Morning Conditioning Session
Morning sunlight was seeping through the gap in the curtains.
Ceria cracked her heavy-lidded eyes open with a shudder. The cool touch of the blanket against her bare skin, the warmth of another body beside her — the moment she turned her head, her eyes went wide.
"……!"
Geon, sleeping obliviously right next to her. The instant she saw that face, the insane things that had happened yesterday crashed over her memory like a wave.
Bellowing like a war lion in the middle of downtown — Please train me as your bitch!
Walking into his room, stripping off every last thread, and pressing her own hands to her chest to deliver the most humiliating report of her life.
And then… licking the fluids splattered across the floor clean with her tongue.
"Haah… I've lost it, Ceria… I've completely lost my mind…"
Her face burning crimson, Ceria dragged the blanket up to her chin and screamed soundlessly. The moment it sank in again that she was naked, a crushing wave of reality and self-loathing washed over her, making her want to bury her head into the floor.
Her gaze drifted to the nape of Geon's neck as he slept without a care in the world.
Should I… strangle him right now?
The vicious thought flickered through her mind. But the instant she recalled the blade-sharp killing intent he'd shown her yesterday, that cold voice that had dominated her every nerve, goosebumps crawled across her entire body.
Zzt-.
At the same time, the imprint etched into her brain reacted, sending a jolt of electric pleasure racing to her hypersensitive nipples.
"Nnh… haah…"
This insane body was reacting to nothing more than the afterimage of a man. Ceria bit her lip until it nearly bled.
If this kept up, she'd be dragged completely into his rhythm. She had to seize the initiative, no matter what.
Right… first, I'll get dressed while he's still asleep.
Ceria's eyes swept over her civilian clothes, scattered in a disorderly heap across the floor beside the bed. Holding her breath so as not to wake him, she carefully drew the blanket aside and began to lift her bare body up — and at that very moment,
Shhk-.
The instant her naked skin tried to slip out from under the covers.
Gotcha-.
"Nnh…?!"
A powerful hand snatched Ceria's smooth waist and flung her right back onto the bed.
As she sank into the soft mattress, Geon's hard chest pressed flush against her back. Bare skin sliding against bare skin, his hot breath against her nape — Ceria's spine froze on reflex.
"And where might you be going?"
Geon's lazy, yet fully awake voice needled her ear.
"W-wait a second…! I wasn't trying to bother you… just getting dressed…!"
Ceria squirmed, trying to make her excuses, but his hand slid up her thigh and seized her bare breasts, swollen and oversensitive from the night, giving them a firm twist.
"Haaang…! Nnh…!"
"Dressed? A trained bitch doesn't need clothes."
Geon bit lightly at her earlobe, whispering in a low, mischievous voice.
"'Bitch Ceria, morning masturbation, commencing.' We'll start with that."
"B-but… this early in the morning, that's…!"
"What did I say about backtalk? Or shall I keep pulling on your nipples until they tear off?"
The moment Geon's fingertip flicked lightly across her protruding nipple, Ceria's whole body jerked as if in a seizure. The memory of the maddening pleasure that had followed yesterday's cruel pain flashed through her mind, and terror and arousal exploded inside her at once.
"N-no! I'll do it! I'll do it…!"
In the end, Ceria raised her own fingers once more and pinched down on her bared breasts. Tears welled up from the shame, but the undeniable sensation of being dominated forced her mouth open.
"Bitch… Ceria…! M-morning masturbation… commencing…!"
"Too quiet. Play with your chest yourself and report properly, just like yesterday."
Geon pressed himself tight against her naked back, one hand clamping her waist firmly in place as he leisurely savored the sight of Ceria tormenting her own breasts.
"Hnngh…! Bitch Ceria… first thing in the morning… twisting her own breasts… and feeling pleasure…!"
"Which breast is standing up more lewdly?"
"Th-the right one… the right nipple you touched, Master… it's sticking out so hard… I'm going to go crazyyy…!"
As Ceria's fingers rubbed frantically at her nipples, the juices flowing out from between her legs soaked the bedsheets damp. Her reason and her soldier's pride had been blown to pieces, but under Geon's cold gaze, the pleasure of being dominated was melting her brain down to nothing.
"Very well done. That's the expression of a bitch asking for permission to come."
"Hah, hah…! Please…! Let me come…! Master…!"
"Good. Come."
"Aaaaang-!"
The instant that single word of permission fell, Ceria's body arched high off the bed, seized by wave after crashing wave of orgasm in the sun-drenched morning sheets.
Watching Ceria shudder from head to toe in the afterglow, gasping for breath, I gave a small smirk.
"That's it for morning training. Now feed me. I'm hungry."
Ceria panted, her face still dazed with lingering pleasure and shame, then hurriedly snatched up her clothes and headed for the kitchen. True to her military training, her hands moved fast. In no time, a steaming hot breakfast was laid out on the table.
I sat down across the table from Ceria and picked up my spoon.
"Miss Ceria, have you been eating properly lately?"
At my question, Ceria moved her spoon listlessly and answered curtly.
"I haven't had a single proper meal since I got back here. Just grabbing whatever was quick and easy."
"Is that so?"
I set my spoon down and changed the question.
"Then let me rephrase. The food you're eating right now — does it actually taste good?"
"Obviously it does. I made it mysel—"
Ceria's lips faltered mid-sentence. I didn't miss that reaction, and smiled.
"See? Ever since your tongue was modified and you sucked my cock in the Private Room, nothing else tastes like anything but bland filler to you. Nothing but my cock satisfies that mouth anymore."
"That's ridiculous…! There's no way!"
Ceria shot up in her seat, protesting.
"Then let's test it."
I stopped eating and slid my chair back slightly. Pushing down my pants and underwear in one motion, I pulled out my cock, already standing at full attention.
"Suck it and see."
Ceria covered her face partially with both hands, aghast.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Put your clothes back on, right now!"
"Save the protests and get over here and suck."
"No! Why would I ever do something like that…!"
"Nipple training. Commence."
"…?!"
Choked by her own body's reflex, Ceria gasped, her flesh reacting completely against her will. She scrambled up from her chair, jammed a hand inside her top, and began twisting her stiff, sensitized nipples with her own fingers.
"Haaah?! N-no…! Why is my body doing this?!"
Even she was shocked by her own conditioned reflex, eyes going wide as saucers.
"If you don't suck, I'll just keep ordering it. Want me to keep grinding your chest until you come?"
"F-fine! I'll suck it! I said I will!"
Finally, Ceria surrendered, tears streaming down her face.
"Stop."
The moment the command dropped, Ceria's hands froze solid.
Ceria chewed on her lip as she approached me. Down on her knees on the floor, my cock was right at her eye level. Watching her hesitate and stall, I let out a deep, deliberate sigh.
"Haah…"
Even at that small sound, Ceria flinched, then hastily stuck out her tongue and gave the shaft a tentative lick.
Slurp-.
And in that instant, Ceria's eyes flew open.
"……?!"
An insane burst of umami slammed into her brain, a savage jolt of gustatory pleasure. Startled even by her own reaction, Ceria stared wide-eyed, then pushed her tongue out long and ran it up the length of my cock again.
Lick, lick-!
Delicious. Insanely delicious. Compared to the meal she'd just cooked, this was a different dimension entirely — lewd and rich and overwhelming — and Ceria, completely lost to it, kept working her tongue over me without stopping.
"Does it taste good?"
When I looked down and asked, Ceria hesitated, her face flushed with shame — but she answered honestly.
"I-it's delicious…"
I smirked and pulled my cock away slightly.
"Hold on a moment. I need to finish my breakfast too, so you can have yours down there between my legs, Miss Ceria."
When I sat back down and spread my legs under the table, Ceria crawled beneath it as if in a trance. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she stuffed my cock deep into her mouth and began sucking.
Chup, chuuup, chururup-!
Lewd, muffled glucking sounds of secret feasting echoed from under the table.
By the time I finished eating, I glanced down beneath the table. Ceria wasn't just frantically sucking my cock — she was desperately lapping her tongue over every inch, from the head to the shaft to the balls hanging below, consuming me like a woman possessed. She looked like a starved glutton finally savoring a royal feast.
"Now, let's wrap up breakfast. Keep sucking."
"Mmph, chup, chuuup…!"
At my command, Ceria took my cock even deeper into her throat, working her tongue furiously around it.
"Haah… here it comes."
Throb-! Throb-!
Thick, viscous semen poured down into the back of Ceria's throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting her cheeks bulge with the mouthful of cum, then chewed and gulped it down with audible swallows, drinking every last drop clean.
When the meal was over, Ceria slipped my cock from her mouth, and I looked down at her.
"It was delicious, wasn't it?"
Ceria licked the white residue from the corner of her mouth with her tongue, hesitated — then finally nodded with lewdly glazed eyes.
"…Yes. It was delicious."
The languid afternoon sunlight stretched long across the living room floor.
On my knees before him, I stared up at the man lounging diagonally on the sofa with his legs crossed. One hand cradling a coffee cup trailing a soft aroma, he was watching me with eyes full of leisurely amusement.
"Haah… hah… nnh, Master… please… please let me come…!"
A continuation of the morning training. At his command, I was endlessly twisting my nipples with both hands, enduring the pleasure that kept surging up through me.
Please… stop — no, let me come… I'm losing my mind…
But coming without permission was not allowed.
My body, forcibly held at the edge, trembled uncontrollably as if being punished. Tears and drool ran down off my chin.
The man took a leisurely sip of coffee and opened his mouth.
"Miss Ceria."
"Hah, aaah… s-speak… speak, Master…!"
"You should thank me for meeting you."
At that out-of-nowhere remark, my fingers froze mid-squeeze on my nipples, and a blank look crossed my face.
"What…? Thank you… for what? For… hah, torturing me like this…!"
"You're not following me."
He set his coffee cup lightly on the table and sank deeper into the sofa.
"Right about now, Riri and Kaila are somewhere out there doing exactly what you're doing — twisting their nipples and masturbating, just like Miss Ceria."
"…Huh? Riri and… Kaila?"
At the names of my comrades, my eyes wavered without mercy.
My subordinates too…?! No…!
"Of course. They passed through my hands, after all. By now their tongues have probably been modified just like yours — all their favorite foods tasting like nothing. They won't understand why, and they'll be curled up in a corner of their rooms, crying."
"N-no… that can't be…!"
I shook my head violently, my face drained white.
That's a lie… it has to be a lie, right? Riri… Kaila couldn't have been broken like me…!
"Then Riri and Kaila are exactly like me…"
"That's right. But you're the lucky one, Miss Ceria."
He rested his chin on his hand and looked down at me. That cold, arrogant gaze bored straight through me.
"At least you get to stay by my side — eat breakfast straight from the source, receive my touch like this. Riri and Kaila have been left abandoned, going slowly insane. So you should be sincerely grateful you met me. Aren't you?"
"Hnngh… hnn…"
Tears dripped down my face, one after another, from the shock and the humiliation.
How did it come to this? Why am I… why do I feel relieved hearing that my comrades have been broken? I should be grieving for them… so why is what I actually feel relief — relief that I'm the one here beside this man…?
This shameful hell I was living through wasn't mine alone — even my comrades were being tamed like beasts, exactly the same. And within that hell, I was, absurdly, taking comfort in nothing more than the fact that I was at this man's side, as if that alone were my salvation. That revolting realization ground my pride into complete dust.
"Now, enough thinking."
His cold voice struck my ear.
"Keep moving. If you're truly grateful, then beg me yourself — beg me to let you come."
"Haaaaang…! Master…! Thank you… thank you for making me your bitch…! Please, please let me come…! Aang, aang…!"
I couldn't hold onto my reason any longer. Even as the tears poured out, my own hands tore at my breasts, rougher and rougher.
In the cozy bedroom of her family home, Kaila lay on her bed with her eyes completely glazed over.
Night after night, the hypnosis etched into her brain and the afterimages of pleasure would not leave her alone. The ripples of ecstasy Geon had left behind had made even the air of her hometown feel foreign. Out in the living room beyond her door, her family was calling her name with worried voices.
"Our daughter's been shut up in her room all day. Aren't you coming out for dinner?"
"……"
Her mother's voice carried through the door, but Kaila couldn't even bring herself to answer. Her reason had shattered long ago. She slid silently down off the bed and collapsed face-down onto the floor of her room.
"Master… please… don't throw me away…"
Whimpering the words, Kaila raised both her own hands and began roughly crushing her bare breasts.
Squish-, squueeze-
"Ahang… nnnggh…! Master… please punish me… my body… is Master's bitch…!"
And the more her family knocked on her door, the more Kaila — caught between the terror of being discovered and the hallucination that Geon was watching her — twisted her nipples like a woman gone mad. Even as she foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the floor beneath wave after wave of consecutive orgasms, her lips kept calling Geon's name, begging.
At the same time, Riri sat at the dinner table of her family home, facing her family over lunch. Her younger sibling asked with a bright, cheerful smile.
"What's wrong, unni? The food not agreeing with you? Mom made your favorite, and you're barely touching it."
Riri broke into a cold sweat and forced the corners of her mouth up.
"N-no, it's nothing… I must just be tired."
But inside, Riri was burning up. Because of her modified tongue, the lavish homecoming feast her mother had prepared with such loving care tasted like nothing more than bland, ordinary food. The only thing filling her mind was the obscene sensation of that man's massive cock, lingering on her tongue.
And then, at that very moment, the imprint nerve buried in her body fired off like a seizure.
Ah…?! No, not here, not now…!
Heat flooded her lower belly, and her juices overflowed in an instant. Riri shuddered, her legs twisting together under the table. Barely managing to finish the meal under her family's watchful eyes, she bolted to her room and locked the door behind her.
"Hah, hah… I've lost it. I've completely lost my mind…!"
The moment she was inside, Riri tore open her uniform top and seized her own breasts with both hands without mercy.
"Aaaang! Master…! Even while I eat… all I can taste is his cock…! My body is completely ruined…!"
Staring at her own grotesquely glazed eyes in the mirror, Riri wept — and still she could not stop the bitch's moans of a female craving Geon's cum, ripping at her own nipples with her fingers.