never had this much love juice come out of her pussy in her life. The thong she was wearing had already failed its purpose. Having absorbed the sticky love juice to its limit, any excess now beaded on the panties before dripping drop by drop onto the floor.
Naturally, Lim Seo-yoon's first destination was her home bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, Lim Seo-yoon first spread her legs. Thanks to the flowing love juice, not only around her pussy but also her inner thighs were glistening. Swallowing dryly at the lewd sight, Lim Seo-yoon carefully unrolled the toilet paper hanging beside her.
She cautiously wiped her thighs first.
"Ah..."
A sweet sensation ran down her thighs. Lim Seo-yoon was shocked. Even though she was only wiping her thighs with tissue, not her pussy, a tingling sensation ran up her spine. It was a sweet sensation she had never experienced in her life.
When you feel pleasure, reason and emotion usually start a tug-of-war afterwards. Lim Seo-yoon was no different. Even as she carefully wiped her thighs, she unconsciously thought about the situation that had put her in this state.
"Seonsaengnim..."
First, she muttered it herself. Her pussy seemed to tingle. But the intensity was so weak that she couldn't tell whether her aroused body was spontaneously going into heat, or whether it was because of the word she had uttered.
"Seonsaengniim..."
She called out again. Now she had a bit of a clue. It didn't really seem to feel different. Was something else going on? Lim Seo-yoon stopped wiping her thighs, tissue in hand, and fell into thought for a moment.
Then she thought of Seong Byeong-jin.
[Seonsaengnim.]
"Aaah..."
The change was dramatic.
Even though she had only thought of him, it felt like a weak electric current was flowing through her pussy. The ticklish sensation felt good. Now she seemed to understand a little more precisely what state she was in.
[Seonsaengnim. You are amazing.]
"Heuuu..."
The tissue naturally fell into the toilet bowl water between her legs. Now was not the time to wipe her thighs with tissue. Something more important had come up.
Imagination wasn't concrete or sustainable. Lim Seo-yoon instinctively realized that getting pleasure through imagination was difficult.
But that didn't mean there was no method at all.
"Seonsaengnim's pussy... how is it...? Is it lewd...?"
Her long, slender fingers stroked her labia majora. Even just a light touch made her tingle. Her hips jerked on their own. Lim Seo-yoon lifted her head sharply. The back of her deer-like neck was already slick with cold sweat.
"Do you want to put it in seonsaengnim's pussy...?"
It was something she would never normally do. Masturbating while even acting out lines alone in the bathroom. But Lim Seo-yoon realized that this embarrassing act didn't make her feel as much shame and humiliation as she had expected.
To make matters worse, she noticed that every time she said that 'word,' the pleasure of her masturbation increased. She realized that the shame, which was easier to endure than expected, was like a spice that made carnal pleasure more enjoyable.
From then on, the only thing Lim Seo-yoon could do was fall deeper.
"Seo...seonsaengnim, do you want to be fucked by your disciple's cock too..."
"Seonsaengnim's pussy... don't you think it would taste good...? A pussy that's never been used..."
Her hand stroking her pussy grew bolder. Every time her seduction of the imaginary disciple became more specific, she became more active—spreading her pussy lips with her fingers or shallowly inserting a finger into her vaginal hole and circling it—to not lose her arousal.
And then she felt a sense of dissonance.
'Since when did I start calling this place a pussy...'
But it was a trivial matter.
Because the word 'pussy' was far more intuitive and lewd than vague words like 'that place' or 'here.'
Doesn't really matter.
I'm alone anyway.
And... it's lewd.
Meanwhile, her arousal continued to build. It felt risky to insert her fingers inside. Just by stroking, Lim Seo-yoon was getting enough pleasure. Since she was tired and exhausted, she wanted to finish quickly, so she made up her mind and moved her fingers to the clitoris, which was peeking out from the top of her pussy and making its own statement.
"Seo...seonsaengnim's pussy... let's stu...study together... aah!"
She had only just touched it. Arousal surged like a wave and struck Lim Seo-yoon's body. Trembling on the toilet seat, swept away by the tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure, Lim Seo-yoon soon began to leak urine with a jjoreureureu ha-tap sound.
"Phew... this feels good... hehe..."
Lim Seo-yoon giggled drunkenly. It was still a little lacking. But she didn't want to do it here anymore. She needed to wash off the sweat and turn on her computer.
Today, I should look up female teacher material. Flushing the toilet, Lim Seo-yoon quickly entered the shower booth and turned on the water.