Let's Showtime! The Mouth-Pussy Puppet
A quiet, steady breathing suddenly hitched for the briefest moment, and Noa finally opened her eyes. Still half-asleep, she rubbed her bleary eyes and sat up, looking like she was caught between dream and reality.
“Didn’t I tell you to sit on the bed the moment you woke up? Don’t you remember?”
“D-did you…? I’m sorry, Master… I must have been more tired than I realized.”
Noa tilted her head at the strange inconsistency in her memories, but the moment her Master spoke, every trace of suspicion and wariness vanished from her face.
“It’s fine. Before anything else, shall we check if everything’s properly installed?”
“Pardon? What do you mean by installed…?”
I slipped the phone I’d been watching her with back into my pocket and turned toward her. The only visible change was the single character glowing brightly on Noa’s forehead.
Noa, now a living puppet without the slightest awareness of her new state, simply stared at me with vacant eyes.
“Let’s see… I’m sure pressing right here will—”
Her small, pale face, the glossy black hair that swayed with every movement, and those elegant, cat-like features. Among her sharp, refined lines, the most prominent was her nose. I pressed it firmly with my index finger.
“…Hm? Is there something on my nose—”
PSSSHHH──!!♡
“—Nngyaaah?♡ Wha… mmm, eh?”
The instant I pressed her nose, her half-lidded eyes rolled back completely. Her trembling hips lifted clear off the mattress as her climax began. Gripping the pillow beside her head with white-knuckled fingers, Noa held that obscene, bridged posture while her face twisted with confusion even as she came.
Her juices poured through her panties and stockings, soaking the sheets. Her body moved on its own in the throes of pleasure, and though confusion flickered across her mind, it lasted only a moment.
“Ah, I’m sorry, Master. I came.”
Noa smiled brightly, her face still faintly flushed from orgasm, and apologized as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
I don’t know why I suddenly came or why I squirted, but it must be the most natural thing in the world.
Because a puppet moves exactly as the threads tied to its body dictate, following the puppeteer’s every gesture. That principle had been engraved into Noa’s mind alongside the brand, so she accepted the abnormal phenomenon she had just experienced as completely ordinary.
“Not bad. The keyword ‘immediate squirting orgasm when nose is pressed’ seems to be installed perfectly.”
“Keyword? Installed…? Yes, I don’t really understand, but… I’m glad it worked!”
The ‘Puppet’ brand literally transforms its bearer into a puppet. It installs ‘threads’—keywords—onto the puppet’s body parts, and when those threads are pulled, the puppet moves according to the programmed command. Pressing the thread on Noa’s nose to trigger ‘climax’ had been the demonstration.
Puppets obey their keywords with absolute fidelity and accept them without question. The only real difference from a ‘Slave’ is that slaves activate automatically while puppets require manual triggering. Still, the thrill of inserting whatever commands I wanted into a woman’s body gave me a fresh, intoxicating sense of control.
I had planted dozens of threads in her while she slept. I couldn’t wait to see what reactions, what disgraceful displays she would show me.
This was yet another punishment for Kwon Noa—retribution for her arrogance.
Kwon Noa, today you’re going to spend the entire day as my little toy doll.
“Ah… I’ve completely soaked the sheets because of me… Should we reset the room first? It’s already evening, and we need to tidy up quickly so you can eat.”
“…Yeah, sure.”
I dragged Noa—who was trying to continue the conversation as if everything were normal—onto my lap. The moment I pressed firmly on the spot below her navel, right over her womb, for three full seconds, her legs spread wide.
Between those splayed thighs, her pussy wrapped in black stockings was completely exposed. I reached down and tore the crotch of the stockings open.
“Mmm, making a lunchbox from scratch would take too long… If it’s all right with you, Master, perhaps we could order delivery for dinner tonight. I promised I would serve you, yet I fell asleep… I’m truly sorry. Starting tomorrow, I will definitely prepare proper lunchboxes…!”
“I don’t care what we eat. But don’t you feel anything right now? Anything strange? Any sense of discomfort?”
I hooked my fingers into the panties revealed beneath the torn stockings and pulled them aside. Her crotch, damp with sweat and thick with the heavy scent of female arousal, was now fully exposed to the air.
I slid the hand resting on her navel lower and flicked her clit once, activating another keyword.
“Strange? It’s just my ugly pussy drooling juices everywhere…? Ah! Now that you mention it, it does seem wetter than usual! It’s so much more slippery, stickier, and the smell is stronger. My pussy feels incredibly good right now. If I were a man, I’d want to shove it in immediately!”
“That’s impressive.”
When the clitoris receives stimulation, it gushes a massive quantity of love juice. That single keyword had turned her cunt into a flooding mess without any real foreplay.
Noa spread her own pussy lips wide, examining the fluids she was producing. I barely held back a burst of laughter as I reached out and touched her right earlobe while she wore that pure, curious expression.
“Master? Why are you touching my ea—”
The moment her right earlobe was touched, Noa’s tongue slid out. From her slack, idiotically open mouth emerged her tongue, a gleaming piercing sparkling at its center. I grabbed the chin of the drooling, slurring Noa and tilted her face up.
“Kiss?”
“Ah, yesh… Mmph…”
The second I heard her answer, I sealed our lips together. The feeling of Noa’s tongue against mine—the rough texture combined with the blunt piercing—was exquisite.
While we kissed deeply, her hips suddenly twitched, brushing against my cock. I had completely forgotten about this side of things while installing all the keywords. I hadn’t cum once today and was already at my limit… Might as well.
“Puha… Mmm… Master’s taste is so thick and delicious. May I use it as a side dish for my masturbation session later?”
“Do whatever you want with that. Right now, I’m thinking of using you. Is that okay?”
“Of course… Ah——”
The instant I pinched and tugged both of her nipples through her clothes, the light in her eyes vanished again. Those jade-colored pupils clouded over, and even the vitality in her skin began to fade. Yet Noa continued staring straight ahead. The darkness spread rapidly through her entire body. Strength left her limbs completely, and once more she became a doll.
“…….Bwehehe…”
Her once-crimson human tongue slowly shifted to a jade hue as she extended it to an unnatural length. Thick, viscous saliva of incredible consistency dripped down the writhing tongue. True to her reputation among the Saintesses for possessing an absurdly long tongue, it was thick and long enough to be mistaken for a serpent, wriggling and twitching as it stretched outward.
Yet neither her eyes nor her face showed any emotion or will. I had brought it out a little early, but this was the ‘ejaculation mode’ I had planted in Noa. It was the keyword I inserted so I could quickly cum using her proud mouth-pussy and tongue. It temporarily erased her intellect and personality, concentrating every nerve on her mouth and tongue.
Her movements were stiff like a robot’s, and because all focus was directed toward her mouth-pussy, they were somewhat dull… but the service waiting inside the mouth of this fellatio-specialized puppet would surely be an experience I had never encountered before.
“…….Slurp, gluck… lick…”
With a vacant expression, Noa’s tongue protruded from her lips and writhed violently, waiting only for my command. The obscene sound of her high-viscosity saliva and the mucous membranes inside her mouth rubbing together filled the air as she wielded the drool beading at the tip of her tongue.
I took a deep breath full of anticipation and gave the order.
“Suck.”
The moment the short command left my lips, a jade-colored tongue wrapped around my cock at terrifying speed. That snake-like tongue coiled around my shaft, raising its textured bumps to stimulate the glans. It was incredibly hot, incredibly slippery and sticky. And it felt fucking amazing.
“Slurrrrp, gluck… chuuup, slurp!”
Her gaze remained fixed on empty space. Without even checking my reaction, she licked my cock. The way she turned her tongue into an onahole and gave me a handjob with it was downright aggressive. Stripped of emotion and therefore hesitation, her movements were far more intense than usual.
The bumps were rougher and more densely packed than a normal human tongue, and the occasional brush of her piercing felt incredible. The wet, filthy sounds and the sight of Noa giving a sloppy tongue handjob while drooling everywhere excited me even more.
She felt no shame for her own disgrace, no embarrassment. She simply clung to my cock. Like a robot programmed with the single purpose of ‘making the cock ejaculate,’ she moved with mechanical consistency, licking my shaft with an utterly blank face. The sight made my blood boil.
This incredible mouth-pussy love doll was mine for the rest of her life.
“Kuh, haa…”
I threaded my fingers through Noa’s black hair and used it as a handle. It would have been nice if she had horns like Haemi-noona or Yunsol, but I could try that later. Coincidentally, the outfit she was wearing was a business suit—perfect for Noa, who valued professionalism and swift execution.
Grabbing the head of the woman who was moving her tongue as mechanically as if she were processing paperwork, I yanked her forward and thrust my cock into her slightly parted mouth, beginning to cum.
“…Gulp, kuhup… nngh-chuuup…”
“Kuh, haauk…!!”
Thick white semen filled her mouth to overflowing, spurting out from her nose as well. The pleasure of dyeing her tongue, mouth, and even nasal cavity with my cum deepened the afterglow of climax. It was satisfying, and I had cum faster and more pleasantly than usual. This puppet ejaculation mode was surprisingly useful.
“Chuuup… gulp…………”
When the final spurts of semen from my glans subsided, Noa swallowed with an audible gulp, then carefully licked every drop of cum from my cock. After completing her cleaning duty, she finally unwound the tongue that had been coiled around my shaft. Her melted, softened tongue and my still-rigid cock remained connected by sticky strands of saliva and semen.
I could keep going. Plenty of keywords remained installed on her body.
“…Good girl. Then now…”
I reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack. Without a word, she slid her skirt down and turned her black-stocking-covered ass toward me. Between those cheeks, her pussy—noticeably wetter than before beneath the torn stockings—caught my eye.
Of course, simply using this hole would be fun, but…
“After all, it’s more entertaining to watch the reaction when I actually thrust inside.”
“Ah———”
I raised my thumb and lightly tapped Noa’s left temple. A short moan escaped her.
The woman who had been standing motionless like a robot suddenly let out a voice and began to tremble. Her eyes spun erratically. The violent shaking gradually subsided, and then—
“Ah, fuck… My head… Where the hell am I…?”
Noa looked around with a voice dripping with irritation, turning her head left and right.
From behind her, I called out her name.
“Kwon Noa?”
“…Huh? What the hell. Who are you, old man? Why are you here with me? Ha…”
Completely unlike her usual gentle demeanor, this was the sharp expression she only showed when things weren’t going her way. On top of that, she was glaring at me as if she genuinely didn’t recognize who I was. I barely suppressed my laughter.
The keyword planted on her left temple was ‘rewind mental age by five years.’ In other words, Noa’s current mental state had reverted to how she was five years ago. There was no way she would remember me. However—
“Don’t you remember? You promised this old man you’d have sex with him today.”
Even if her mind didn’t remember, her body was that of a Saintess. It remembered its Master. Saintesses offer absolute obedience to their Master’s words and believe them unconditionally.
Noa, having regained the sharp edge of her adolescent years, scratched her head in confusion even as she began stripping off her clothes and walking toward me.
“….What? Did I…? Why would I agree to sleep with some old man I don’t even know…? Well, if that’s what you say, old man.”