Revenge (3)
A week had passed. No matter how hard I tried to grow stronger in every way possible, my stats refused to budge. Still stuck in the same place.
“Aah, aaah! Haaang…!”
If anything, the only thing that had gotten longer was the time I spent having sex. The woman currently clinging to me was Elena. Using training as an excuse, she had latched onto me again. She sat straddling my thighs, swallowing my cock with her pussy as she desperately rocked her hips. I remained seated in the chair, hands resting on her waist, simply enjoying the ride.
“Elena.”
“Whyyy…?”
Thud—! Thud—! Every time she slammed her ass down with force, a moan tore from her throat. My rigid shaft speared upward as if trying to pierce her womb, and the crushing weight pushed her over the edge.
“Hngh…!”
Elena wrapped her arms tightly around me. Her large breasts squished against my chest, her erect nipples tickling my skin.
“When are you going to let me have Elysha?”
“…You piece of trash.”
The moment I brought up Elysha, Elena looked down at me with cold, disgusted eyes.
“After everything you did, you still have the nerve to say that?”
“Why? Can’t I?”
“You know how much the princess suffered because of you.”
After being violated by me, Elysha had chosen to take her own life. It must have been that shocking. I never imagined she would value her chastity over her survival instinct.
Still nestled in my arms, Elena muttered, “…I’ll try to create an opportunity. But I don’t know when that will be.”
“Well, we’ve got plenty of time. I can wait that long.”
I casually reached for Elena’s anus. More precisely, I toyed with the plug buried inside it.
“Hnn…!”
When I moved the plug back and forth, wet, obscene sounds echoed. Ever since she started regressing, Elena had begun wearing an anal plug at all times.
“You really wear it every day?”
“…You told me to…!”
“Still, it wasn’t an order.”
Elena glared at me in frustration, but the sharp expression quickly melted away like ice cream softening in the heat.
“Are you going to do it in my ass too…?”
“Your ass?”
“…Are you going to… do it in my asshole too…?”
“Yeah.”
I came inside Elena’s ass multiple times before getting up. I’d lost count of how many times I’d finished. No intention of keeping track either. Elena had passed out with her face pressed to the floor and her ass raised high, thick semen steadily leaking from her plugged hole.
“Ah.”
I wiped the anal plug clean on the table and pushed it back into her flushed pink entrance.
“Hngh…!”
Leaving Elena behind, I stepped outside. Since no one else could enter Safe Zone #215, I wasn’t particularly worried.
“Yaaay! Run awayyy!”
“Ah, just let me off this once! I don’t wanna be the tagger!”
“You lost rock-paper-scissors, so deal with it!”
The children were playing. After the village formed in front of the shop, the small plaza had become their playground. It wasn’t technically a safe zone, but it was safer than any actual safe zone. I passed the kids and headed for the shop. Before going up to the third floor, I wanted to make a request—not quite a request—to Yoo Dahui. I needed to prepare in advance.
Many players wandered inside the shop, buying what they needed and browsing the wares. Among them was a familiar face.
“Elysha.”
She didn’t look pleased to see me. Elysha scowled and shot me a glare before walking away, deliberately ignoring me.
“Elysha.”
I called out to her again. I wanted Elysha to come watch the play Yoo Dahui and I were about to put on tonight. I figured I should give her a heads-up.
When I kept approaching, Elysha’s face twisted in annoyance. “What? Why do you keep talking to me?”
“I’ve got good news.”
“Good news?”
At my words, Elysha let out a mocking laugh. “The best news for me would be you dying. So, are you going to kill yourself today?”
“Suicide…”
It wouldn’t be difficult. Not difficult, but pointless. Even if I died, Elysha wouldn’t remember it. Who knows? Once I brand her with the Submission Oath and start regressing… Things would be different then. Either way, Elysha seemed willing to hear me out. This was the first time I’d been this persistent.
“…If you have something to say, spit it out. I’m not as free as you are.”
She had lowered her guard. Even after seeing the man who raped her, she no longer got angry. A week of effort was finally paying off. I’ve been waiting for this because of her.
The play I planned to demand from Yoo Dahui was already decided. Ever since she made me wear a dog collar and bark while walking on a leash, I had been waiting for this moment. I was going to give Yoo Dahui the ultimate humiliation.
“Tonight…”
I’ll show you hell, Yoo Dahui.
* * *
‘Come to my room tonight.’
Kim Jinwoo had said. ‘I’ve got a play I want to try too.’
The walk had been genuinely fun. Taking Kim Jinwoo outside for fresh air had been incredibly refreshing. In exchange, Yoo Dahui had agreed to do whatever play he wanted.
‘Well, it’s probably just anal, right?’
With her limited imagination, Yoo Dahui couldn’t picture what Kim Jinwoo would actually request. At most, she expected anal play or the breastfeeding play he usually did with Elena. There was also a high chance she’d get back exactly what she had done to him.
‘I already learned from Elena in advance…’
She had even studied the mana technique for producing breast milk, just in case Kim Jinwoo wanted it. Fully prepared, she knocked on the door of Safe Zone #215.
Knock, knock, knock—
Busy movement could be heard from inside. Kim Jinwoo seemed to be making a fuss. ‘Maybe… an intimate atmosphere?’ It could be a confession. A proposal. Since Elena had started regressing, perhaps he wanted to give her a sense of security through a sincere courtship.
Caught in her own fantasy, the corners of Yoo Dahui’s mouth curled up in satisfaction. No matter how much she tried to suppress it, the smile refused to fade.
“Ahem, ahem!”
The door opened, and Yoo Dahui stepped inside Kim Jinwoo’s house as calmly as possible. Kim Jinwoo was waiting in ordinary clothes. ‘Huh?’ Where was the confession? The proposal? The wine and romantic atmosphere? All her expectations shattered. She hid her disappointment and carefully scanned the room.
‘Nothing particularly unusual…’
Yet an eerie atmosphere wrapped around her. Her sharpened senses had already picked up on what was coming. The worst. This was going to be the worst experience of her life.
‘What the hell is it?’
Yoo Dahui asked the grinning Kim Jinwoo, “What do you want?”
“What I want?”
A bright smile bloomed across Kim Jinwoo’s face. He was genuinely happy at the thought of teasing her. Her anxiety spiked even higher. Kim Jinwoo began pulling items one by one from his inventory.
“Hey, hey…! What is this?!”
Pacifiers, baby bottles, diapers… All the things a baby would need kept coming out.
“What do you think? Props for the roleplay we’re doing tonight.”
Kim Jinwoo smiled wickedly and handed her a diaper, cackling like a demon.
“Woof! Woof!”
He made exaggerated dog noises as if to say “listen up” and gestured at her. The meaning was clear: put on the diaper.
“This isn’t right… This isn’t what we agreed on…”
“Dahui. Hurry up and change. You know babies don’t wear bras, right? Just the diaper. Come out wearing only that. Come on, I did everything you asked last time. Woof! Woof woof! Grrrrrr!”
“Ah, seriously, you lunatic…”
Kim Jinwoo growled like a rabid dog. It was more effective than any words. Yoo Dahui let out a deep sigh and walked into the room. She couldn’t put on the diaper in front of him.
“I’m the idiot for expecting anything. Total idiot.”
Intimate atmosphere? Confession? Proposal?
“Hah… hahaha.”
Yoo Dahui let out a hollow laugh as she stripped. A promise was a promise. She had no intention of backing out. ‘It might actually be kind of fun.’ Age regression play. Being treated like a baby by Kim Jinwoo… It would feel different, at least.
Yoo Dahui stared at her reflection in the mirror. A pretty face, a body radiating pure femininity, breasts like fully bloomed flowers. But paired with the mismatched diaper… ‘It’s… kind of lewd…’ The thought that this shouldn’t be happening crossed her mind. She carefully stepped out of the room.
Then she froze in shock at what Kim Jinwoo was doing.
“Hey!”
“What?”
“What the hell are you doing with that…?”
Kim Jinwoo was preparing formula to feed her. She could understand that part, but shaking his cock over the baby bottle? What was that supposed to be?
“Making milk. Just wait a bit. It’ll be ready soon, ngh…!”
Kim Jinwoo’s semen spurted into the bottle. He added milk and sugar to the milky fluid and shook it vigorously. Warm milk, steam gently rising.
“Done…!”
Watching Kim Jinwoo beam with an innocent smile, Yoo Dahui could only laugh in disbelief. Kim Jinwoo sat on the sofa and called her over. She covered her breasts with her arms, trying to hide her nipples as much as possible. Following his beckoning hand, she sat beside him.
“No, not there.”
Kim Jinwoo firmly shook his head and patted his thigh.
“You’re seriously a pervert.”
“Yeah, I’m a pervert.”
Yoo Dahui sat on Kim Jinwoo’s thigh, face burning red, and leaned against him.
“Tonight, you’re going to be the baby. Just like I became a dog, you too…”
“I never imagined… you’d actually do this.”
Yoo Dahui couldn’t look at Kim Jinwoo. She was barely holding on, mortified beyond belief. ‘Still, a promise is a promise.’ If she broke it once, he wouldn’t be able to ask for anything again. For the sake of future plays, she needed to endure this humiliation.
“Dahui.”
“What.”
“Mm, babies don’t answer like that.”
“Then what am I supposed to say?”
Kim Jinwoo’s lips curled upward. A crystal he must have set up earlier was recording both of them.
“Say ‘Papa, why?’ in a cute voice…”
“Hey!”
“Huh? Are you getting mad?”
Kim Jinwoo’s gaze turned icy. Yoo Dahui flinched and went limp. Her small mouth trembled as it opened.
“P-Papa…”
“Yeah? Why’d you call me?”
She couldn’t bring herself to say the words that had risen to her throat.
“Our Dahui must be hungry. Do you want milk?”
Kim Jinwoo looked down at her with eager anticipation. Yoo Dahui squeezed her eyes shut.
“Papa… D-Dahui wants milk…”
A heavy silence fell. Yoo Dahui cautiously opened her eyes. Thud—
In her vision, after all that desperate pleading—
“Dahui?”
“Dahui-nim?”
“Tsk…”
Elysha, Elena, and Isilia were there.
“Ah…!”
Yoo Dahui realized the trap Kim Jinwoo had set. She struggled to escape, but it was already too late. ‘H-His cock…!’ Kim Jinwoo’s fully erect shaft pressed against her through the diaper. Strength drained from her body against her will.
“Mmph!”
On top of that, the baby bottle was forced into her mouth. Kim Jinwoo began feeding her the milk.
“Good girl, good girl. Our Dahui eats so well.”
Using Pluto’s Hand to support her awkward position, Kim Jinwoo now had a free hand to stroke her hair and tilt the bottle. Tears welled in Yoo Dahui’s eyes. She hated the women staring at her, hated Kim Jinwoo for demanding this humiliating play—hated them all.
Slurp—. Slurp—.
Yet she didn’t stop sucking. Separate from the shame, being held in Kim Jinwoo’s arms while drinking from a bottle was undeniably arousing. The diaper between her legs was starting to grow damp.
Elysha watched Yoo Dahui in stunned silence, a sharp pain blooming near her heart. She was so, so jealous of Kim Jinwoo. Elena wore a satisfied smile, while Isilia flopped onto the sofa with a sulky expression, accepting the bizarre play as if it were normal.
“Dahui, is it good?”
Yoo Dahui shook her head. She says it’s not good, yet she’s drinking so well. Kim Jinwoo didn’t bother pointing it out.