Fixing Three-Year-Old Habits

Every time I drove my hips forward while prying apart those thick, plump pussy lips, her ass rippled in waves. The sharp smacks of flesh colliding with flesh rang out like crashing surf, accompanied by the sticky mucus that clung between us.

"Your grip's gotten weaker. Squeeze tighter."

".................."

I slapped the massive ass mounted on top of me as I lay at the edge of the bed. Hands braced on her knees to steady her shaking body, I watched the female form roll her hips, breasts bouncing heavily. The jade-colored meat hole swallowing my cock amid white foam began to purse its lips tight.

"............"

Unlike the pussy writhing with tentacles, her face remained utterly expressionless and emotionless. Without sweating a drop, Natsuki Hana stared at her own reflection in the mirror with wide, unblinking eyes. Even when I grabbed her ass, spread the cheeks, and shoved my thumb into her anus, there was no reaction. Any normal woman would have screamed for me to stop out of sheer shame. But Hana couldn't manage even that obvious response.

Because she was now a living doll who had lost her soul and her will.

"Still, it looks like it feels good when I scratch the back at the same time? Every time my finger moves, her pussy twitches in perfect sync. Pretty entertaining."

Even though she'd lost her soul, the body left behind still functioned normally. I adjusted our position, laying Hana face-down on the bed, then thrust my cock back inside while digging my index finger into her anus. After forcing past the powerful pressure and sinking in to the second knuckle, her ass shivered violently.

As I kept pounding my cock into her and wiggling my finger, the body responded with perfect obedience. The intervals between convulsions grew shorter. Her waist began bouncing off the mattress.

Was she about to cum?

"No. Don't you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dare cum without my permission."

"......................Nngh."

The fierce spasms immediately died down at my whisper. A pitiful aftershock lingered in the faint trembling of her flesh and the twitching of her toes. Hana's body was silently begging me to let it finish.

"...Even your body is an insolent little thing."

I looked down at the body defying its new master and let out a snort. I wasn't actually angry. This reaction from a body reduced to pure instinct made perfect sense. All I had to do was personally teach this mindless flesh basic etiquette and the proper hierarchy between master and toy.

I would erase every last trace of Harumu from Natsuki Hana's body and fill it to the brim with Choi Woo-joo. Time to carve new habits onto this pure white canvas.

First, I pulled my cock free from her pussy, which had been teetering on the edge of climax. It came out with a wet squelch, strings of mucous membrane still clinging to the shaft. Her gaping hole kept opening and closing like it was screaming to be filled again, radiating heat.

The urge to slam straight back inside was almost overwhelming, but I held back and commanded her.

"Stand up."

"..............."

With the same dull movements, she slowly rose and stood at attention before me. A faint pink flush had crept across her previously unchanging face. Though it was nothing more than an empty shell, the body was still honest in its reactions.

"...Put both hands together below your navel. Spread your legs inward, thrust your hips forward."

After considering the sight for a moment, I ordered her into a humiliating pose. Without the slightest delay, Hana obeyed. She modestly joined her hands, spread her legs in a wide inward stance, thrust her hips out, and presented her dripping pussy.

The vulgar position left her urethra, pubic hair, and clitoris completely exposed. I liked it.

"You're not Natsuki Hana anymore. You're Sex Processing Doll Number One. A mere toy trying to cum before its owner? That's unacceptable."

"................."

I gently stroked her pubic hair with one hand while pinching her nipple and large areola with the other.

"This is now your default standby pose. Until I give you a specific order, you will always wait like this. If you understand, cum right now. Squirting from your pussy is the only answer you're allowed to give. Understood?"

"....................Nngh."

Pssshoo—♡

Instead of words, Hana's hips shuddered as she released the climax she'd been holding back. Her pussy spasmed wildly, spraying white mist while opening and closing like it was gasping for breath. The contrast was delicious—the lower half reeking of raw female scent while her face only showed the faintest blush.

Her pubic hair looked neatly trimmed. Maybe I should let it grow out. Or shave it completely bare. Her areolas and nipples were far larger than the other Saintesses'. The thought of making her spray milk from them was incredibly arousing.

I ran my gaze over Hana's body. There were endless places to play with. A lewd, carnal form hidden beneath that cold, intelligent appearance.

......I couldn't hold back anymore. The rest could wait. For now, I would make this pussy mine and mine alone.

"...Push your ass out. And from now on, always squirt your pussy juices before I insert."

"...................."

Without a word, Hana spread her vaginal entrance and gushed out thick, sticky nectar. The glistening jade-colored mucous membrane, drenched and shining, looked unbearably appetizing.

I pressed my glans against the source of that flowing waterfall of mucus and pushed my hips forward. The hole was hotter than any normal human's, tighter, and moved like a living creature all its own. I buried my entire length inside, took a slow breath, and whispered into her ear.

"...Create a mucous membrane that clings tightly right behind the glans. And form tentacles on the upper wall. Make them thin and upright, squeezing me with the feeling of gentle rubbing."

I deliberately revealed my sensitive weak points to her.

Slurp...♡

"Ugh...! Yes, just like that..."

The body currently enveloping my cock was, for all its appearance, a Saintess. A creature capable of freely reshaping its vaginal environment to extract semen from a man. By imprinting my weaknesses onto that flesh and accelerating the transformation, I would complete my personal onahole pussy.

Tentacles, bumps, and membranes that attacked only the exact spots I loved. It was a long-forgotten feeling of utter helplessness. The kind of pleasure that made me feel like I could cum without even moving—this was it.

"Squeeze harder. Make the inside even hotter. Because your pussy belongs to me from now on."

"....................."

Still climaxing and squirting fluids, Hana obeyed. It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her version of "understood." The temperature rose further. The protrusions sprouting across the violently writhing tentacles grew more intense.

The overwhelming pleasure set my brain cells on fire. My feet locked up; I couldn't move. I barely kept myself upright with the hand gripping Hana's ass, but I had reached my limit.

"Kuh, haa...! I'm... cumming...!!"

".............."

I poured my seed deep into the meat doll's womb. The moment that first load entered her, the Saintess instincts must have awakened. A chilling sensation I hadn't felt in ages raced down my spine. The ecstasy of ejaculating into a milking creature's cunt—a hole specialized in wringing out every drop of vitality.

It didn't stop there. Even as I came, Hana's walls clung tighter, greedily demanding more and more semen. After I finished, the still-hard cock was immediately assaulted again. The way the meat doll's vagina so skillfully attacked the weak points I'd just taught her shocked me so much that I yanked my hips back.

"...You don't still have any soul left or anything... do you?"

"...................."

That was impossible. Not a flicker of emotion showed on Hana's face. She was a living doll. Her soul had definitely burned away.

But....

Slurp. Slurp──!

Inside the narrow pussy, the tentacles thrashed wildly, still hunting for my cock.

"......"

Curious, I reached out and touched one of the writhing tentacles. The soft membrane immediately pulled my finger deeper inside.

It felt... like some fragment of Natsuki Hana's original madness remained. Without reason to restrain it, her movements seemed more feral and savage than any other Saintess.

Since I held full control over the body as its owner, there was nothing to fear... but that hole...

"...I need to be very careful with this one."

A mad meat hole that wouldn't even grant me the freedom to move my own hips. If I wasn't careful, even I might lose my mind and drown in that pleasure.

"..............♡"

"Wait, just now..."

While wiping sweat from my brow and fondling Hana's plump ass, I caught something in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. For a split second, it looked like the corner of her mouth had twitched upward.

"I'm back~ Huh? You already finished once!"

The moment I stepped closer to check Hana's face, Noa burst through the door with a bright smile, plastic bag in hand. Right—I had sent her out for cigarettes...

"So how was this woman's pussy? From the amount you came, it looks like you shot even more than when you used my mouth pussy. I'm getting a little jealous..."

"More useful than I expected. And what's there to be jealous about..."

I pulled the cigarettes and condoms from the bag Noa brought and set them on the table.

"Perfect timing. Noa, clean this up."

I sat in the chair, lit a cigarette, and pointed at my semen-covered cock. Noa scratched her cheek with a face that seemed to say Again?, clearly disappointed.

"...It feels a bit pathetic eating leftovers, but alright..."

"Don't sulk. While you're at it, teach Hana how to clean cock with her mouth. If she behaves ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and does a good job, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'll fuck your pussy too."

"Really?! Ehehe...♡ Why didn't you say so sooner! I'll call her Hana, okay? Come here, Hana. Kneel in front of Master. Look at this cock covered in your pussy juices and semen. Doesn't it look delicious?♡"

"..............."

Noa's face suddenly lit up with energy again. She grabbed Hana's hand and hurried her along, giggling. Hana stared expressionlessly at the semen-drenched cock while Noa extended her long tongue and began cleaning. Hana watched with a dazed look as Noa taught her every technique from tongue movement to proper cleaning procedure, then stuck her own tongue out.

As expected, receiving simultaneous service from a Saintess with peerless tongue skills and a doll who was already improving, I exhaled a long plume of smoke.

".....Huu."

Enough playing around. I needed to review my plans for using Natsuki Hana one more time. Could I carry out the plan without issues? Were there any obstacles that might interfere?

The moment my words ended, a black pillar rose silently in the center of the room. The small gust it released made Noa, who had been obsessively licking my cock, turn around. Everyone's eyes except Hana's focused on the darkness. From within it, a sparkling silver figure emerged.

Flowing hair that held the colors of the rainbow within silver strands. A pure white shirt adorned with frills and ribbons. A black skirt embroidered with gold thread. A beauty who carried the elegant tradition of a noble lady in both body and face.

"...It's been a while, Master."

The silver woman smiled with a stiff expression, her jade-colored eyes sparkling. It was Isabelle.