To Seoul (3)
To Seoul (3) — Hanmaum Guwon Cult, 4th Floor
The vast bedroom on the fourth floor, accessible only to the cult leader. Yoon Ayoung was hurriedly shedding her believer's robes in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed.
Thud—
As the robes slid whisper-soft off her shoulders, she knelt before me and wound her long, straight hair around her own neck.
"Oppa, here's my collar!"
Having made a collar out of her own hair, Yoon Ayoung smiled and urged me on.
"I love that your hair's so long, Ayoung."
"Hehe~ I'm never, ever cutting it!"
Ever since I'd chosen her first among all the executives, the smile hadn't once left Yoon Ayoung's face.
"That's right. You barely stutter anymore, huh?"
"Th-that's only when I'm with you, Oppa…"
The moment I mentioned it, the stutter came back like a ghost, and I couldn't help but chuckle. I gathered the long, silky strands wrapped softly around her throat and began to pull, gently.
"Khhrrk—"
With a gurgle from her throat, Yoon Ayoung's head dropped straight into my crotch. My cock, stiffening against her soft skin, rubbed side to side across the bridge of her dainty nose.
"What did I tell you to do first?"
"B-before eating your cock like a good girl, I have to check its smell."
Sniff— sniff—
Hot breath drifted in and out against my erection as she sniffed earnestly. The sensation was ticklish and pleasurable all at once, and I tugged the collar of the girl diligently committing my cock's scent to memory.
"K-khhuk—"
Even as her throat gurgled, Yoon Ayoung stayed devoted to her task, sliding slowly down from the shaft all the way to my balls. Something hot and sadistic welled up at the sight of her pitiful devotion.
Before I took her in hand, she had truly known nothing at all. This whole foreplay, probably, had become ordinary 'common sense' to her by now. Thinking that made something hot churn in my chest, and my cock pressed wantonly against her face.
"Ayoung."
"Mm— haa— yeees—"
"Do you like how Oppa's cock smells?"
"Yeees— I looove it—"
I could see her pale shoulders flinching little by little from the scent alone. Scattered across them in careless disarray were still the kiss marks I'd left there in days past.
"Now you should have a taste, shouldn't you?"
"Yeees— ahhhm—"
The old Ayoung who'd had to be taught everything step by step was gone. At a single word from me, her tongue slid out long and licked up the length of my shaft. The foolish little chant I'd deliberately trained into her came as a bonus, too.
A cool sensation crawled up slowly from the base toward the tip, and I tilted my head back with a soft groan. "Ahh~ the Saintess's soft tongue. So, so good."
"Hehehe~ you like it?"
"Of course. Our Ayoung is the best."
"Hehehehe~"
At my sincere praise, she beamed up at me, the corners of her eyes curving into bright half-moons — genuinely, unmistakably like a puppy.
"Ahhhm—"
With another of those silly little sounds, her tongue wrapped softly around the head of my cock. The feel of it slithering like a snake to engulf my glans made my thighs jerk. Responding to that twitch, her hands glided gently down my thighs.
Her tongue, busily caressing the head, found the slit at its tip. Then, its point sharpening, it parted my urethra and teased it lightly.
"Nnnh—"
By then I couldn't hold back my moans anymore. And as if in answer to the moan I let slip, her tongue began moving faster.
"Ahhhm—"
Her crimson tongue darted back and forth rapidly along my parted slit, stimulating it, while one hand stroked my thigh and the other fondled my balls. Supreme pleasure surged from three places at once, and lightning flashed behind my eyes.
"Ngh—"
"Shlurrrp—"
Unable to contain her excitement, she sucked and lapped up the beads of pre-cum welling from my slit. That vulgar, obscene sound made me yank hard on the collar in my right hand.
"Khrrrrk—!"
Her tongue trembled under the sudden pressure of her closing airway. And with a built-in vibration function like that, I couldn't hold out any longer either.
"Ayoung, now Oppa's going to use your mouth-pussy and throat-pussy for a bit."
"Khrrrk—"
With my left hand I drove my cock deep into her throat-pussy. She couldn't answer in words — only gurgled in reply. Her throat, too, had become mine alone, yielding softly to press around my cock exactly where I belonged. At that warm tightness, I pulled her collar harder still.
"Khrrrrrk—"
The throat-pussy, squeezed tight, was no different from her lower one. If anything, her desperate trembling in search of air, mingling strangely with the constriction I forced on her, produced a pleasure no other place could offer.
Intending to piston her throat faster and deeper, I rose up off the bed. Without being told, Yoon Ayoung gripped my thighs with both hands and anchored her body.
"Khrrrk— khrrrrk—"
Pulling the collar taut to the very end, I fucked her throat mindlessly. Every time my glans struck her uvula, glistening tears welled in her eyes. I could see her face — denied even a breath — flushing apple-red. My sadism, sprinting to its limit, burst like fireworks.
"Ngh— I'm about to cum, so open that throat-pussy wider!"
"Khrrrrrrrk—"
Timing it to my release, I loosened the collar, seized her head in both hands, and stabbed my cock in deeper still. Feeling her arms wrapped around my thighs shudder violently, I began spraying my concentrated seed into her throat-pussy.
Splurt— spurt— spurt—
Every time my cock twitched, thick Liquid of Subordination slicked down her esophagus. Without even a moment to enjoy the airway she'd barely found, she instead thrust her throat further onto me, helping my ejaculation along. At that devoted display, I gently stroked her head and wrung out the last dregs of my climax.
When no more would come, she slowly pulled back, scrubbing my cock clean, then looked up at me with a radiant smile. "Hehehe~ thank you for the meal~"
"Good girl. Ayoung, was it tasty?"
"Yes~ it was so, so delicious."
Across the cheek of that foolishly smiling girl ran a track carved by glistening tears. As I softly brushed along it, her body suddenly flashed with light — the absorption process of the Liquid of Subordination, so familiar to us both by now.
After staring into empty air for a moment, Yoon Ayoung broke into a wide smile. "O-Oppa! I finally got more Charm! It's fifty-one now. Fifty-one!"
After hitting fifty, the gains had grown sluggish — and now, at long last, the long silence was broken. Beaming, she clung to my thigh like a monkey and nuzzled her cheek against it.
"I-I'm going to get even prettier. Someday I'll be p-prettier than anyone, right? J-just a little… just a little bit more…"
Matching Yoon Ayoung's murmur, her pale shoulders trembled once more. Earlier it had been excitement and pleasure — this was unmistakably something else. And what it was, I could see with perfect clarity: an anxiety and fear she couldn't overcome, spilling over the edges.
Yoon Ayoung held the title of Saintess of the Salvation Cult, yet she had done nothing. A Prophecy with a one-month cooldown could never satisfy her. Compared to Joo Joohye — the newly arrived awakened one with a skill far more useful than her own — she must have looked hopelessly pathetic.
Her excessive fanaticism was, in fact, gnawing away at her. I could see it plain as day: her terror of being abandoned by the man she worshipped, revered, and loved. For someone who'd been abandoned by her own family once before, it must have been all the more terrifying.
"What could possibly have scared our Ayoung so much?"
"I-I'm sorry. You're so busy with the cult's affairs, Oppa, and I-I only ever say childish things…"
"What is there to apologize for, between us?"
I soothed her in a voice as soft as can be, then asked her back. Yoon Ayoung, still clinging to my thigh, lifted her head. After a long moment of gazing at each other, I slowly raised her into the air with telekinesis.
"…Ah."
Keeping my eyes fixed on her floating body, I sat back at the head of the bed. Feeling the luxurious mattress cradle me, I drew Yoon Ayoung toward me. With telekinesis I gently parted the legs she'd floated over so softly.
Shlick—
With a lewd sound, her crotch was bared before my eyes. Beneath Yoon Ayoung's pubic hair, groomed to perfection exactly to my taste, her pussy dripped with sticky nectar. Her hips lowered slowly toward my cock, hard again. And before entering, I smeared the head of my cock through the nectar brimming over her labia.
Shlick— shlick—
"Hnnnh— hnng—"
Meeting her eyes as they glazed over once more, I withdrew the telekinesis holding her body up.
Shlck—
"Haaaaaang—!"
My cock plunged straight up into her pussy as she sank down. Unable to bear the pleasure my deeply-buried cock summoned, Yoon Ayoung's head tipped back toward the ceiling. Even so, out of habit her arms slid behind my neck and locked around it.
After arranging us into the face-to-face position she loved best, I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Ayoung."
"Hnnnnh— yeees—"
"We're more special to each other than anyone else in this world. Aren't we?"
"Hnnh— haaaaanh—"
I whispered sweet nothings against her pretty, snow-white ear. Even though I wasn't moving my hips at all, her body trembled and her mouth fell open.
"You were the cult's first believer. My first kiss, my first time — all of it was with you. Right?"
"Aaaaang— haaaanh—"
"That's what makes us the most special pair in the whole world. The cult leader and the Saintess of Salvation can do anything for one another. Isn't that right?"
"Nnnh— yes, yes, yeeeess!"
Drunk on pleasure, she nodded her head furiously. I caught Yoon Ayoung's swaying chin and kissed her without delay.
"Mmph— mmnnh—"
The instant our lips parted, her crimson tongue came scrabbling for my saliva. The more the Liquid of Subordination took root in her, the sweeter her breath grew. Her pupils, drifting upward, were already hazy with exhaustion.
I lifted her body slightly with telekinesis, then let her drop again.
"Haaaaaang—!"
She didn't have to do a thing. While telekinesis rammed her body down onto my cock, a second current of it tugged at her nipples.
"Haaanh— haaanh— haaaang—!"
Along her stretched-pink nipples, her pudding-soft breasts swayed. While her pussy milked me all on its own, I kept whispering to her.
"Don't worry about a thing. Once we head to Seoul, everything's going to change."
"Hnnh— haaaang— O-Oppaaa—"
"Seoul or not, it doesn't matter. I swear I'll make you the true Saintess of the Salvation Cult. You trust Oppa, don't you?"
"Nnnnnh— I-I trust you— I trust youuuu—"
I had never once intended to discard a Yoon Ayoung so obedient to me. She was no talent to be used casually and thrown away, no matter how easily she'd been won. I gazed at that face turned up toward me — innocent, yet somehow obscenely endearing as it beamed.
Thanks to the effects of her Charm stat, she would only keep growing more beautiful. And her fanaticism, having reached its very limit, told me the rest: whatever I commanded, she would follow with joy. Because that was her only joy, and her only pleasure.
Even now, lost in pleasure that scattered her wits, I could feel her pussy clenching around me with diligent devotion. Having absorbed the Liquid of Subordination and swooned over my sweet words, she was still focusing on wringing the best pleasure from my cock.
Slap! Slap slap! Slap slap!
"Haaanh— Oppa, Oppa, Oppaaaaa—"
"Don't be anxious anymore. You've got me now. The mean girls who tormented you, that worthless father who neglected you — they're all gone. I erased every last one of them."
"Oppaa— Oppaaaaa—!"
"So all you have to do is think about me. Be my one and only Saintess, my one and only pet. Right?"
"Yeeees— I love you, I love you Oppaaaang—!"
As the urge to cum rose steadily, I pulled her into a deeper embrace. Watching her whole body burn, her mouth hanging slack, her pupils quivering, I smiled faintly. Then I brought my lips to the ear of the girl who could no longer hold her senses together, and whispered the answer she longed for most of all.
"I love you too."
Her eyes flew so wide open they might tear, and her head snapped back toward heaven.
"Haaaaaaaang—!"
Splurt— spurt—
Just as my seed knocked against her womb, I felt a warm wetness spreading across my thighs. Watching her piss herself in sloppy, climax-drunk incontinence, I emptied every last drop of semen into her womb.
Wiping the bead of drool clinging to the chin of a girl who could only twitch in intermittent spasms as if unconscious, I lifted her with telekinesis. Laying her shimmering body — glowing as it absorbed the Liquid of Subordination — onto the bed, I drew the covers over her.
After tidying Ayoung's hair, tangled wildly with sweat, I put my cult-leader's robes back on, the ones I'd dropped on the floor.
"Good. Now that I've cared for the Saintess, next comes…"
…our ever-hardworking Vice Cult Leader's turn.
A sinister smile crept across my lips as I looked down toward the executive office on the third floor, directly beneath us.