Seong Gaeul (3)
Seong Gaeul (3) — Hanmaum Salvation Cult, 2nd Floor, Believer's Room
"Wake up. I said wake up."
"Mmnh… aah, nnnh…"
"Seriously, once you're gone you're completely unreachable."
"Mmgh…"
My telekinesis concentrated around the neck of Seong Gaeul, who was still lost in her haze. Urgency flooded her dazed face, and in an instant her eyes snapped back into focus.
"Let— let gooooo!"
"You've basically become a cock-drunk idiot at this point. Snap out of it, Gaeul."
"Gghk— cough— cough—"
"The film crew's all ready, and you're not even on standby? What kind of professionalism is that, Miss Actress?"
At the sight of the camcorder wiggling playfully back and forth, Seong Gaeul bit down on her lip. She bit so hard I could visibly see the blood well up and burst from her lip.
She'd absorbed more of the Liquid of Subordination over the past three days than water — how was a look and an attitude like this even possible? Just moments ago, that was the same face that had been mewling and begging for my cock.
Was that how much Kang San meant to her?
And yet all I'd done was force her into the pure white robes of a believer. Not a single trace of "proof of faith" could be found on Seong Gaeul's body.
"You think she stuck with you because you were good in bed? You've got it so, so wrong. Just a loser bastard who happened to be good with his hands."
"Heh heh. A girl who graduated from virginity thanks to the merciful grace of the Cult Leader, lecturing me about sex now. Well, you've practically become an expert, haven't you?"
"That's right. If it was this good, why did I never do it before? You were just a sideline fling to me, that's all."
"……."
Wow. Never in my life did I imagine I'd be hearing lines like this from a woman.
I brushed a hand lightly through my swimming head.
"There, there. It's fine, really. You enjoy it now and you're set forever. Besides, compared to Kang San, who you can't even see anymore, I've got way better odds. Out of sight, out of mind, you know?"
"…You moron. Don't use English you can't even pull off."
"Ohhh, sooo-ry. After your three days of slumber, your sanity has finally awakened? Did you drink some kind of elixir?"
"You can't even say that as a proper English sentence, can you?"
"……."
Damn it, you little…!
"You're a ghost. What ghost possessed you to snap out answers like that? Or do you just like being choked?"
"Why? Begging for another round? For some reason that gets me weirdly worked up, so I don't hate it."
"Three days of nothing but mindless pounding, and now having this cozy little chat — it's kind of fun. Were you always this type of character?"
Every impression I'd ever had of Seong Gaeul was defined by poise and sharp intelligence. I couldn't have imagined her snarling at me like a chihuahua.
"You let her take everything you had — your virginity, all of it — so what exactly is left for me to protect? At this point, the only thing I have left to lose is dying."
"Your surrender and adaptation are abnormally fast."
Along with a hollow laugh, I briefly wondered if I'd made a mistake in shaking that dazed girl awake — then quickly shook my head. Everything that came next absolutely had to be done with a clear mind.
"Enough provoking me. Come here. A deal's a deal."
"…You pathetic loser bastard."
Looking at her deeply displeased face — and the blanket of kiss marks spread across it — my lust lifted its head once more.
"Kaaah—!"
In an instant, telekinesis yanked Seong Gaeul into my arms and I hugged her tight.
"Wh— what are you dooooing!"
"I love you, Gaeul."
"Nnh—"
Her squirming body went rigid at that single line of mine.
Stroking her softly, as if smoothing out her deeply creased frown, I continued.
"Kang San never once said those words to you. I've been saying them steadily for three whole days."
"You're… insane…"
"I'd say I'm sitting at about sixty percent of your heart by now, wouldn't you?"
"What— what are you even saying, you loser bastard!"
Ah, getting called a loser again. So unfair.
All I did was state the facts the System had explicitly shown me.
After that, I said nothing more, simply sharing body heat with Seong Gaeul for a long while. And then I smiled as I felt her hand, after much awkward flailing, quietly settle onto my back.
Well, well. Usopp had nothing on this — a perfect 'North Wind and the Sun.'
Gentleness, not force, turned out to be the solution, huh…
You were exactly the same as Yoon Ayoung in the end. Seriously touch-starved.
The only difference was that while Yoon Ayoung was an absurdly loyal puppy, Seong Gaeul was an obnoxiously temperamental cat.
Naked sex — the moment a man and woman strip away the social and physical masks they've hidden behind all their lives. I remembered how Seong Gaeul, overwhelmed by three straight days of affection, had drifted helplessly through the haze, not knowing what to do with herself.
Was it because she'd never actually obtained the love she craved so desperately that even receiving affection from someone else felt foreign to her?
Judging by her tendency to snap and lash out — the reason she'd ended up being choked by me on more than one occasion — I couldn't help thinking that maybe this bristling, snappy creature really was the true Seong Gaeul.
"You already know how special I think you are. I let you talk down to me, I gave you robes you clearly don't believe in — and honestly, the only reason I didn't kill Kim Eunbyeol was because of you. I was worried you'd hate me for it."
"……."
"You know it too, don't you? There's no going back to how things used to be."
"Mmmnh…"
A body so thoroughly trained that even the lightest caress drew an immediate response. I dragged my finger along the inner walls fitted perfectly to my cock, then pressed my lips to Seong Gaeul's.
"Mmm— chuwp— chup—"
Like lovers sharing their first kiss, our lips simply rested against each other — until she couldn't take it anymore and her tongue tangled into my mouth. It slipped past my teeth and began roughly lapping up my saliva.
"Mmmh— haah—"
I toyed with her tongue halfheartedly for a bit, then suddenly pulled back. Seong Gaeul, her target ripped away in an instant, panted like an idiot with a dazed expression on her face. I captured that look on the camcorder and gave her an order.
"Seong Gaeul. Spread your legs so I can see your pussy."
"Mmnh— c— can't you just put it in?"
"We made a deal. Spread them."
"Ngh— hng—"
With an expression mixing humiliation and rapture, Seong Gaeul slowly crouched down. Then she began spreading her legs, little by little.
"Faster, you bitch. I said spread."
"Hngh—"
The camcorder drank in Seong Gaeul's glistening cunt in full. The zoom lens whirred, and her whole body flinched.
"There's a flood down there. An actual flood. What, does being filmed get you that wet?"
"N— noooo! Mmmh— no, no, no!"
Apparently unable to withstand the combination of being on camera and my dirty talk, Seong Gaeul was once again teetering on the edge of losing her mind.
"Wow! If Kang San could see this, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. Giving up a woman like this without even touching her and running off to his little sister — and he never even got to sample her, huh?"
"Mmnh— wh— what did you say?"
The mention of Kang San brought her eyes back into focus yet again. Panicked, she shrieked at me.
"You only said you were filming! You never said you'd show it to San!"
"Why are you so angry? Calm down. I'm just setting the mood here, just the mood."
"Turn the camcorder off right now! Th— this is against our deal!"
She looked ready to lunge at me on the spot, so I bound her body with telekinesis. Ignoring Seong Gaeul as she thrashed and struggled, I began speaking directly into the camcorder.
"Uh, hey, Kang San. This is Guwon-hyung. Did you find Bada okay? If so, that's a relief. You abandoned a safe camp and a devoted, pure-hearted woman to go after her, so you'd better have pulled it off. I'm so proud of you."
"D— don't! What are you doing! What are you trying to do, Han Guwon!"
Sensing that something had gone terribly wrong, Seong Gaeul screamed — but the camcorder kept right on recording.
"Since you left, I've become the leader of a small religion. Wow, there's no meteoric rise like a meteoric rise, huh? All thanks to you leaving. Thank you so much! You must be getting curious about how everyone back at the camp is doing, right? Let me introduce you. First up…"
The obscene pose of a woman baring her cunt — and the body absolutely covered in someone's kiss marks. Her glistening folds quivering with arousal and slick.
"This is Gaeul. My girlfriend!"
"No! Noooooo!"
As if the camcorder were Kang San's own eyes, Seong Gaeul let out a terrified scream.
"Isn't she sexy? Mm, they say once you've slept with someone, you can't stop doing it like crazy — and lately I'm really feeling the truth of that. How about you? Looks like you found yourself a pretty good match after all."
"No, she's not! San, I'm really not! D— don't watch this! You can't watch it!"
"Haha, Gaeul's awfully shy about this. See, this was originally supposed to be filmed using my wish ticket. We agreed that every time I sent you off with a creampie, you'd grant one wish. But…"
"…Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything else, anything but this. Please, just please don't do this one thing."
At the desperate tremble in her voice, I paused my little performance and looked at her. Seong Gaeul was sobbing openly, tears streaming down the most pitiful face in the world, and crying out to me.
"…You said you loved me! Is this what you call love?"
"A cherry-picker like you just wants to lap up the honey and nothing else. So this is what they call reeling in suckers, huh?"
"I— if it's anything but this, I really will do anything, I told you! I'll work hard at it, so please, just please leave Kang San out of this."
Well, the thing is, I wanted her to feel like Kang San was definitely watching…
That said, if I forced her to submit at this point — after she'd already bent this far — the odds were high that I'd land nowhere near the scenario I actually had in mind.
I need to detour. As naturally as possible.
Work, my brain — the one marinating in Hitomi's images!
My toilet-paper-core processor roared into overdrive and presented me with the perfect workaround.
"Alright, good. Let's drop the Kang San talk for now."
"…Thank you."
"In exchange, just think of it as being sent to me instead. Your girlfriend's sending you a homemade cumshot-worthy video!"
"Wh— what did you just say?!"
Ignoring her protest, I kept talking.
"So here's the deal: you masturbate while looking at the camcorder, putting on the sexiest face you can manage. And you answer every question I ask, honestly. How's that sound?"
"…It's not like you'd actually stop if I said no, would you."
"Bingo! Now then, Miss Seong Gaeul — please begin masturbating."
"…You pathetic loser bastard."
It had been a while since I released the telekinesis. Seong Gaeul bit her lip and slowly brought her hand down to her own pussy.
Squish— squish—
"Mmnh—"
Her fingers cautiously traced up and down her slit.
Now then — shall we put together the Official Seong Gaeul User's Manual?
"What's your name?"
"Mmnh— mmmh— S— Seong Gaeul."
"Oh, what a pretty name. Who gave it to you?"
"Haah— my grandfather did."
Squish— squish— squish—
"And those gorgeous breasts — exactly what cup size?"
"……D-cup. Nnh—"
"Those fully erect nipples of yours are just so pink! Don't tell me you've been secretly putting on lip balm down there?"
"You insane bastard! You're the one who keeps biting and sucking on them — when would I even have time to do someth-mmnh—"
Starting from simple self-introductions, the questions just kept coming. As time passed, the wet squelching of her arousal grew louder, and I could see her fingers moving faster and faster.
"Haang— haaaah— hnnnnh—"
Unable to contain her own arousal any longer, she began digging her fingers into her inner walls, and I allowed myself a knowing smile.
Now, let's slowly get things started.
"When did you first fall for Kang San?"