The Fanatic Driven Mad for Cock

"What are you just standing there staring at like that? Aren't you going to do it?"

"...No, even if you suddenly say something like that..."

In front of me, a woman I'd only just met was yanking her pants open and spreading her pussy wide for me to see. It was completely out of left field, but there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't get hard in this situation. My pants were already stretched tight. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The lingering stimulation from Noa sucking me off in the Chamber of Desire earlier definitely played a part, but... this lust wasn't aimed at Dasom. It couldn't be.

Because...

"...How old are you, exactly? You look younger than me..."

"Huh?"

Dasom's appearance, which looked far younger than mine as a twenty-two-year-old college student, kept nagging at me. Even with the heavy makeup hiding her age, her distinctly youthful voice and flawless skin gave her away. I'd already been warned to avoid drawing attention, and I couldn't risk ruining my life over underage prostitution, so I was being extremely, extremely careful...

"I'm from '97. Twenty-seven."

"...Excuse me?"

The dumbfounded voice that escaped me was the umpteenth one today; I'd already lost count. Dasom sighed but didn't stop fingering her pussy. She pulled her ID from her wallet, covered the critical details, and held it up in front of my eyes while letting out a pleased little moan.

"...Mmm, why? How old did you think I was?"

"...You really are from '97... So you're five years older than me, noona..."

"Twenty-two? You're just a baby~ No wonder you don't know any manners yet. Come here, noona will teach you, so don't feel too pressured... See? This place is all ready for you."

"No, wait a second. You're seriously twenty-seven? Not a high schooler?"

The more I stepped back, the more Dasom—no, Dasom noona—advanced, stroking the tent in my crotch. Even now, the suspicions that hadn't quite washed away and the words floating through my head spilled out without filter. The woman before me only grew happier, her hands moving faster as she unzipped my pants.

"Hearing you say that makes me feel good. But basic manners are still important, so listen carefully, okay? Even if we're just a call girl and her client who met today, when you invite a woman over, you should at least shove your cock into her cunt..."

"What country's common sense is that?"

Ignoring me completely, Dasom noona yanked my pants down, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk as she dragged my underwear down with them. The moment everything restraining my crotch was stripped away, my cock sprang out with a heavy—

"Huh?"

"...What the hell."

It was easily one and a half times bigger than usual. Length and girth alike—my perfectly average Korean cock had grown thicker and longer, like something straight out of a porn video. I'd seen this part of my body every single day of my life, so I recognized it instantly. But why now? I'd had the vague feeling lately that it had "gotten a little bigger," but nothing like this sudden explosive growth. Now just shy of twenty centimeters ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and noticeably heavier, my cock landed with a solid thud across Dasom noona's face. Right in front of my eyes. On a woman's face.

I wasn't the only one shocked by the rare size.

"...B-big...♡ I've never seen one this huge before...!"

"...Um, excuse me?"

The strangely rough breathing that tickled my cock created an odd sensation. I called out to Dasom, who was kneeling beneath me. But no answer came. Instead, her breathing grew heavier, and the wet squelching sounds drew closer and closer.

The character for Depravity engraved on her forehead sparkled in jade green.

"Cock... cock... slurp... Haa♡ The smell...! Hic, haa... haa...!"

I couldn't see her eyes because my cock covered them, but there was no trace of sanity left in Dasom noona's voice. Just like Go-eun with her Slave brand, she was simply obeying the characters etched into her. Any reason that might interfere had been completely erased. The pride she'd carried as an older woman had been thrown away long ago. The "noona" who was going to teach me manners had vanished. In her place was a depraved female completely absorbed in fingering her own pussy, preparing to receive the massive thing before her according to pure animal instinct.

And at that ugly, vulgar, obscene sight, I—

"....."

I swallowed hard as pre-cum began to bead at the tip of my urethra. The clear, sticky fluid flowed down in a transparent string and landed on the bridge of Dasom noona's nose, tracing a path down her cheek. Startled by its coolness, her face flushed as her hand began pumping into her pussy even faster.

"Nngh, cock, cock... cock...! Hiiik!♡ Mm, ehehe... hehe..."

"...Did you just cum?"

Dasom noona, who had been grinding her thighs together using nothing but the heat and scent of my cock as fuel, shook violently. It took a long time for the convulsions to ease. By the time the thick scent of a woman rose from beneath my nose, she was only letting out empty, foolish laughter.

I'd tried to hold back, but when she showed me something like this, there was no way I could.

"...Hehe, put it in... Hurry, hurry♡"

Dasom noona realized what I wanted as I stood there sweating and swallowing. She plopped down on the bed, spread her legs in a wide M-shape, and pulled her soaking pussy open with both hands. Droplets of arousal spilled from the melted meat hole that had already climaxed once. Without a word I approached the hopeless whore, grabbed her waist, and aligned my glans with the entrance that seemed all too familiar with accepting men.

I'd already cum more than five times today alone, yet somehow it refused to go down. If anything it felt even more lacking. My mind was consumed with the need to ravage the luscious female body before me.

A woman I would never have encountered in my normal life. A prostitute I wouldn't have spared even the slightest interest. I wanted her body. Not love or destiny with the prostitute named Dasom—just her flesh and the pleasure it offered. Harboring the desire to become part of a human life, I thrust my hips into a pussy that required no consideration whatsoever.

Squelch──!♡

"Ohhok?!♡"

Dasom noona went rigid, trembling as my cock filled her lower belly and crushed her womb. But I, as expected, didn't feel much. Compared to the stimulation a Saintess's hole provided, a normal human woman's pussy was painfully bland. It might be because I'd grown too used to Saintess bodies, but a woman who'd taken countless men felt shockingly uninteresting. Her insides weren't hot. They weren't sticky. I'd truly become a man who could no longer enjoy sex with normal women.

Poking at the loose cunt that gave me no real pleasure only made me tired. On the other hand, Dasom noona was shrieking like a beast and convulsing violently.

".....Glurk...♡"

"...Hello? Noona? What the..."

She'd passed out. Eyes rolled back, foam at the mouth, she was even pissing herself in a steady stream onto the bed. No matter how you looked at it, my cock had only grown bigger—the thrusting itself was nothing special. Yet she'd fainted from just that? Was her body ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠naturally hypersensitive, or had the mask done something to her?

Come to think of it, could the mask have messed with my cock to make it grow so suddenly? Seriously, if you're going to pull something like this, couldn't you at least give me a damn hint? I grumbled complaints the mask would never hear as I pulled my cock from the whore's hole that had given me almost no sensation.

"Nngit...! Hoo, sss...♡"

Just the act of pulling out made Dasom noona tremble through another light orgasm. She wore an expression of pure bliss. In contrast, I felt only emptiness. I'd barely lit the fire, yet the kindling turned out to be nothing but scraps of paper. A scrap that burned to ash the moment it touched the flames could never fully consume my desire. A sense of futility and an inexplicable anxiety at being unable to satisfy my urges. They were terrifying emotions, yet also ones that could be wiped away far too easily.

The only way to relieve my desires was one I knew better than anyone.

"......"

I left the whore sprawled on the bed and turned to the two Saintesses sleeping peacefully beneath the blanket. Among them, I approached Isabel, who was closest to me and lying face-down in the perfect position for insertion.

"...Sss..."

When I pulled the blanket aside, a mound even whiter than the sheets sparkled. I grabbed the ass cheeks—softer and more pliant than cotton fluff—and gently spread them. The moment my cock felt the air—drip—the Saintess's jade-colored pussy immediately grew wet, reacting to the stimulation.

The hole twitched visibly, puckering like it was breathing. I licked my lips at the sight of a pussy that looked like it would clamp down impossibly tight, then got into position.

"...Sss, mmm..."

Even while asleep, Isabel reacted to the touch on her ass and pussy. I slid my hips forward from behind her and slowly pushed my cock between her cheeks.

Squelch♡ A cute sound as air escaped and wet membranes rubbed together. Perhaps sensing the man invading her body, the sleeping Isabel's breathing grew slightly rough.

"...Mmmh...♡"

"Hoo...! Kugh..."

Just as I'd expected, the Saintess's pussy welcomed my cock the instant I entered. No woman with any legendary pussy could ever compare. Unlike human women whose primary purpose was reproduction, a Saintess had evolved solely for pleasure and service to her Master. The tentacles that obscenely sucked and coiled around my cock even without her conscious awareness offered pleasure impossible to find in a human woman. And the immoral thrill of using the unconscious Isabel however I wanted—secretly, without waking her—felt incomparably better than before.

"Hngh, aah... sss...♡"

I tapped her womb very slowly and gently while she remained asleep. Each time, Isabel let out an adorable voice and furrowed her brow, as if she were feeling it even in her dreams.

"....Hoo, hoo...!"

Moving slowly so as not to wake Isabel was far more difficult than thrusting hard. Sweat began dripping from my forehead. I unconsciously took small deep breaths, my lungs expanding. Separate from that, the tentacles and nodules constantly wrapping my cock sent overwhelming pleasure racing up my spine despite the slow pace. The immorality, the sense of conquest, and the strange contrast of using her while comparing her to another woman made my semen boil over.

"...Still, this is..."

Sluuurp─

"Mngh...♡"

I pulled my cock out of the peacefully sleeping pussy right before I came and stroked the mucus-covered shaft with my hand. Holding back the surging semen, I walked across the bed and stood before Dasom noona, who was still unconscious.

"...You said that when you invite a woman, it's manners to cum inside her, right?"

My brain, burning with excitement, moved my body on its own. The sense of conquest that came from marking a woman I'd just met as mine—it had to feel fucking incredible. I shook my cock until semen was about to spurt, grabbed the human whore's waist, and thrust back into her womb.

"Ohht?!♡ A, aaah──"

And I poured my cum into that whore's womb. Whether it was my imagination or not, I kept going until her lower belly swelled slightly. Her body trembled from the pleasant heat of the semen flooding her womb. Her lower half, caught in continuous light orgasms, jerked like a broken machine.

After a far more satisfying ejaculation than I'd expected, I pulled my cock out...

"...Hoo..."

"Hehe, good work, Master. I'll clean you up right away♡"

"Ah, thanks..."

From below my right field of vision appeared black hair. Noa, smiling brightly, seductively extended her tongue and took my cock into her mouth.

......Huh?

"What?! When did you wake up?!"

"Slurp? Aah, from the moment you started arguing with that human woman, Master."

"From the very beginning?"

"Hehe, yes♡ Still, I thought if I kept pretending to sleep, Master would use me too..."

With one hand gently massaging my balls, Noa wrapped her snake-like tongue around my cock and sucked every drop of fluid from the shaft with her lips. It feels like I only ever make her clean me... Of course, Noa probably didn't remember what happened in the Chamber of Desire...

"...Do you remember what happened earlier?"

"Hmm? Puha... Um... Huh? Now that you mention it, when exactly did sister and I fall asleep? We were making plans to protect you, Master, when Isabel sister said we had to die... Aah!! The report! The report!! Sister, wake up! We have to write the report! We only have two hours left!"

"Hmm...? Uh... Noa? When did I... More importantly, I had such a nice dream. I was being held by Master in it. It felt amazing. Hehe..."

"I'm jealous, but this isn't the time to be smiling in the afterglow! We need to write the report right now..."

Noa, flustered with my cum still on her lips, and Isabel, who was smiling bashfully as if the recent events had been nothing but a dream. I approached Noa as she grabbed Isabel's shoulders and shook her violently, then patted her own shoulder.

"Ha, M-Master?! I'm sorry!! I'll handle it immediately, so please wait just a moment!! And even though it was brief, I was so happy to be held by you and to serve you!"

Click─

"Aaaah!! No, no, no, no!! Don't die! You don't have to die!!"

I quickly knocked away Noa's hand as she pressed the cold muzzle of a pistol to her temple—I had no idea where she'd pulled it from. Isabel, who had been watching the scene with dazed eyes, asked back.

"...Don't have to die? What does that mean? Then if Master is in danger—"

"No, it's fine. I found a way while you two were asleep. From now on, can you write the report exactly as I tell you?"

I told the two awakened Saintesses everything except my conversation with the mask. The existence of the secret sanctuary only I could use—the Chamber of Desire—and the second mask I possessed. That their bodies were evolving anew, so they didn't have to worry about their identities being discovered.

Isabel cleared her throat slightly, fell into thought, then spoke immediately.

"Then your plan is to report that 'the mask was discovered in Korea, but it has not yet formed a contract with Master,' and that I should take this fake mask to the British branch instead of yours, while Noa returns to the Korean branch, correct?"

"That's right. I can't say for certain, but you probably don't need to worry about being discovered as Saintesses. Probably..."

"...Your voice doesn't sound very confident..."

"Noa, do you still not trust Master?"

"Sister, seriously."

I watched the two begin bickering again, then silently lit a cigarette. Isabel, expression unchanged, pulled a laptop from her bag and began typing.

"We have no option of not trusting Master. If Master commands it, we carry it out faithfully. That's all. I'll begin writing the report now, so Noa, you write yours while looking at this."

"...Don't start without me. We really don't match at all..."

"You're the slow one."

"You really want to get hit?"

Noa let out a deep sigh, pulled out her own laptop, dragged a chair over, and put on her glasses. The room quickly grew quiet, filled only with the clear sounds of keyboard taps. But soon a voice that grated on my ears pierced my eardrums.

"...Um, Master... About Park Jaehyeok's death... what should we do?"

Jolt. Isabel's fingers, which had been typing without hesitation, trembled and stopped. Even I, smoking my cigarette, flinched and dropped ash onto the floor.

"...Don't write it in the report. Jaehyeok died in an accident."

They still had responsibility to answer for, but it was pointless now. The person who should receive an apology was no longer here, and the person who should apologize had their very existence rewritten. Above all, since I possessed the mask, a muddy, ugly fight with the organization was practically guaranteed. I had no desire to drag the man resting comfortably into this dogfight...

"Just... don't say anything at all."

"Understood."

"Yes..."

I quietly turned my eyes from the two Saintesses, took a long drag from the cigarette in my hand, and let out a deep sigh.

"Um, Master? That is..."

"Why, what is it?"

Noa, who had been steadily writing her report, called me again as if she had another question, but trailed off.

"Behind you..."

It wasn't a question after all. Noa pointed behind me with a wry smile. I slowly turned my stiff neck in the direction of her finger. There, obscured by backlighting, was the silhouette of a woman.

"...Um, Dasom... noona?"

"...Yesss♡ Did you call for me, my Master? This devotee greets you once more♡"

"...Huh?"

Ah, I'd let out another dumbfounded sound without thinking... But this time it couldn't be helped. Semen was dripping down her thighs from her pussy, and on her pure white lower belly—right beside the butterfly tattoo on her right hip and below her navel—that bizarre character had appeared. The whore named Dasom, who now knelt in a frog-like position with both hands pressed together in prayer while the jade-colored character meaning Fanatic glowed—

"Haa...♡ My Master... My Master...♡"

She had fallen so deeply into ecstasy that drool spilled from her lips. Calling me Master, she offered fervent prayers with crazed devotion.