Chapter 22 — Rosa's Special Repayment (3)

Morning. Royal Palace lodging. The moment I open my eyes, my mental spreadsheet updates automatically within that single beat.

...Huh? Why's it updating automatically? I didn't do anything last night.

The update isn't from my input. Last manual check was three days ago, third session. Yet the gauge has tipped one notch further.

...This means she's alone right now, replaying what happened to her body in her head over and over. Replays are automatic seed growth. I don't even have to do anything. Fucking efficient as hell.

I grab my bag.

Afternoon. Slum herb alley. In front of the shop. [Closed Today]. Rosa's handwriting. Fourth time. I push the door open.

Tinkle.

Same dimness. Small lantern on the counter. Two teacups. Fourth ritual. Rosa's behind the counter. Knot intact. Fatigue under her eyes a full tone deeper than three days ago.

"...You're here, Do-hyun. Tea first, then we start."

Two sentences in one breath. "Sure."

Same sequence. Dry leaves. Hot water. Pale green. Three minutes. First sip. Second. Third. Pace a tone faster. Ninety seconds. Rosa's shoulders drop.

I layer Mental Interference Lv.2 - Suggestion and Emotion Control in position. Resistance surface thinner from the fourth sedative herb cup. Rosa sets her cup down.

"...Let's begin, Do-hyun."

"Sure."

Half-step behind the counter. Today, Rosa kneels on the mat first. Ritual order. Her hand over clothes. Inside clothes. Takes my cock into her mouth. Exact same beat as last time. Deep to soft palate. Once. Twice. Tongue circles the glans ridge. Slurp. Squeeze. Slurp. On the third beat, rhythm shifts a tone. Rosa takes it deeper to soft palate once more.

I classify it as "efficiency." But my body reacts a beat ahead of classification. Rosa's waist bends. Between her knees, a tone wetter. Heat spreads sideways inside her pussy. Throat squeezes the tip. Squeeze. Slurp. Squeeze. Rhythm deepens. Lips clamp the base tight, throat grips the tip hard. Whole body shudders a beat. But strangely, no limit.

...Right on plan.

Truth is, before entering this shop, I planted a single Suggestion on myself. 'Ejaculation won't come until I allow it.' Lv.2 self-suggestion. Application of self-hypnosis from clinical psych training. Locked my body's ejaculation circuit with my will.

Reason's simple. Her mouth alone won't finish me. I need her to ask herself, "What more do I need to do?" For that, I can't cum.

One more beat. Two more. Limit line still held by my will. Cock's rock-hard, but won't burst. From Rosa's view, her technique's failing.

Rosa pulls off my cock. Saliva strings from tip like thread. Breathing ragged.

"...Do-hyun. What more do I need to do to make you finish faster?"

Business tone. A line from a ten-year merchant querying trade efficiency. But inside that line hides, "My mouth alone can't send Do-hyun off."

...She just asked with her own mouth, "What more?" She admitted her own limit.

I take half a beat. "...Let me touch your breasts. Opens one more breathing channel, speeds it up."

Medical line. Grammar her ten-year merchant brain can classify as "breathing rhythm assist."

Rosa's brows narrow half a beat. "...Breasts?"

"Yes. Just one breast. Over the apron."

Rosa pauses a beat. Calculator whirs inside her business tone. Efficiency ledger adds a line. "...Got it. Over the apron only."

Rosa takes my cock back in her mouth. My right hand rises from under the counter, rests on her left breast. Over apron fabric. Not direct yet. Over fabric once. Twice. Palm circles the breast edge round. "...!"

Rosa's shoulders jolt hard once. Her throat swallows my cock deeper while mouthing it. Squeeze. Unexpected reaction. ...Whoa, her breasts this sensitive? More than her mouth.

My thumb finds nipple position over apron fabric. Small bump caught under cloth. Press once through fabric. Roll once. "Nggh—!" Unsuppressed syllable bursts from Rosa's throat. Muffled by cock in mouth, voice swallowed upward. But it burst clear. Business tone fully dropped half a beat. Throat squeezes cock tip madly in sync. Breast stimulus circuits straight to throat response. Seed sprouts at once.

Squeeze. Gulch. Squeeze. Squeeze. Rosa's throat milks my cock four times in a row. No room for inhale between. Teardrop at eye corner. Waist arches hard on mat. ...That's it. Confirmed breast-throat circuit. Here it comes.

My limit line crumbles at once. Dam bursts from one breast touch on blocked path. ...Cumming.

Cock base swells huge in her mouth, glans tip erupts ejaculation. Glans presses straight into her throat, semen blasts deep inside. Over tongue root. Across tongue to palate. Rhythmic pulses multiple times. Rosa's mouth freezes a beat on my cock. Tongue gauges spreading heat inside. "...Swallowing's most efficient."

Business tone. Gulp. Spread heat slides down throat. Tongue savors lingering taste once more. Rosa pulls off. Wipes mouth corner with sleeve. Apron unstained today too. Knot intact.

...Present this at conference, I'd be jailed first. Wanting to log this moment—her permitting breast touch, that one spot breaking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my ejaculation block—as data makes me the real idiot.

...Now.

Mental line flashes clear. One-two seconds post-climax. That clinical psych textbook window. Implants three times deeper than usual. I drop Suggestion Lv.2 line. Not shallow. Deep.

'Transactions with this therapist leave reward circuits in your body. You'll wait for the next one.'

Rosa doesn't detect that line entering.

Rosa sips her cup. Sedative herb bitterness fills mouth again. Tongue compares two flavors inside. One-beat silence. Rosa eyes ledger balance line again.

"...Do-hyun."

"Yes."

"This pace won't match the time. Mouth only is fifty silver per, but to clear balance in a month and a half needs thirteen more... My body can't handle that many."

Ten-year merchant unfolds profit-loss before ledger. ...Any other way?

This line. Rosa asks with her own mouth for methods beyond mouth. Doesn't say direct. But direction's one-way.

I take a beat. Keep business. ...Use pussy too, I'll raise to hundred silver per. Double rate.

Rosa's eyes widen once. Ledger numbers spin in her mental calculator. Hundred silver clears remaining 650 in seven. Three-day gaps, three weeks. "...Double?"

"Yes. Pussy too, double rate."

Rosa's business tone wavers a beat. But ledger numbers override. Ten-year merchant's profit-loss outpaces pride. "...Conditions same. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Apron, behind counter, business tone, address, ledger entry, minimal talk. All six intact."

"Yes."

"And one more tea before starting."

Rosa's ritual adds her share of sedative herb. "Yes." Rosa spoons more into cup. Three minutes. Sip. Sip. First double brew today. ...This optimizes trade efficiency. Not enjoying it.

Ten-year merchant's double negative defense. "Not enjoying" grammar only possible after presupposing "might be enjoying." ...Let's start.

Rosa rises from knees. Backs against counter rear wall. Hands on counter edge. Posture she set her own limits in. Over that posture, Rosa hesitates a beat. Business tone intact.

"...Do-hyun. I don't know why I came today either. Debt's answer my ledger already knows. What I want isn't that—it's another answer..."

First time ten-year merchant says with her mouth, "I don't know myself." I don't react. Just wait. One beat. Two. ...Probably the remaining debt. I'll file it that way.

Ten-year merchant's self-rationalization. ...Conflict stage. Rosa admitted with her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mouth she doesn't know why she came. Then instantly covered her doubt with her own answer. Watched conflict flip to rationalization live.

I stand before Rosa. Half-step distance. Rosa lifts skirt hem to one knee with fingertips. First time ten-year merchant lifts her own clothes with her own hands. Beige apron intact. Knot intact.

...Fuck, five years of PhD wasn't for pounding client pussy. Why's it working so well?

"Focus."

I step half closer. Bare skin edge under skirt hem touches. Cock tip meets her pussy entrance. Wet. Soaked since earlier blowjob. Rosa's breath halts a beat. Ten years celibate's beat. ...Do-hyun. My pussy's reacting before my will.

"I know. That's why timing's perfect."

I grip her waist one-handed. Glans parts pussy lips, slides in. Squelch. "Ughhh...!" Unsuppressed sound bursts from Rosa's mouth. Cock tip slips into spot untouched ten years. Pussy walls clamp cock from both sides. Ten-year celibate pussy's instinctive squeeze on intruder. ...This is real.

Mental line rampages. 'Prickly business-tone herb seller lifts her own skirt behind counter and takes me inside her pussy.' Calm down. Cock half-in, pause a beat. Time for her pussy insides to adjust to girth. Walls quiver faintly. ...Haa... haa... Rosa's breath shifts nose to mouth. Business tone fully dropped breath.

I push the rest slow. Sluuuurp. Full cock slides to her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deepest inside. Glans presses straight against front wall before cervix. "Ngh...! Uuugh...!" Rosa's back peels off wall once, slaps back. Hands grip counter edge harder. Knuckles whiten. Pussy insides squeeze cock madly. Deepest point presses glans more sensitive than anywhere. ...Grr... this... this feels so... Rosa fails to finish sentence. Ten-year empty spot filled at once sensation. Business ledger grammar can't name it.

I pull waist slow, thrust back in. First stroke. Splat. Splatter. Rhythm sets. Clear water sounds from pussy insides. I shift angle half-tone. Glans scrapes front wall spot direct. "Ughhh...!" Rosa's waist lifts huge off wall. Back bows like bow. That front wall spot three times more sensitive. "There...! That spot... ngh...!" Rosa names "there" with her mouth. First time ten-year merchant points her own pussy inside spot with her mouth.

I target exact. Same angle. Same depth. Repeat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splatter. "Ahh...! Ugh...! Haa...!" Business tone vanishes complete. Pussy walls clench-release per stroke. ...Do-, Do-hyun... wait...

"No. Stopping drops efficiency."

Cover in her frame. Rosa's pussy insides spasm huge once.

Work runs about five minutes. Heat clamps below my waist once. Limit. Cock base swells huge inside her pussy. I thrust to her deepest once more. Glans presses front wall before cervix. Splaaash....Cumming.

Glans tip erupts inside. Deepest wall once. Midway once. Once more. Rhythmic multiple. Rosa's pussy deepest fills with my hot cum. "Aaaah...! Hot... inside... deep inside..." Rosa's shoulders twitch a beat late. Pussy walls squeeze cock base longer. Detects spreading heat beyond her will. Pussy milks cum rhythmically like squeezing. ...Oh my.

Rosa's mouth drops business tone half-beat. Short syllable. Sorts breath through nose once. ...MILFs need creampie to settle. Calm. My cock slides slow from her pussy insides. As glans exits entrance, cum inside dribbles line between lips. ...Hnn... Rosa leaks small sound at sensation. Skirt hem tidied by fingertips once.

"...Logging in ledger."

Three days later. Fifth transaction. Same sign. Same dimness. Same ritual. Ninety seconds. Emotion Control and Suggestion. Resistance surface another tone thinner. Rosa's skirt hem rises beat faster than three days ago. Insertion. Pussy walls accept cock with familiar beat. Alternating pussy-mouth rhythm sets. Splat. Splatter. Squeeze. Sluuuurp. "Ahh...! There... again... ugh...!" Rosa says "there" and "again" in one breath. Her pussy remembers sensation from three days prior. Second creampie. Bursts deep inside pussy. Walls spasm reflexively to cum heat. ...Pussy auto-spasms at cum timing now. Learning complete.

"...Remaining 450 silver. Hundred each, five more. Three-day gaps, fortnight."

"...."

"This pace... feels right."

"Feels right" word. Means arithmetically right. But another "right" hides inside.

...Now just before 5/5. Two seeds growing proper. Time to plant final line.

Rosa tidies apron inside counter. Post-climax afterglow lingers in her eyes. Resistance surface thinnest today. I drop Suggestion Lv.2 two lines.

First. 'This therapist is your master. "Master" comes naturally from your mouth.'

Second. 'You are master's bitch. "Bitch" is your place.'

Two seed lines slip under resistance surface. Won't sprout now. Days later, next-next transaction, her mouth utters syllables unaware.

Rosa sorts herb storage inside counter, glances my way. ...Do-hyun. One more thing?

"Yes."

"As herb shop owner, one request."

Business tone. But "request" first from ten-year merchant's mouth. "Go ahead."

"You know sedative herb effects exact. That knowledge... other women might need herbs too, right?"

Rosa pauses beat. "If I research those herbs, it'd help you. Awakening release, relaxation, sensitivity control... Different combos per target."

...What'd she just say? With her own mouth, "other women." Before I even suggest, Rosa presupposes "other bitches" and offers herb research.

...Fucking perfect timing. Didn't know her merchant instinct this useful for me.

"Good idea, boss. Research it. Will need someday."

"Yes. Takes time, but I'll compile."

Rosa eyes herb storage once more. Ten-year merchant's eyes open new category.

"...Today's done. Next in three days."

"Yes. Three days."

I rise. Grab bag. Push door. Tinkle.

Walk out alley. Sun dipped another handspan. ...Breast-throat circuit confirmed. Pussy first insertion success. Master-bitch seeds set. Herb research bait too. Today's harvest overkill.

...Fuck. Were five PhD years for this? Bullshit, but it's working.

Sun dips final handspan. Herb alley end's lantern winks out last.