Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: #1 Mansion Stroll Exorcist (Gyeol Ryeong - Bitch Leash Walk, Hypnotic Masturbation)
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When I heard about the Succubus Curse engraved on this exorcist, I think I had some kind of premonition.
And that faint premonition gradually turned into conviction as time passed.
This exorcist—this bitch—is loved by 'that woman'.
For this exorcist, it was undoubtedly a cruel fate. You could say she got tangled up with the wrong person.
To attract the attention of 'that woman' of all people. Better off dead.
At least if this man—the chairman himself—became the target of such attention, he would rip out his own heart and self-destruct on the spot.
That would be preferable. Far better than 'that woman's' attention and love.
'Poor thing.'
Either way, it was none of his concern.
He would simply do as he pleased, regardless.
And he had no desire to hand over what was now his to anyone else.
If asked what he planned to do next, all he could say was that he'd figure it out when the time came.
'It'll work itself out somehow. Above all, the deeper you think about that woman, the more you stand to lose.'
He shook his head in disgust at the unbidden memories of the past trying to resurface, deciding to put the thoughts aside.
"Exercise after meals is essential."
After finishing dinner, I was tugged along by the leash in the chairman's grip, crawling awkwardly out of the dining room on all fours.
The "exercise" he mentioned was, in a word, "dog walking."
And the "dog" being walked was, naturally, me. Gyeol Ryeong, the bitch.
Hard to swallow, but there was no helping it.
The chairman had called me a bitch, so I was a bitch. A bitch in heat, which explained why my body and mind burned with such overwhelming arousal.
I wished he would just stop.
But once the meal was over, I craved his touch even more.
And above all, I yearned for my hole to be stuffed... with his thick, long, hard, vicious rod.
Bitch in heat fit perfectly. I was a perverted bitch in heat.
"Come on, shake that plump ass more. Forget you're human. Right now, you're a bitch."
"Yes...."
"Hey, what good is human speech from a bitch? Again."
"...Woof!"
Praised with a "good girl," I wiggled my ass and crawled forward.
Crawling naked down the corridor felt strangely thrilling. Doing it on all fours was even more so.
It was called a walk, but we only roamed the mansion's interior. Even so, the place was so vast that no matter how far I crawled, the end never came into view.
After progressing some distance, my leash suddenly yanked taut. "Hold on, stop," he commanded. I halted my diligently moving limbs and turned to look at the chairman holding the leash.
"This spot should do. How about marking your territory?"
"...Territory...?"
"Yeah. With the exorcist's scent around, no stray yokai will dare come near."
My mind blanked for a moment. I couldn't grasp what he meant.
But the next instant, I slowly began to understand his words.
Of course. Territory marking meant that.
I was shocked. Embarrassed. Yet a strangely calm part of my mind remained, as if it wasn't worth getting worked up over—almost enlightened. Why was that?
"Hey, not gonna do it? You already pissed yourself once this morning. You won't claim it's fine as a person but not as a bitch, right?"
He was right.
I wasn't a person right now. I was a bitch.
So there was no shame. Nothing but to do what came naturally.
"I'll do it...."
With that, I assumed the position.
Not knowing a dog's proper stance, I tried lifting one leg a few times but failed, settling for a comfortable squat instead: knees raised, legs spread wide, leaning forward with my hips thrust out.
My pussy facing forward, I even spread it slightly with my fingers, just in case.
"Piss."
Whether I needed to or not didn't matter. The moment he commanded it, a sharp jolt coursed through the Obedience Collar around my neck. Soon, my bladder heated up uncontrollably, and urine gushed out.
Shiiiii—
"Hiiiik...♡"
Just pissing sent a shiver of ecstasy surging through me. It felt like my urethra had become an erogenous zone.
Pathetic whimpers leaked out as my body trembled. The stream wavered, forcing me to tense up and aim straight.
At last, I finished urinating in a corner of the mansion corridor.
I stared blankly at the stain and puddle I'd created with empty eyes.
"What a spectacle, exorcist bitch."
What did that mean? In any case, the chairman's hand stroked my head in approval, and I simply accepted it in a daze.
As aftercare for the mess, Dom—who had followed us—licked my pussy clean.
Embarrassment upon embarrassment piled up, but I couldn't refuse her kindness. It must have been hard for her as a maid to tolerate filth.
We continued strolling the corridor a bit longer before heading to the chairman's room.
The chairman's bedroom.
After the walk, once I'd brushed my teeth and finished washing up, the evening "education" began. Night service, as it were.
Haat... Ah... Haut...!
Squatting on the bedroom sofa, legs spread wide to display my pussy, I masturbated.
Masturbation. Pussy play. The words swirled in my mind. I'd never heard of such things in my normal life, yet they felt strangely familiar.
Love kneading my breasts... nipples feel so good... thrusting my pussy... clit too...!
This wasn't masturbation I wanted to do. It was a command. Education. Nothing more.
"Haa... Uu... Pussy... feels so good... good, good, good...♡"
Just following orders, yet I drowned in pleasure regardless.
Why did it feel this good...?
"How far along is the modification?"
"For now, full-body erogenous zones, amplified sensitivity on existing ones, and increased volume of lubrication and fluids. Dehydration countermeasures are complete, so no worries there, but make sure she drinks plenty of water anyway."
"Anything else?"
"Boosted anal sensitivity, added more weak spots inside the pussy, womb remodeling in progress. Breast milk prep is underway, and creampie orgasm training starts soon. Oh, mouth pussy modification is done. Once the switch flips, her mouth will feel like a pussy."
While I put on a masturbation show to impress the chairman, he sipped his drink and murmured with Dom.
Too engrossed to catch their words clearly. Even if I did, it was probably technical jargon I wouldn't understand. It always was.
But it didn't matter. I focused solely on the pleasure from my hand.
Huaaa... So incredibly good. I never knew my own body could feel this amazing.
Touching my nipples, stroking my belly, rubbing my clit, fingering deep inside and grinding... all of it felt incredible.
I couldn't believe I'd endured this long, avoiding it out of fear of embracing my femininity.
How foolish. Rejecting something this pleasurable. Deep down, I'd always craved it.
Aah... but....
Lost in my hand's pleasure, a pang of regret lingered in one corner of my heart.
My slender fingers couldn't compare to the rough, manly grip of the chairman's hand. If only my hands were bigger, firmer, thicker, calloused... I could masturbate so much better.
Smooth, thin, and delicate as they were, they felt good, but... somehow lacking.
Lacking, always lacking.
"Euuut♡~~!"
Roughly grinding inside my pussy and pinching my clit hard, I climaxed again with a moan.
But even that orgasm paled in comparison—to anyone watching, to me, to what the chairman or Dom gave me. Such a pathetic peak...
"Alright, move on your own. Show me the results of your education."
"...Yes...."
Atop the chairman's waist as he lounged arrogantly.
I mounted him there, dropping my hips to swallow his cock whole.
My hypersensitive pussy, still unsatisfied from the masturbation, felt ready to cum again at any moment.
So I lowered my hips with utmost care. One slip, and I'd squirt and climax in an instant.
Hooook...
Finally, I dropped fully, taking his sturdy cock to the hilt.
As always, it filled my depths perfectly, leaving no gaps in my belly. Just sitting astride it made my inner walls writhe on their own, chewing and clinging greedily. I barely held back from cumming right then.
"Haa... Haa... Hau...♡ I, I'll move... now...♡"
And slowly, I began moving atop his waist.
I knew exactly how to serve, how to move.
Those methods and memories filled my head. I didn't question why they were there.
Hips sliding front to back. Sometimes circling. Or tensing my belly to wriggle my insides. Never forget the seductive gestures. Above all, stay aggressive—even on the brink—never passive.
"Uuk... Uuu... Uaaaaah♡♡...!!!"
I served diligently according to the ingrained knowledge and memories.
Meant to pleasure him, yet every motion pleasured me dozens of times more.
Was his cock too vicious? Or was my pussy just a pathetic, oversensitive mess?
Thanks to that, I'd already cum countless times. But whenever I tried to pause, he'd yank my leash and urge me on, forcing me to continue with my post-orgasm hypersensitive pussy.
I moved my hips atop him for ages, dredging up every memory to milk his release.
In the process, I came not just a few times, but too many to count, reduced to a limp, melted ragdoll.
Byuruk... Byuruk...
At last, he began cumming inside my pussy. The familiar hot, thick torrent of semen flooded my belly.
"Huaa, huwaaaah~~~!!"
Was it satisfaction from drawing out his release? The thrill of receiving his seed? Or something else?
Either way, I climaxed hard once more, sighing blissfully as I arched my back like a bow.