Plee's Training Log (1)
A full week had already slipped past since Lise, the red-haired lady knight, was caught in Kim Dong-wook's schemes and locked inside the Infinite Estrus Tentacle Room.
"Hoo... inner calm... inner stillness... breathe in, deep... and let it out... hoo... good."
Drawing slow, deep breaths as she reined in the emotions churning inside her, Lise looked far more composed than anyone would have expected. The pink tentacles that had, at first, writhed in real time—cinching her nipples and clit in a ticklish, teasing grip—now lay without so much as a twitch, and because of that stillness, mana was gathering inside her body the way it was meant to.
"The chance will come. And when it does, Kim Dong-wook, you bastard, there will be no second mercy—hnngh!!"
One careless instant was all it took. The moment she let her fury at Kim Dong-wook surface, the mana in her body began to churn, and the tentacles binding her woke as if from sleep, clamping down around her breasts and scrubbing her clit up and down in a frantic rhythm.
"Ohhkk! Ohht!"
Every climax delivered the pleasure and rapture of all the ones before it stacked on top, so this single orgasm slammed her mind with a dopamine surge equal to everything she had endured across the entire week. Resistance was out of the question. She couldn't form a thought—her brain cells were burning out as her pussy was forced to squirt, and all she could do was watch, helpless, while the tentacles drank every last mote of mana from her body.
"Hoo... hoo... inner stillness... inner calm..."
Gasping through an orgasm that had dragged on for nearly half a day, Lise gathered her focus once more and began to regulate her emotions, and again she felt mana pooling inside her. It was a shrewd little ploy. She had caught on that the tentacles only stirred when hostility or rage—feelings of that sort—set the mana within her roiling.
Of course, no matter how much mana she stockpiled or how fully she recovered, the tentacles possessed a peculiar gift for growing stronger in exact proportion, which meant escaping on her own was all but impossible. But if outside help could only get her out of the room, whether or not she had recovered would become a decisive fork in the road afterward.
And she had sworn, iron-hard, that Kim Dong-wook at the very least she would tear into five pieces with her own hands—only for the sight of a tentacle twitching to make her curse her own dull wits as she sank right back into endless climax.
"Knock, knock. Red-haired Lady Lise—still alive in there?"
Kim Dong-wook came through the door of the tentacle room wearing an infuriatingly smug look, but Lise, far from getting angry, didn't so much as change her expression. Eyes gently closed, she opened her mouth.
"What business brings you here? Come to beg forgiveness and mercy, even now?"
At that, Kim Dong-wook only smiled, bright and openly amused, and answered.
"Ah, no, nothing like that. I did feel a little bad for ignoring you all this time... and, well, I picked up a new onahole I wanted to show off, so I thought I'd have a chat while I was at it."
No sooner had he spoken of showing off an onahole than someone's footsteps sounded, and Lise's closed eyelids began, slowly, to lift.
"M-Master... this really is a little embarrassing... hnn... I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for talking back to Master's orders when I'm nothing but an onahole."
Blindfolded and naked, as if ashamed to be seen by anyone, Plee came in shrinking and hesitant—and the moment Kim Dong-wook seized her ass and pushed a finger into her asshole, she climaxed on the spot through her apology, a sight so obscene that a low, unmistakable growl rolled out of Lise.
"...From this day on, do not feed me that bullshit about you and Kalzeon not being close."
Her emotions looked ready to boil over at any second. The moment the words left her, Lise shut her eyes and threw herself back into mastering what lay within.
Schlurp. Schlck. Glurk. Slurp. Schlck. Schluuurp.
She had been deep in her inner discipline, eyes closed, when an unmistakably obscene sound began to reach her ears.
"...Why are you doing that here?"
She opened her eyes again to take in the scene, and asked it in a trembling voice. Kim Dong-wook answered with shameless ease.
"Hmm... let's see. I've got two onaholes right in front of me, and I've got something to ask one of them. So I'm using the other."
"........."
"All right, then. First question. You're quite famous around here, aren't you? So why hasn't a rescue party come—why hasn't even a single ant shown up?"
At the sudden question Lise thought it over carefully, and then, as if she had seen straight through him, she burst out laughing and answered.
"Pfft—hah!! I see. So that's it! You're afraid. Afraid of a fight. Afraid of anyone stronger than you."
"........."
He pressed his mouth shut and offered not a word of rebuttal, and that only confirmed her further. She drove straight into the sore spot.
"Of course. If not for Kalzeon's protection, a nothing like you—how terrified you must have been, all this time. Every single step thin ice, your life hanging on it. Isn't that so?"
".....So. The answer?"
She studied him, this man waiting on nothing but her answer, and at last opened her mouth low, with the air of someone granting a favor.
"Hah... Fine. For what it's worth. You gave me a proper laugh for the first time in a long while, so I shall answer you in return. It is one of two things. They have given up, cleanly—or they have staked everything they have."
As if to say there would be no more talk, she closed her eyes again, and Kim Dong-wook rose and turned toward the door.
Pop.
Kneeling on the floor in her blindfold, wholly absorbed in tasting his cock, Plee whimpered like a child whose candy had been snatched away when it suddenly slipped out of her mouth.
"A-ah... Master, you still haven't given Plee your cum..."
At the sight of her, Lise clicked her tongue, finding it pathetic even as a fellow woman, and Kim Dong-wook answered with nothing more than a jerk of his chin. Follow.
"You're afraid."
Out beyond the door, leaning against the wall, I felt my face go cold as Lise's words rose in me again. What she had said was plain fact, not even worth the effort of denying. Even under Kalzeon's protection, this other world was crawling with things that could take my life, and every moment I had been afraid of dying for nothing.
"Master... you don't look well... Please feel better with my living-onahole pussy."
And so even Plee, pressed up against me with those huge tits mashed to my body, rubbing, begging for my cock, only sent my irritation surging higher. In truth, she had done nothing wrong. It was only that, right up to the very end that day, she had refused to let me replace the blond man who still held the greatest sway in her memories—and that afterward she had fought viciously against any training that touched on him. Whenever I forced it anyway, she would unleash a shockwave of mana that laid waste to everything around us, and turn that hostility on me as well. That was one of the reasons she had earned my resentment.
Smack!
"Augh... one... I talked back to Master's orders..."
Smack!!
"Hngh... two... I threw a tantrum begging Master for cum..."
Smack!!!!
"Ah... it hurts, Master, hnn, I-I'm going to leak—th-three... I threw a tantrum begging Master for his cock... hhk..."
Under the rough swing of my palm, Plee's snow-white ass had already flushed red. At the sight of her sniffling, tears welling from the pain rising off her ass, I raised my hand again, and Plee squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the pain to come and scrambling to think of what else she had done wrong.
Stroke. Stroke.
"Haah... M-Master, I love you, I love you, Master, waaah..."
Instead of pain, my warm hand stroked her gently, and Plee burst into tears and threw her arms around me. I petted her head as I spoke.
"I don't want to hit you and hurt you either. So you have to be good to me, Plee. Understand? From now on, you look only at me..."
"Yes, Master... From now on I'll look only at Master... I'll be really good, Master."
Thanks to having pried into Plee's memories, I could keep exploiting the bone-deep hunger for affection and the trauma she carried, imprinting my scent on her and feeding her obsession with me again and again. Because of that, she had started acting spoiled with me more and more, and every time I ran one of these sessions—training dressed up as discipline—I could feel her obsession and her submission climbing.
If I can't overwrite those old memories with myself, then I only have to make her cling to the me of right now until the past can't even surface. That will be enough.
"We have to go rescue the Commander at once!"
A knight with sharply cut features and a flawlessly proportioned body—and, above all, red hair that called Lise instantly to mind—was pouring out a heated protest to the officer before him, as if lodging a formal objection. But the officer, as if hearing the same speech over and over had brought on a headache, pressed a hand to his brow and answered.
"How many times must I say it? The higher-ups—no. His Imperial Majesty has not granted his sanction."
"Why... why on earth? Why?"
Faced with a subordinate asking again, unable to accept the judgment of his superiors or the Emperor's decision, the officer let out a deep sigh and spoke.
"...Word is, the Norr Empire has begun a massive conscription, starting from the remote villages out on the frontier."
"........."
"The void Lise left is already shaking the empire. I understand how you feel, but... please. Protect the empire."
"...Forgive me. But it is not the empire I will protect. It is my family."
"Y-you—!"
In the end the red-haired knight surged to his feet and began putting together a party to rescue Lise alongside him.