Move Over, I've Got Something to Try
"You want me to do something?"
"Exactly. Since we're living together now, if you want me to do anything as a sort of initiation, go ahead and say it."
Even after the whole weekend ordeal, Wi Seoyeon was still glaring at me with those narrowed eyes.
"...What are you planning to do to me."
"Fuck you silly, that's what."
Last time I turned the sensitivity multiplier up to ten times and she passed out before I could break her. No fun in that—couldn't really get the satisfaction of making her submit.
Look at that face—blushing to the roots of her hair, trying to glare at me while being all shy about it. Her proud self-image crumbling to pieces, reduced to begging for cock like the dog she is—how pathetic is that?
"Kkuk... Even if you say that, I won't submit. No matter what happens, I will never truly serve you as my master."
Wi Seoyeon spoke with fierce determination, her voice trembling only slightly.
—Tap, tap, tap...
And yet, water was streaming uncontrollably from her pussy.
"Master, didn't you say something about the sensitivity multiplier earlier?"
"Huh? I think I did mention it before we left the training ground... Jin-ryul, are you interested?"
"I didn't know the Soul Command could do things like that!"
"Yeryung told me about it over the weekend, so I tried it. Seemed to work."
"Then could you maybe do something like three thousand times the sensitivity?"
—Hiiiin!
Wi Seoyeon's entire body convulsed. She couldn't even stay conscious at ten times—just hearing "three thousand" was enough to send a cold shiver through her.
"Um... that might be a bit..."
"Just once? Please? I've only ever seen it in creative works, and I've always wanted to see it for real."
"No, absolutely not. If I did something like that, they'd replace the instructor."
"Phew..."
After rejecting Jin-ryul's request for three thousand times the sensitivity, Wi Seoyeon let out a sigh of relief.
Three thousand times is genuinely dangerous. In creative works they casually throw around "I love you three thousand times" and slap a three-thousand multiplier on it like it's nothing, but actually witnessing it is on a completely different level.
"How about you experience it firsthand? Try the ten-times that Wi Seoyeon endured for five seconds."
"Ten times? Isn't that too weak?"
"You won't know until you try."
"Mm... I'll give it a shot."
Ten times seemed manageable. She'd survived an entire night of torment and was still alive, after all.
"Then let's go?"
"Yes!"
Her spirit energy dipped slightly, and Jin-ryul began pressing her body against mine.
"How does it feel?"
"I-I can handle it..."
—Swwwluk.
"...!!!"
—Pshhhhhhhhhh!!
"Nnngh... Nnghh!!"
She put on a brave face at first, but by the time it was over, Jin-ryul was squirting her juices right through her skirt.
"You okay?"
"Aaauugh... M-Master... this is weird...! Even just my panties rubbing against it is weird..."
Direct experience really is the fastest teacher. She'd been watching nothing but three-thousand-multiplier erotic trap dungeons, and she actually believed that was normal. Needed some shock therapy to fix her sense of reality.
"Want to experience three thousand times too?"
"N-No...! I'll really die...!"
Seeing Jin-ryul collapse where she stood, legs giving out, I heard a muttering sound from the side.
"...That's a dangerous technique. That's why Instructor Wi Seoyeon obeys the master's words so readily."
Seol-hwi, who clearly understood the danger of sensitivity manipulation.
"On the flip side, it could be used positively. Your cock is already so good at hitting the sensitive spots inside, Master. If we lower the sensitivity, might we be able to feel even more connected?"
Cheonghwa, who wants to feel the warmth of our bond even more, even as pleasure is already overwhelming.
"I want to try it too. West-side-nim, what if I just make the contract as well?"
"Oh my, Saintess... Even if the Vatican tolerates love rumors, if you go and make a master-servant contract, they'll have me assassinated."
Ilena, showing a bit of interest.
And then—
"Wow... Hwan-hyeon. Do that for me later too."
"You really saw that properly?"
"Yeah. The kids from the same generation at Jujak Hall kept singing about how minor sex was so amazing. If I get this, I'll be able to feel it too, right?"
Yu-ryun, who keeps going on about minor sex, demanding she get thoroughly fucked.
"...What the hell does Jujak Hall even do?"
"No idea. They're just full of dopamine-addicted degenerates."
"This is dizzying."
I'd definitely have to visit Jujak Hall someday. I wonder if I'd be able to adjust.
—Everyone, please start eating!
From outside, Harin was calling us. It was already dinnertime.
"Anyway, besides three thousand times the sensitivity, is there anything else you want me to do?"
"Um... Master, how about inserting a vibrator into my pussy and leaving it there?"
"...?!"
The moment Cheonghwa said that, Wi Seoyeon's eyes went wide—she realized she was about to be tormented for real.
"What is that...!"
"Sounds good. Then let's set it up now and reconvene here later."
"Yes, I understand. I'll go to my room and grab the tool box."
The instant she finished speaking, Cheonghwa bolted to her room and came back moments later carrying that large box she'd shown before, giggling.
"Eechi! Which one should we try from these?"
"...How many are in here?"
"There's enough for everyone present to enjoy comfortably."
Saying we'd all enjoy adult toys comfortably—what a joke.
"Oh, there are blindfolds and tape too."
"I kept them together for simple restraint play. Good to have on hand."
"M-Master...?"
Ignoring Wi Seoyeon's worried eyes, I set the dildo down below her pussy. The tip was positioned right at her vaginal opening—once she lowered her hips, it would slide right in.
"No...! Something that big can't fit inside me..."
"Every tool I have is smaller than your cock, Master. It'll fit with plenty to spare."
"Student Cheonghwa, if you're going to do this, at least remove this disgusting thing right now...!"
"Everything is according to the master's will."
Cheonghwa had no intention of listening. And truth be told, neither did I.
"N-No...!!"
—Pffffffhh!
Thanks to Wi Seoyeon's pussy being so soaked that lube was unnecessary, it slid all the way in without any resistance.
"Aaah...! Aaauugh..."
"Hiiiik!!"
As her legs spread wide in an M-shape and pressure built inside, her vaginal muscles clenched, and her reaction grew more intense.
"I-It's so heavy inside...! Master! I'm sorry! Since I messed up, please take this...!"
"Cover her eyes and tape her mouth shut."
"Yes. I'll follow the master's orders."
"...Wait! Shit, this isn't—"
—SNAP!
"Mmmphhh!!"
Before Wi Seoyeon could even finish speaking, her mouth was sealed with tape and her eyes covered with the blindfold. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
"If we turn on all the vibrators—"
—BZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
"...!!!!!!"
An enormous vibration erupted. It hadn't even been a few seconds since the sound reached her ears, and already a thin stream of fluid was pouring from her pussy.
"Mmmmmphhh!!!"
"Looks nice. Let's come back after dinner and watch some more."
"...Yes."
—Chatter chatter.
"Mmmmmphhh!!"
Wi Seoyeon shook her head violently as if to say don't come. But by the time everyone had already turned around, no one noticed her desperate gestures.
—Wiiiiiiiiiiiii!!
The whirring of the vibrators and her muffled moans filled the room.
"Hmm? Harin?"
I went to the dining room, but Harin wasn't there. The table was sparsely set, with a few dishes missing.
—Hwan-hyeon-nim, could you come to the kitchen for a moment?
Harin's voice came from beyond the door.
"You don't have to call me. It's not like I'm some other man—having the master step into the kitchen... I'm a bit disappointed in you, Vice-head."
"...Cheonghwa? If you keep talking like that from outside, you'll get in trouble."
After a brief exchange, I headed straight to where Harin was.
"Harin, I'm com—"
What I found inside was a sight I had never expected.
"Oh, you came!"
"Harin... why are you only wearing an apron?"
"If you'd come a little earlier, you could've ravished the cooking me... How unfortunate."
How unfortunate! Too unfortunate!
"Please keep cooking like this from now on!"
This is a cultural artifact worthy of preservation. Sure, it's a sight that only I can see among all men, but I wanted to see it again someday.
"Mm... if Hwan-hyeon-nim wishes, I'll wear this when we share a room."
"Thank you!"
Wow! A naked, apron-clad, huge-boobed maid tending to me at night! I could hardly contain my anticipation.
"So, what do I need to do?"
"The reason I called you here is... because milk is shooting out from both sides. I converted too much excess yin energy at once, and it's hard to control."
True to her words, milk was spurting from both of Harin's breasts.
"I did order a breast pump, but it hasn't arrived yet..."
"What can I do to help?"
"Um... could you perhaps smell the milk coming from one breast? You can suck on the nipple, or squeeze it into a cup—either is fine."
I put my mouth right on it.
"Hwaahp!!"
"Haahng... Hehe, how is it? Does it taste good?"
—Nod nod nod!
I put her nipple in my mouth and shook my head, but it wouldn't come out no matter what. Thanks to her impossibly huge breasts and their elastic memory that always bounced back to their original shape no matter how much they stretched.
—Suuuck!!
"Haaauugh... You don't have to suck that hard..."
—Suck suck suck!
"Hyaah! My nipple is sensitive... don't lick it with your tongue, okay?!"
—Lalalalalalalalala!!
"Hiiiik!!"
Harin flinched slightly and trembled. From what I could gather, she seemed to have climaxed from nipple stimulation alone.
"Did you finish?"
"Yes... I'm embarrassed, but I climaxed."
Even as she kept fidgeting, Harin maintained her gentle smile.