Even in Hell, I Will Have Revenge. 3
Oxytocin is the hormone that boosts trust and bonding, especially strengthening group cohesion in threatening situations. It's the one religious groups secrete heavily to tighten internal bonds.
Jin Sun-mi's mirror neurons were already firing. She was reading the room with heightened sensitivity, reacting even more faithfully to the hierarchy. It was like regressing to a primitive primate society. Her brain was going through the same process as Kim Myeon-hyeong's. Right now, that little brain of hers was probably gushing oxytocin and vasopressin. These two hormones play a key role in forming social bonds and hierarchies. The oxytocin flooding Jin Sun-mi's brain was making her submit to the new hierarchy. By my calculations, she saw me as her superior now. Since I was the superior of her former superior, Kim Myeon-hyeong. This wasn't just social structure—it was neural rewiring in her brain.
Jin Sun-mi, the 176cm model-turned-secretary. Her blouse buttons were undone, cleavage spilling out. The curves of her watermelon-sized tits were on full display. Pale skin. Eyes locked on the gap in her shirt, hoping for a nipple slip.
Jin Sun-mi kept staring at me. In her heels, she looked 184cm tall. Long legs stretched sexily, tight skirt hugging her round ass perfectly. I unzipped while seated, then crooked a finger at her. This simple gesture is a classic nonverbal command from dominant primates. One finger's twitch sends a "submit" signal through complex neural networks straight to her brain.
A tense moment stretched. Crucial. This was the instant mirror neurons and oxytocin finalized the new power structure. Neurotransmitters and hormones interacting to sway her decisions.
Jin Sun-mi hesitated. Her gaze flicked to Kim Myeon-hyeong, then back to me. Still haughty, but shrinking before me. Her limbic system had already clocked me as higher rank. Finally, she moved.
Click. Click. Click. Slowly, naturally, she stepped onto the dais I'd made. Slid under my chair and knelt. The moment her bulging tits in that white luxury blouse brushed my thighs, dopamine exploded in my brain.
Jin Sun-mi parted her lips with a tchup. That mouth, once strutting with mixed English, now gaped before me.
"Hng... hah."
Her wet lips hovered over my cock, hot breath washing my glans with a short sigh. Churp, churp... First contact—lips enveloping the head, lewd sounds echoing in the office. Her tongue tip teased the urethra like a pro, skill screaming experience. Focused licks under the glans? Hundreds of reps.
Chwup... jup, jup jup, jurb.Churp... The company's hottest babe, ex-model, sucking my dick.
Her cheeks hollowed with vacuum suction, pulling me in. Tongue swirled relentlessly around the head; occasionally deepthroating till she gagged. "Gurgk... glrk, gulp." Saliva and precum dripped from her lips. Lips and chin glossy, overflowing, but she ramped up the enthusiasm. Empty mouth to hold just the head, then sudden deep swallow—rhythmic perfection.
My calculations nailed it. Kim Myeon-hyeong's face screamed surrender. Not just Jin Sun-mi submitting—his bitch was mine now. Neuroscientifically, sexual submission spikes dopamine and oxytocin. Her brain rewired: me as alpha, obedience as safety and belonging.
I stroked her hair, petting her like a good pet. Soft touch stimulated her parietal lobe for tactile pleasure, boosting oxytocin more. Bonding intensified.
Jwup, smack smack, jurb...Gulp, gulp. Tongue circled the frenulum. Saliva pooling for sluttier slurps; deep throats gagging proof of her passion.
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182 oral creampies' worth of insane skill unleashed. Pro-level: tease head, sudden deepthroat; tickle urethra; squeeze shaft with lips. Jwup, jurb, jwup, glurk. Her long hair swayed as my cock plunged her throat. Tears streamed each thrust, but she went deeper, faster.
- How's my technique? Her upturned eyes said it while sucking—teary but craving approval. Desperate to satisfy me with her skills.
Tongue circling the head, sudden urethral jab—expert pattern. Fellatio masterclass. Kim Myeon-hyeong gazed up with a Joker smile. His bruised, swollen face nearly made me laugh—eyes half-shut, nose and lips crusted with blood. Like a boxer post-beatdown.
Myeon-hyeong-ah. You've got a daily beatdown routine now.
'Mirroring,' 'mirror neurons,' and 'oxytocin' brain hack: success. Neuroscientifically, hippocampus (long-term memory) and nucleus accumbens (reward) activation reinforces it. Repetition strengthens the circuit. Demons blindly follow routines, obey rules, bond via oxytocin, strict hierarchy. I'm top predator here now. Order in chaos. Submission to command. Like demons to higher demons.
Suddenly, recalled last night's fog-watcher. Something stronger puppeteering the tit demons. That fog lurker? High-tier demon maybe.
Stroking Jin Sun-mi's head, one-handed mobile search. Her service? Routine now.
- Shit, excretion, demons, flies, centipedes, bugs. Keyword combo.
Shit + excretion + demons: Belphegor. Flies + centipedes + bugs: Fly King Beelzebub.
Fuck. Demon lore checked out. Legends ruling the fog? Likely. Hell descended, demons poured—if so, Belphegor or Beelzebub the culprits.
Imagination ran wild. Demon hunter me... hunting hell's demons my gig? Whatever. Fuck it if not.
Jin Sun-mi's tongue work churned my balls' load into a whirlwind. "Damn, you suck like a pro." Grabbed her head, rammed her esophagus. Blasted one.
Spurt spurt, splurt. Her pretty face wrecked. Backflow cum snorted out like snot. Still sucking nonstop—no stop signal from me.
Normal girls bail with "jaw hurts." Not Jin Sun-mi. Zero complaints. Churrp. Churp. Shlurp. Face circling for vacuum blowjob. Post-nut, my still-hard cock gave no respite.
Jin Sun-mi's face alone demands worship. Stare = instant boner. Ignore the floating numbers—claim her. Fully mine now. Her brain's mine. Owning this beauty? Conquest rush spiked my head.
Churrp~ churp! Pha~ churp. Reward time for her eager sucking. Light head grab to pause. Her eyes lifted. Lips puckered, swirling my cock like a lollipop. I shivered lightly. She got it—mouth wide ahh, tongue out long. Big eyes beaming up, cheeky grin.
Whoa. Fucking gorgeous.
Cum erupted—splashed her face and eyes first, then straight to mouth. Mild shock at volume, then nonstop gulp gulp.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, pah~"
Her throat bobbed, gulps echoing. Spillover trailed chin to blouse stain—but she kept sucking. Squeezed every drop. Pulled off, looked up smiling. Natural eye-smile with dick-sucking grin. Licked and tongued clean like a dutiful pet pleasing master.
Pet her head lightly. She nuzzled my thigh like a pet. Satisfaction on her face, begging praise. Now self-motivated pet behavior.
Jin Sun-mi locked on my gestures. Finger crook: approach. Backhand wave: back off. New trick untaught: V-sign: spread legs. Brain Pavlov-conditioned to my nonverbal cues. Circuits rewired like Pavlov's dog.
Nice. V-sign, bend knuckle—she hopped on desk, M-legged. Skirt hiked naturally. Smooth thighs exposed, stocking tops to garter belt black straps crystal clear.
A woman dancing to my gestures. A premium beauty like this.