Chapter 173: Sensory Deprivation Trap (4)
Chapter 173: Sensory Deprivation Trap (4)
Long, pointed ears. The first word that came to mind was 'Elf,' but I couldn't easily wrap my head around it. After all, Elves were a race that only appeared in fantasy novels.
Of course, being a different race from a fantasy world wasn't exactly a foreign concept. I’d already seen plenty of fantasy-style monsters. I couldn't even count the number of monsters I'd defeated on both hands, and more than a few had participated in my defeat play.
Slimes, Unicorns, Bicorns, and even Noe-rang, Rang-i’s father.
They were all imaginary creatures that didn't exist in reality. If that were the case, then it wasn't so strange for other races commonly found in fantasy novels, like Elves or Dwarves, to appear as well.
‘Besides, I am currently inside a Gate.’
The Villain Association was built inside a Gate. It wasn't like the Association existed from the very beginning; there must have been indigenous inhabitants inside the Gate, and the villains likely took it over after defeating them. Perhaps they were driven out by powerful villain factions like the Hypnotist or the Beast Tamer and forced into hiding.
If the primary monsters of this Gate were 'Elves,' then everything clicked into place. It explained why this man lived hidden in the forest and why he kept his entire body covered in cloth.
‘...Wait, but isn't this guy an executive of the Villain Association?’
My train of thought hit a snag. The man before me was the Magic Tool Maker and an Elf. But why would someone who was supposedly hiding after a tragic invasion by the Villain Association actually be one of its executives?
It seemed I wouldn't find a clear answer until more information was provided. I pushed the thought of the Magic Tool Maker’s long ears aside and focused instead on his long dick.
"Haa... ♡"
His long ears were a dark, chocolatey brown, and his dick was the same.
It was a bit lighter than a Black man's skin. Thick, bulging veins lined the surface. The skin looked somewhat soft. I could feel a thumping pulse. Despite his thin voice, his dick was remarkably masculine, looking as if it were currently intent on pumping semen into my mouth.
I was inwardly curious about how an Elf's dick might differ from a human's, but visually, there wasn't much of a difference. From its appearance to the blatant desire to ram into the female before him, it was exactly the same.
If there was one difference, however...
"Ugh, ugh... the smell..."
This dick—even smelling it again, the scent was incredible. If it was like this before he’d even pulled back the foreskin, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like once he did.
Why was it like this? Did Elves naturally have a stronger scent due to their race?
Since I already took it as a given that the Magic Tool Maker was an Elf, I began to speculate on various reasons.
‘Since Elves live so long, maybe they lack a sense of time... and just forget to wash their dicks?’
In some works, Elves are depicted as having weak sexual desires, leading them toward extinction because they don't breed. I tried to make a wild guess that maybe he didn't feel the need to wash his dick because of that, but that clearly wasn't the case here.
"I told you to take it in your mouth. You'd better hurry up."
Looking at the Magic Tool Maker, who was treating my mouth like a mouth-pussy and bobbing his dick in front of my lips, it was impossible to say an Elf's libido was weak. This was the man who had created bizarre sex traps like the sensory deprivation trap and the onahole synced to a pussy.
If anything, it wouldn't be surprising if a guy like this went around ravishing all his fellow Elves. I felt like I would just nod in understanding even if I pulled back that foreskin and found the smell of residue mixed with urine, semen, and love juice.
"Eeeek...?!"
There was no smell of love juice, but the scent itself was beyond anything I had imagined. Perhaps he didn't wash at all because he lived in the forest.
The problem wasn't just the olfactory aspect. The moment he pulled back the foreskin, I was so shocked by the sight of something piled up as white as a heavy snowfall that I reflexively held my breath.
"E-excuse me... is this, by any chance..."
"It's called smegma. It's not your first time seeing it, is it?"
"Ugh, blegh..."
A pungent, funky smell pierced my nose. He used the sophisticated term 'smegma,' but I knew the more common name for it.
"Smegma... it stinks... ♡"
Even if he hadn't been ravishing women, a man living alone in the forest couldn't possibly leave his dick entirely unused. He obviously urinated, and he surely masturbated whenever his sexual desires flared up.
Furthermore, the Magic Tool Maker was someone with a history of creating onaholes synced to other women's pussies. He might have picked any woman, modeled an onahole after her pussy, and used it to masturbate.
‘Considering the racial traits of an Elf, he should be a neutral, handsome young man, but does even a guy like that get this much smegma if he doesn't wash well?’
In any case, what was certain was that the traces left by urine, pre-cum... and semen were now coating the Elf man's—the Magic Tool Maker's—dick in the form of smegma.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and take it."
...And I was the one who had to clean it.
"Mmph ♡"
I cautiously opened my mouth and took the circumcised dick inside. It wasn't that I’d never seen a dick with smegma before, but I was a bit flustered because I’d never seen this much of it.
‘The funky smell... the thick, gooey texture... and the salty, bitter taste of the smegma...’
If my bodily senses were fully intact, I wouldn't have been turned on by the smegma itself. Instead, I would have felt my pussy getting soaking wet as I became aroused by the fact that I was cleaning a man's filth with my mouth, sending me into heat. But because I was under the sensory deprivation magic, I couldn't feel any of that.
They say the pleasure gained from defeat play is mental, but I eventually realized that mental and physical pleasure are connected.
I get aroused while being humiliated, making my pussy tingle, and as my pussy gets wet from being tormented, I think of myself as a woman who gets turned on by such shameful treatment, which puts me in heat again.
In this way, mental pleasure triggers physical pleasure, and physical pleasure brings back mental pleasure, creating a cycle that amplifies more and more.
However, right now, that bridge was completely severed by the sensory deprivation magic. No matter how much of a pervert I was, with no sensation in my lower body, it was difficult to get aroused solely through the smell and taste I experienced while cleaning the smegma.
"How interesting. Even though I've assigned a mere dick-washer to clean my smegma, you don't look happy about it."
"Mmph...?!"
"I told you I'd let you out of the trap if you did a good job, so why are you making a face like you're being punished?"
"Chyup, mmph ♡ T-that's... h-heeeeeeek ♡?!"
The Magic Tool Maker acted mischievously and, for a fleeting moment, deactivated the sensory deprivation.
"Khuuuh ♡ K-kh-heeeeeek...... ♡"
"How was it? It was only for a moment."
The moment the sensory deprivation magic was lifted, I felt like my brain was literally melting.
As my long-dormant bodily senses kicked back in, everything the tentacles in the trap had been doing to my breasts, my ass, and my pussy turned into pleasure and came rushing in all at once. Like a dam that was already at its limit suddenly bursting, I was swept away by an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy.
In that one second the sensory deprivation magic was lifted, I felt dozens of things.
My pussy squirting. My breasts and buttocks, which had grown massive. Two tentacles that had pushed deep into my anal and pussy, thumping against my stomach. My lower body, soaking wet with aphrodisiacs, love juice, and sweat. Tentacles pinching my nipples. Even my areolas, dripping with the milk I’d sprayed out.
If the sensory deprivation had been lifted for even a few seconds longer, I surely would have fainted.
"You can... deactivate that... hng ♡ whenever you want...?! "
"Of course. I'm the creator, after all."
I didn't know. I didn't know the Magic Tool Maker could wake or kill my senses at any time, as if flipping a switch.
However, there was something even more bewildering. The moment the sensory deprivation was lifted, the pleasure from the tentacles was transmitted directly to my brain, and at the same time, the thick smell of the dick and smegma invading my nose captivated me.
It was absurd. Something that had felt disgusting just a moment ago now felt erotic.
This was... right, it was a trick. My body felt it because of the tentacles in the trap, but because I happened to smell that foul scent at the same time, I was misidentifying the cause.
"Oh, it looks like you like this. Shall I do it again?"
"N-no... it's too much, it's hard... you don't have to lift the magic... ugh, khuuh ♡?!"
I was in trouble. The Magic Tool Maker had figured out my weakness.
The pussy that climaxed the moment the sensory deprivation magic was lifted. Simultaneously, the musky scent of the male that seeped deep into my bronchial tubes as I inhaled. I was gradually being tamed by the sensation of my trachea and lungs being completely smeared with cock-filth.
"Yes, that's it. Take it in your mouth. If you slowly melt the smegma with your saliva and peel it off..."
"Chyup, slurp... ♡"
"Good girl. This time, a reward for your hard work—deactivating sensory deprivation!"
"O-oh?! Oooh... ♡!"
As expected of my stupid, airheaded female body, it fell for the trick so easily. I was feeling good because of the tentacles' training-caresses in the trap, but I was mistaking it for feeling good every time I smelled his dick.
This was dangerous. This was very dangerous. If that misunderstanding and delusion became firmly rooted, it wouldn't be long before I became a woman who climaxed every time she smelled smegma.
"Don't just look at the dick. This part feels left out."
"Khuuh ♡"
Not only that, the Magic Tool Maker shifted his body slightly and rested his hairy balls on my face.
Was it because he was wearing thick layers of clothing to hide his physique? Or was it because he had run through the humid forest to reach the place where the sensory deprivation trap was installed? His balls were also drenched in sweat, and the smell was extremely potent.
Sucking his dick and climaxing as the sensory deprivation was lifted.
Licking his balls and climaxing as the sensory deprivation was lifted.
Cleaning his smegma and climaxing as the sensory deprivation was lifted.
Through the repeated training, I suffered defeat after defeat, exactly as the Magic Tool Maker intended.
"Mmm... I'm about to blow. It's all thanks to you, so I'll give you a special treat and cum on your face."
"On my... face...?"
"No, would 'face' be the wrong word? For someone like you, the term 'Facial Cum Tray' seems more appropriate."
The Magic Tool Maker treated a beautiful girl's face like a facial cum tray without a second thought. He laughed in a high-pitched voice and continued.
"Oh, and this time, I'll really lift the sensory deprivation magic and save you right away. You mustn't faint, okay?"
"E-eh, wait, if you lift the magic again, hng... ♡"
After finishing the smegma cleaning, licking his balls clean with my tongue, and diligently sucking his dick until he reached ejaculation, I arrived at the final hurdle.
‘Facial.’
If I got a facial and the sensory deprivation magic was lifted here, I would be fooled again. My body would mistake the pleasure it felt for the pleasure of having semen sprayed on my face.
A woman who climaxes just from taking semen on her face... that's just too...
‘Filthy ♡’
But the Magic Tool Maker's semen had already risen halfway up his urethra.
The moment it fired, the sensory deprivation magic was lifted, and the hot, sticky semen landed on my face... no, as he said, on the 'facial cum tray.'
At the same time, due to the effect of the sensory deprivation being lifted, the pleasure from the tentacles caressing my body rushed in all at once...
"...A-ah?"
Something was strange.
I couldn't feel it at all. The pleasure of the tentacles ravishing my body.
My body, soaked in aphrodisiacs, was simply burning hot; there was no additional stimulation. It meant the tentacles had pulled away from my body a while ago and weren't doing anything.
Inside the trap, from the neck down, my body was fine. Nothing was clinging to me; I was just standing there.
"U-ugh, khuuh?! Oh, oh, kheeek ♡?!"
And yet, the climax came. The only stimulation currently being applied to my body was the facial.
I had already fallen deep into the delusion. This stupid female body had understood that smelling the dick, sucking the balls, and licking the smegma were all triggers for climax.
...It had accepted even getting covered in semen on the face as a stimulus that 'naturally' meant I had to go.
"Haa, hng ♡ Haaah... ♡"
Furthermore, as semen was sprayed on my face, I could taste, smell, and feel it every time I breathed in and out. Even though there was no more stimulation from the tentacles, I was busy climaxing repeatedly just from this.
"Wow, you're completely broken."
The Magic Tool Maker watched me and giggled for a long time before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me out of the trap. Although I had escaped, I was still out of my mind, squirting and trembling.
"...Well, I promised. I suppose I should return you to normal."
The Magic Tool Maker had promised to revert my breasts and buttocks, which had been enlarged by the sensory deprivation trap, and my lactation-prone constitution.
He grabbed my legs and dragged me somewhere, but I ended up fainting along the way.
"Mmm...?"
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a log cabin in the middle of a forest.