I Won't Break
"I won't break."
"Chuuup♡"
"Huuuuh, fuu... damn, you're really good at this. As expected of Brynhildr."
"Chup♡ Not at all happy with your praise, chwap♡"
"Really?"
"Chuuup♡"
I stroke the head of Brynhildr, who dreamily takes my glans into her mouth like she's drunk, and let out a pretended sigh of relief—actually savoring the feel of her oral mucosa clinging to my dick and the delightful sensation of her tongue meticulously licking the underside.
Thank god the timing worked out perfectly. I almost got caught.
If it had been even 0.1 seconds later, this sow would've had no choice but to notice. Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom.
I'd anticipated from the start that Brynhildr would only try to insert one finger. No matter her backstory or whatever, the only reason we'd reached this point in our relationship was because I had her weakness in my grasp. Sure, Brynhildr looked utterly depraved in her actions—like she'd lost all rationality—but as lewd as she was, it wasn't enough to strip her of her qualifications as a heroine of justice. So I knew she'd sense the danger in my controlled exposure training, stay on guard against it, and try to break free.
That would've been a real problem. Exposure doesn't require any special tools—it's just stripping somewhere in secret, a pervert's game. If I'd let her insert even one finger right then, Brynhildr would've declared right there that she wasn't an exhibitionist, then secretly masturbate with exposure plays on her own to satisfy her lust.
But—and I'll say it again—that would've been a huge issue.
Why else would I physically leash her, yank it constantly, or whisper from the shadows, [I'm watching you from all sides], to etch my presence as her master into her mind?
It was all to collar her utterly lascivious nature—to make her understand that her exhibitionism, the pleasure from it, only came because I was there commanding her.
"Chuuuup♡ D-does it feel good, Master?"
"Yeah, you're doing great. Improving day by day. As expected of my sow."
"...I have never been your sow, Master♡ N-not that... chuuup♡"
"Saying that with my dick in your mouth."
"Chuboobooop♡"
If I didn't leash her, this silver-haired sow—who's now deliciously slurping my dick and naturally shifting into a vacuum blowjob—would surely fail to conquer her lewd instincts. She'd end up like in the sequel, fucking anyone and everyone she saw, becoming the world's top slut.
This was no exaggeration: it was one of the key branching points deciding the success of Brynhildr's training. That's why I pretended to give her a chance to escape my control, repeatedly stopping time in that black-and-white world to carefully spread my index and middle fingers around the finger she kept trying to shove into her pussy—pushing myself a bit to act.
All to tightly collar Brynhildr and her body to me.
Of course, with a max stop of only 4 seconds, her posture kept collapsing when time resumed, creating risky moments where she might grow suspicious. But the veil of night beyond the streetlamp's glow hid me each time, averting crisis.
And the result? The sight before me now: Brynhildr, lost in ecstasy, licking my dick.
"Chup♡ Even after all this service with my mouth-pussy, the scent isn't fading—in fact, it's getting stronger♡ I tried wrapping my tongue around it, cooling it down, but it's like a hot pillar now... haa♡ churrrslurp♡"
"Heh heh heh."
She shivers under my gaze, nostrils flaring at the musky cock scent filling her nose, rubbing her cheeks against my precious dick like it's a holy relic held gently in both hands. Brynhildr had drawn one step closer to being a filthy sow.
I let out another inner sigh of relief at my layered luck, then taunted her.
"See? You're a lewd sow deep down. Pretending otherwise, but you find ultimate bliss in obeying your master's commands—a lascivious, filthy sow."
"Chubobobop♡ Even if you humiliate me like that...♡"
"Oh yeah? But you admitted it yourself. Shoving three fingers into your pussy, admitting you're a good little exhibitionist maso-sow who loves obeying my orders. So why act up now?"
Churrrrslurp—Brynhildr, who'd been licking from root to tip, flushed crimson and yelled at me.
"Th-that's not it! I was definitely only going to put in one...♡"
"Then who did? What did I just see? I clearly watched with my own two eyes you admitting you're a filthy sow who loves obeying me. Are you saying your master is lying? What an insolent sow. Thinking you're so pretty, you can just insult your owner."
"Hng♡ Y-you're slapping my cheeks with your dick... stop♡ Hitting my cheeks with a dick—how can you do something so filthy...♡"
Slap slap♡ I smack her cheeks with my glistening, saliva-slick dick. It's so huge that swinging my hips left and right sends her face whipping along with it.
Brynhildr clicks her tongue at my words—tch—but clearly loves how it stimulates her masochism. She gently tugs her nipples, letting out a silent moan of ecstasy.
"Looks like since I haven't creampied your pussy lately, you're building up complaints. Grab the streetlamp and stick out your ass. Spread your ass and pussy."
"S-such... exposure sex? You said it'd only be exposure masturbation...♡"
"That was the plan, but you lied. Student council president, my ass. I saw you shove three fingers in with my own eyes, yet you spew bullshit."
"Huu♡ In a place like this...♡"
Chup♡ Brynhildr trembles as if the thought alone makes her dizzy, lips curling up. She lifts her head to the dick thrust before her nose and kisses the urethral opening.
"See? You're so excited by my command, kissing my dick right away."
"Huuung♡ H-how should I spread it for you...♡"
"Gonna make me tell you that too? Looks like you just want more punishment..."
"You want me to tempt you myself, showing off my filthy form...♡ That's what you mean, right?"
"If you get it, hurry up and prep that sow pussy like a good pig."
"Haah♡"
Slap♡ Only after one more dick-slap does Brynhildr slowly rise. Her lips stay curled from the cheek-smacks as she hugs her massive tits, body quivering. She shakes her huge tits and royal ass wildly, then approaches the streetlamp where her leash is tied.
How will Brynhildr seduce me? I'm excited as she grips the lamp, thinks for a moment, then turns to me.
Her pussy twitches under my heated gaze—she's gone again. In a sultry voice that tickles my ears, she says,
"I don't know what vile trick you pulled, but I won't break. I won't submit to a mere dick like yours...♡"
"Guh...!"
Shockingly, she lifts one leg high into an I-shape.
"Never. No matter how good it feels to obey you, I won't become your sow...♡"
One hand on the lamp, waist twisted halfway toward me—the weight of those massive tits makes me worry she'll topple, but she holds the filthy pose steady without a tremor. She even uses the hand that was supporting her raised leg to peek♡ spread her pussy, biting her lip as she stares at me.
If succubi existed in imagination, it'd be this sow right here.
I press my dick to her pussy hole, spread by her index and middle fingers, and grill her.
"And you still say you're not a sow?"
"Haa♡ No, even in this filthy pose exposing my slutty pussy and asshole to you, I absolutely, absolutely won't become your lewd sow just because—kkhrooooook♡"
"Insolent bitch!"
I ram my dick straight in!