Yoon Ayoung (5)

Yoon Ayoung (5) — Incheon Central Library, 4th Floor Women's Restroom

Along with the message, her body flashed with light.

That overflowing radiance stretched out in a long thread, and I could feel it connecting to my own body.

"Mmm— haahm— beeeh—"

The white light spilling from the body of the girl diligently lavishing my fingers with her tongue stretched out and linked itself to me.

I knew it instinctively.

That was the 'proof' that she had become my believer.

I caressed the dazzling white line with my fingertips. It had no physical form, so I couldn't actually grab hold of it.

"Stop."

"Uu... uuuuh, o, oppa."

At my single word, she froze mid-motion and whimpered. When I stroked her head, her face melted back into pure happiness, and I observed her while checking my faith points.

Faith that had been steadily accumulating since I hadn't spent any in a day.

I dug through Sanctuary Management, poking around the amenities section.

The moment I clicked on Believer's Room, an ordinary room glowing with a green marker shimmered into place. On the minimap, I placed it at the far end of the second floor, where the camp members never went.

"Ayoung."

"Y-yes!"

"I distinctly remember telling you to stop."

At my playful smile, Yoon Ayoung's face flushed crimson to the point of bursting. Fidgeting restlessly, she kept rubbing her crotch against my thigh.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I c-can't. I can't hold it anymore!"

"It's fine, it's fine. Go ahead, all you want."

"Th-thank you. Haaahn! Haang!"

In time with her eager movements, something damp began seeping into my pants. Before I knew it, my soaked trousers squelched and let out lewd, sticky sounds.

Squelch— squelch—

"Haang! Haaang! O, oppa! Please! P-please!"

Against that innocent face, those unbalanced eyes brimming with lust, my cock swelled until it felt like it would tear apart. The girl, who had been frantically rubbing herself against the small hill bulging from my pants, grinned wickedly. Creeping closer, she licked my ear and whispered.

"I c-can't take it anymore. H-hurry and love me, please."

I checked the minimap and the Believer's Room still under construction.

Twenty seconds — time to start moving. I scanned the minimap for any camp members who might be on my route. Lee Gyeongmin and Kim Cheolsu were on the rooftop, Seong Gaeul was still on the third floor. And Seo Taesan was dug in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the fourth floor, not coming out.

Lightly holding Yoon Ayoung against me, I rose to my feet. Then I began rubbing my straining, ready-to-burst cock against her panties.

"Haang! Haaaang!"

Far from resisting, Yoon Ayoung matched my movements, pushing back against me and grinding her pussy in return.

"I love you! I love you! O, oppa! I love you so, so, so, so, so much!"

As we moved toward the second floor, she repeated the same words over and over as if her mind had melted away. The decibel level of those sticky endearments would have been unimaginable from the usual Yoon Ayoung. And every time she cried out, the thread connecting her and me flashed brilliantly.

"Mmph...! Hah...! Mmmuh—"

I sealed her mouth with mine and quickened my pace. The path didn't matter anyway — I could walk it by watching the minimap.

It was just past one in the afternoon. Kang San and Kim Eunbyeol would be back by three at the latest, and after that we'd all have to gather for a meal whether we liked it or not. Well, I could have ignored that, but it wasn't the time yet. Things had already gone this far, and I could always pin everyone down with telekinesis and do as I pleased.

The faith income rate, which had jumped from 50 to 200 in an instant, lingered in my mind. Even if I did nothing at all, 4,800 faith points would be deposited in a single day.

This was efficiency that no amount of hunting could match. And it wasn't something I could obtain simply by coercing people into believing in me. It was a figure made possible only by her voluntary faith and obedience.

The brilliantly glowing line linking Yoon Ayoung and me fluctuated even brighter in time with her emotions.

"Give me your, your grace, oppa!"

Her tongue was scraping up my saliva as if stealing it. Liquid of Subordination layered on itself, intensifying her heat and her subordination all the more.

We walked to the far end of the pitch-dark second-floor reading room, the electricity long dead. Only the continuous, obscene sounds of our saliva exchange echoed through the darkness.

Following the minimap, I opened the door of the completed Believer's Room.

Creeeak—

A room with a clean, tidy interior welcomed us. I flicked the switch right beside the door, and the ceiling light came on. Well, that much I could afford easily enough.

And the moment had come to decide where my next faith points would go, automatically.

Confirming the goal, I laid her body down on the soft bed. Her head swayed gently, and her long hair fanned out evenly across the mattress. Yoon Ayoung, her face flushed deep red, kept reaching her hands out toward me.

"O, oppa. Oppa, oppa."

Savoring that soaked, honeyed voice, I buried my face in the crook of her neck. Maybe because she hadn't washed, her natural body scent had only grown richer. At every sniff of my breath, her body squirmed and twisted. As if determined not to let me go, I could feel Yoon Ayoung's arms and legs wrapping tight around my head and waist before I knew it.

"Ayoung, you need to wash first, don't you?"

When I pointed at the tiny shower stall — a studio apartment's worth of amenities crammed into one corner — Yoon Ayoung bolted upright in shock.

"I-I'm sorry! It's, it's just that I'm so dumb again — do, do I smell really bad?"

"No. Honestly, I liked it."

"R-really?"

"Mm. Did you put on perfume or something?"

"N-no! It's my own smell!"

Her voice rose oddly, as if she were strangely delighted. Still, she must have felt anxious — I could feel her glancing sidelong at the shower stall. She clearly wanted to wash now but couldn't bear to interrupt what I was doing.

"Ayoung, shall we get you washed first, then?"

"Y-yes! Um... f-from where to where should I wash?"

From where to where. The way she waited for my instruction for every single thing truly was like a puppy.

"Start with your clothes. Take them off."

"Y-yes!"

Without a moment's hesitation, she began peeling off the clothes she wore. With each layer that slipped away, her stark white nakedness was revealed like a maddening tease.

"Underwear too."

"...Yes, sir."

As the pink lingerie came off, I saw breasts that seemed made to curl perfectly into my hands, and nipples of a deep, untouched pink that had never known a tan. Sensing my gaze, Yoon Ayoung writhed — then hurriedly pulled off her panties too.

Standing upright before me, she flinched and jolted as my eyes traveled down her body, her skin flinching wherever my gaze landed.

"Uhn! Hnngh!"

I looked at the small, neatly trimmed patch of hair and the glistening mound of the girl curling tighter and tighter into herself.

"Uuuuuuuh!"

As if barely holding something back, Yoon Ayoung clamped her jaw shut and let a moan leak out between her teeth.

"Ayoung."

"Y-yes!"

"What's that thing down there?"

"Uu, uuuhn!"

Embarrassed by my question, both her hands moved to cover her pussy, hiding it.

"Tsst!"

"Ah! I-I'm sorry!"

Startled, she dropped her hands and flailed. The slick secretion flowing from her pussy touched the floor.

"Ayoung. I asked you what that is."

"It's the j-jelly that comes out when a woman gets excited!"

"And why were you excited?"

"Yes...?"

Looking at her foolishly echoing the question back, I held back a mischievous smile. Then, deliberately putting on a stern face, I spoke in a cold voice.

"Yoon Ayoung. Spread your pussy."

"...Y-yes!"

Startled by my expression, Yoon Ayoung hurriedly spread her pussy open with both hands to show me. Already slick with her juices, the pink flesh glistened inside. I wiped up that nectar with a finger, then held it open before her eyes.

Watching the sticky fluid stretch into a thin, glistening thread, I asked coldly.

"We haven't even done anything yet, and you're this worked up? Yoon Ayoung... could it be I'm not your first?"

"Whaaaaat?! N-no! Oppa! It's not! It's really not!"

Yoon Ayoung flung herself at me, desperately protesting her innocence. When I blocked her with my arm, the girl who couldn't reach me flailed helplessly.

"I-I'm sorry, b-believe me! For me, you, you're really the only one, oppa! I-I'm sorry about the jelly! Please forgive me, just this once!"

When I let the arm holding her back go slack, she rushed into my embrace and rubbed her face against my chest.

"P-please believe me, just once. Oppaaa..."

"Then I'll believe only our Ayoung."

"Th-thank you. I-I'll do better. I'll do everything right, all of it!"

In that brief moment alone, Yoon Ayoung's face, drenched in tears, broke into a beaming smile aimed at me. At that contradictory sight, I lowered my voice to a whisper.

"But you still need to be punished. You made me doubt you, Ayoung. You know that's a very serious offense, right?"

"Y-yes! Of course! Punish me! I'll do a-anything!"

Yoon Ayoung actually let out a sigh of relief. I spoke to her.

"Ayoung, from today you're my puppy for one whole day."

"...Yes?"

"S-since when do puppies talk like people?"

Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she let out an aaah of realization. Hurriedly dropping to all fours, she stuck out her tongue and began panting, hah hah. With each of her breaths, her small chest — topped with stiff, fully erect nipples — wobbled.

"Our Ayoung really needs to go wash now, doesn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she?"

"...Wo, woof!"

With that still-awkward puppy bark, Yoon Ayoung followed me on all fours as I walked into the shower stall. Right away I reached a hand into the stream of warm water, found a comfortable temperature, and began washing her down.

Tracing my fingers along the water running down the channel of her bent spine, I watched her hips wobble as if she were barely holding something in. At the sight, my cock shot straight up.

Wait a second — was my cock always this big?

Come to think of it, I was hauling around a member that had grown far larger than usual. Do you become an Awakened and your cock grows too?

As if in answer to my pure, innocent curiosity, a system message popped up.

Oh! A system message! It really has been forever!

How have you been?

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Tsking at the system executing its very habitual leave-on-read, I knelt behind her. Sensing me settling into position, her hips flinched, and I kneaded the flesh of her ass. Fondling that delightfully squeezable rear, I slowly began rubbing my erect cock against her mound.

"Ah, aahn! Hnngh!"

"Hey. I can hear people-talk."

"Wo, woof! Wo, uhnk!"

"There, there, good girl. Hold it in, and oppa will give you a present."

Her wet folds, slick with water and nectar, kept grinding against my glans with a squelching sound. Yoon Ayoung trembled like an aspen leaf, straining with all her might to hold back her excitement. Watching the spectacle, I shampooed her hair and worked body wash evenly over every inch of her.

"Nhyaaah—"

When ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I pinched her hugely swollen nipple while lathering her up, a strange sound burst from her mouth. Hnnk! Hnnnngh!

Listening to Yoon Ayoung bite her lips in sheer desperation, I pulled her upright and finally let the water rinse us both down.

Perhaps from the excessive stacking of Liquid of Subordination, Yoon Ayoung was now drooling down her lips, watching me with glazed, unfocused eyes. Sure enough — even though she hadn't washed in so long, her skin was so white it felt like an illusion that it now practically glowed. That body was now completely, irrevocably mine.

Feeling the possessive urge swelling in my chest, I toweled the water from her body, working the cloth evenly over her skin. She could no longer endure even the stimulus of the towel — Yoon Ayoung's body was shaking as if convulsing.

"O, oppaaaa, I-I'm sorry. I, I really, really c-can't hold it anymore..."

From her slurred, melting voice, I could tell she was near her limit. To be fair, stimuli far too intense for a girl experiencing all of this for the first time had kept coming without pause. This wasn't foreplay anymore — it was practically torture. Still, business had to be done before we left.

"But you still have to accept your reward before we go."

"R-reward?"

"That's right. Say ahh~."

"Ahhh~"

The saliva trickling from my mouth stretched into a long, gleaming thread and poured into Yoon Ayoung's wide-open mouth. When the baptism of saliva was over, she swallowed the Liquid of Subordination down with a loud, deliberate gulp, as if showing off for me.

"How is it?"

"It's d-delicious."

"That's all?"

"It's so, so sweet. And the m-more I drink, the happier I get."

Tossing her lightly onto the bed, I pulled up the shop window.

I rolled the tiny white pill — costing a mere 10 faith points — around in my palm. Then I held it out in front of Yoon Ayoung, who was already writhing this way and that on the bed.

"Lick it."

"Beeeee—"

With eyes already gone completely vacant, she began lapping at the pill I offered like a piece of candy. Watching the show, I brought my hand to her crotch. She'd just showered, and yet her juices were soaked through — the moment my fingers touched, they came away dripping.

Once I confirmed Yoon Ayoung had licked the pill clean, I pressed my cock against her pussy, pushing in only as far as the glans.

"U, uuooh— hnn, haaaaaah!"

Splash— splash—

That alone was enough — her lower body convulsed and began spraying against my stomach. Watching the long, drawn-out gush, I leaned over her.

"Hnnnnn—"

Her eyes, already far away, stared blankly into space before finding mine.

"You've waited a long time, haven't you?"

"Y-yeaah— love me, please. You're really all I have, oppa."

That beaming smile, and the drool pooled at her chin, unwiped and dripping — the sight made my cock, swollen to its absolute limit, throb against her once more.

"This is the first time for both of us. That means we can never part now, not ever. You're mine forever. You understand, right?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm oppa's! I'll do anything, everything! P-please!"

Nodding like a madwoman at my words, Yoon Ayoung pulled my neck down to her and pressed her lips to mine. Watching her suck at my tongue like a baby bird waiting for its mother, I began driving my cock into her pussy again.

Squelch— squelch—

"Hnn, haaang— u, hnuooh—"

Along with the sticky wetness of her nectar, her channel quivered and began wrapping around my cock. Pushing through that delightful pressure, I sank in all at once, and with a sensation like tearing through something, I reached her very end.

"Haaaaaaang! Oppaaaaaaa! Nk— nk—"

Oh — was what I'd just touched her cervix?

A pleasure of an entirely different order from masturbation rocketed through my whole body. Between the constant, crushing pressure gripping my cock and the warmth turning my entire body to jelly, I felt like I could finish at any moment.

"Nk— nk— hnuhk—"

As if driven by instinct alone, I began pounding down into her, and the breathless, choking cries from earlier burst from her mouth in an unbroken chain. Matching my quickening rhythm, her eyes rolled further and further upward.

"Ayoung, you have to keep your mind together until oppa finishes, okay?"

"Yeeees— y-yeaaah— nk— hnnk—"

With her eyes rolled back to pure white, she pursed her lips into a round O with a vacant, addled expression.

Splash— splash—

She must have spilled her fountain again — each time my hips slapped against her crotch, more splattering echoed through the room.

Squelch— squelch—

"Hoo— I'll have to grind some stats fast. Ayoung, I'm about to finish, so you take all of it. Got it?"

"Uuuuuhnk— y-yes, yeees, yeeeees!"

Still, thanks to Ayoung's superb pussy performance, the feeling of release arrived quickly.

"Here it comes — your virginity farewell baptism!"

Matching the rising crest of release, my hips drew back in one big surge and then slapped wetly against her crotch. Buried to the very end of her channel, my cock swelled and I felt it spewing my seed.

A flash of light exploded behind my eyes, and a long orgasm crashed over me.

Splash— sp, splash—

As my cock kept nudging against her as if wringing out the last drops, Yoon Ayoung's body moved along with it. When I looked down at her, strangely quiet, both her eyes were already closed — she'd passed out.

"Hoo—"

Ah, I'd meant to try the gentleman's privilege too — the post-act cleanup. Well, opportunities were going to be plentiful from now on.

With tissues pulled from my inventory, I wiped Yoon Ayoung's face, caked with drool. Her sweat and nectar had thoroughly soaked the sheets, and between her legs flowed my white seed — and beneath it, a small stain of blood.

"Well, it wasn't perfect, but I did escape virginity successfully."

I collapsed onto the bed beside Yoon Ayoung. My back grew damp against the soaked sheets, but whatever — it didn't matter.

Maybe I'll nap until the combat team gets back?

In time with Yoon Ayoung's slow, even breathing, my own eyes began to drift shut.