Begging for More
“...Please do it more...♡”
On the surface she looked composed, but inside she was cheering. Watching her no longer reject sexual pleasure but actively enjoy it filled me with a strange sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
“Good. Since you asked so nicely, how about we try something that feels even better today?”
“...Something that feels even better...?”
Iran, sprawled languidly across the bed with a weak voice, tilted the end of her sentence upward as if showing interest in what I was offering. Trying something new is always difficult at first, but once you’ve taken that first step and gotten hooked, the second time comes easily. Iran was in exactly that state now. Sex had been unfamiliar and intimidating, yet her body had unconsciously remembered the pleasure. My offer of “something that feels even better” was more than enough bait to catch her curiosity.
If she was this curious, I could push things forward without any trouble.
“I’ll make you feel that floating sensation in a different place than yesterday.”
“...Yes...”
Even so, a trace of fear from the unknown still lingered. Her voice trembled slightly as she answered, and I felt her body shrink back a little. This was no time for vague hints. I needed to move fast before she could think too much.
I rummaged through the tools I’d prepared for training and pulled out a small, blunt pair of scissors. Then I cut a small hole in the crotch of the tights she was wearing. The thin fabric parted, revealing Iran’s pale, smooth, hairless pussy.
“...”
Between the black tights, her white, sculpted-looking folds rose in a gentle mound. A single drop of clear liquid had gathered in the tightly closed slit. I carefully touched my finger to that droplet.
“...Hnn...!”
Iran’s voice rose in surprise at the sudden cool sensation. I glanced up, worried, but she had only turned a little red. Still staring at the ceiling, she remained still as I returned my attention to her pussy and rubbed the dewdrop gathered at her entrance. When I lifted my finger, a thin strand of slick fluid stretched between us.
I pressed my index finger and thumb together, feeling the liquid that had slowly leaked from that hole.
“...Shall we begin?”
“......Ah?!♡”
Without waiting for an answer, I slowly and gently pushed my index finger inside her. The inside of her pussy, parted by my finger, was already burning hot. A strong resistance squeezed around my finger, proof of her untouched purity. If I exaggerated a little, it almost felt good enough to make me come just from putting a finger in...
The sight of her pussy swallowing my finger from the outside gave me the same shock I’d felt the first time I watched AV as a teenager.
“...Lewd.”
I was already an adult who knew everything there was to know and had tried everything there was to try, yet I couldn’t resist the erotic aura radiating from Iran. I slowly pulled my finger out, all the way to the tip, then pushed it back in just as slowly.
“Ah...?♡ Clothes...!?♡”
While I was lost in the sensation of her around my finger, I suddenly came back to my senses. What the hell was I doing? I needed to release Iran first instead of staring like this.
I tore my eyes away from her pussy and looked at her face.
“...Did it feel good?”
“...Yes...♡”
“Tell me what it felt like.”
“...It hurt at first... then it got hotter and hotter... and my head went all fuzzy...♡”
Iran’s lewd smile was something I was seeing for the first time.
“It felt better than yesterday...♡”
“Good...”
Now that I’d confirmed her condition, it was time to really get started. I moved the finger still buried inside her, gently stirring her inner walls.
“Ah?!♡ ...There...?♡”
Not here. Not here either. Then maybe around here? I pushed my finger deeper and curled it.
“Hnngh?!♡”
Iran’s hips bucked violently and her legs straightened out. So this was the spot. I’d found her G-spot, just below the cervix—the optimal place for effective development. I hadn’t expected to locate it this quickly.
“...Ah?!♡ My head, my head...?♡”
She was still staring at the ceiling, desperately trying to understand what was happening to her, but in her current state she would never figure it out. All she could do was imprint the sensation deep into her subconscious.
“...♡”
Just as I expected, she quickly caught her breath and went limp on the bed. I would teach this pleasure to Iran’s blank-slate body, imprint it into her subconscious, and erase any resistance.
“How was that? How did it feel just now?”
“...That one felt the best so far...♡”
At her words, I took off my pants and pressed my erect cock against her face. She flinched at first, but unlike when I first took her, she simply breathed calmly even with it right in front of her eyes. Her steady sleeping breaths brushed against my shaft, making me want to thrust into her pussy immediately, but I held back.
Without saying anything about my cock, I left it resting on her face while I kept moving the finger inside her, continuously stimulating her G-spot. Her body twitched and her inner walls clenched.
“Ah♡ Ah♡ My head again...?♡ I’m floating...!!♡”
“Are you about to come?”
“Come...?♡ Am I coming...?♡ Hnnngh...?!♡”
Her body trembled and sent me the signal. I pulled my finger out in response. Iran arched her back and experienced a violent orgasm unlike anything she’d ever felt before, squirting a stream of fluid from her pussy as her head fell back.
“...Ahh...♡ Hah...♡”
She wore the happiest smile in the world. Her tongue hung out and touched my cock, but she didn’t seem to care. She just kept panting, and finally her hips collapsed onto the bed as the stream of liquid gradually subsided.
I didn’t miss the moment. I reached into her subconscious and toyed with it.
“How do you feel now?”
“G-Good♡ It smells...♡ This...♡ A lewd smell...♡ I want to come again... more...♡”
Iran had finally become aware of my cock and was now sniffing it. Unable to move her body, she instead licked my shaft with her tongue while looking up at me with half-lidded eyes. Her subconscious had experienced a pleasure it had never known before and was now begging me for more—because she had unconsciously come to recognize that all pleasure came from me.
She was learning faster than I’d imagined, like a sponge soaking everything up. Maybe it was because she was naturally smart, but either way, I was pleased. If she recognized me as the “source of pleasure,” then today’s goal was mostly achieved. She had reached the stage where she no longer feared pleasure but enjoyed it, and unconsciously understood that I, Im Chan-woo, was the one giving it to her.
Now, what remained?
I needed to plant loyalty and dependence toward me in her subconscious. From now on, the training wouldn’t only happen while she slept. It would continue in her daily life, even when she was awake, without her realizing it.
So for today...
“More...♡ Lick...♡ More...♡”
I decided to reward Iran for her cute whining. I slowly pushed my finger back into her pussy.
“...Ah..♡”
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“...That dream again.”
The same spine-chilling sensation ran from my head to my toes, but today I didn’t panic. I simply lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
“...”
I slowly sat up and checked my body, but nothing looked strange like yesterday. Maybe it really was just because I’d changed beds...
I ran a hand through my messy hair, but my fingers caught on the strands. Haah, this was seriously annoying. Even though it was a hassle, I got out of bed and walked over to the large mirror in the room. I picked up a comb from the small vanity table and started brushing my hair when—
“...Huh?”
A strange sense of discomfort made me stop. I looked more closely at the mirror. The crotch of the tights I was wearing had been cut into a neat circle, exposing my pussy. There was a foreign sensation inside it, and something connected from there to my waist.
“...Is this... a rotor?”
My bra had been removed, and my nipples were clearly visible through my T-shirt, standing out prominently.
“...Hmm, something feels off...”
I could definitely sense something strange about my reflection, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I turned this way and that, checking myself, but still couldn’t tell. Just then, someone knocked on my door.
“Hey, Song Iran. You up?”
It was the only male voice in this house—Im Chan-woo. Come to think of it, he had been in that dream too...
“I’m up.”
“Then hurry up and come eat.”
“I’m coming, so stop nagging.”
Chan-woo grumbled and moved away from the door. Seriously, he said he wasn’t human, but he acted the most human out of everyone. Looking at a guy my age made me want to mess with him for no reason.
“...It’s probably nothing.”
Before leaving the room, I glanced at the mirror one last time.
...Yeah, nothing weird at all.
After finishing my final check, I opened the door and stepped into the living room. Chan-woo and two women were there. Let’s see—Seo-hee and Na-bi, was it? Weird names. But Chae-yun, who had been chatting and laughing with me until yesterday, was nowhere to be seen.
“What are you doing, just standing there?”
“...Where’s Chae-yun? Where did she go? She was the easiest to talk to.”
“School.”
I walked over to the prepared table while exchanging short words with Chan-woo.
...I thought I’d get used to it after some time, but the more I looked, the more disgusting it felt. Watching Seo-hee, who moved like a person while drinking coffee, and Na-bi, who was eating, made me uncomfortable because I knew what they really were. Chae-yun was at least someone I could talk to, and she had money, but I didn’t think I could ever get along with that sharp-eyed Seo-hee.
“...Pfft.”
“What? Why are you suddenly laughing at someone’s face?”
“...Nothing. Forget it.”
Seo-hee burst out laughing while looking at me mid-coffee sip. What the hell, that was creepy...
“...Here, this is yours.”
While Seo-hee and I were locked in a strange staring contest, Chan-woo cut through the tension and placed a plate of food in front of me, blocking my view. Then he set it down on the floor.
“I’m heading to school.”
“Have a good day.”
With those words, he actually walked out the front door. Na-bi saw him off. Meanwhile, Seo-hee and I were still glaring at each other.
“...What are you doing? Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I was planning to eat even without you telling me.”
I stuck my tongue out at Seo-hee, then knelt in front of the plate Chan-woo had left and started eating with my mouth.
...Didn’t this make me look a bit like a dog?
“...Pfft...”