The Price of Pleasure
"Did you call for me, Captain?"
At my signal, Cecilia approached — naked, as she had been waiting. Half her sense of self had already collapsed under my violations, and she looked at me now with the same admiring, affectionate gaze she had once reserved for Karlson.
I issued a command that would paint those feelings over with something else entirely.
"Suck."
"What?"
Cecilia's face clouded with confusion as she followed my pointing finger to Karlson's trousers.
"Suck his cock."
The second command made my meaning clear, and for the first time, Cecilia showed genuine alarm. Of course she did. The Hallucination had her seeing Karlson as a monster — which meant I had just ordered her to put a monster's cock in her mouth.
"Um... Captain, but that's a monster's..."
"So. You don't want to?"
I let my face harden on purpose, my voice dropping to something cold and final. Cecilia's expression froze solid.
The truth was, even under the Hallucination, her proficiency was low enough that if she simply paid attention to what was actually happening around her, she could have seen through it. The dungeon system itself had marked her recruitment with the qualifier temporary — proof enough that her mind was not fully claimed. And yet she refused to acknowledge reality, because a psychological defense mechanism was desperately denying the truth just to keep her from shattering completely.
That she had been violated by a monster. That she had given birth to a monster's child. That she had wounded the very person she trusted, followed, and even loved. Those were facts she could not, at this late hour, accept as real.
"Th-that's..."
"If you don't want to, I don't need you anymore."
I grinned at her hesitation, but I did not let the edge leave my voice.
"Nh..."
The words I don't need you stopped the breath in Cecilia's throat. She understood what being discarded by me would mean. There was no choice left to make.
"Ha..."
She opened her mouth softly, steeled herself, and went on.
"I'll do it... I'll do anything for you, Captain."
A single tear slid down beneath the smile she forced onto her lips. Smiling and crying at once — an expression no intact human being could wear — it was the face of a woman who had become my faithful toy.
"Cecilia, stop— mmph."
Karlson's face had gone dark as she dropped to her knees before him. He tried to shout, but the monster standing behind him clamped a hand over his mouth.
A faint rustle of cloth.
With hollow eyes, as though every feeling had been carved out of her, Cecilia pulled down Karlson's trousers. She took his limp cock in both hands and slowly bowed her head.
A wet, sucking sound.
"Mmph—"
The woman he had raised since she was a child, the one he had trained with his own hands even after she was grown — a girl like a daughter to him — was sucking his cock. Karlson let out a muffled, stricken scream.
"If you don't make him cum, I'll throw you away."
I whispered it against Cecilia's ear as her face buried itself between Karlson's thighs. The woman who had been moving with the blank, mechanical precision of a doll suddenly began working her throat in earnest.
Wet, eager sounds filled the air — sucking, swallowing, the obscene pull of a mouth that would not let go.
"Ugh..."
Karlson squeezed his eyes shut, trying to resist the situation by simply not looking at it.
That's no fun.
"Watch. Properly. Or I kill the humans. Understand?"
The threat forced his eyes open. They met Cecilia's — she was looking up at him as she sucked — and his whole body flinched. Mechanical or not, it was a young woman's body working his cock. Mind control or not, a male faced with sexual stimulation was destined to get hard. That was simply how it worked.
The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth grew louder, more lewd.
"Kh-hnn— Cecilia, stop..."
The cock that had been fighting it slowly swelled, then stood fully erect. Cecilia, terrified of being discarded, did not waste the opening. She took him all the way down her throat.
"Ghhk—"
She held her breath and refused to let him go. Tears welled in her eyes from the strain, and yet she poured everything she had into it because I was watching. It was almost cute — like a pet dog doing tricks, desperate for a scrap of its master's affection.
"Hnnn... please, stooop—"
"The girl who was like a daughter to you is sucking your cock, and you like it? You could die any second and your dick still stands up? You're a hopeless piece of shit, you know that. Heheheh!!"
I pointed at Karlson as he trembled with pleasure and burst out laughing, slapping my knee. After I had laughed my fill, I turned to the villagers who had been watching the whole thing.
"That. That's the captain who tried to protect you. That pathetic excuse for a man — standing there naked, cock out, getting his dick sucked by a woman — that was your only hope! Kiheheheh!!"
At my voice, every pair of eyes turned to Karlson. Watching him catch his breath, flushed with the arousal of having Cecilia's mouth on him, the villagers' faces slowly filled with resentment and rage.
Look at their faces. We're trembling in terror, not knowing when we'll die — and this man is getting serviced by a woman right in front of us?
Seongha sounded thoroughly amused as he read the thoughts written across the villagers' faces. Even with a direct perpetrator standing right in front of them — someone they ought to have been resenting — it was Karlson who was drawing their hatred.
He was the one who had handled the crisis with a cool head and kept the damage to a minimum. He was the one who had been ready to lay down his life for everyone. He was the one who had argued they should send for outside help, even if it took time. If they had followed Karlson's counsel, I would have been the one to lose. No matter how cleverly I schemed, trained soldiers or mercenaries arriving from outside would have been more than I could handle.
Humans always need someone to hate. It doesn't change a thing, but they cannot endure their own wretched reality unless they do. The amusing part is that they cannot harbor such feelings toward anyone above them — they pour all that resentment onto people in the same position as themselves, or worse. A species I never grow tired of watching.
Like a researcher observing rats trapped in an experimental tank, Seongha did not drop his smile at the ugliness of humankind.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of Cecilia's mouth went on without pause.
"S-stop...! Kh, stooop—"
Climax was closing in; Karlson's voice trembled with desperation. I reached out fast.
A fistful of hair.
"Mmph."
I caught Cecilia by the back of the head and held her still, then spoke to him.
"If you cum, I kill the villagers."
Every captive face behind him froze. They turned on Karlson at once, glaring with a tangle of emotions — pleading, fury, blame.
"No... please, anything but that...!"
Under the weight of all those eyes, Karlson shook his head.
"You—"
I smiled at him and spoke slowly, savoring it.
"You'll be the one killing them. Can't hold out against a little pleasure — so you kill the villagers."
I glanced toward the people watching from behind us. Somewhere, a throat worked in a hard swallow, and every gaze in the room locked on.
"Put it in your pussy. And when he's about to cum—"
"...Yes."
I whispered the rest of the command against Cecilia's ear. She rose with those same dead eyes.
"What—"
Karlson was still startled by her movement when it happened.
A wet slap of flesh.
"Ugh...?!"
Her hands planted on his shoulders as her pussy enveloped his cock, and he reacted like a man ambushed. Cecilia began to rock her hips with mechanical regularity — slap, slap, slap. Her cunt should have been wet. Instead of a lush, soaked sound, there was only dry friction, and even in the middle of the act it told you exactly what she thought she was fucking.
"Haah, haa, hah..."
"Ugh... stop, please..."
Feeling Cecilia shake herself against him with everything she had, moaning on cue, Karlson did not know what to do with himself. And not knowing what to do meant, at the very least, that he could not hide his arousal.
He's still hard in a situation like this. Doesn't that mean this bastard secretly wanted to fuck Cecilia too?
Perhaps. At the very least, that is not a reaction you get unless you saw her as a female.
Pfft! How ugly. He was looking at her as a woman the whole time, and pretending otherwise?
Begging her to stop while never losing his erection — was that the male lot of answering a female body, or some ugly desire he had kept hidden? Or both? Either way, with flesh steadily slapping against flesh, the moment of climax drew near.
"P-please... khhhh—"
Karlson groaned and his body shuddered. In that instant, Cecilia — following the order I had given her in advance — tore herself off him.
"Ah..."
A spray into empty air.
The warmth that had wrapped his cock vanished, and the cum that burst forth scattered into nothing. The cock that had left the place it ought to have been received trembled pitifully, spurting and spurting in a meaningless ejaculation. Shaking with pleasure and still lamenting that he had not been allowed to finish inside a woman — the sight of him was truly a spectacle.
A wet squelch.
"Nnh..."
"Were you excited? Did you think I'd let you cum in her pussy? Heheh!"
Having done as she was told, Cecilia came to stand demurely at my side. I ostentatiously shoved a finger into her cunt and laughed in Karlson's face. Unlike the dry sounds from a moment ago, the instant my finger entered her, Cecilia's pussy grew slick and squelched around it. At the same time, her previously blank face began to flush with a faint, rising heat.
"Well then. Time to pay the price, don't you think? The price of throwing them away for a moment of pleasure."
A snap of my fingers.
At the signal, the monster standing behind one of the male prisoners raised a blade.
"Nooooo—"
"Aagh! Save—"
Karlson's cry to stop and the man's cry for help rang out at the same time.
A wet, heavy chop.
A head rolled.
The innocent man's head came off, tumbled across the floor, and came to a stop right in front of Karlson with uncanny precision. Karlson stared blankly down at the dead man's face. All the while, cum was still dripping from his cock — such an out-of-place punchline that it made me smile.
I leaned my face in toward the despairing Karlson and smiled with deliberate cruelty.
"Couldn't hold out against a little pleasure. So you killed him."
"I-I just..."
Karlson stammered and could not go on. His will was broken. He was shattered. A sweet, vindicating rush of revenge washed through me — and that was as far as the pleasure went. I had no interest in watching a man's breakdown at length.
"Your end won't be at my hands."
"What...?"
His gaze followed mine. Rage — and then the villagers' eyes, glittering with murderous intent. As he met them, Karlson's face began to harden.