Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Days at the Mansion, Exorcist in Crisis (Gyeol Ryeong - Body Modification, Aphrodisiac Massage)
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Sex through the ass felt entirely different from sex through the pussy.
The way pleasure built was different. The way it washed over you was different. Even how your body reacted to the cock thrusting inside was different.
But that foreign sensation of something invading through the hole... that never changed.
The feeling of something that wasn't yours filling you up inside—no matter how many times you went through it, you could never get used to it. You shouldn't get used to it.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Haaah... ugh... hyaaang..."
My rear pussy, drenched in aphrodisiac slime, was repeatedly pistoned by the Chairman's thick, rock-hard cock.
The way it stabbed into my sensitive inner walls or wriggled and rubbed against them as it plunged in... and the sensation of it pulling out long and slow, dragging my anus along with it... it was all too much to bear.
Then, midway through, he forced my body upright and ordered me to move on my own.
I obeyed, turning my back and ass toward the Chairman as I rocked my hips myself, impaling my ass on his cock over and over with a wet thud... thud....
Expanding my rectum with my own movements felt completely different from being fucked against my will just moments ago.
And no matter which way it happened, it felt impossibly good. A melting, tingling numbness filled my head.
Tshlurp... The meat rod sliding deep inside. The savage pleasure of its brutal shape brushing and grinding against every nook and cranny of my anal walls. The masochistic thrill surging alongside it... and so much more.
That's when Dom approached me again.
She said my pussy looked lonely and pressed her mouth to it, starting to lick.
"S-stop thaaat♡♡ Aaah, ah, ah♡...!!"
Even as I serviced the Chairman through my ass, Dom tormented my front—my secret slit and clit.
At this point, I couldn't even tell where the pleasure was coming from anymore. With my mind going white, I kept on serving them.
Spurt... splurt... spluuurt...
"Huaa, ha, huaaaaaah♡♡"
And finally, the Chairman started cumming inside me.
Taking his load in my ass. It wasn't like it could get me pregnant anyway. But it felt so good, so who cared?
"Our little Ryeong must be so happy to receive the Master's seed. He's bestowed such precious cum on a sow-toilet like you, so don't forget to be grateful, okay?"
"Haa...♡♡ Y-yes...♡♡ Th-thank you... I won't forget... I won't forget...♡♡ Nnghyiii...♡♡"
As I murmured my thanks, Dom stroked my clit while the Chairman behind me fondled both my nipples.
Was this praise for being a good girl? It felt good—too good. It was a problem... I couldn't think straight...
"Alright, let's keep going. The demo's over, so from now on, you'll be doing it tons—pussy, ass, whatever."
"Our Ryeong's gotta be thrilled☆ since the Master said so. Your mouth, armpits, navel, thighs—they'll all feel like pussies, so you can cum your brains out serving everywhere, over and over♪"
They yanked the chain of the Collar of Submission around my neck, trapping me between them as I listened to all this.
Refusal, of course, was out of the question.
And so my evening training and night service dragged on...
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And time passed.
Days 4, 5, and 6 in this mansion flew by in a blur.
These past couple of days weren't much different from before.
Late into the night—almost dawn or morning—I'd have sex with the Chairman (and Dom), attend to him through the night, then sleep.
As an exorcist, I didn't need long rest.
Oddly enough, the Chairman and Dom seemed the same.
They slept even less than I did. They slept some, but I'd never seen them do it. ...Though when I woke up, they'd demanded a wake-up blowjob as common courtesy and basic etiquette.
Shwaaaaa—
After waking, I'd wash lightly and eat.
During meals, I'd sit by the Chairman's side or in his lap, serving him. I'd feed him while his hands toyed with me nonstop.
Meals came with a set number of orgasms, so I had to hold back as much as possible—or finish eating fast.
Sometimes the Chairman got too focused on tormenting my body, so I'd have to act extra cute to get him to concentrate on eating.
...Or so Dom told me, but I still didn't know how to pull it off properly.
Flirting with a man felt wrong on principle anyway.
But no choice—it was the mansion's rule.
I tried my clumsy best to act coquettish. ...Not sure if it worked...
Morning training meant more service to the Chairman, then lunch.
After that, afternoon training.
Afternoon training took me back to the "VR Room"—that tentacle chamber—where I'd undergo hours of mental conditioning and body modification.
I was a bit shocked and wary when I first heard about it clearly, but Dom "convinced" me, and I accepted it naturally soon enough.
Now that I knew, I could feel the changes in my body more vividly.
My breasts felt heavier than before. Same with my ass.
My nipples seemed firmer, more fun to touch. My clit too.
Above all, they'd grown ridiculously more sensitive. It was obvious I wouldn't be able to wear underwear soon.
Other mods included producing more fluids or converting spiritual power into bodily secretions.
My breasts were the same—now they leaked spiritual power turned to milk.
Any decent pleasure or breast stimulation made milk squirt out instantly.
And when it did, an overwhelming wave of ecstasy hit.
Dom said they'd tuned the pleasure of milking to dozens of times what a man feels when cumming. I couldn't verify "dozens," but it was undeniably massive.
Now my breasts were hypersensitive—just kneading them could make me cum. Nipples rivaled or surpassed my clit, and sucking the milk made it even more insane.
Completely ruined. Useless flesh except for cock service—now an even bigger weakness.
I worried, but it was pointless, so I pushed it aside.
They also inscribed spells into my pussy, womb, clit, and ass.
I didn't know the details. Dom got annoyed explaining and told me to figure it out through experience.
The inscription method was striking, thanks to my spell resistance.
Bound by tentacles, limbs restrained, holes spread wide by thin tentacles—then delicate, yokai-power-infused rods like needles poked and pressed my fragile mucous membranes everywhere. That's how the spells were carved.
It felt like nerves being shredded raw.
And each spell meant cumming a dozen times in a row. Even my tough exorcist body fainted from exhaustion multiple times.
Hard to get that kind of stimulation again.
Thinking that got me "Aw, you miss it? So cuuute~" from Dom. Misunderstanding.
No way I'd want that again. ...Maybe just a little.
Deeper service knowledge, fetish tastes, guaranteed pleasure from creampies—all trained perfectly.
I was flawless now. No gaps.
Sex from start to finish, even creampie sensations—100% enjoyment, no, 2000% more.
"Normal life is toast now☆ You're totally broken. But your mental strength is nuts, so maybe you can barely manage daily stuff?"
Dom said that—what did she mean?
I'd received top-tier training. Why "broken"? Couldn't figure it.
Afternoon training and mods went like that.
Then another wash.
This time, Dom let me soak fully in the tub.
In nutrient-packed "special water" good for skin, health, and condition, I got her massage for about two hours, steeping in it.
While bathing, her various massages hit everywhere relentlessly, making me cum nonstop.
Hngh... huu... haa...!!
After that hellish two-hour pleasure massage and soak, I could barely stand on my own legs—body all messed up.
Was the massage that effective? Or the tub's "nutrient water" that restorative?
Everywhere burned hot, stung electric, pussy drooling lewd juices nonstop, and even toweling off made me cum so hard.
Before, Soul Breathing calmed me well. Now? Barely better than pissing yourself in fear.
Once ready, evening meal service, then endless night duty.
As a guest, it was mandatory—the mansion's rule. No refusing.
Even if I came till I passed out, I had to surrender my body to the Chairman.
My modded, aphrodisiac-seasoned, massaged body—to him.
'Huh... me... wait, what am I even doing...?'
Suddenly wondering.
Why'd I come to this city, this mansion...?
I questioned what was happening to me, what I was doing. Felt a strange unease, disconnect.
But I couldn't dwell. That's what they'd ordered.
No doubting.
—Accept it all.
That voice etched in my mind—I had to obey.
So with a body that could cum from walking, dripping aphrodisiac everywhere, I crawled down the hall on all fours.
My Collar of Submission, its chain gripped in Dom's hand as she led ahead...