Trap 2
I carefully slid Shin Bomi's hot pants down slowly. White lace panties came into view.
"It's a little embarrassing..."
"Can I go inside?"
I lightly touched her silky thighs. Her legs parted slowly.
I pressed my lips to the softest flesh on the inside of her thigh.
"And this spot—the medial thigh nerve—connects directly to the pelvic plexus. Stimulating it here produces the same effect as caressing your most intimate area."
"Hah—"
Shin Bomi's hands came to rest on my head, but she didn't push me away. She was focused on the unfamiliar sensation. I could easily picture her in the lab, immersed in her research.
My tongue traced up her thigh until it reached her soaked panties. In the center of the white fabric, a vertical outline of dampness traced the slit.
"Your clitoris is slightly erect. Anatomically homologous to the glans penis—you know that, right?"
Manager Shin Bomi nodded faintly. I sucked hard on the small bump protruding through her panties with my tongue.
"Haaaah!"
Her cry burst out. Slurp, slurp, slurp. I sucked the little nub while licking around it. Her body trembled like it was convulsing.
"Th-this... kind of stimulation... is my first... ever."
I pushed her panties aside and began exploring her deepest depths with my tongue. Her moist labia majora and minora parted, welcoming me into the slick crevice without reservation.
"Haaa... there... it tickles..."
She twisted her body but didn't refuse. The sudden surge of pleasure was starting to overwhelm her brain, making her forget any resistance.
Smack, smack, smack! Slurrrp, slurp.
Shin Bomi gripped the back of my head, releasing and grabbing again as she grappled with this new ecstasy.
"My body... it's losing strength..."
She writhed in her first climax. I looked up at her.
"How's it feel, Manager? My 'seduction.' What kind of qualia is your brain experiencing right now?"
Lost in pleasure, Shin Bomi could only shake her head, no words coming out. She just pulled my head closer, craving deeper stimulation. Her intellect was crumbling under my primal assault.
"Hah... hah... Park... you're... incredible..."
She panted. I pulled my mouth from her pussy and met her eyes.
"I'm just giving your body what it wants. Reading the signals your brain sends and responding accordingly. Isn't this the most perfect form of 'communion'?"
Her gaze wavered at my words. As a neuroscientist, she understood completely. This wasn't mere sex. It was brains and nerves communicating directly—an intellectual game.
"You're... hacking my brain."
Her voice was low, laced not with fear, but awe.
"More like 'synchronization.' We're riding the waves of pleasure our brains create together."
I stood slowly and pulled out my erect cock. It nestled between her slick folds, the glans sticking softly to the spongy tissue of her labia. It aligned perfectly with her entrance.
"Manager Shin, you're a virgin, aren't you?"
Her body stiffened at the question.
"How did you...?"
"Your body tells me. The tense contraction at your vaginal opening... and this pure scent."
I inhaled deeply near her nose. The sweet, clean aroma wafting from her.
"I can't just leave a perfect specimen like you untouched. The qualia of your first experience will be invaluable data for my research."
"You... treating me like an experiment..."
Her voice trembled. I smiled.
"No. A fellow researcher. We're exploring the limits of human pleasure together—the unknown frontiers. Ready?"
I cupped her chin and turned her face to mine. Her eyes sparkled with intellectual curiosity and anticipation of the unknown. She nodded slowly, deliberately.
"Yes... I'm ready, Park Woojin."
Manager Shin Bomi called my name for the first time. A sign of progress—her heart opening wide.
I thrust my cock deep inside her. There was resistance, but I pushed all the way without hesitation.
"Aaaahhh!"
Her scream echoed through the room. A rapturous wail blending pain, pleasure, and intellectual ecstasy.
"Aaaack! It... hurts! Ahhh!!"
Her piercing cry threatened to tear the luxurious wallpaper. It wasn't just pain. It was the shock of a door sealed for twenty years being forced open by a massive key, mingled with awe at the flood of sensations beyond.
I stayed buried deep, pausing. The faint resistance of her hymen tearing, hot virgin blood enveloping my cock—it all transmitted vividly. Her insides were hotter, tighter, and more intricately wondrous than imagined.
"Hah... hah... it hurts... you're too... big..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she panted. Her usual cool intellect was gone. Only a helpless female crumbling before instinctual pain and novel sensations remained.
"It's okay, Manager Shin. Pain is just a temporary neural signal. Soon your brain will reinterpret it as a new kind of 'pleasure.' Neuroplasticity in the limbic system is far more remarkable than you think."
I whispered in her ear, licking her wet cheek softly. Salty tears mixed with sweet wine.
As my tongue brushed her skin, she shuddered again. I began moving my hips ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly. Her tight vaginal walls writhed sensitively to every motion of my glans—pushing shyly as if to expel me, yet clenching greedily for more.
"See? Your body already knows. This pain will fade, and something else will take its place."
My hand slipped under her knit top, cupping her full breast freed from its loose bra. The soft, elastic fullness filled my palm. I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, drawing a ragged moan.
"Hut...! Stop... touching... it feels weird..."
"Not weird—normal 'reward response.' Nipple nerves stimulate the ventral tegmental area, flooding your brain with dopamine. It's starting to register all this as reward."
I sucked her nipple gently while thrusting deeper. Her walls convulsed, gripping my cock tighter.
"Ah... aaa...! Hnggg...!"
Her resistance weakened. Painful groans morphed into moans of pleasure.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders, fully exposing her pussy for deeper penetration.
"Now... time to explore your deepest core. I'll gift you the ultimate qualia your brain has never known."
I slammed my hips up hard. My glans struck her cervix directly.
"Kyaaaaack!"
Her body went rigid like she'd been electrocuted, eyes rolling back in white. Pure sensory overload beyond her brain's threshold.
I didn't stop, pounding her depths relentlessly. Thud! Thud! Thud! Wet flesh slapped fiercely through the room.
"No...! Too... too deep...! My brain... it's melting...!"
She screamed and begged, but I ignored her, savoring her reactions and targeting her weaknesses obsessively.
Her walls, now defenseless, accepted every thrust. Virgin blood and juices mixed, trickling down her thighs. Her body rocked helplessly in waves of ecstasy.
"This is the essence of 'consciousness' you've always pursued. A storm of pure sensation paralyzing reason and logic. How is this 'experience'?"
I whispered in her ear, rubbing her clitoris hard with my fingers. She convulsed violently again.
"I-I'm... cumming...! No...! Me...!"
Her walls clenched madly, milking my cock. She squirted in orgasm. Ignoring it, I thrust faster and harder.
"Not yet. The real climax starts now."
Overstimulated beyond limits, tears streamed endlessly, her mouth spilling incoherent moans. Intellect shattered, only primal lust remained.
I pulled out and brought my cock to her face. Glistening with blood and juices, it hovered before her.
"Now, awaken your other senses. Analyze this 'experience' with your mouth and tongue?"
Dazed in afterglow, she stared blankly, hesitated, then parted her lips. Her red lips tentatively enveloped my glans.
"Hmph...!"
Her shoulders hunched at the foreign intrusion. I gently held her head, sliding deeper.
"How is it, Manager? The taste? The texture? How's your brain processing this new data?"
Instead of answering, she instinctively moved her tongue. Clumsy at first, then skillfully licking and sucking. Her brilliant mind learned fast, optimizing responses.
Slurp... slurrp... gluck... slurp slurp slurp.
Lewd sounds leaked from her mouth. I gripped her head, thrusting deeper into her throat.
"Guhk...! Ngh...!"
She gagged, tears flowing. I fucked her mouth, her tight lips rivaling her pussy's grip.
"What are you thinking right now, Manager? Tell me."
She struggled to speak around me.
"P-Park... your cock... gluck... too... slurp... big... can't... talk..."
Her words slurred, but clear. Smiling satisfied, I erupted hot semen into her mouth.
"Gulp... cough! Ngh..."
She coughed but swallowed desperately, not spilling a drop. I withdrew and lifted her face. White cum dribbled from her lips, eyes wet with pleasure and humiliation.
"Now you get it? There's a language of the flesh beyond reason and intellect."
"Hah... hah... I didn't know... that I was just a bitch craving pregnancy too..."
I laid her back on the sofa, spreading her legs wide.
"Cum inside... I want creampie pregnancy."
"The ultimate temptation."
I plunged back in. Her body tensed like a drawn bow, then collapsed around me. Shin Bomi was mine now, ready for everything.
"From now on, you're mine. Your brain, your body, your qualia... all of it."
I ravaged her fiercely, driving her into ecstasy's abyss again and again.
"Hiiing~ So good!! ♥♥♥♥"
Her writhing intensified—not just yielding, but moaning in endless pleasure waves.
"Cum... fill me... impregnate me~♥"
I emptied deep inside, hot semen flooding her virgin womb. She convulsed one last time and went limp, consciousness lost to pleasure's depths.
I dressed, exhausted. On the sofa lay Shin Bomi, drenched in sweat and fluids, blissfully asleep. No trace of pain on her face—just eerie peace.
I straightened her tousled hair and kissed her forehead lightly.
But suspicion thickened in my mind.
An Awakened? I sensed thick mana inside her.
Creampie lets you naturally feel the target's latent mana. Shin Bomi was hiding that she was Awakened.
Not just Awakened... maybe a demon? But why crave pregnancy?
She screamed for "creampie" then passed out. Sitting beside her, I needed to check for a soul thread in her neck or a zipper on her back.