The Baby Making Project
Seong Yua looked at me with her usual composure.
“How is it?”
“The pressure on my clitoris feels exceptionally good. However, the vaginal walls need to be scratched harder… Ah, aah… That’s good.”
Her mouth said it felt good, but Seong Yua’s expression remained completely unchanged. That didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling anything. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her.
Just now, her brow twitched.
Sex Master Level 3
There was no way she couldn’t feel it. I knew that much just from watching how Gong Jiyun lost her mind over it. Seong Yua was definitely feeling pleasure through her pussy. She was simply suppressing all emotional expression out of sheer habit, as always.
Normally that kind of reaction would kill the mood, but with Seong Yua, it only turns me on even more.
As I continued stroking her inner walls, the sounds changed. Schlick, schlick, slurp, slurp—
“How does it feel now?”
“I can feel love juices flowing from deep inside, near what I believe is the cervical opening.”
“Already? That’s faster than usual.”
“Indeed. My body is heating up much faster than normal today. My womb has been throbbing for a while now.”
The nape of Seong Yua’s neck flushed a deep red. I searched along her vaginal walls, hunting for her G-spot.
“Here?”
“A little deeper.”
“What about here?”
“Higher up. In the direction where your fingers are curling.”
Slurp, slurp, squelch—squelch—
I stirred the slick, resilient flesh without mercy. The wetter she became, the thicker and more obscene the friction sounds grew in real time.
“Just a little higher from there—ngh… Ah, haaah!”
“Mm. Right here.”
The moment I touched her slightly swollen G-spot, Seong Yua’s hips jerked. Her startled pussy clamped down on my fingers with a wet schlick!
“Time to get serious.”
Her skirt hem was still pressing down on my wrist. I flipped the back of her skirt up and rolled it high around her waist. Through the panties pushed aside, I could see Seong Yua’s pussy—thoroughly messed up by my fingers.
“Huh?”
But something was different about her underwear today.
“…Wow. So you had tastes like this?”
Seong Yua’s usual panties were plain and functional. Simple solid-colored cotton panties that prioritized practicality alone. No lace, no ribbons, not even a single pattern.
“No. I wore them specifically to show you, Mr. Kim Junyoung.”
“Pardon?”
“You mentioned before that men ejaculate faster when they’re highly aroused. I was told men like this kind of design.”
It was a T-back style panty with an extremely small amount of fabric. The waistband was only slightly wider than a string, clinging precariously to her hips. At first glance, it almost looked like she’d pulled them down a little on purpose.
No… it’s literally showing everything.
The crotch area was made of white, semi-transparent see-through material. Thanks to that… Oh, fuck… It completely failed to serve its purpose as underwear, boldly exposing her pussy instead.
“Whoa… that’s insane…”
On top of that, the see-through fabric soaked with her love juices clung wetly to her pussy, amplifying the lewdness.
Damn… the camel toe is so fucking hot…
Because the material was unbelievably thin, the puffy “3-shaped” folds of her pussy and the glistening sheen of her juices showed right through the cloth, flaunting their presence. It was an obscenely perverted pair of panties that didn’t suit Seong Yua at all.
The gap between her usual self and this sight perfectly represented what she had become under my complete control.
“Does it arouse you?”
“Yes. Fuck… I’m insanely turned on. I want to get you pregnant right now, Team Leader.”
“Excellent. It seems the effect is quite strong.”
I shook my head after staring at her pussy in a daze for a while. I had been in the middle of pleasuring her. It would be bad if the flow was interrupted and her body cooled down.
I slid Seong Yua’s panties down to her thighs.
“What was the signal for orgasm again?”
“‘I’m cumming.’”
It was the same phrase I’d given Gong Jiyun. I’d worried it might feel too cliché, but I really wanted to hear Seong Yua say it.
“Yes. Please make sure to say it clearly when you climax. Smooth communication between man and woman is important for effective training.”
“Understood.”
I slid my fingers back into her pussy, then curled them into a hook shape, catching her G-spot.
Squuuueeeelch—
Her startled pussy clung desperately to my fingers as if begging me to stop. The already soaked folds squeezed and pulsed around me.
I dragged the hooked fingers back out, scraping hard against her inner walls.
Squelch—!
“Hah…!”
In that instant, Seong Yua’s waist snapped backward and her chin jerked upward. I repeated the hooking-and-pulling motion at high speed.
Squish, squelch! Squish, squelch! Squish, squelch!
I could see the muscles in Seong Yua’s jaw tighten slightly. She was clenching her teeth, holding back her moans.
Squelch-squelch! Squelch-squelch! Squelch-squelch! Squelch-squelch!
Thick fluids flowed out without pause.
Today’s going unusually well…
My finger movements and wrist snaps felt far more natural than before.
“Hngh, hup… Hah, hoh…! Oh, hah…!”
Seong Yua’s hips began to tremble violently. It was a sign that her climax was near. Her orgasm was coming much faster than usual.
“Team Leader? If you keep your mouth shut like that, I can’t receive any feedback. Please brief me on your current sensations.”
“Y-yes, I underst… haaah…! Y-yes.”
Her neck and ears had turned bright red. Her voice was clearly shaking.
Sluuuurp! Sluuuurp! Sluuuurp!
“The place you’re currently scraping… ah, feels incredibly good, ah, mngh…!”
Seong Yua suddenly clamped her mouth shut mid-sentence.
Whoa… why is her pussy gushing so much today?
Thick, viscous pussy juice poured out from deep inside. Thanks to that, her cunt had become incredibly slick and springy—perfect for thrusting.
“Keep talking.”
Squelch! Squelch!
“It’s catching on the hook—nghh…! I, hi…♡!”
Seong Yua immediately covered her own mouth.
Oh, that voice just now was pretty cute.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Speak.”
“Inside… it’s being scraped—ngh! It’s… being scraped…”
Sluuuurp! Sluuuurp! Sluuuurp! Sluuuurp!
“But my waist feels strained… it’s too fast… ah…! Wait, I’m— I’m going to cum! Hngh, haht! Haaah♡”
Seong Yua threw her head back sharply. Her hips bucked forward three or four times—thump, thump.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
With each buck, several streams of fluid shot out from her pussy.
Oh man…
Even then, she kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to let a single moan escape.
Her reaction today is no joke…
Her orgasms had never been this intense before. Even though her voice trembled, she had always clearly said “I’m going to cum.” But today she couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Ah! Could it be?
I picked up my phone with my dry hand.
It was the skill I’d drawn yesterday.
So this is it.
It seemed the “all actions requiring dexterity” category included fingering as well.
A slight correction buff?
This was definitely not slight. And this was only at Lv.1.
What would happen once I leveled it up?
It wasn’t a dud after all…!
Both my fists clenched tight. It looked like I’d need a lot of points to level up my skills from now on.
I slid my fingers back into Seong Yua’s pussy. Her cunt clung to my fingers as if begging me to stop, squeezing and pushing me out. I mercilessly stirred between those folds.
Squelch, squelch—
“Hahk…!”
Let’s work hard.
With that resolve, I began moving my fingers again.
“Hoooooh♡!!”
It was 9 a.m. on Saturday morning.
I was absolutely not the type to wake up early on holidays. My iron rule was to sleep until 11 on both Saturdays and Sundays. But today, I had woken up at 8, showered, and prepared to welcome a guest.
Because today was a very special day—the day the efforts of the past few weeks would finally bear fruit.
Clink. The ice cubes in the iced tea glass in my hand clinked together with a clear sound.
I looked out the window, picked up my phone, and activated a skill.
You have used the skill Weather Forecast.
Today will be clear all day, with rain starting at 6 p.m.
Slurp— I savored the sweet-bitter aroma of the iced tea. It cooled my throat nicely.
Knock knock.
I heard someone knocking on the door. If I stayed quiet, she would come in on her own. I had given her the passcode, after all.
She’s not the type to go around leaking secrets.
Beep beep beep beep. Click—
The electronic lock released and the door opened.
Click, click.
A woman with a cold expression stepped inside. She took off her high heels at the entrance, fumbling a little. As always, she wore a tight office skirt with a tucked-in blouse that emphasized her chest.
“You’re here.”
“Yes.”
After giving that short reply, Seong Yua briefly looked around the room. It was a small, shabby studio apartment. There wasn’t much to see. She quickly lost interest in the surroundings.
We sat facing each other on the floor with a low table between us. I offered her some iced tea.
“You said we should have a meeting to accelerate the project?”
“Yes. I’ve come to the conclusion that we’ve been missing a rather important element.”
“An important element…?”
I took a sip from my cup. At the same time, I slowly scanned her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
Her lines really are beautiful.
Her feet and calves wrapped in black pantyhose. Because she was kneeling, her ass was pressed down, causing the sides to bulge out slightly.
Is it because she takes such good care of herself? She doesn’t have any belly fat at all.
Women tended to wear skirts that covered their lower abdomen. What was it called again… high-waisted? When those women wore tight skirts, most of them would have belly fat spilling out over the waistband. But on Seong Yua’s skirt, there wasn’t a single bit of protruding flesh. Instead, I could faintly see the smooth, straight line of her toned abs.
I raised my gaze a little higher—to her chest. Even at a minimum estimate, those were firm D-cups. They were already large, but tucking the blouse into her skirt made her breasts stand out even more.
“Team Leader.”
“Yes.”
“What exactly have we been practicing lately for the purpose of making a baby?”
“Techniques to caress a woman’s pussy and breasts.”
It was the kind of line you’d only hear in an erotic novel. Yet the person saying it had an utterly calm expression.
“That’s right.”
I took another sip of iced tea. Seong Yua followed suit and brought her glass to her lips.
“Caressing is important, of course. But Team Leader.”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t there something else we really need to practice?”
“What is it? Just tell me and I will assist with all my strength.”
I could feel strong determination radiating from Seong Yua. She was completely serious about this Baby Making Project.
I took another sip, then set the glass down with a clack.
“What we really need to practice is…”
“Sex.”
Modification Mode initiated.
Finally. This was the finishing touch on the process of making one woman completely mine. My pounding heart urged me to act quickly.
First, I’ll reinforce the concepts I already created.
Out of all of them, I focused on two in particular.
The dark gray Subconscious Concepts. The spheres that had originally been about 1 meter in diameter had grown on their own over time. I reinforced them even further.
Humm—
This should be at least 5 meters now.
Next.
Surface Concept creation.
As an assistant, I will use my body to support Kim Junyoung’s sex training.
After creating the sphere, I enlarged it as much as possible. Roughly three meters in diameter.
Next… Subconscious Concept creation.
Unlike before, I felt a heavy pressure in my hands. Touching subconscious concepts placed a significant burden on the target. It showed just how powerful their influence was.
Sex with Kim Junyoung is not a sexual act but official work.
I am making a huge contribution to the project through sex. I feel great pride and fulfillment because of it.
That should do it.
I ended Modification Mode.
Modification Mode terminated.
The scenery returned. I was back in my studio apartment, sitting across from Seong Yua.
“Sex… You mean sexual intercourse?”
“Yes. I need you to practice having sex with me.”
Seong Yua took a calm sip of her iced tea. I moved over to sit right beside her.
“If it’s practice…”
I began unbuttoning her white blouse one by one as I answered.
“It means inserting my cock into your pussy, Seong Yua.”
“I see. Are we doing it right now?”
“Yes. That’s why I specifically invited you to my house. It would be uncomfortable in the equipment room.”
By now, all the buttons on the front of her blouse were undone. Even so, she didn’t stop me at all. I lifted her bra upward.
“Whoa…”
Her firm, bouncy D-cup breasts greeted me.
“Your breasts are beautiful no matter how many times I see them, Team Leader.”
“That remark just now constitutes sexual harass—”
“Whispering sweet nothings to each other is also part of sex. Please accept it as such.”
“…I see. I made a mistake. I apologize.”
Even though we sucked each other’s genitals and fingered one another, Seong Yua reacted with stern disapproval to any act that wasn’t strictly defined. She only recognized actions that had been officially designated as work.
And the designated acts were anything related to the project. Up until now, that had included making me ejaculate and receiving fingering.
But if I add sex to that list and lump everything else under the category of “part of sex”… the range becomes much wider.
I grabbed one of her breasts, which filled my hand completely.
“…Is this also…”
“Yes, of course it’s included in sex.”
I had often exposed her breasts to hasten my ejaculation, but this was the first time I had actually touched them. Whenever I had reached out to touch her chest before, she would usually slap the back of my hand.
I took Seong Yua’s nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
Chuuup—
“Hngh…!”
She flinched at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Chup, chuuup… Let’s move to the bed.”
Seong Yua and I moved to the bed. Since it was a studio, the distance was extremely short. By the time we arrived, we were both completely naked.
“…”
“Wow…”
Seong Yua stared at me without even trying to cover her body.