Defeated Succubus (14)
“Buhiit! I told you so, pwong! It's your own fault, pwong!”
“I was planning to deal with you after Bianca's training was done, but your nagging is way too much.”
“Buhiit! What's that supposed to mean, pwong? Oh, you still haven't come to your senses, pwong?”
Ishtar swung her staff, trying to cast some kind of spell.
“Buhiit! Reflect, pwong! Reflect, pwong!”
“A sow like you must have a great sense of smell, right? Turn into a smell fetishist like Jiwon.”
“Buhiit! Reflect, pwong!!”
Tears flew from the goddess's eyes. She desperately swung her staff, but she was starting to realize it was all in vain.
“And since you act all prim and proper, your punishment is to live with sex jokes glued to your mouth.”
“Buhiit! Refleeeect, pwoooong!”
My voice definitely bounced off the barrier once, but when it hit my body, it changed direction and flew back at Ishtar. This time, it pierced right through the barrier. It was like it had rebounded to gain momentum.
“What else would be good? Right, you're a huge nag, aren't you?”
“Buhiit. Buhiit. What the hell is this, pwong? Why isn't it working, pwong?”
“Listen up, Ishtar. Nagging isn't done with words—it's done with your pussy.”
“Buhiit… What did you say, pwong?”
“When a guy won't listen, it's common sense to discipline him with your pussy.”
“Buhiit…”
Ishtar's eyes spun in circles.
“To be precise, the more pleasure you give his dick, the better the sting of your rebuke lands. Talking is pointless. This is common sense. Got it?”
“B-Buhiit… Yes, I understand, pwong.”
“Oh, right. You're a sow now, so wear this from now on.”
“Buhiit? What is this, pwong?”
“A nose hook.”
The elegant goddess had iron shoved into her nostrils and secured. Perfect pig face. Nothing gets me harder than a pretty girl making an ugly expression. Things were about to get a lot more fun from here on out.
“Buhiit! What are you doing there, pwong!”
“Hm? Nothing much… Just waiting for Mom to make dinner?”
“Buhiit! Is this the time for that, pwong! We need to weaken the Demon King as soon as possible, pwong!”
“Ah, what a pain…”
“Buhiit! A pain? Pwong! This won't do, pwong! Take off your panties right now, pwong!”
“Hey, don't just grab it like that.”
“Buhiit! I'm saying this for your own good, pwong!”
Ishtar suddenly yanked down my panties and started jerking me off without permission.
“Buhiit. If you keep not listening like this, pwong? What if the Demon King strikes back, pwong? You need to ram this dick into the Demon King's virgin pussy and turn it into a cum dump, pwong!”
“Kukuku. Your speech is fucking vulgar.”
“Buhiit. This won't do, pwong! I'll shut that arrogant mouth with a blowjob, pwong!”
“You say that, but really you're just trying to sniff my dick, right?”
She brought her nose so close that the glans slipped into her nostril. Ishtar wrapped both hands around my dick to trap the scent and inhaled deeply.
“Buhiit. Sniiiiifffffff♡ Buhiit buhiit♡ Pwong pwong♡ So pungent, pwong! Do you even wash this thing, pwong!”
“Should I go wash it?”
“Buhiit! No, pwong! I didn't mean it like that, pwong! This is perfect as is, pwong!”
I tried to get up and head to the shower, but an insane grip latched onto my sleeve. Desperate Ishtar. Her grip was so strong I thought she was a gorilla.
“Buhiit. Sniff sniff♡ Sniff sniff♡ This smell… it's an appetite killer♡ Bring me a bowl of rice, pwong♡”
“What? Kuk.”
“Buhiit. Just this smell alone could make me devour three bowls, pwong♡”
“Whoa… That's a drip I never saw coming.”
“Buhiit. You're still being uncooperative, pwong? I need to discipline this dick and make it obey, pwong. Bad dicks need to be sucked sloppily with the tongue to educate them, pwong.”
“Ooooh! Goddess blowjob is insane, fuck.”
“Buhiit buhiit pwong♡”
The praise made her eyes crinkle up. Seeing her purely happy made me feel good too. And honestly, the goddess's vacuum blowjob was on another level. She lacked the experience to read how I felt, but her earnest, frantic sucking of the glans delivered unpredictable pleasure I couldn't hold back against.
“Ooh! Cumming!”
“Buhiit! It got on my philtrum, pwong♡ Sniff sniff♡ Sniff sniff♡ The smell's gonna seep into my body, pwong♡”
“Ah, sorry. I'll get some deodorizer and spray it.”
“Buhiit♡ No need, pwong♡ I'll clean it myself, pwong♡”
Ishtar huddled her body like she wanted to preserve the cum on her philtrum. She kept sniffing nonstop.
My playful side kicked in.
“How are you gonna clean it?”
“Buhiit. I'll handle it myself, pwong♡”
“No, tell me how you're gonna clean it.”
“Buhiit. You don't need to know, pwong♡ Anyway, that should be enough discipline, pwong? Go defeat the Demon King right now, pwong♡”
“…You're saying that, but you're just gonna go to your room and masturbate to the cum smell, right? Pwong?”
“Buhiit! N-No! And don't mock my speech, pwong! This is all because of you, pwong!!”
Bam! The pissed-off goddess slammed the door hard and stormed out. I recorded the masturbation sounds from the next room I'd given her and played it back during dinner to tease her later.
“Hey, Ishtar. You totally masturbated to my cum smell earlier, didn't you?”
“Buhiit! N-No, pwong!”
“Really? If you don't tell the truth, it'll just get more embarrassing.”
“Buhiit! Really not, pwong! I'm a noble goddess, pwong! There's no way I'd masturbate sniffing human cum, pwong!”
"Buhiit buhiit! I fucking love this cum smell, pwoooong♡ I'm never washing it off, pwong♡ I'll keep it on my philtrum forever, pwong♡ Aaaah♡ Just this smell alone could make me cum at least a hundred times, pwong♡"
I played the recording at the family dinner table. It was vulgar pillow talk that killed the appetite, but no one in the family would complain to me anyway. Mom looked troubled, resting one cheek on her palm, while my sister intently examined Ishtar's philtrum.
“Buhiit!! Th-This isn't me, pwong!!! What kind of trick is this, Kim Hoyoung, pwong!!”
“No, you lied first.”
“Buhiit! Y-You're the liar, pwong! Calling the goddess of the Western Continent a liar isn't enough—you're turning me into a masturbator, pwong! You, you… pwong!!”
Cornered, Ishtar slammed the table, stood up, and pointed a trembling finger at me. Her face was so red it looked like a bomb about to explode.
“You're denying it even with evidence.”
“Buhiit! What evidence, pwong! Th-That voice is so hoarse you can't even tell whose it is, pwong?! How do I know you didn't record some dirty porn you watch and claim it's my voice, pwong!”
“No one else in the world goes around saying pwong pwong like a crazy bitch but you.”
“…Uh, uh… W-Well…”
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't refute that. Ishtar alternated glances between Kim Hea-e and Kim Jiwon, grinding her teeth, then finally glared at the recorder like it was her mortal enemy.
“Buhiit. I can't tolerate this humiliation, pwong!”
“Hey, don't overdo it. We're all just bitches totally fallen for bro anyway—what's the big deal about masturbating.”
“Buhiit! I didn't masturbate, pwong!”
Kim Jiwon resumed eating like it was no big deal, and Ishtar mounted a futile resistance. No one at the table believed her lies—not even Isia, the Real Doll watching the banter from a distance.
For reference, only I, Mom, and my sister sit at our family table. Seo Jeonghui used to eat with us, but lately she eats alone in her tent. Her survival skills have improved so much she even grills her own barbecue sometimes—I'm proud of her. Meanwhile, Isia doesn't need to eat since she's a Real Doll. She can if she wants, but she doesn't need food for survival, so she's excluded from the table. These days, with Ishtar added, the four of us eat together. Feels like a new family member—like Mom, sister… and now a big sis too.
Kim Jiwon and Ishtar get along pretty well.
“Buhiit! I'm different from you, Kim Jiwon, pwong! I'm just using Kim Hoyoung to defeat the Demon King, pwong!”
“Yeah? I was gonna give you bro's used panties as a gift, but you don't need 'em then?”
“Buhiit! P-Panties, pwong? Why do you have something like that… pwong.”
Kim Jiwon casually pulled a clearly well-worn pair of men's panties from her pocket, and Ishtar's eyes locked on. She leaned in close, sniffed subtly, and confirmed the owner was me.
“I have a smell fetish like you. Only get horny for my big bro's scent—special perversion.”
“Buhiit. As expected of Kim Hoyoung's sister—impressive pervert power, pwong.”
“You're in no position to talk now, right? So… Want these panties or not? Bro wore them for a week. If not, I'll toss 'em.”
“Buhiit! Wait a sec, pwong!”
Ishtar desperately grabbed Kim Jiwon's wrist as it headed for the trash.
Kim Jiwon feigned ignorance.
“Why? You don't need them, right?”
“Buhiit! We should cherish things, pwong. Those panties look usable—such a waste to throw away, pwong.”
“But bro says he doesn't need them.”
“Buhiit. Then… I'll wear them, pwong.”
“These are men's panties?”
“Buhiit. I'm in debt, so I can't complain, pwong. G-Give them to me, pwong. I'll wear them, pwong.”
“…You don't even have clothes. You walk around covered in a single cloth—what's the point of wearing those. I'm throwing them out.”
“Buhiit! Don't throw them away, pwong!! They have that thick scent soaked in—what a waste, pwong!”
Ishtar, no longer able to keep up the bluff, clung to her while crying. Kim Jiwon whispered secretly into the goddess's ear.
“Actually, I snuck some tissues bro jacked off into and wiped up, pretending to clean. Wanna shove our noses in them and masturbate together? Sisters sharing the same fetish.”
“Buhiit. Hnggg~ Hngggg~♡ W-Well… pwong♡”
Well, my ass. Her eyes were already melting like worms, barely holding back a grin. She looked totally thrilled—like a creepy old man prepping for assault.
“Buhiit. You're Kim Hoyoung's sister, key to defeating the Demon King. We should discuss cooperation. Let's talk slowly in my room, pwong.”
“Comrades are always welcome. Mom doesn't have the smell fetish though.”
“Buhiit buhiit. But… does that tissue have a lot of cum on it, pwong (whisper)?”
“No joke. You know bro's stamina? The sperm's still alive and wiggling (whisper).”
“Buhiit. Then if I wipe my pussy with it, will I get pregnant, pwong (whisper)?”
“…Sis, that's a drip even I can't handle (whisper).”
The two went upstairs hand in hand like sisters.
“Whew~ Really. Hoyoung's the boss of this house, but how are they all so ill-mannered.”
Mom sighed with the look of a parent worried about her poorly raised kids. She gave me an apologetic smile.
“Mom would never defy her son or anything, so don't worry. I won't steal your stuff without permission either.”
“Good girl, Mom. Can I grope your tits for old times' sake?”
“Of course. Grope as much as you want.”
Mom lifted her t-shirt to show her breasts. Her kind, understanding smile was beautiful.
“Can I touch your pussy too?”
“Isn't that obvious? Mom's not supposed to defy her son in the first place—no need to ask permission every time. Honestly, Hoyoung's too nice; Mom's always worried. I'd rather you just raped me hard…”
“You might hate that.”
Mom burst out laughing like it was the silliest joke.
“Hahaha. What are you saying? If I refused because I hated it, that'd make me Mom? Common sense is absolute obedience to her son's commands, right? Would any crazy mom refuse her son's rape attempt? Defying your son should be illegal anyway. Well… Mom always obeys Hoyoung unconditionally, so it doesn't apply.”
“Gotta fuck my good Mom then.”
“Oh my…♡ I-I wasn't saying that for praise.”
Mom clenched her fist like she'd scored big♡. While Mom and I had half-nude sex at the table, my sister and Ishtar happily scissors'd with cum-stained tissues pressed to their noses. Meanwhile, Bianca was locked in the basement prison, masturbating 24/7 on Himeko's orders.
Ishtar with Nose Hook
I suddenly felt like drawing it, so I did. Sorry if my poor art breaks immersion.