Stuck in the Wall and Emotionless Sex — Application (7)
Miel’s psychological journey before she finally dozed off was worth examining for a moment. It followed the five stages of grief with uncanny precision.
1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance
Miel snapped her fingers with a bright click!
The conclusion was strangely positive because Miel’s personality was strangely optimistic. It wasn’t a racial trait of succubi; it was simply who she was. And that was a very good thing. If a succubus who had just been utterly defeated by a human had felt stress, inferiority, or humiliation, both Miel and Gyeoul would have suffered. Instead, thanks to her sunny disposition, Miel straightened her shoulders with renewed determination.
She had begun to truly regard Gyeoul as her mentor. That was why she had watched so diligently at first. But today, there was simply nothing to observe. On any other day she might have studied how brilliantly perverted Gyeoul’s lines were, or how unconsciously seductive her movements became when tempting males. However, joining the conversation in front of the curtain felt awkward now, and behind it, students only came one by one to use the pussy before leaving.
She tried to observe faithfully anyway.
“…Hwaaam.”
One sheep jumps over the fence… Two sheep jump over the fence… Three sheep jump over the fence…
The first cock uses the pussy… The second cock uses the pussy… The third cock uses the pussy…
Nod… nod… zzz.
And so Miel, who seemed to be dreaming an obscenely lewd dream that even succubus vocabulary struggled to describe, woke up because she felt a sensation she should not have been able to feel.
“Huh…?”
It was the feeling of her own spell being forcibly erased.
“What?!”
No matter how completely she had lost to Gyeoul in terms of lewdness, Miel was still a high-ranking succubus. For her spell to be pushed aside—not dismantled, not canceled, simply pushed aside like a hand sweeping papers off a desk—meant only one thing.
In that instant, Miel sensed an overwhelming power that reduced even a high succubus like herself to something insignificant.
But in the very next moment—
“Ughhhok!?”
Gyeoul’s disgracefully vulgar climax filled the entire sexual relief room.
“Kkuk♡ Hekkeuk!? Eut, kkigeuuk!!!!♡”
Because even at that moment, and even while Gyeoul had been clinging to Laia and Kazuha, desperately craving their attention and affection because of her female lust, her pussy had been getting thoroughly fucked by Chacha.
That monstrous horse cock had been stabbing, crushing, and pounding every corner of her pussy like a meat club. And now the sensory block had been lifted in that state.
“Kak♡ Kkeu—ok♡ Heuk—♡ —♡♡♡ Eok—kkeok—”
It was only natural that Gyeoul would end up like this.
However, the person just as panicked as Gyeoul at that moment was Chacha, who had been buried inside her pussy.
“Huk…!?”
A sudden, violent orgasm. Gyeoul’s pussy began convulsing wildly, writhing and squeezing the cock with wet, greedy spasms completely beyond her control.
‘S-suddenly?!’
The body that had been perfectly still until now began moving frantically. Her waist arched upward, hips lifting with it. Her legs kicked and flailed as if trying to escape something, trembling violently, toes curling so tightly that wrinkles formed across her soles.
And the sounds coming from in front of the curtain were no longer calm conversation.
“♡Huuuuuuu!!! Kk, kkeuuuuu… kek♡”
The sounds of a female climaxing. Screams that sounded like they were being torn from her throat by overwhelming pleasure.
All of it slammed into Chacha’s sex drive like a runaway train.
Blood surged even harder into the already rock-hard horse cock inside the pussy, making it swell larger and harder still.
“Kkhek!?”
The lazy, leisurely strokes that had simply been savoring the texture of her pussy meat suddenly turned violent, meant to torment and subjugate the female.
“Eok♡ Keok♡ Kkeuhk…!♡”
And the male’s violent lust exploded.
“Shut up!!”
Chacha growled, raising one hand and slamming it down on Gyeoul’s pale, plump ass with a loud SMACK!!!
“!!!?”
Pain so intense it would have been pure white if given color shot through Gyeoul’s nerves and into her brain. It mixed with the already overloaded central nervous system that had been drowning in pleasure.
And that pain…
Gyeoul felt it as…
“—♡”
Sweet.
‘Why?’
Why? Pain was pain. It wasn’t being converted into pleasure. The pain was still painful, something she wanted to avoid. And yet at the same time, it was sweet. She didn’t want to avoid it—she wanted more.
A contradictory sensation. An incomprehensible desire.
But Gyeoul soon remembered. She recalled how she had felt when students had used her roughly and violently while she was under hypnosis. How she had felt when she accepted their rising violence along with their male lust. And she remembered what she had once thought.
If taste was ultimately something that happened inside the brain, then wasn’t it entirely possible to insert preferences that had never existed before by changing the body?
Just as her original body hadn’t had breasts as large as her head—or larger. Just as it hadn’t had a womb or a pussy. Perhaps masochistic tendencies had been inserted in the same way.
‘Then…’
Clinging to her flickering consciousness amid the endless orgasms, Gyeoul thought:
‘Am I… really me?’
Was Han Gyeoul truly still Han Gyeoul? If preferences were nothing more than something occurring inside the brain, and nonexistent tastes could be added, then was there any guarantee that her memories and sense of self remained unchanged?
‘Ha… ha, haha.’
Right then, Gyeoul’s body—which had been excessively preheated due to the sensory block—began to climax in earnest.
“Kkuk…!”
Just like when Yggdrasil had fucked her, orgasms erupted in rapid succession. A new climax began before the previous one could even end. The pleasure that should have caused her to pass out if she were in her right mind continued endlessly because her body was too perfectly optimized for femininity to even allow unconsciousness.
“I, I…!”
Gyeoul flailed, stretching her arms forward. Someone, please hold me. Anyone, please just hold onto me. Because I don’t know if I’m really me anymore. Because I’m scared and anxious. At the very least, give me something to cling to. Please become that existence for me.
Hadn’t they done exactly that just yesterday? When she had been violated by Yggdrasil’s cock, flailing in pleasure and reaching out, Bella and Eladriel had taken her hands.
But the response that came back to the hand Gyeoul desperately stretched forward this time was—
“—!”
“!!”
Retreat.
The students all jerked their bodies backward at once. It was the aftershock. Or rather, the lingering imprint. The aftereffect of Gyeoul grabbing someone close and dropping a verbal bomb. The ingrained recognition that being caught by her right now was dangerous. So when she reached out begging for help, they pulled away in the opposite direction.
Laia, Bella, Yggdrasil, Eladriel, Kazuha, Miel, Alejandra, and all the other students. Humans and demons alike. The tall and the short.
‘—’
The expression that appeared on Gyeoul’s face at that moment was obvious to everyone.
Betrayal.
How could you do this to me? Not anyone else, but you doing this to me. I accepted every single act driven by your male lust, yet the moment I crave affection because of my female lust, you treat me like this? How could you? Not anyone else, but you.
Gyeoul reached out again. While letting out moans that sounded like screams from the merciless orgasms.
And the moment they saw the betrayal and rage blooming on her face—
“!”
“!!!”
Everyone realized what they had just done to her.
A few of the quicker ones immediately moved their hands again—this time toward Gyeoul. Carrying apology and guilt.
But—
“—♡”
Separate from the emotion of betrayal, the pleasure that had been hammered into her body finally severed Gyeoul’s consciousness.
Before anyone’s hand could reach her.