Seong Gaeul (2)

Seong Gaeul (2)

Seong Gaeul (2) — Believer's Room, 2nd Floor of the Hanmaum Guwon Cult

"Cult Leader!"

I ignored Seo Taesan, who threw himself into a full five-body prostration the moment he entered the room, and kept rocking my hips.

"A-ah, it huuuurts! Don't— don't put it innn! I told you not to put it innn!"

"If you'd just looked where you were going, none of this would've happened, you stupid bitch!"

"Nghhh― haang― haaang―"

Every time my fingers scraped against her ass, her pussy clenched around me like crazy.

Squelch― squelch―

"Clench! Clench harder if you want me to bestow my grace!"

"Ah, it huuuurts! P-pleeeease― nngh―"

Seong Gaeul's ass was already covered in my handprints, and her hole had long since become my toy.

"What? Are you saying you'd rather save this hole for Kangsan?"

"Nnngh― haaak―"

The moment I whispered Kangsan's name into her ear again, she choked on her breath and threw her head back toward the ceiling.

Her heels stretched taut, and her lower body, still pinned to the bed, kept rippling and shuddering. This was, by now, one of countless orgasms I'd lost count of.

While I admired her collapsed body and her trembling legs jerking like something in convulsion, I lifted the camcorder Seo Taesan had brought with my telekinesis.

"Believer Seo Taesan."

"Yes! Cult Leader!"

"This is your room now, isn't it? Quite tidy, I'd say."

"O-of course it is! Th-thank you for your grace, Cult Leader!"

THUD―

He slammed his forehead into the floor with such violent gratitude that I felt a satisfying swell of pleasure—but I still had one more question to ask.

"Believer Seo Taesan. Do you know who the woman on that bed is?"

"……Y-yes. I-I do."

"Hmm. And who is she?"

When Seo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Taesan just trembled, unable to answer, I asked again, ever so gently.

"It's all right. I'm simply curious. Answer me."

"…I-It's Seong Gaeul."

"No. That's not it."

"…What?"

This thick-skulled bastard. I gave the idiot, who could only dumbly echo the question back, a small hint.

"Remember what you told me about Seong Gaeul? We got fairly close moving bookshelves together, remember?"

"……"

Even though I couldn't see his face, I could practically hear his eyeballs spinning furiously in their sockets. After a long silence, Seo Taesan shouted like he'd just had a revelation.

"S-She's the Seong Gaeul who l-loved n-nobody but Kangsan!"

"That's right. Very well done."

"Th-thank youuu!"

THUD―

Wouldn't that crack his forehead, slamming it like that? With that idle curiosity, I looked down at Seong Gaeul.

"Hiiiik― nngh―"

Still lost in her climax, I stroked her head and whispered.

"Gaeul, look who came to visit. It's Taesan."

"…T-Taesanie? But Taesanie is supposed to be…"

"What? Is he someone who shouldn't be here?"

The moment I mentioned Seo Taesan, her vacant eyes shook violently. Then, as reason slowly crept back, her gaze—flickering back to life like starlight—swept over Seo Taesan, still frozen mid-prostration.

"S-Seo Taesan…"

"Long time no see, right? Kangsan's friend, Seo Taesan."

"Wh-why are you…"

Her face, stuck on that single word why, crumbled into hollow despair.

Did she really think I didn't know her cunning little schemes?

If so, honestly, the sheer audacity of how stupid she thought I was was almost laughable.

A system that notifies me the instant the number of believers changes. A minimap that lets me monitor the entire Sanctuary twenty-four hours a day.

Even this very moment, while I played with Seong Gaeul, my influence blanketed the Sanctuary like a shroud. Within these holy grounds, I stood quite literally at the top of everyone's heads.

"Anyway, look at this. Wow! The quality's actually pretty good?"

"Wh-what are you doooing!"

When I dangled the camcorder in front of her, she covered her face with one hand and shoved the thing away. Savoring her petulant squirming, I kept capturing every lewd part of Seong Gaeul on film.

"S-stop filming! Don't film it!"

The moment she realized she couldn't grab the camera, she covered her face with both hands and curled her body into a ball. I snickered at the sight and leaned down to whisper.

"What? You've done far filthier things than this. Don't tell me it's because there's someone other than me?"

"Please stop, please. Why are you doing this to meee―"

Does the fact that her trembling, tearful voice excites me even more make me a pervert?

"What do you mean, why? It's because you don't keep your promises, Gaeul."

"…Promises?"

"That's right. Every time I let you come, you'd grant me one wish. You owed me, what, two hundred? And you begged me to forgive just one of them—and you still wouldn't even do that."

"I-I never did that!"

"See? That's exactly why I prepared the evidence."

The camcorder floated on telekinesis, recording Seong Gaeul's indignant expression as she scrolled through her memory. Then, with an ah of realization, she bowed her head.

"Oh, so you do remember. Then you remember what the wish was, too?"

Clutching her shaking hands together, she seized my leg with a desperate face.

"I-I'll do it, so can't you p-please let Taesanie go? I'm b-begging you."

"There, there—always polite only when it suits you, always making that pretty face only when it suits you."

I crouched down and slipped my fingers between her pink lips. Teasing her tongue and the inside of her mouth as she meekly accepted them, I whispered again.

"What? When you look at Taesan, does he, mm, remind you of someone?"

"Mmph―"

"Don't even try to deny it. I knew everything and called him here on purpose. So you'd better stay sweet and obedient from now on, understood?"

"Mmmphhhh―"

I swallowed the tongue I'd stretched out with my fingers, eating it whole into my mouth.

"Nnngh― nngh― hebeh―"

Clever girl—even after my fingers slipped free, she kept her tongue lolling out, and I mixed my saliva into that innocent pink flesh.

Gulp―

With the sound of her swallowing, Seong Gaeul's breathing had turned as sweet as Pavlov's dog at the dinner bell. Countless experiences had taught me exactly what would happen next.

"You know, I really do hate anyone seeing our Gaeul's body. If anyone ever did, I'd kill that bastard without fail."

"Haak― haaak―"

"But if you don't listen to me, then I'm sad to say it, but I'll have no choice but to punish you."

I rolled her nipples, already hard as stone, between my fingers in slow circles. Her body, trained to my touch, trembled even as it pressed itself closer against me.

"Does Taesan know? That the girl who loved only Kangsan licks like a dog the moment you spit in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mouth? That she's a pervert?"

"Nnngh―"

"Does Taesan know? That the girl who was ice-cold to everyone but Kangsan actually loves sex the most when it's a deep, clinging embrace?"

"Haaah― nngh― nngh―"

"So don't rebel. That secret should stay between the two of us, shouldn't it? Right?"

Seong Gaeul's eyes lost their light again, rolling dazed and vacant, and I gently closed my hand around her throat.

"You have to answer me?"

"…Yesss―"

"Good girl."

I gave her head a brief stroke, then turned to Seo Taesan, still shaking like a leaf.

"Taesan-ah—ah, I'll speak a bit casually with you. That all right?"

"Yes! It—it would be an honor, Cult Leader!"

"Good. Now—did you happen to look up at any point?"

"N-no! I-I never did, not once, Cult Leader!"

Judging by that convulsive reaction and the earnest desperation in his voice, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt one last time.

Wow, though. How the hell do you resist that? If it were me, I'd have peeked, pretending to cough every five seconds. Of course, if he'd admitted to looking, I'd have gouged his eyes out with great sincerity.

"Good. Very satisfactory. You can go. Keep your head down and crawl out just like that."

"I—I shall take my leave now. I hope you have a, a pleasant time, Cult Leader!"

This bastard and his flattery.

After confirming that Seo Taesan crawled out of the room, I closed the door with telekinesis.

"Nnghk― nnnggh―"

Even after Seo Taesan vanished, Seong Gaeul kept embracing me tenderly, like a lover.

But the truth of it was the figure of a shameless enchantress, rubbing her nipples against my chest and leaking moans without pause.

Shove―

The moment I pressed her down, she fell back onto the bed and automatically wrapped both legs around my arms. Her pussy, bared for easy entry, was already glistening with arousal.

"Wow. You're so pretty when I push you over like this."

"Nnnnngh― nngh―"

So this was the legendary shaved pussy I'd only heard about? As I caressed the smooth skin I'd laid completely bare, I could feel her body soaking deeper and deeper into my influence.

But it still wasn't enough. Even after driving her to the very limits of pleasure for three whole days, this was all I'd managed.

She had only just crossed the halfway mark. Her body had completely fallen, but her mind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was still resisting me, over and over.

Thanks to the marathon leveling spree I'd put in throughout all our sex, Liquid of Subordination now boasted the highest level of any skill I owned. If I hadn't watched her turn into a raving addict for my saliva with every level gained, that percentage would probably have been even lower.

And yet the subordination the liquid induced had one colossal flaw.

She was being subordinated—unquestionably so. Meaningful reactions surfaced in response to my every movement and command.

But as I said before, the physical subordination refused to flow smoothly into mental subordination.

'Fuck. It's actually harder with Kangsan gone. Ah—no, I wasn't supposed to let her run, was I.'

Was it the same reason women ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can never quite defeat a man's first love? No matter how insane the pleasure I gave her, could she simply never beat the Kangsan whitewashed by nostalgia?

'No. This is, in the end, a problem of time and efficiency.'

Watching Seong Gaeul's reactions shift with every thrust, I was certain of one thing: eventually, she would fall. Completely.

It was only the absence of a definite deadline that pissed me off.

"Time to get up. Now it's time to keep your promise."

The camcorder flew at Seong Gaeul, still gaping up at me like an idiot.

From here on, I intended to approach things in a slightly different way.