The First One (2)
The liquid flowing through her veins wasn’t her own blood. Something else entirely clouded her judgment. Her body refused to obey her, and her tongue twisted like she was drunk, making speech impossible. I tossed Seo-hee onto the bed like a discarded rag. From my bag, an assortment of adult toys spilled across the sheets.
In her eyes, I caught a flicker of fear mixed with anticipation. But mostly there was only a hollow, animalistic gleam—pure craving for pleasure, stripped of any trace of reason.
“...Hurry...!! Hurry... mmmph?!”
Seo-hee was already so desperately aroused she felt no shame. She spread her own folds without hesitation, urging me on. I silenced her drooling mouth first with a gag.
“Who said you could speak? You wait until I give you permission.”
“...Mmmph?!♡”
Before the startled Seo-hee could react, I pulled out handcuffs and restraints, securing her body to the bed. Her arms and legs were now completely helpless.
“...Haa...♡ Uuu...♡”
If she truly wanted, she could break free at any moment. With her strength, even metal handcuffs would snap like twigs. But she didn’t want that. She craved exactly this—being bound, stripped of freedom, treated like a toy. That was what she had longed for.
So I decided to grant her wish. To complete her perfect restraint, I covered her last remaining freedom—her sight—with a blindfold.
“....♡”
Now all she could do was exhale weak, muffled breaths through the gag. Completely defenseless, her naked body lay exposed. I intended to torment it slowly, thoroughly, and obscenely.
I picked up a bottle of oil from the pile of toys and poured it over her through my hands. The liquid was slightly cooler than body temperature, making Seo-hee flinch in surprise. Once I’d used what felt like the right amount, I placed my now-slick palms on the body before me.
“...!♡”
She trembled, letting out faint gasps as I began massaging the oil into her skin, starting from her breasts and working across her entire body. The overhead light reflected off her glistening, oil-slicked curves, tracing every contour in a lewd shine.
Come to think of it, Seo-hee had a body that could rival anyone. Her breasts couldn’t match Chae-yun’s size, but their shape and softness were exquisite—beautiful in every way.
After admiring her slippery, oil-coated form, I traced my tongue from her neck downward, tasting every inch of her.
“...Mmph..?!♡”
Traped in darkness, Seo-hee twitched and writhed at the unknown sensations crawling across her skin, clearly overwhelmed by pleasure. I had no intention of giving her any rest.
I immediately pulled out nipple clamps—tools designed to torment sensitive buds—and attached them to both of her nipples. Her body arched dramatically in response.
“...!!♡♡”
Next, I retrieved a small device no larger than a finger joint. Despite its modest size, it had surprising weight. The pink toy featured a central hole, giving it the appearance of a tiny ceramic vessel. Inside that opening were densely packed, bumpy little protrusions.
True to its purpose, I fitted it precisely over her clitoris—the most representative erogenous zone—just above her already soaking wet pussy. The sight alone sent a strange thrill through me.
But I wasn’t the only one feeling pleasure. Attacked continuously by the tiny nubs inside the device, Seo-hee couldn’t tell if the sounds escaping her were screams or moans.
“Mmmph!!! Haa...!!♡”
“This isn’t all.”
I turned on the simple remote that came with the set. The device covering her clit began to vibrate faintly.
“...?!!♡♡”
Even though the vibration was weak, her back arched violently and every muscle in her body went rigid. She shook as if electrocuted, trembling so intensely it was almost frightening. Her body kept sending desperate signals begging for mercy, yet her lower half seemed to disagree completely. Instead, her pussy gushed an unidentifiable liquid nonstop, splattering the room like joyful tears. Seeing it, I reached the limit of my own arousal.
But to enjoy this a little longer, I needed some patience. Then another fun idea suddenly came to me.
“...Ugh?!♡ Mmmph!!♡”
Without a word, I stood up from the bed and began gathering my clothes. With her vision blocked, her other senses had sharpened to an extreme. She instinctively realized what I was doing. Even blindfolded, she turned her head toward the sound of my footsteps.
“...I forgot to buy something. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Mmmph..?♡♡ Brruuu♡♡”
I left the bag behind, grabbed only my wallet, and stepped out the door. Seo-hee had been wailing desperately even before I left the room, but once I closed the door behind me in the hallway, the sound of a woman trying to escape overwhelming pleasure vanished completely behind the perfectly soundproofed walls.
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“...Ah... Aaa....♡”
What the hell... where am I... I remember going into the motel with that bastard Im Chan-woo and taking off my clothes... but my body won’t move. My vision is blurry and fractured, splitting the light from the ceiling lamp into countless rays. I can’t think anymore. My brain feels burned out. What was I doing again...
“Ahh...♡...”
I don’t know... It feels good, so it’s probably fine...♡
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“Whoa... what’s that smell?”
After thoroughly ravaging Seo-rin’s ass three times and her mouth once, I returned to the motel with her about three hours later. The moment I opened the door, a thick scent greeted us. It wasn’t exactly foul, nor was it fragrant—just an intense, heavy odor that filled the entire room.
I didn’t need to look to know where it came from. When I approached the bed, I found Seo-hee completely drenched in some kind of fluid—sweat or something else. She must have thrashed wildly; the blindfold had slipped, covering only half her vision. The gag was in a similar state. She existed in a hazy limbo where it was impossible to tell if she was conscious or not.
But I could tell exactly what she wanted right now. Her body still twitched in short, weak spasms, and her pussy continued to leak fluids in small spurts. Seeing that, I thought she must have spent a very satisfying amount of time like this.
It seemed the right moment to slowly wrap up my mischievous little prank.
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“Haa, if you can’t even last three days, what am I supposed to do...”
A single lump of meat lay on the operating table. That’s right—it had been a person just yesterday.
“What did I do wrong...”
Where had I made a mistake? The plan had been meticulously designed to keep the subject alive for at least three days. I scratched my head in frustration, then removed the surgical cap that had covered my head for two days and tossed aside the mask that had been suffocating my nose and mouth. I stared down at the lump of meat.
What I had experimented on him with was, of course, fusion with the petals. I had started slowly and carefully. Whenever there was even the slightest sensitive reaction, I paused and adjusted the synchronization between the brain and the petal. I had run various tests, controlling different senses and emotions—pain, joy, sorrow, pleasure—and observed the responses. So what had gone wrong? What exactly?
I was unbearably curious. About them. About what they truly were. Who was that male-type entity? What made him special? How was he different from an ordinary human? This tiny flower...
Come to think of it, even without him, I could probably spend a day alone just fine. Solitary delusions. Having time just for myself was important too.