Side Effect: Puppetization (2)
"Um. I should..."
"Ah. I'll show you upstairs—Astra, would you mind waiting up there for a bit?"
Astra—real name Yuna—hovered awkwardly between the man and woman about to begin the act that would lift the side effect. Fortunately, Siwoo seemed to understand her discomfort. Before anything started, he escorted her up to his bedroom on the floor above.
So this is Siwoo's room...
Truthfully, she could have simply gone home. That option never even crossed her mind. She had drifted into his bedroom half in a daze, and now she stood fidgeting, taking in the space around her.
A sparse room that still felt lived-in. Aside from the faintly rumpled blankets, it was remarkably tidy for a place occupied by a man living alone.
Once Siwoo left her there and went back downstairs, Yuna wandered from corner to corner, looking around.
This is the first time I've ever been in a man's room...
Part of her thought she ought to sit still and behave—and yet, knowing this was the space where Siwoo lived made a quiet curiosity bloom. She wanted to look around a little.
As she drifted through the room, she noticed a small framed photograph and stepped closer. A black-haired little boy, probably Siwoo around elementary-school age, held in the arms of gentle-looking parents.
Siwoo... come to think of it, didn't he say this building was his parents' inheritance?
How had they passed away? Afraid of reopening an old wound, she had never asked—but seeing the parents in the photo smiling so brightly as they held their son made the curiosity well up all the same.
She set the frame down carefully and, this time, perched lightly on the edge of the bed where the covers lay slightly mussed.
Siwoo's scent...
As expected of the place where he slept, the bed held the most of him—a faint, faintly rough trace of his body mixed with the smell of spices.
Astra found herself twitching her nose to catch more of it before realizing how perverted the whole thing was. She flailed.
"Why am I doing this...?"
Coming into a man's room and smelling him. That was textbook pervert behavior, no way around it.
She gave her cheeks a light slap to clear her head and tried to picture the owner of this room.
A man with remarkable skill in the kitchen—someone who wore a faint smile whenever a customer ate his food with real enjoyment. A man with a sly streak, whose gaze sometimes carried a thread of desire when it settled on her. A man who claimed to put his own safety first, and yet had walked straight into a terrorist attack for her sake.
"Heh..."
Really, why was this happening?
It had only been curiosity. Maybe a tiny bit of something more special layered on top. But after he had saved her life again—after she had heard he had come all the way to the place where she had nearly died—her mouth kept wanting to curve up on its own.
A soft, fluttering feeling was just beginning to take shape when—
"Yaaah. Y-you're touching me all the way there...?"
"Just bear with it a little. I'll be as gentle as I can..."
"Ah..."
Thanks to a superhuman's keen hearing, faint sounds from downstairs drifted up to her ears.
The sound of her friend and Siwoo doing that sort of thing—working through the side-effect release.
It was nothing more than the process required to clear the side effect. She knew it couldn't be helped. She herself had been through something similar more than once.
"..."
—Griiiip.
For some reason, the moment she heard those sounds, the soft, fluttery feeling sank away, and her hand tightened hard on the bedsheet.
"So. What am I supposed to do?"
After sending Astra upstairs, Baek Seol—face still bright red—pushed me for an answer. She looked strangely restless, almost anxious. Not that I was any calmer.
Astra still isn't fully used to this either...
Having to put my hands on a beauty who felt different from Astra made it hard to move too quickly. If Astra was the golden-haired, puppy-eyed type, Baek Seol was a sharp-featured cat-eyed beauty.
Still—we had already agreed to do this, so...
"It would help if you took your clothes off first."
"T-take them off?"
I asked Baek Seol to undress. To release the side effect, I needed to bring her to climax with my own hands, and doing that through fabric would make the stimulation too weak to work properly.
Hearing that, Baek Seol tried to cover herself and show her reluctance—but then—
—Whoosh!!
"Eh. Wha...?"
Apparently my request had registered as a command. Despite what her mouth wanted, Baek Seol stripped off her top in one fluid motion. No hesitation—mechanical, automatic movement.
Hup...!
In a blink she had thrown her blouse aside, revealing a plain, unpatterned bra. And she didn't stop there. Her hands went straight to her back and unhooked the clasp.
—Slip♥
Smooth, porcelain-pale breasts spilled free, and without even an attempt to cover herself, her translucent pink nipples stood fully exposed, scrambling my vision.
—Rustle.
She still wasn't finished. Baek Seol's hands went for the skirt she was wearing. Only then did I snap out of it and bark a new command.
"Stop!"
—Freeze.
Baek Seol locked in place mid-motion, one second away from dropping her skirt as well. But my ability only controlled the body, didn't it? Having bared her bare chest at a single word—without any time to prepare her mind—her face flushed so hard it looked ready to burst.
"...You can move now."
"Y-you...!"
"Accident. That was an accident."
"....."
I scrambled to explain myself under the glare of eyes that had gone a little teary. A slip of the tongue, sure—but at least it had gotten her undressed without wasting time.
Honestly, I could have had her strip the bottom half too, but...
Even so, going that far would be a bit much, right?
I hadn't even touched Astra down there yet. Putting my hands on the lower half of Baek Seol—who had only just allowed me contact for the first time today—felt like crossing a line.
"You heard the conditions earlier, right? I'll try to handle this with just your chest as much as possible."
Breasts were a major erogenous zone. If I did it well, I might be able to bring Baek Seol over the edge with her chest alone, without going lower at all.
"All right, Baek Seol... I'm going to start touching you now."
"Nnh..."
Already dying of shame from having her clothes off, Baek Seol trembled the moment I announced I would put my hands on her. Then she clenched her teeth and thrust her chest out, as if telling me to get on with it.
"I-if you're going to do it, just finish it already...!"
"It's not exactly something I can control at will... but I'll try."
She seemed to have briefly forgotten that finishing quickly meant she had to climax quickly. I didn't call her on the pointless rushing. Instead I set my hands on her breasts—slowly, gently.
—Tap♥
"Hyeek...?!"
The instant contact landed, Baek Seol's whole body shuddered as if a chill had raced through her. I was about to apply a little more pressure when her hands shot up from below.
—Smack!!
"...Baek Seol?"
"S-sorry. I didn't mean to."
A reflexive defense—arms coming up to block. That made sense. I rubbed my faintly stinging hand and waited for her to lower her arms again on her own.
Once she did, I set my hands back on her chest even more lightly than before, trying not to set off her resistance.
—Soft♥
The smooth, yielding feel of her breasts reached my palms, along with the distinct texture of the nipples standing out on top of them...
—Slap!!
"....."
"...S-sorry. My body just..."
This time her resistance hit a little harder. For a second I wondered if she was deliberately trying to hit me, but her genuinely apologetic look made it clear that wasn't the case.
Maybe she's just a little sensitive about contact.
Though for someone like that, she and Astra had seemed perfectly fine hugging each other all the time...
I rubbed my tingling wrist and tried again, watching her reaction carefully as I moved my hands.
—Twitch!!
Her body flinched before I even made contact—just from me raising my hands. The trembling only intensified when my palms settled on her breasts. She tried to rein her body in, taking deep breaths to keep her arms still, but the moment I applied even a proper amount of pressure—
"Nnh!!"
—Smack!!
Her arm shot up on reflex and knocked mine away again.
"...Should we just stop?"
"N-no. It wasn't usually this bad... my body keeps moving on its own. Maybe because I almost died this time...?"
Because she almost died...?
So surviving a near-death experience ramped up her body's self-protection instincts that much?
It seemed extreme that she couldn't control her body at all—but superhuman abilities and physiology still held plenty of secrets. It was plausible enough.
Anyway. Every time I tried to touch her, she kept batting my hands away...
"This doesn't seem like it's going to work. Maybe we should just call it—"
"I already showed you my chest, and you want to stop now?"
I had spoken out of pure awkwardness, but Baek Seol—having already bared her breasts—apparently had no intention of quitting halfway.
"Yuna went through this too...!"
She added that since Astra had already endured something like this, she should as well. What did that have to do with anything? She talked about rivals and people she looked up to—was she really determined not to lose to Astra even in something like this?
Hmm.
The will was there. The body just wasn't cooperating. At this rate my wrists weren't going to survive, so I thought it over briefly and made a decision.
"You're saying you want to continue, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then excuse me for a moment. [Raise your arms and stay still.]"
"Huh?"
Not a slip this time—a deliberate command, issued with clear intent. The moment she heard it, Baek Seol raised her arms behind her head exactly as ordered and froze in place, chest fully exposed.
"Y-you...!"
"You said you wanted to keep going. But there's no way I can manage like this... so I have to use what I can use."
If her body rejected even a light touch that hard, how much would she thrash once I started kneading her in earnest to force a climax?
I looked at Baek Seol—who was gaping in shock, mouth working soundlessly—and reached out again, closing my hands around her breasts.
—Squeeze♥
"Nnh...!"
She trembled and tried to reject the contact the second my hands landed. But under the command, her body ignored that revulsion and held its rigid posture, offering her chest up to me.
Now I can actually get somewhere.
"W-wait...!"
Baek Seol tried to call me off again. I pretended not to hear. Frankly, after watching her insist she would continue while constantly hesitating, I figured if I kept matching her pace one step at a time, we would never finish.
—Griip♥
"Nnh...!"
I grabbed her breasts firmly—adding a tiny bit of payback for all the times she had hit me—and gave them a slight twist. My only real experience touching a woman was with Astra, but surprisingly, that experience turned out useful.
Just like when I milked Astra back then...
I took hold of her nipples and began caressing her breasts, circling slowly around the areolae. I put force into my fingertips so my handprints would remain clear against her pure white skin.
—Squeeze♥ Squeeze♥
"Nnh...."
Thankfully, Baek Seol started responding to my hands. I had worried she might simply not feel much—that would have been a real problem—but no.
—Pull♥ Pull♥
"Hah....♥ Ahn... t-too hard...!"
"Just hold on a little. If we're going to do this with only your chest and not touch below, this is what it takes."
There was no command to stay quiet, so Baek Seol let her moans spill freely while she complained. I ignored the complaints completely and kept tormenting her nipples without pause.
—Twitch♥ Twitch♥
One strange thing: even as her body twitched and jerked, her posture never broke. Standing perfectly still like a doll, following my command to the letter, Baek Seol looked unsettling—and yet strangely beautiful, like something no longer entirely human.
—Pinch♥
"Hyeek?!"
That quality, oddly enough, stripped away some of my hesitation and made it easier to keep my hands moving.
Climax. Climax. Climax.
No atmosphere. No savoring the moment. Just handwork aimed solely at meeting the release condition—at forcing Baek Seol over the edge by any means necessary.
"W-wait... this feels weird...!♥"
She begged. She tried to express her rejection. I didn't care. If anything, every time she spoke I took it as a signal and focused my hands even harder, without rest.
A man's relentless touch, and no way to resist it. Baek Seol tried desperately to fight back, but all she had was the strange terror of a body that would not obey, a thin thread of excitement at being touched by a man—and maybe a little curiosity about whether Yuna had been touched like this too....
"W-wait. I—!"
She felt something rising and came right there.
—Twitch♥ Twitch♥
"Hweh♥ Hnnn...♥"
I had sent her over without so much as brushing her most private place—chest alone. Having finally gotten Baek Seol there once, I let my hands rest and caught my breath.
That was hard.
I had wrung out every scrap of technique I did and didn't have. My hands felt ready to cramp. Without the heightened fingertip sensitivity and dexterity that came with awakening my cooking ability, finishing Baek Seol with her chest alone would have been impossible.
"Hnn... hah... i-is it over..."
"What are you talking about."
But we weren't done. To Baek Seol—who was staring blankly, asking if that was it—I delivered the truth she had been trying not to face.
"I told you it takes three times. Two more to go."
"Uh.....?"
Light returned to her eyes—and with it, rejection and fear flooded back in. Even I, about to move my hands without mercy, felt a twinge of guilt looking at that expression. It felt uncomfortably close to forcing myself on someone who hated it.
Half true, maybe?
But what else was there to do? We had already started, and she had already finished once. After that it should get a little eas—
"W-wait. That thing!"
"What thing?"
"That. You said earlier there was another way to fill the count!"
Being forced to climax while completely unable to move must not have been a pleasant experience. Tears welling in her eyes, Baek Seol proposed using the other method we had set aside earlier.
That method being...
Puppetization
If the chef reaches sexual climax and ejaculates through the puppetized subject, that instance also counts toward the required total.
"...You want to use that?"
For me to ejaculate using Baek Seol's body... meaning...
She wanted me to use her body to masturbate, right?