Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Day 3 Morning: Flesh Toilet Service Training (Gyeol Ryeong - Titjob Service, Hypnotic Sex)
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Really, I had shown such an unbelievably embarrassing sight.
To think that at my age, a day would come when I'd wet myself. No, I had wet myself during the 'training' the day before yesterday too...
Is a woman's body just like this by nature? I guess the urethra is shorter than a man's or something, but even so, I don't think I've ever seen a woman casually wetting herself while living a normal life.
The shame was no joke, but with Dom by my side comforting me, I felt a little better.
"It's okay, it's okay," she said, stroking my hair, hugging me, and soothing me—it felt just like being cradled in my mother's arms.
"It's fine. You can wet yourself as much as you want, Lady Gyeol Ryeong. Did you know? Even your urine carries a decent amount of spiritual power—"
Hearing that almost sounded like encouragement to wet myself even more, which left me with a strange feeling.
Something felt off, but it was probably just my imagination. Yeah, probably.
"Later on, I'll even teach you to find joy in wetting yourself, making you discover the pleasure of urination. It'd be great if you got used to it."
Even so, I really didn't want that... But maybe I had no choice...
After finishing breakfast, the 'morning training' began.
The location for the training was the same as always: the Chairman's study.
Squish... squish... squish... squish...
Slide... slide... slide... slide...
Hoo... hooo...
Inside my unnecessarily huge breasts, which had become strangely hypersensitive.
Tucked between that abundant flesh was the Chairman's impressive, handsome cock.
Gripping my breast flesh with both hands, I rubbed and moved it diligently to pleasure the shaft sandwiched in between.
Occasionally, I'd let drool spill out—spurt—using it as makeshift lotion.
The cleft between my breasts was slick and slippery with my saliva, making it easy to stroke his cock smoothly.
My first titjob service went off without a hitch.
This was definitely my first time, yet once the Chairman commanded it, I knew exactly what to do.
How to move, how to position it, the tricks, even using saliva as lube... I knew it all without being told, as if I'd done it countless times before.
Did I have a talent for titjobs? No, not just that—various other techniques were popping into my head too.
I guess I was this lewd of a woman after all. No, I don't want to be a woman like this.
'I-it feels good... but my breasts are so incredibly sensitive...'
'Just having it sandwiched between them, and it keeps feeling better... tingling, shivering...'
This was 'training' to make his cock feel good.
But the more I did it, the better it felt for me. A relentless heat swirled in my womb.
The Chairman, who had been quietly receiving my breast pussy service, suddenly reached out and toyed with my engorged, erect nipples. At that touch, I let out a sweet sigh.
Aah... my nipples are so sensitive... touching them like that makes me feel it way too much...
"Good. I can feel you getting more sensitive with every moment. You're doing well, Exorcist."
"Hoo...♡ Th-thank you... But is this really... training...?"
"Of course. Proper training. You doubting it?"
"...No... I'm not..."
I felt something a bit off, but I couldn't doubt it.
This was training. Essential knowledge for living in this city, taught through excellent lessons. That much was certain.
"By the way, your breast size could be even bigger. For my tastes, I'd prefer ones that envelop everything more completely. They're filling the gaps nicely now, but the pressure is a tad lacking. The excessive bounce is something to consider too. Ah, of course, it still feels great. No need to worry."
"Breast... size..."
I already thought they were pointlessly big. For anyone else maybe, but for me, bigger breasts held no appeal. They were inconvenient to move around in—smaller would be better.
But making them even larger here? That would be a real problem in every way. I could barely see my feet as it was...
The Chairman continued appraising my breasts.
What shape he wanted, the desired sensitivity level, the ideal nipple form, and so on.
He even mentioned they'd soon be able to lactate. Lactating without pregnancy? I thought blankly.
"We'll need to pierce holes for piercings too. Decorating them with piercings will make you look way sluttier."
"Piercings... no..."
"Hm? Did you just say no? Can't have that. A bitch like you rebelling."
Was this punishment for accidentally refusing?
The Chairman raked his nails harshly over my nipples, then twisted them viciously.
"Haaak~~!!"
And I climaxed, feeling even that pain as dozens of times more pleasure. Cumming from just my nipples was becoming more and more normal.
"So, you hate it? Say it again."
"Hiiik... S-sorry, I'm sorry... N-no... even so, piercings... hik...?! Ah, ah, eek... Sorry... Please put piercings on me... hoo... so please stop with my nipples...♡"
Even after I submitted, he didn't let go of my nipples.
But unlike the intense punishment just before, his touch softened into slow, gentle strokes.
At this level of stimulation, it was fine, I thought, my mind going blank from the building pleasure at just the right intensity.
Though 'just the right' was still more intense than fingering my clit before.
"Later, not just nipples—your clit will get piercings too. Start mentally preparing now. Piercing the hole is quick, and nothing major changes. Don't take it too seriously."
"Y-yes... you're right... clit piercings too... gulp..."
I swallowed reflexively.
All the while, I kept servicing his cock with my breast pussy.
From kneading pressure around the sandwiched shaft to rubbing it inside, gradually building to more intense motions to please him.
Each time my heavy breasts bounced up and down, slamming into his body with lewd smack smack flesh sounds.
Sometimes I'd cross my breasts, alternating their up-and-down movements.
The sensation of my sensitive breasts gripping his cock. Combined with his hands still tormenting my nipples, my mind kept fading into a haze. Going blank.
Splurt splurt splurt spuuuurt—
And soon, the cock between my breasts began ejaculating noisily.
Semen spurted out forcefully, splattering my face and breasts freely, defiling them.
"Eek... haaaaa...♡"
The massive load of semen. Along with it, the thick scent and smell filling my nasal passages.
It felt several times stronger than before. Just the smell made me dizzy, my womb screaming it wanted to make a baby.
No. That's not it. It can't be.
Womb, baby— that would make me truly—
"Hm. It took a bit, but you successfully made me cum with your breast pussy. Good job, Exorcist. Here's some praise."
"Hoot... hoo... Thank youuu...♡"
I licked the liberated cock clean, then sucked the tip to draw out the last remnants from his urethra.
What do I do... This taste and smell are so addictive...
Thrust thrust
Slurp slurp
"Lift your hips properly. And your body's too tense. I get that you're sensitive and on edge, but relax more. Accept the pleasure and climaxes without fear—naturally. Got it?"
"Yesss...♡"
At the Chairman's words, and the spankings disciplining my ass, I felt a sharp tingle of pleasure and tried to relax my body.
The Chairman stood behind me, hands braced against the wall, plunging his magnificent cock into my pussy.
My body was already unnaturally sensitive and aroused. Plus, after the titjob training, I'd been held by him and brought to ruin multiple times targeting my nipples and clit—so it was obvious my pussy would be a sopping mess.
A thick, long, hard thing pierced my insides. Each thrust sent shivers up my spine and through my brain without end.
Haaaang...
I came again. Since his cock went in, who knows how many orgasms this was.
Even though he'd told me not to cum on my own, holding back was impossible.
"Cumming again? What a pathetic pussy. Admit it, Exorcist."
"Hoot... hooo... Pathetic pussy... yes it is... totally pathetic..."
"Incredible. Admitting it yourself means there's no hope."
But I couldn't help it.
This cock was so magnificent and amazing. An unbelievable kind I'd never seen.
Against something like that, my pussy—which clenched and felt amazing even from just fingers—had no chance of winning. No way to endure even briefly.
'No... but... the pleasure's there... but it feels a bit easier than before... I think I can serve better... clench to make it feel good...'
The pleasure was way more intense than before, but the tightness felt less overwhelming.
During our first sex, it was so tight even his cock could barely move, feeling good but painful too.
Now, it was 100% pure pleasure. Each movement inside brought endless waves of ecstasy surging up.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp
His cock drove to my deepest insides, pistoning back and forth repeatedly. The motions grew fiercer, our bodies colliding with lewd smack smack sounds echoing several times.
Soon, as his pistoning became ferocious, sending me into another brutal climax, that familiar sensation—the creampie—filled my belly.
Gush... gush... spuuuurt... spluuurt...
"Ooooh♡♡ Haaaah♡♡~~!!"
I felt his semen erupting, pressed deep against my core.
So forceful, so voluminous—I had no choice but to feel it. Something not mine adding to my insides, unmistakably.
I couldn't help but realize the process of a woman receiving seed and getting pregnant.
Of course, I wouldn't get pregnant... though I couldn't quite remember why...
After taking every drop, I cleaned his withdrawn cock with my mouth.
Cleanup fellatio was proper etiquette, as I'd learned last training.
And the training continued, relentlessly.
The Chairman's training lasted the entire morning.