Seong Gaeul (4) — The Believer's Room
Second floor of the Hanmaum Salvation Cult — the Believer's Room.
"When did you start liking Kang San?"
"We agreed you wouldn't ask me thaaat―aahng―"
Half a whine, half a moan — and with it, her head tilted back slightly. She was losing the battle against the excitement that kept creeping over her, and she knew it. I pressed on before she had a chance to gather her composure.
"Answer me. When did you start liking Kang San?"
"Since middle school. Don't aaask― ahh―"
"Oh, a middle schooler. And what exactly was the moment?"
"Kang San, he… stepped in when the older girls were bullying me…."
Holy shit, the classic prince-on-a-white-horse story, huh?
Then again, if middle-school Kang San had swooped in like a hero, even my heart probably would've skipped a beat on autopilot.
"Ohh, interesting! So why did those girls hate you, Gaeul-sshi?"
"How the hell should I know! Nngh― I guess they thought I was too pretty. Hnnk―"
I could see it — the uncontrollable arousal steadily gnawing away at her patience. What I needed was her true heart, the one buried under all that defense mechanism.
"Have you liked him ever since?"
"Hnnk― Yeah."
"Then this Kang San person is a real piece of work. Wouldn't you say Gaeul-sshi got strung along on his fishing line?"
"Nnnk― No! Th-there's another reason…."
"Oh, I know. His little sister, Kang Bada — apparently she hated you. Why?"
"Nngh― Hnnnnngh―"
For the first time, Seong Gaeul's mouth went silent. And yet her fingers, stirring inside her own pussy, never stopped.
Squelch― squelch―
The lewd, wet sounds echoed through the room alongside her sweet moans.
"Answer. Why did Kang Bada hate you?"
When she kept her mouth shut, I yanked hard on her nipples with telekinesis. The longer the pink peaks stretched, the more her body shuddered between gasping cries.
"Hn, hnaaah― D-don't touch! Hnnnnngh―"
Drops of sweat scattered as her head thrashed from side to side. Her chin lifted higher, her fingers moved faster. Like pulling a trigger, I tugged the other nipple.
"Hnuaaaaaaaaaaaang!"
Spurt―
A long, gushing fountain erupted from between her legs, splashing all the way to my feet. Even as she kept coming without pause, her expression melted into one I knew well.
The empty, pleasure-soaked face of an idiot.
"Answer! Why did Kang Bada hate you!"
"Hnnngh― Bada, Bada really likes Sanie! She gives other excuses, but there's only one reason in the end. She doesn't want me taking Kang San from her! That filthy brother-complex bitch!"
HOLY SHEEEET!
I hadn't expected a reason that big, but still — this was a bit much. Was this what they called forbidden love?
Kang Bada, whose survival was still unconfirmed. Congratulations, girl — you're now officially the incest-crazed little sister in my book.
"Does Kang San know she has feelings for him?"
"No! I've dropped hints so many times, and she just says she's a little sister who loves her big brother! Hnk―"
"And you, snitching on that too — you're a legend."
Was it just that women blinded by love never think about the aftermath? Or maybe she even saw a chance in it — a way to make brother and sister awkward with each other. Crafty little fox.
"Sanie― Sanie― Sanie― hnk―"
"My, my. You're more immersed than the director here. A true method actress, aren't you?"
Deaf to my sarcasm, Gaeul just kept murmuring Kang San's name while fondling herself.
"Ah― there. The Kang San you've been yearning for so badly has arrived!"
I floated the camcorder down with telekinesis and presented it before her eyes. The moment she saw it, Seong Gaeul beamed a dopey smile, stopped masturbating, and began to cradle it like treasure. In no time, the camcorder was smeared head to toe in her love juices.
Hm. This isn't quite the direction I had planned….
Her pupils dilated into nothing as she whispered:
"Sanie… you always told me, didn't you. That even the greatest pain passes eventually… and that you'd always be here beside me."
In a hushed voice, Seong Gaeul gently pressed her forehead against the camcorder. She really had lost her mind — she was perceiving the camcorder as Kang San himself.
"I'm… I'm a fool, but I still believe those words. When you come back, when you come baaack—hnnnnnnnngh―"
"Shit! That was way too close!"
Poo― pushk―
The instant I sensed something odd, I slammed down hard on her lower abdomen with telekinesis. The pressure bearing down on her womb from inside sent her flopping backward in a shameless sprawl, spraying another fountain.
"Hneeeeeeeh―"
"You bitch! You really can't be left unsupervised for a second!"
Not while I was watching, she couldn't. I drove my foot down onto the belly of the newly-reminted idiot.
"You! Little! Bitch! O! BEY! Have! SOME! MANNERS!"
"Hk― hk― hk― hneeeeeh―"
In fairness, I hadn't spent the past three days just mindlessly pounding away, either. Telekinesis! Somewhere along the line, I'd realized I'd been leaving my alpha-and-omega skill idle during sex — and from that moment on, I'd tormented Seong Gaeul in every way I could imagine.
"Kkhek― kkeuk― nngh―"
"Look at that face. Feels good? Feels damn good, doesn't it?"
With practiced pressure, I squeezed down on her windpipe. Her face flushed redder and redder, her breath grew ragged — and beneath it, an ecstasy she couldn't hide even if she tried. At the same time, I pressed hard against her chest and belly. Tickling her heels was a courtesy.
"Hnaaaaaaang― d-don't press dooown! I'll, I'll breaaaak―"
This was pleasure no man limited to two hands could ever deliver. A barrage of sensations hammering her from every direction at once — her mouth surrendered first, drool spilling out in strings.
70%: Twisted love and attention from Han Guwon
30%: Complete love and attention from Kang San
What really pissed me off was that even after all this debauchery, a thirty-percent holdout force remained. What is this, the movie 300? Just give it up already!
I pinned down Seong Gaeul's body as she lay sprawled on the floor in a pathetic pose. When I gripped her chin, the dazed woman opened her mouth automatically. Like a puppy waiting for its treat, she received my saliva in a long, glistening strand.
"Nngh― mmngh― m-more! Give me more!"
The switch had flipped. She flailed, trying to grab my face. I dodged lightly from side to side and began gently rubbing myself against her crotch. Anticipating what came next, her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. My saliva left her pink mouth slick and shining.
"Hnnngh― wh-why aren't you putting it in! Just shove it in like always!"
"Well, love is a two-way street, isn't it? If I do that, how am I any different from some random fuckboy?"
"Shut uuuup! Nngh― just fuck me!"
"Nope. Say one single line, right in front of Kang San, and I'll give it to you. Our Gaeulie's smart — she'll know exactly what to say."
The camcorder hovering overhead drifted in close, right beside her face. Whirr― whirr― I deliberately kept pressing the zoom in and out, forcing her to notice it. As Gaeul's eyes wavered toward the lens next to my face, I softly tightened my hand around her throat.
"I love you, Gaeul."
"Kkuuk― kkehk―"
Even against the now-familiar pressure, her survival instinct slowly lifted its head. Her face burning crimson, my own reflection stared back at me from her dilated pupils.
"You have to answer."
The steady grip and the slow grind of my cock spread a languid warmth across her face. When I quietly eased my hold, she secured her breath and whispered softly:
"…I love you too."
"Good girl. Very good."
As I stroked her limp, melted face, the cock she'd craved so desperately finally sheared through her pussy.
"Hoooooh― hnngh―"
When I sealed that strange moaning mouth with a kiss, her inner walls went into convulsions.
Thud― thud― thud―
Our hips collided with brutal, wet sounds. Feeling her legs lock around my back like a clamp, I drove repeatedly into her clutching depths.
"Haang― haang― haaaang― hnngh― hnngh―"
"Your pussy's not squeezing properly? Should I put a finger up your ass again this time?"
"Haang― it's, it's squeezing! I'll squeeze tighter, tighter! Hnnggggh―"
Every time the telekinetic pressure on her belly met the cock cleaving her insides, Seong Gaeul writhed under the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"You shameless bitch! Who's fucking you right now?"
"Hngghk― H-Han Guwon!"
"A brat as rotten as that mouth of yours! Say Master!"
"M-Master! Yes, Master! It's Master!"
Chest and belly warped this way and that under telekinesis, and kiss marks carved across her for three days straight. This was my work — broken in, dyed in my colors, mine alone.
"You belong to me forever now. You're going to be my glorious first believer — and my personal cock sleeve!"
"Haaaaaaaah― I will! I really will, so please cum! Cum inside meeeeee!"
"Kkuk― open that womb up, you bitch!"
Blurp― spurt―
As I began what had to be the umpteenth load, I leveled up Liquid of Subordination.
Liquid of Subordination Lv.19 → Liquid of Subordination Lv.20
2,000 Faith Points consumed.
⚠ Skill level has reached its limit! Further growth requires a 'Skill Growth Ticket' or 'Skill Evolution Ticket'!
"Hnaaaaang― hnnggggh―"
Combined with the Sanctuary's effect, efficiency approaching level 40 now crashed down onto her. A radiance stronger than any before was being carved into her body.
Still buried inside her, I carried the trembling Seong Gaeul to the bed. Then I cast Lack Identification on the woman who had passed out on top of me.
90%: Twisted love and attention from Han Guwon
10%: Complete love and attention from Kang San
"Ten percent left?"
Something about this was wrong, no matter how I turned it over. Overconfidence is a bad habit, but at this point — unless Gaeul's mental fortitude was literally forged from vibranium — she should have fallen to me completely. That was the way it should be.
As if there's some kind of lock on her….
My instincts as a cult leader were telling me: a 'lock on her heart' existed, protecting her.
Next objective: raise the level of Lack Identification.
The breakthrough, most likely, lay in that skill.
Shaaa― shaaa―
Her breath had softened into gentle snoring before I noticed, and I pushed myself deeper inside her as I listened to it.
Squeeeze―
Ninety percent — good enough for now.
Feeling my seed still being slowly absorbed and her walls clenching around me even in sleep, I closed my eyes.